The sky was bright.

Yanwangzhuang.

Today, the people in Yanwang Village seem to have risen earlier than usual.

When the sky was dark, there were already people who couldn't sleep, so they got up early, pushed open the door, walked around the street, and from time to time cast their eyes on the Wanggong Temple in the west of the village.

The mouth is even more chattering from time to time.

"Wanggong Temple?"

"Fude Temple?"

"Is it a dream or is it true?"

"It's obviously a Wanggong Temple that has been erected for hundreds of years, how did it become a temple of Fudezheng?"

Seeing that someone came out of the house again, Wang Laogen quickly stopped his mouth.

After all, he is mortal.

Don't talk lightly about ghosts and gods, if you say something bad, it may attract the revenge of ghosts and gods, the heavens and all the worlds, there are all kinds of gods, who knows the virtue of a certain god?

Maybe it's a god of good, maybe it's an evil god, maybe it's a god of all evil!

Unknowable, invisible, incomprehensible.

Facing the ghosts and gods in the underworld, ordinary people can only be in awe in their hearts.

This person is Wang Hongxin from Yanwangzhuang, who is also a middle-aged and elderly man, with a lot of white hair mixed with long hair, and the skin on his forehead is also wrinkled a lot.

Wang Hongxin opened the door, and his mouth was also muttering something.

Wang Laogen's ears were spiritual, and he listened vaguely, and Wang Hongxin's thoughts seemed to be ghosts and gods, big dreams, the sea, spring flowers and the like.

And he also noticed that the first thing Wang Hongxin did after pushing the door open was to look towards the Wanggong Temple in the west of the village with a suspicious expression.

even subconsciously moved a few steps towards the Wanggong Temple, wanting to go but not daring to go.

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

One, two, three, four, five......

More and more people are pushing open their doors and walking out.

Everyone's expression is a little solemn.

The mouths are all chattering about ghosts and gods, dreams and something.

Even, they all glanced at the Wanggong Temple on the west side of the village, their eyes full of doubts.

Just when I was about to say something, I looked up slightly, and saw many people standing on the street, most of these people were heads of households.

"You?" Wang Laogen looked at the neighbors who came out, and was a little speechless in surprise.

"Could it be that you had the same dream yesterday?"

"But you dreamed of a god?"

Jinni!

As soon as these two words came out, the rest of the people nodded cautiously.

Sure enough, it is immeasurable and incredible.

actually made the whole village have the same dream.

"Who did you dream of?" Wang Laogen continued.

The people next to them gathered together, glanced at each other, and said in unison, "Fu Zhengshen!"

"A young man who claims to be a good god!"

Wang Laogen also nodded, "I dreamed of it too!"

"In the dream, this god of good fortune said that the temple of the prince is now a temple of good fortune, and he also wants us to worship him, if he is sincere, he can protect the village with good weather and prosperity, if his heart is not sincere, he will not hurt us. ”

Among them is humane, "Good fortune is God?"

"This god, we have never heard of it, and we don't know which way it is a god, I think it's better not to provoke it, as the old saying goes, it's easy to please God, it's hard to send God. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions were awe-inspiring.

They are all ordinary people, who dare not offend the gods, nor dare they easily sacrifice to the gods who have come from unknown places along the way.

"Don't say anything else, looking at his words in his dreams, it doesn't look like a fierce god, it's better to go to the temple to see, is it really the temple of Fude?" Wang Laogen has a plan in his heart, and he also has his own opinions.

Others, on the other hand, hesitated, for fear that after they left, after the gods saw themselves, if they did not worship sincerely, they would naturally let the gods have opinions about themselves.

To go or not to go?

Many hesitated.

But Wang Laogen is firm.

Walk slowly towards the west side of Yanwangso.

Soon, Wang Laogen was followed by a lot of people.

Many ordinary people also understand.

Gods are not omnipotent.

The gods need to receive red dust incense in order to produce well-spirited.

If there is no surname to worship, even if it is a powerful god, one day, it will disappear into the rolling river of time and space.

A brand-new temple appeared in the place where the original Wanggong Temple was located, the temple is still the same as before, but it is much newer, and the plaque hanging on the temple has also become the four characters of Fu and Zhengshen.

"Fortune is right?"

All the people who came with Yanwangzhuang changed the color of their faces slightly, and they were secretly in awe in their hearts.

"Unexpectedly, yesterday's dreams are all true!"

A dream come true!

No one would have thought that what they dreamed about yesterday would be true.

The Wanggong Temple has really become a temple of good fortune.

"Let's go into the temple and have a look. ”

Wang Laogen greeted everyone and entered the Fuzheng Temple.

As far as the eye can see, there is the golden body of the gods.

Originally, in the temple, the old lady Wang was enshrined, with white hair and white beard, holding a dragon head and a cane, an old dragon clock, and kind eyes, but now there is another person.

But in the temple, there is a young man enshrined, this young man is magnificent, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, ape back and bee waist, he is holding a white jade willow tree in one hand, the treasure is shining, and the other hand is holding a golden scissors, and the golden light is dotted.

The young man looked ahead, holding the sigil, his whole body golden, exuding an infinite majesty, as if a god was in the world, universal to all beings.

On both sides of the young man, there are also two ghost envoys, with green faces and fangs, hideous faces, and lifelike, but they are the true ghosts of Wei Tao and Feng Eighteen.

"Sure enough, it's a good god!"

"It's exactly the same as the young man I dreamed of in my dreams!"

Everyone's hearts sank.

It seems that yesterday's dream was not a dream, but a dream entrusted by the gods to announce their arrival.

Since then, the Wanggong Temple is yesterday's yellow flower.

Fude is the only god in this dojo.

Look at Fu Zhengshen.

Everyone was terrified in their hearts, and after glancing at the golden body of the righteous god, they felt that infinite majesty was permeating from the golden body, and they were shocked in their hearts, so they lowered their heads in panic.

Hurriedly bowed.

All out of the temple of Fudezheng.

"What do we do to this god?"

"Do you worship this god, or do you ignore it?"

As for destroying the temple and bringing down the statues, no one dared to say it.

If you offend the gods, there will be retribution, and the retribution is not light, if you don't get it right, your family will be ruined, and your children and grandchildren will be cut off.

The crowd hesitated.

Don't dare to worship God easily.

Wang Laogen said, "This statue is placed here, everyone who is willing to worship God should worship sincerely, and those who are not willing to worship should not be blasphemous, so as not to bring disaster to themselves and their families." ”

Fud's origin is unknown.

Naturally, the crowd did not dare to worship.

Yang Chen got up early in the morning and rushed to Yanwangzhuang, and when he hid in the dark to watch, he saw the people of Yanwangzhuang with awe on their faces, and hurriedly left from the Fuzheng Temple.

No one dared to offer incense to this temple of good fortune.

"Not a single incense?" Yang Chen's heart sank. (To be continued.) )