Fang Ming watched coldly from the side, looking at the scattered incense on the ground, the chatter around him gradually started, and the helpless Qi Da couple couldn't help but sneer.

The gods are both in grace and power, otherwise it is not enough for the herdsmen.

He has promoted Qi Da and his wife many times, and now he is just a threat of a ruffian, which makes Qi Da's heart shake. Qi Da's faith line is already looming and close to breaking.

Knowing that if he doesn't solve the problem, after Qi Da pays the money, he will be resentful, and the funny thing is that he will not resent Wang Er. He will only hate himself for not retributing Wang Er, causing him to lose fifty wen, but forgetting who gave him one hundred!

It just so happens that I am recently thinking of finding someone to establish power, and the combination of grace and power is the king's way, so that the villagers can know the power of the gods' retribution, so as to deepen their faith and make them not betray lightly. This Wang Er bumped into him, isn't this providential?

Moreover, there may not be no one behind this second king!

The villagers also went to do farm work after watching, and it was the spring ploughing, and the farmers basically soaked in the fields in addition to worshipping, eating, and sleeping, which was the lifeline of the year.

Most of them are tenants, and if the harvest is not good, they will have to be forced to pay debts by the landlords, and when the time comes, whether they sell their children or sell their ancestral land, they may break their homes.

Fang Ming walked around the village casually, sometimes looking into the ground, looking for some small objects.

Before I knew it, I saw the peasants sowing spring seeds, tending to the land, so busy that they couldn't wipe their sweats, and let them drip into the land.

Fang Ming watched silently, and couldn't help but think of the sentence "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil." This sentence exhausts the hardships of the peasants, and at this time, from another angle, it is even more delicious in my heart.

He was a ghost at this time, but he was not afraid of being revealed, he approached an old farmer, looked carefully, and felt that the agriculture of this world was quite advanced, not inferior to the level of the Song Dynasty.

Suddenly, I saw a transparent gray shadow from a distance, and I knew that it was also a ghost, so I leaned in.

I saw two ghosts, both dressed as farmers, one chasing and the other fugitive. It was an ordinary-looking teenager who fled, and he was "drifting" in a panic, and the chasing man had a hideous face, almost like a ghost, and after catching up with the boy, he directly stepped forward to bite it.

After the boy was bitten, it dispersed like smoke, and the big man swallowed it heavily, extremely satisfied, and the smoke after dispersing took the opportunity to turn into a teenager again, but it was more scattered than before, almost not human.

When he saw Fang Ming at this time, he shouted: "Brother Tai, run, this person will bite when he sees someone, he is already crazy!"

Dahan finished swallowing at this time, turned his head to see, the fierce light in his eyes scattered, and he was even more overjoyed when he saw Fang Ming.

Fang Ming has been silently using his divine power in the past few days, he has some experience in the use of divine power, and he is eager to try, but he is not afraid at the moment, as soon as his mind moves, a trace of divine power in his body will turn into white light, covering his whole body.

Before the big man was paved, he was flicked by the white light, flew straight out, screaming again and again, Fang Ming stepped forward, stepped on the big man with his front foot, and saw that the big man just roared wildly, without seeing the slightest stellarity, like a beast, he couldn't help but sigh, the white light on the soles of his feet flashed, and the big man screamed and turned into black smoke.

At this time, the white light was also exhausted, Fang Ming nodded lightly, knowing that a trace of white divine power could only support the battle for about thirty breaths, but he didn't know if the elimination of the ghost just now had any effect, and after thinking about it, he continued to act.

The young man stepped forward with a cower at this time, and said, "It seems to be a living person's body protection divine light just now, why does Brother Tai have it?"

"Oh, I don't know, but I have done a lot of good deeds in front of me, and I want to come here to have this merit to protect my body. ”

The matter of the land talisman is Fang Ming's biggest secret, of course he can't say it, thinking that the land lord is also known as the god of good fortune, isn't there merit to protect himself, I don't count it as you.

However, his heart moved, and he guessed a little more about the altar in the village.

He went up to talk to the boy again, and it didn't take long for him to come up with a lot of information.

This young man's name is Zhao Xin, is the son of the neighboring village village Zheng, since childhood is quite loved, also read a few books, but unfortunately the day is not a holiday, two days ago died of illness, nostalgia for the home, but was blasted out of the village by the white light, fortunately did not meet the first day, fifteenth day of the festival, otherwise the soul will be scattered on the spot.

Waiting for his father at the entrance of the village, who knew that the other party turned a blind eye to him, at this time he knew that people and ghosts had different paths, and if he got closer, he would be bounced away by the white light, remembering a travelogue that mentioned that "the living have the qi to protect the body, but to protect Tai, and to avoid ghosts." "At the time, I thought it was a joke, but now I know the truth and falsehood.

The boy wandered aimlessly, and unexpectedly entered an old forest, and saw that this big man was giving birth to another ghost, and was chased all the way here after being seen.

At this time, the relationship between the two was close, and Fang Ming asked, "Why did the big man become like this, do you know?"

"It seems that in order to live a few more days, I started to give birth to souls, but at the beginning, I couldn't stop. ”

Zhao Xin squatted on the ground, scratched the grass with his hand, thought about it, and then said: "I have seen in the book that ghosts can be haunted by yin qi or other ghost qi and survive in the world for a long time. ”

Fang Ming nodded, he admired Zhao Xin's erudition very much, and when he asked about some current affairs, Zhao Xin missed the bottom, except that he knew that this year was the ninth year of Yonghe, and this place was located in Wenchang Mansion in Wuzhou, he didn't know anything else, it turned out that he only liked to see Zhiyi, but he couldn't sink down to study the orthodox scriptures, so he was blamed by his father for this.

Fang Ming was about to laugh a few words, when a gust of wind blew, but the young man's body suddenly turned into gray smoke and dispersed with the wind.

Fang Ming was startled, and then silent, and suddenly understood that Zhao Xin was bitten by the big man and the lamp was dry, looking at this wisp of gray smoke, he realized the great horror of this world, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart, and suddenly, two lines of tears flowed down.

Night. After dark, there was hardly any sound of people in the village, and there was no light in sight.

At this time, oil lamps are used, and the lamp oil is expensive, so how can it be commonly used? At this time, the farmer is working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Fang Ming looked around the village, at this time, there were already many gray shadows peeping, and the altar in the village scattered white light, resisting the ghosts.

Knowing that ghosts like yin, at this time it is the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night, and then carefully observe, a few are farmers in the village, thinking of relatives, come here to check.

There are also strong and arrogant, integrated into a group, impacting the white light, at this time the white light does not have the power of the big sacrifice, can only passively bounce away the ghosts, but the ghosts are still persevering, so the white light fades.

But in the middle of the night, something changed. At the beginning, the ghost that was bounced away was like a fire, almost out of shape, but now the ghost that was bounced away was just dizzy, and then pounced again. Fang Ming's brows furrowed, there seemed to be a faint order between the impact of these ghosts. The ghost who began to rush up was like an old and weak first-class, and now he is the main force, and his heart is jumping.

These ghosts rushed all night, and occasionally the ghosts of the village came to dissuade them, and they were immediately defeated and forced to become pioneers. It's chilling to look at.

Fang Ming hid to the side, used a trace of divine power to turn into a stealth spell, secretly snooped, and at the same time found a few lonely ghosts to try their hands, and after defeating them, he forced them to ask, and finally got the truth.

It turns out that ghosts are divided into ordinary ghosts, powerful ghosts, evil ghosts, and ghost kings. Ordinary ghosts, if there is no great opportunity, will die in seven days.

If you want to be long-lasting, there are four ways.

One is to give birth to other ghosts, but this method is easy to lose the mind and become a first-class beast.

The second is to absorb the popularity of the living, and the living who have lost their popularity will not even be able to become ghosts, and their souls will be scattered. But ghosts can stay on earth for a while and keep their sanity. The more popularity you absorb, the stronger the ghosts, which can become powerful ghosts and bring disaster to the countryside.

The third is to have a method of nourishing qi and refining qi, finding a yin land, and cultivating hard, it can also be long-lasting.

Fourth, the ancestors of everyone's surname, after death, there are clan sacrifices or court seals, and since then they have become ancestral spirits, and the ancestral temple or altar is one, since then the incense is not extinguished, it is immortal, but unfortunately can not leave the temple or altar, if the sacrifice is destroyed, it will be wiped out.

Qingyu Village was built for the homeless people in the Yonghe three years of drought, there are many small families in the village, there is no unified ancestor, the sacrifice can only be called the ancestor pan sacrifice, there is no ancestor spirit stationed at the altar.

This is not an ancestral spirit guarding the altar, but it is very different.

Those who have ancestral spirits can freely mobilize the incense and fire power to defend, and they can also warn in times of crisis. When the villagers' shelter runs out, they will take the initiative to replenish it. If you don't have it, you can only defend passively, and it is extremely rigid, and you can only give protection during the big sacrifice, and it is easy to be attacked.

The shelter given by this small altar can only defend against two ghosts, and if the three ghosts are on the same page, there is no luck, so the villagers rarely come out at night, and they protect themselves at home when it is dark.

The current group of ghosts just wants to break down the village and absorb popularity.

This group of ghosts attacked the village until it was about to disperse, and the villagers got up to work in twos and threes, completely unaware of the brushes with death.

Fang Ming knew that according to this degree, the altar would not last more than fifteen great sacrifices, and then it would be a tragedy of a group of ghosts washing the village. This has something to do with him, he has diluted the faith in the village, making the power of the altar weaker and weaker.

But it's also his chance.

Listening to the sudden screams in the village, he knew that last night's practice had worked, and smiled coldly at the moment.

Fang Ming spent ten wisps of divine power last night, which was half of his savings. Cast the method of sorghum into a dream, let Wang Ermeng fall into the eighteenth layer of hell and suffer for ten years, and crush his temperament to weaken, this morning will see a big change.

Last night, as soon as Wang Er entered someone, he dreamed that two evil ghosts, one black and one white, came to him, and shouted: "Wang Er, you have evil the god of the land, and you will be punished to hell for ten years, and you will taste the torture of hell, go!"

Wang Er wanted to resist, but he didn't expect that the strength to persevere on weekdays was gone, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy in fear: "Spare your life, spare your life, I don't dare anymore!"

Black and white impermanence sneered and said: "I don't know the gods on weekdays, and I dare to offend, but then I know that there is retribution." ”

He drilled into the ground, brought Wang Er into the underworld, and enjoyed eighteen kinds of torture, and in this way, ten years passed.

Wang Er woke up, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, almost felt like a reincarnation, struggled again, felt that his body was weak, and hurriedly climbed to the side of the water tank to look at the water, and was shocked.

I saw that the eyes of the people on the surface of the water were deep-set, their heads were yellow, and their faces were thin, and they had lost more than ten pounds overnight, and they were weak, and they remembered the suffering of ten years, and they couldn't help crying loudly.

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