Nightwatcher Chapter 108: Goddess (thanks to the silver alliance of “Shanhe Moyun”)

The Chenghuang Temple is outside the county seat, six miles to the east.

Xu Qi'an and his party rushed on horseback, and arrived at their destination with the effort of a cup of tea.

A small temple with black tiles and white walls is located not far from the official road. The small temple is surrounded by a white wall. A small road connects the temple to the official road.

The Chenghuang Temple is very popular, and there are constantly plainly dressed ordinary people and brightly dressed wealthy people going back and forth to the small intestines path, in and out of the temple.

There are also several carriages parked outside the temple.

"Call!"

Xu Qi'an strangled the horse's rein in front of the temple gate, rolled over and got off the horse, helping Mu Nanzhi down, and Li Ling Su Miao and Fang tied the horse to the wooden stake on the side of the road.

He closed his eyes for a moment and felt disappointed. There was no dragon breath around him.

At the entrance of the temple stood two big and thick men, reaching out to stop them, holding their heads up and saying:

"When you enter the temple to burn incense, you will first give twenty yuan."

There are also tickets in this era. Although the temple **** has nothing to do with Dragon Qi, since I met him, I went in and took a look..........Xu Qi'an glanced at Li Lingsu, the latter pouted. Take out twenty cents and pass it over.

The man on the left took it, took a look at the brocade robe on Xu Qi'an, hey, and said:

"Twenty essays per person..."

Munanzhi frowned. This guy was obviously looking at the good clothes Xu Qi'an was wearing, looking for an opportunity to ask for money.

"Why don't they?" She pointed to a young couple entering the temple.

"They are regular visitors, so naturally they don't need to." The man who guards the door has his own rhetoric. He seems not afraid of making trouble at all, and said impatiently:

"If you want to burn incense, give money as soon as possible. If you have no money, get out."

Xu Qi'an raised his head to comfort Mu Nanzhi and said, "Here it is."

After paying the money, the four of them crossed the gate and Xu Qi'an glanced away. The courtyard was divided into two halves by the bluestone road leading to the temple. On the left was a merit pagoda cast in yellow mud, burning yellow paper.

On the right are two rows of half-person high candlesticks, with red candles burning and wax tears rolling.

Many pilgrims gathered on both sides, or burned yellow paper or lighted candles.

The four walked through the courtyard and entered the Chenghuang Temple. The things enshrined in the temple immediately attracted their attention.

It was an ugly little devil with no shirt and a big belly. He raised his hands high and dragged a stone mirror. The mirror seemed to be broken, with only half left.

It's not that the statue is broken, but the mirror itself is broken.

Before the sculpture, a dozen pilgrims were worshipping devoutly. On the right side of the front incense table, stood an old woman with gray hair. She had thin cheeks and a high forehead, which looked a bit rat-like.

Also shrewd and marketable.

There is no qi fluctuations, no souls, no evil spirits... Xu Qi'an ran the primordial spirit and swept around to confirm that this was just an ordinary Chenghuang Temple.

Whether it is Chenghuang Temple or not is still open for discussion.

A normal Chenghuang Temple obviously does not enshrine an imp.

Li Lingsu also used Daomen's eight-level "switching" method to inspect the small temple. He shook his head slightly towards Xu Qi'an, saying that no abnormalities were found.

Is the shop Xiaoer exaggerating? Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed. It was not so much that it was because of the superb methods behind it that he could not detect the clues. It was obvious that the truth that Xiaoer was deceiving was more reliable.

In a small county town, it is impossible to be like Tianzong. Two young phoenixes from Wolong appear to deceive Xu Yinluo.

Xu Qi'an groaned, walked to the goddess, and said:

"We are foreigners. I heard that the Chenghuang Temple here is very effective, so we went to the temple to burn incense. You are a goddess. What kind of gods are offered in the temple?"

The old woman glanced at him and saw Xu Qi'an wearing a good-material robe, her eyes lit up, she coughed, and said solemnly:

"Young man, you have come to the right place.

"The God of Huntian is offered in the temple. It is an omnipotent god. The treasure mirror in his hand is called the Mirror of Huntian. Through this mirror, God of Huntian can see things in the world.

"The old man sees your hall darkening, and I am afraid of bad luck recently. You can come here to burn incense. It is the **** of the heavens who protect you in the dark. He has seen your bad luck."

Xu Qi'an cooperated with a "panic" expression, saying:

"What's the answer to this, I, everything goes smoothly along my way."

The old woman said lightly:

"The time has not come. If you want to eliminate bad luck, the old man can show you the way."

When Xu Qi'an nodded, she examined Xu Qi'an's clothes and said:

"The temple **** loves money, offer two hundred taels of silver and enshrine it for seven days, and you will be relieved of bad luck."

Two hundred taels, what a big appetite......... Xu Qi'an took down the names of Hun Tian Shen and Hun Tian Shen Jing, and planned to go back and ask the members of Tian Di Hui in the fragments of the earth book.

Although he is basically sure that the old goddess is a deceitful god.

At this moment, a lightly dressed middle-aged man walked over. He had an undershirt inside and a worn-out quilted jacket. Straw was visible in the hole.

The cotton jacket is stuffed with straw.

The middle-aged man has a weather-beaten face, and his years of work makes him look a little dull, and said dullly:

"Goddess, my mother-in-law is dying, she, why is she not well?

"You said that if you worship the temple **** for seven days, her illness will be cured, but she can't eat anymore today."

The goddess frowned: "That means you are not pious enough. You need to continue offering for three days."

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his weather-beaten face showed a bitter expression: "I, I have no money, and all my savings are provided to the temple."

The goddess said displeased:

"That's your business. If you don't have any money, you can sell the land or find someone to borrow it.

"The temple **** is just, and will not favor you because your family is poor. Don’t other pilgrims offer it? Isn’t the family poor?"

With a set of logic, the middle-aged man was speechless, his mouth trembling slightly.

"But my mother-in-law can't eat anything, she can't eat anything..."

In the simple concept of the common people, being unable to walk or eat is a terrible thing.

The goddess snorted and said threateningly:

"The temple gods will protect us, and if anyone offends, they will also punish."

The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, showing a look of extreme horror, bending his spine and daring not to speak anymore.

Not far away, Miao Youfang listened to the whole process, his eyebrows were upside down.

.........

On the other side, Li Lingsu wittyly asked the pilgrim for information. His target was a young man.

"Xiongtai is young, so what do you ask for in the temple?"

Li Lingsu is handsome and handsome, hard to be ignored, but young people have flickering words:

"No, nothing."

Li Lingsu smiled and said: "Everyone is here to burn incense, so let's talk about it."

Secretly exerting influence with the power of the primordial spirit, his voice is mixed with submissive and close charm. The young man unconsciously opens his heart and smiles bitterly:

"I'm here to ask for a child."

Li Lingsu said "Oh" and said: "It's also seven days?"

The young man nodded.

"It took a lot of money." When Li Lingsu spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man.

"The silver is fine..."

The young man showed a strange look, and he wanted to talk. At this moment, the curtain leading to the inner hall was opened and a delicate woman walked out quickly.

She flushed a bit and her hair was a bit messy. Seeing everyone's eyes, she immediately bowed her head and walked back to her husband quickly.

In a moment, the curtain was opened again, and a sturdy man came out. He glanced at the figure of the delicate woman, his expression still full of expression.

"Mother, I have already sent a son on behalf of the temple god, you should collect the money. The little lady is very satisfied."

The man said with a smile.

The old woman looked at the young couple and smiled:

"Little lady of the Zhang family, Zhang Xianggong, are you satisfied?"

The delicate woman's complexion faded and turned pale, and the young man named Zhang flashed humiliation and anger in his eyes, and said with a strong smile:

"Satisfied, satisfied..."

Speaking, he took off the purse with a strong smile and handed it up.

The man stretched out his hand to take it, weighed it, looked around on the delicate woman, grinning:

"There are four days left, remember to come on time, otherwise the temple **** will be angry."

The young couple nodded with fear in their eyes at the same time.

"Why don't you report to the official?"

A sigh sounded in the ear of the young man surnamed Zhang, and he turned his head to see that it was the handsome and handsome man.

He was infected by the sound again, and he inexplicably mustered up the courage in his heart, with a tone of fear, and said:

"The people who report to the officials are dead, and the people who disrespect the temple gods are also dead.

"As long as we worship the temple gods, the temple gods will protect us..."

Li Lingsu asked the essence directly:

"You know that people who disrespect the temple gods are dead, why come here to burn incense?"

As a local, this young couple should know the trouble of getting into the temple gods, so they can choose not to come.

The young man surnamed Zhang gritted his teeth and said:

"It's not that we want to come, it's him, it's him who fell in love with my lady, come to the door, let us go to the Chenghuang Temple to ask for a child, otherwise the temple **** will impose punishment."

Li Lingsu understands that this is the same as bullying men and women by powerful children. The difference is that one relies on power and the other relies on temple gods.

He couldn't help looking at Xu Qi'an, and saw that his face was gloomy and silent, as if he was thinking about something.

"Mother, where is this messy bag?"

The old man was listening without fear, even a little disdain.

The goddess had a gloomy face, pointed at Xu Qi'an and Miao Youfang, and said, "These are outsiders together."

Next, she looked at the young couple with a **** ho sneer:

" Zhang Xianggong, Zhang Niangzi, you are disrespectful to the temple gods. The temple gods are all in your eyes."

The little lady's face turned pale, and she cried and said: "The temple gods forgive sins, and the goddess forgive sins."

After beating the young couple, the goddess gave a cold snort, looked at Xu Qi'an and others, and announced:

"You are disrespectful to the temple gods, you have angered the temple gods, and you are already dead. If you want to calm the temple gods' anger, you will offer three hundred taels of silver, otherwise, the old body will not save you."

Her son clapped his hands in cooperation, and the three men outside the temple immediately walked in and surrounded Xu Qi'an and others.

The pilgrims around pointed and whispered.

"These outsiders are so bold."

"Yes, give me money quickly, otherwise I don't know how to die."

At this time, Zhang Xianggong had come back to his senses and was no longer affected by Li Lingsu. Knowing what he had just said, his scared legs were soft.

Trembled: "The temple gods forgive sins, the temple gods forgive sins..."

The son of the goddess ignored him and stared at him, threatening Xu Qi'an and others: "I will give you money quickly."

The pilgrim on the side quickly persuaded:

"Outsiders, quickly admit your mistakes to the temple gods."

"Why look for death."

"Yeah, give me money soon, don't hurt Zhang Xianggong."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and seemed to want to follow along, but his eyes flashed with resentment and he clenched his fist silently.

"Silver? Your uncle, ask Lord Yan to go."

Miao Youfang cursed, walked two steps quickly, clenched his fist, and leaned his right arm back.

Boom!

When everyone did not react, he punched the goddess son in the head.

The head exploded like a watermelon, and flesh and bones splashed all over, splashing on the ground, the wall, and the temple **** sculpture behind it.

The temple was silent for a few seconds, the screams suddenly exploded, and the pilgrims fled out in a panic.

Three men guarding the Temple of the City God fled to the courtyard with the pilgrims.

"My son!"

The goddess screamed bitterly and threw herself in front of the headless body, crying bitterly.

Miao Youfang took out the long knife from the storage artifact given by Xu Qi'an, smashed it, kicked the incense case, kicked to the incense burner, and cut the temple **** sculpture in half with the last knife.

"You guys......"

The goddess stared at the four people bitterly, and said sharply: "The temple **** will not let you go, everyone will die."

"Kill!"

Xu Qi'an said lightly.

He still has doubts and puzzles about this temple god, but it doesn't matter. Later, let Li Lingsu recruit spirits, and he will personally interrogate the spirit of the goddess.

Miao Youfang immediately swung a knife to cut off the goddess' head, and then kicked her head exploded.

It's not the same with a younger brother. I don't need to do it myself... Xu Qi'an nodded with satisfaction, and the Zhang family couple and the middle-aged man, who stared blankly at the same place, sighed.

God, the goddess is dead...The young couple were dumbfounded, their hearts trembled violently, and they couldn't tell whether they were feeling happy or fearful at this time.

The middle-aged man is also stupid.

Also dumbfounded are the pilgrims in the yard.

Xu Qi'an knew that these people needed to be comforted. He walked out of the temple and looked at the pilgrims in the courtyard, saying:

"This official is a head-catcher from the capital, and these days are my colleagues.

"Someone went to Beijing to lodge a complaint, saying that someone in Shengyi County had committed adultery and sacrifice to the common people.

"This official has deliberately investigated for a few days in secret, and has found out the truth. The goddess learned a few hands of sorcery, secretly harmed people, and pretended to be the gods in order to intimidate the people.

"Now that he has fallen, you no longer need to come here to give confession."

When I heard that this young man was a member of the government, the pilgrims felt much settled.

The sky is big and the court is the largest. Because of this, the presence of the court makes them feel safer.

"But, the temple gods are indeed efficacious." A pilgrim said.

If it's just a threat, it can't make them willingly burn incense and make offerings.

"The owner of the rouge shop on Guanghua Street was killed by the goddess. The officer has already found out this matter." Xu Qi'an said.

The pilgrims were relieved.

Xu Qi'an turned around and entered the temple, took out an ingot of official silver from his arms and handed it to the middle-aged man, saying:

"If you are sick, you have to see a doctor."

After asking the address of the middle-aged man in the Ming Dynasty, he turned around and told Li Lingsu: "You will go there later and see the situation."

He is worried that the middle-aged man’s wife is dying, and ordinary doctors are unable to recover.

Li Lingsu nodded.

The middle-aged man knelt down tremblingly: "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."

At this time, Miao Youfang picked up the money pouch beside the god-wife son and threw it to Zhang Xianggong, saying:

"Forget what's here, don't underestimate your daughter-in-law."

The young man surnamed Zhang glanced at the body of the god-wife mother and son, and spit heavily. Silently nabbed the three of them, and hugged his wife to leave.

Miao Youfang turned his head and spit at the corpse, looking like he was used to it:

"My uncle has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years~IndoMTL.com~The number of such villains killed is beyond count."

"This is not a good thing!" Xu Qi'an said.

This shows that the imperial court's jurisdiction and **** of various places is already very weak. When the order is gradually shaken, chaos will occur frequently.

Someone will come forward to establish a new order. By then, the dynasty will be changed, or the dynasty will experience great trauma and linger.

Xu Qi'an glanced outwards and confirmed that the pilgrims had been driven out. He immediately closed the temple door and said:

"Li Lingsu, recruit spirits!"

The voice fell, Miao Youfang suddenly clutched his chest, his face was pale, slowly withering to the ground.

His face looked like suffocating pig liver, his eyes turned white, and the breath of life quickly passed away.

A martial artist at the pinnacle of refining the gods is on the verge of death inexplicably?

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