In the dead of night, the shrine of the god of the stove is quiet.

The entire Dingjun Village is still brightly lit at this time, only the back hall of the Stove God Shrine is quiet and dark.

Dongfang Huan sat on the bed in the back hall - after the Stove God Shrine was trimmed, Dongfang Huan was invited by the villagers to enter the shrine to live, as a general existence of the temple of the masters.

At this moment, the red mystical Chiming Fu Zhao floated in front of him, surrounded by a sea of clouds-like wishing power, and floating on it the golden galaxy vortex-like fortune.

Dongfang Huan stretched out his index finger, took a deep breath, and stirred it into the golden whirlpool, like a pen dipped in ink.

A little bit of Fu was like a thick golden soup dipped in his fingers, and then, his eyes looked at Fu Zhao in front of him, and his expression became sharp.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

When the time for the third breath came, Dongfang Huan's fingertips poked towards Fu Zhao.

Boom!

Like an iron spear hitting an iron shield, it made a violent sound, Fu Zhao trembled, and a golden-red halo spread out from Fu Zhao and swung outward.

Dongfang Huan's finger ghostwriting, the pen walked like a dragon and snake, the iron hook was drawn silver, along the previous place of Fu Zhao, and continued to engrave a new talisman, but where the finger crossed, a series of golden sparks burst out. At the same time, Chiming Fu Zhao's trembling intensified, and a circle of golden and red halos continued to tremble.

Originally, the room was bright and dark, but at this moment, the room has been rendered golden red by a halo.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat appeared on Dongfang Huan's forehead, and the golden fortune suspended above Fu Zhao was also decreasing, and a brand-new, huge Chiming Fu Zhao was slowly forming.

Click, click......

On Dongfang Huan's forehead, fine beads of sweat became the size of soybeans, and finally hung down his cheeks to his chin and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, Dongfang Huan's wrist became tactful and hurried.

I only heard two dings, and his index finger clicked twice on Chiming Fu Zhao, and Fu Zhao made a completely different sound, such as Hong Zhong Da Lu. And after Dongfang Huan finished ordering, he suddenly closed his hands and closed his eyes.

Finally, Fu Zhao was done.

This Fu Zhao, which is much bigger than before, is only completed, and the power emitted is also much greater than before, if Su Xingxiong is in this Fu Zhao light again, he will definitely be covered by this Fu Zhao light, his whole body will be heavy and stiff, like a mud, unable to move.

It is completely different from the fear that made him feel before.

Phew-

Fu Zhao reclassified into Dongfang Huan's mind.

I saw a trace of red light shooting out from the Dongfang Huantian Spirit Acupoint, and Dongfang Huan's soul was out of his body, wearing a red robe, suspended on the beam in the house.

From a distance, it was like a red fire, even more majestic than before.

After strengthening Fu Zhao this time, Dongfang Huan's appearance has not changed much, and the biggest change is that he has two more things in his hand, a black bottle and a gold seal.

This black jar is the jar of evil that corresponds to the white jar of goodness.

And this golden seal is the most direct evidence of being a stove god and a heavenly official on duty, that is, the heavenly official seal. With this Heavenly Official Seal, he was able to use Fu Zhao to write Fu Zhao into his subordinates' bodies, and enshrine them as his subordinate Heavenly Officials, with the corresponding supernatural powers of Fu Zhao.

Dongfang Huan flipped his hand, the Golden Seal Evil Jar disappeared, and he smiled.

......

Under the same night, in the Anyang County Government, the county commander Zhen Nansheng also did not sleep.

Unlike the people of Pingtong, he was not afraid of the attack of evil at this time, let alone worried about the attack of evil and couldn't sleep.

After the master of the first ring woke up, he put a talisman on the key place of the entire palace, saying that it could suppress ghosts, and he also invited a statue of the god of the stove from the young Taoist priest to worship in the kitchen, and ordered people to be pious and incense, and there should be no mistakes.

Zhen Nansheng's chubby body, supporting his official uniform, sat on an armchair.

On the table in front of him, a bean oil lamp is slightly yellow, the ink polished under the oil lamp, the pen dipped in ink, and the brand-new notebook that has been rolled out have not moved a word.

His brow furrowed, and he was extremely worried at the moment.

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally settled down and decided to report it truthfully. The pen is calm, word by word, and all the casualties counted are clearly displayed in the notebook.

By the time I finished writing, it was already the fourth watch.

Zhen Nansheng called the official on duty, handed him the notebook, instructed the matters clearly, and then sent the official out of the county overnight.

Those who are officials are nothing more than a few words, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

He Zhen Nansheng is a small manifestation, he has been in power for many years, and he has been conscientious, but he didn't expect that people would encounter this thing in middle age, and he felt bad luck. However, what should come must come, and what must be faced must always be faced, it is useless to evade and cover up, lie and deceive, and the big deal is to be dismissed from office.

Zhen Nansheng looked at the deep night, and his chubby body rarely showed an extraordinary weight.

Small hidden in the wilderness, hidden in the city, big hidden in the court, many things, although he is isolated from the government and the opposition, but he can see clearly and clearly.

......

After a night of great changes and apprehensions, the people spent another night in fear.

When Dongfang was white, all the villagers in Anyang County began to fall asleep, and Dongfang Huan practiced for an hour or two, and exhausted all his wishing power, but he still stopped at the realm of night travel.

Just a little bit.

Helpless, Dongfang Huan could only sleep happily this night.

Don't be too greedy, it's not good to rush for quick success, many things should go with nature. So, as soon as he woke up the next day, Dongfang Huan felt that something was wrong, pondered carefully, checked Fu Zhao, and his face showed ecstasy at that time.

He found that there were a lot of wishing power lines on top of Fu Zhao!

Some of these lines of vows are white, some are cyan, but there are quite a few of them.

"What's going on?" Dongfang Huan had some doubts in his heart, so he urged Fu Zhao, closed his eyes and followed the line of wish to feel the thoughts of the person who had concluded the wish power incense with him Fu Zhao, and suddenly, he felt a desperate and panicked emotion, along the line of wish, surging from all directions. This feeling of despair and panic is the embodiment of extreme fear, and after feeling it carefully, Dongfang Huan heard bursts of screams and wails, as well as the howl of ghosts and wolves like the wind, and continued to feel deeply, and the scenes of the evil attack that night appeared in front of him, and many people were sucked into the body by the evil spirit.

"I see!" Dongfang Huan understood.

The fruits I enjoyed were still the after-effects of the evil attack that day, and these living villagers all saw that tragic scene. Seeing his wife, parents, children, relatives and friends being eaten, but powerless to save them, and seeing those who were able to do so were eventually eaten by evil, despair arose in his heart.

finally survived, moved to Daqing Township and Dingjun Village, and heard about the blessing of the god of the stove.

It is tantamount to giving sunshine to these people who are in despair, these people are like grasping a life-saving straw, and they would rather believe it than believe it, and they began to take the initiative to worship their own gods, and the prayers and prayers followed the line of the gods and wishes, and came to themselves, turning into a wishing force.

That's right, Dongfang Huan initially felt that something was wrong, that is, he Fu Zhao had nearly a hundred more wish power lines.

I was obviously exhausted last night, how could I wake up with so much more? This is a problem, but as soon as I found out the reason, I found this, and I was very happy in my heart.

Wash up, Dongfang Huan opened the door of the Stove God Temple, this time I saw a lot of villagers outside the door, holding incense and waiting in line, apologized, and asked everyone to come to the incense one after another, and he walked out of the temple gate and looked around in the village.

"Dao Chief, what are you doing here?" a villager asked when he saw Dongfang Huan.

Dongfang Huan was tepid, and replied with a smile: "Look at the pattern of Dingjun Village, whether there are any omissions, the evil attack that night, if it is not for the blessing of the god of the stove, the poor road is estimated to suffer." During this time, the evil evil was suppressed and feared by the god of the stove, so it was not too late to make up for the loss at this time, and it was better to prevent it than to happen. ”

When the villager heard this, he was immediately in awe.

He was also one of the villagers of Dingjun Village, and all the things that night, like the rest of the villagers with hearts, were all in his eyes, and the red flames like lotus flowers burned all the evil spirits.