At dawn, Wang Er carried incense offerings and came to worship under the big willow tree.

This time I knew that it was terrible, and I trembled in every move, so I put on the incense, and quickly bowed down and kowtowed, "bang", although it was land, I actually broke my scalp and bled blood.

While I was praying, my eyes suddenly lit up, and I came to a place, and when I looked closely, it was a lobby.

I saw Fang Ming dressed in a classic history uniform, sitting in the middle, looking forward to the brilliance, very majestic, and there were two people standing on the left and right, who were the black and white ghosts in last night's dream. Immediately, his feet were weak, he knelt on the ground, and shouted in his mouth: "Grandpa spares his life, the little one knows that he is wrong, and he will never dare to do it again!"

Fang Ming smiled slightly and asked, "You said this, but you are sincere?"

Wang Er kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Sincere, sincere!"

"Seeing that you have the intention of repenting, I will not arrest you tonight, and punish you to build a temple for your god and make a god's body, can you be convinced?"

Wang Er complained bitterly, "The villain is poor, I am afraid that it will not be possible, I hope that God will be gracious." ”

Fang Ming said: "The temple doesn't need to be big, just a zhang, although the god body is expensive, the clay sculpture is fine, do you understand?"

Wang Er didn't mean to allow it at this time, and thanked him: "Thank you to the gods, I will build a temple for the gods." ”

As soon as these words fell, his eyes lit up, and he returned to the willow tree, knowing that he was strange just now, he quickly kowtowed again, and after all kinds of sacrifices were completed, he hurriedly returned to the village to prepare for the construction of the temple.

Fang Ming smiled, the secret path was not in vain It took five traces of divine power just now, just because the two kings were already weak and extremely afraid of him, so they could do this daytime dream method, thinking that they would have a temple god body in the near future, and they couldn't help but feel happy.

In the blink of an eye, it was March 14.

There is already a small land temple under the willow tree, this temple only has Zhang Xu to see the square, but it is extremely exquisite, the temple is a clay statue of the god dressed in the official uniform of the classics, and the face of the god is three points similar to Fang Ming.

After the practice of cleaning up the second king, the villagers are more in awe of the land god, and the incense in front of the temple is endless, and some people visit from time to time.

Fang Ming stood in the temple, looking at the surrounding environment, very satisfied.

When Wang Er returned that day, he immediately prepared for the temple, and he would also order carpenter's skills, so he immediately found a good piece of wood and began to cook it.

It took another ten wen to ask the village mason to make a sculpture, and he only remembered three points of Fang Ming's face, but he was very impressed by a classic history uniform.

The official positions of major cadres are divided into nine grades and eighteen ranks, and there are also officials who do not enter the stream, including classics, officials, officials, and servants.

The history of the canon is for the officials in the county, and the power is extremely heavy, if you join forces with the six divisions, you can almost set up the county order. In addition, it can be hereditary, but the prefectural order is served every three years. Therefore, in the countryside, there are many people who do not recognize the county order, but there is never anyone who does not know the classic history.

Fang Ming knew that he was now a god who did not enter the stream, and if he was sacrificed in the county order, it would damage his qi, so it was better to wear the classics, and in addition, he could use the power of the classics to suppress the foolish people, which was very convenient.

Sure enough, after the sixth temple was placed, the incense was rising, and the divine power in the body had been condensed into a group, and the body was no different from ordinary people, but it still couldn't appear in the world.

When he was building the temple, he dreamed that it would be appropriate for Wang Er to secure the temple site, and the temple was very small, so a few people could move it and keep it for later use.

Fang Ming walked around the temple again, and felt that it was two acres in size, divided into a lobby, a backyard, and wings on both sides, and his face was full of joy.

After the temple was completed and incense was received, there was a change inside, opening up a small space, which could accommodate Fang Ming to live, and there was a miracle inside, originally Fang Ming had to consume a trace of divine power a day, and only consumed a trace in the temple for two days, which made Fang Ming amazed.

Fang Ming knew that although this space was similar to a cave sky, it was a pity that it was far from it. This should be the domain of the gods, which exists according to the temple, and the temple is destroyed. The cave sky, which is more similar to the western half-plane, will not cause accidents due to damage to the connection points.

This law domain actually occupies only a zhang xu in the Yang World, in essence, Fang Ming himself shrunk before entering it, but the law domain has its own supernatural powers, which makes people feel it.

However, with the Law Domain, sooner or later there will be its own Cave Heaven, and even grow into a realm. As soon as he thought of this, a raging flame appeared in Fang Ming's eyes.

After so many days of inquiry, he has a general understanding of the world.

There is no underworld in this world, and people and ghosts live together.

The county and state capitals are shrouded in official and imperial court luck, and there are county soldiers and military forces suppressed by them, and there are various families in the middle who have sacrificed hundreds of thousands of years of ancestors.

The villagers who farmed outside lived in ethnic groups and worshiped their ancestors to protect themselves, which was generally safe.

And the villagers are the hardest, so the villagers' greatest wish is to have an official body and be sheltered by the official. The second is that you can live in the city.

It's a pity that there is a gate valve in this world, similar to the Jin Dynasty, and the officials are also selected from the children of the big family, and there are also the children of the Hanmen eyeing the poor, don't underestimate the Hanmen, the Hanmen is the small landlord class, and it is not comparable to the small people. The scholars controlled books and restricted the spread of knowledge. Therefore, it is extremely difficult to become an official and enter the system.

The ancestral spirits of this world are more similar to the earth-bound spirits, bound in the temple by a large amount of incense and fire power, which is almost equivalent to a prison, and they only have a simple use of divine power, no priesthood, and naturally no variety of magical powers.

In general, the Shinto of this world has already taken shape, and the foundation is even stronger, and it is missing the most critical priesthood talisman.

It is not a great luck to be able to come to this world, a great opportunity, Fang Ming said silently in his heart, "I came to this world to open the way of God!", as soon as this thought came out, he suddenly felt a tremble between heaven and earth, savored it, but no, it seemed to be an illusion.

Fang Ming didn't care about it, his mind was already set, so he sat down cross-legged, silently used his divine power, and waited for the opportunity.

At night, the night wind seemed to be particularly strong, and the villagers of Qingyu Village couldn't help but tighten their sheets on their beds.

Fang Ming waved his hand, and the divine power hid the temple, which had been the case for the past few nights.

After so many days of consumption, the luck of protecting the village has been crumbling, and if it is not broken tonight, there will be a big sacrifice tomorrow to replenish, so the day of breaking the village is tonight.

Fang Ming had already prepared, and when the believers worshiped the land temple during the day, they secretly put two wisps of divine power on each person, but fortunately, there were not many believers, only about 30 people, which was enough to keep it for a while, and it would have its own use at that time.

At this time, the ghosts have gathered, and the leader is a big man, with a scar on his face, which is extremely vicious.

Dahan looked around, and shouted: "Life should be a hero, death is also a ghost, brothers, when this village is broken, everyone can let go of eating, and then take advantage of the victory to pursue, and then break Qingshan Village, Dachang Village, we will be able to advance because of this, and then take refuge in the ghost king, and do not lose the world!"

The ghosts responded with a bang, and their morale was extremely strong, and they immediately began to attack the light curtain, and after only two waves of charges, the light curtain shattered, and the ghosts cheered loudly.

When the light curtain was shattered, everyone in Qingyu Village woke up, and each had a sense of impending disaster.

Muramasa Wang Ying was already sixty-five, his face was pale at this time, and he gathered his family and said, "How does this feel...... It can't be wrong, if there is a problem with the altar in the village, there will be evil spirits at work, and we will be in trouble. As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room turned pale.

"No...... No, then...... But extinguish, destroy the village," Wang Qiao's voice trembled.

"It's nothing, Er Qiao, go and lead the donkey out, Da Qiao, take Qing'er away, leave a line of blood for my Wang family, remember, run towards Qingxi Township, don't look back, don't stop!"

"Father......" Wang Qiao knelt on the ground in pain and burst into tears. But he was still driven out of the door, riding on a donkey, looking at his six-year-old nephew in his arms, gritting his teeth, whipping the whip, the donkey let out a long cry, rushed into the darkness, and unconsciously clutched blood in his hands.

Wang Ying leaned against the door, looked at the faint back, and prayed silently in his heart, "Ancestors bless and leave a line of incense for my Wang family!"

Immediately, he felt the yin wind blowing on his face, the white light on his body flashed, and he bounced away, and before he came back to his senses, a few yin winds rushed up, and suddenly he screamed, and fell to the ground, the black gas flashed, and only a dried corpse remained.

The family was shocked, and then they only heard strange laughter, and black air rushed up......

The entire Qingyu Village has fallen into dire straits.

After Wang Er woke up, by the starlight, he saw that there were a few lights in the village, and he felt the wind blowing on his face, listening to the screams of the neighbors, his heart was cold, his legs were weak, and he almost wanted to fall, and there was only one sentence in his heart to turn over and over:

"Ghost slaughter".

This great fear hidden in the hearts of the villagers made him soak his back in cold sweat, and he stood up with a strong spirit, and wanted to run away from the village, as far away as possible.

At this time, a black gas rushed up, and with a "bang", it bounced away, and there was a faint cry of pain.

Wang Er's divine power flashed, which made him have an enlightenment, and he hurriedly paid homage to the east of the village:

"Thank you to the god of the land for your blessing. ”

I also had strength under my feet, and without hesitation, I ran to the east of the village.

Along the way, he met many villagers, and saw that the familiar faces of the past had turned into dried corpses after the black air, which made him fall several times, cut his hands, and shed blood.

But at this time, who cares about these things, even if they climb, they have to climb over, and they take three steps and two steps to the big willow tree, which is a surprise.

In front of the temple, there was a black press kneeling, and when I looked closely, almost all the believers were there, and there were more than 30 villagers, with a look of horror and uncertainty.

Wang Er also quickly knelt down and prayed silently: "Land God, please save our village!"

Fang Ming looked at it slightly, the current believers are basically all there, after all, the ghosts bully the weak and fear the hard, there is a better goal, and they will not fight with the believers.

In addition, the total number of villagers was sixty-seven, and knowing that it had already accounted for half of the village at this time, his mind moved, and he began to perform the method of falling into a dream.

The villagers were dizzy, and they had already come to a lobby, and saw Fang Ming dressed in official clothes, standing high on it, exuding majesty. Immediately bowed: "Ask the land god to save my village from danger!"

I only heard the clear and jade voice above: "This god has the responsibility to protect the land, and he will do his best, but there is a problem, I am not the official worship of your village, and I can't save the people in the village." ”

I saw one person worshipping again, and I recognized Su Hu, who was the second largest household in the village, and asked: "Dare to ask the gods, how can I become the main worship of my village?"

"Move my temple into the village and place it on the altar, and you can decide for yourself. ”

As soon as the words were finished, everyone was dizzy again, and then looked around, still kneeling in front of the land temple, remembering that the second king worshiped God a few days ago, and thought that he was chatting, and he didn't want to really have such a thing.

Thinking of the last words of the land god, I couldn't help but look at each other.

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