Splendid peasant girl busy farming

He finally said, "Grandma Bai will not miss anyone who offends her. No matter how arrogant they are, they will be punished by Grandma Bai!"

"Really?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows. "What you said makes me a little nervous. Come on, quickly put the image of Grandma Bai back on the shrine. I want to worship her and apologize to Grandma Bai!"

Then, after Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she waited for a moment, but Chen Banxian stood there motionless.

He held the covered head statue of Grandma Bai tightly in his arms with both hands and refused to put it back on the shrine to accept Yang Ruoqing's worship.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang exchanged glances. Both of them noticed something unusual in Chen Banxian's behavior.

Luo Fengtang took a step forward to the tower, releasing a constant stream of intimidation from his entire body.

"Put it back, we want to worship!"

Facing the intimidation from Luo Fengtang, Chen Banxian only felt like a towering mountain pressing down on him. The majestic aura enveloped his head, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably, as if he was about to be unable to support himself. However, he still held the image of Grandma Bai in his arms, gritted his teeth and endured the pressure from Luo Fengtang, and said, "Grandma Bai has landed earlier. According to her rules, she will not accept kowtows at this time."

"Oh? So according to your explanation, Grandma Bai is angry?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

"Then I will worship you even more. You know, I also respect the gods very much!"

Although these so-called grandmas are not gods at all, they are just some demon cultivators in the mountains who have gained some intelligence and some skills!

What are gods?

Let’s put it this way, those who have been canonized by the government and the court and registered with names and surnames are the gods recognized today.

Some other grandmas, girls, uncles, etc. in the mountains and fields are, to put it bluntly, just a belief of the common people in a certain area.

Maybe it's useful, maybe it's not.

For example, take the black dragon suppressed in the reservoir in Mianniu Mountain. If it wants to escape and wash away its sins, it needs to do good deeds and accumulate merits.

It must protect the nearby villagers and mountain dwellers to gain their faith and respect, and then burn incense to worship it, which can wash away its sins...

As for the Grandma Bai in Chen Banxian's arms, Yang Ruoqing probably felt that it was not the right person.

This damn Chen Banxian most likely just made a random wooden stake and carved something, then used the names of ghosts and gods to swindle people and make a lot of money for himself.

It can be seen from the way his two disciples sent away the couple with children...

"On the count of three, if you don't put it back, I will take the divine image away and hang you on the stairs!"

Yang Ruoqing frowned and gave Chen Banxian an ultimatum.

"One, two..."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly moved.

Originally, there was a distance of seven or eight body lengths between her and Chen Banxian, but as soon as Chen Banxian blinked his eyes, Yang Ruoqing teleported in front of him.

Not only did he snatch the statue of Grandma Bai from his arms, but he also hit him in the abdomen with his other hand.

The punch sent Chen Banxian flying backwards, his back hitting the wall, and the wall bounced him back, and he fell flat on the ground, like a dog chewing mud or eating shit! His internal organs were all displaced by the force of Yang Ruoqing's punch, and his stomach was churning. He looked up and saw Yang Ruoqing was about to uncover the colorful cloth wrapped around Grandma Bai. He just opened his mouth and shouted, "Don't uncover it..."

Before he could even finish shouting out the word "reveal", a sour and yellowish liquid welled up in his mouth. Ugh~
That punch made him unable to keep any food or tea in his stomach. He hadn't even digested the eight dishes of morning tea that the waiter from the teahouse downstairs brought to him in the morning, and now, they were all eaten out. What a waste!
Meanwhile, Yang Ruoqing had already pulled the cloth covering Grandma Bai's statue to the ground with her fingers.

Huh?
When Yang Ruoqing saw the arm-high clay sculpture of a god on a wooden base in front of her, she was a little surprised at first.

Because she didn't expect that the Grandma Bai worshipped in Chen Banxian's home was actually a clay sculpture!

Logically speaking, wood carvings should be used mostly, because a half-immortal like him sometimes not only receives customers at his own residence, but also has to go out with Grandma Bai's divine image and go to customers' homes to do business.

If you use a clay sculpture, if someone on the road or other people helping to ask for the fortune teller is careless and accidentally drops it to the ground, the fortune teller may be broken!
So usually wood carvings are used. Of course, if the conditions are better, you can also make a golden body. It depends on whether you are willing to do so.

"Chen Banxian, you are such a jerk. You charge so much. The reservation fee is several hundred coins. The Bodhisattva who helps you make money is actually made of clay. Look, after just falling, there are so many cracks on this statue!"

Yang Ruoqing muttered to herself as she straightened Grandma Bai's facial expression.

When she received it, the statue was facing down with its back facing up, so Yang Ruoqing only saw the cracks on the back of the clay sculpture.

Now that the divine image was straightened, one could naturally see Grandma Bai's front face.

A figure dressed in white, holding a willow branch in his hand, dressed as Guanyin, but with three faces, sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform.

At first glance, it reminds people of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Chen Banxian, which deity are you worshipping?" Yang Ruoqing placed the deity's image on the wooden base of the shrine, stepped back a few steps, raised her head and looked at it, while asking Chen Banxian questions.

Chen Banxian had almost finished vomiting at this time. When he heard Yang Ruoqing's question, he didn't want to answer.

He had just been beaten, and even a clay Buddha would be angry, let alone Chen Banxian?

As a result, a whip hit Chen Banxian.

"Snap!" After a sound, Chen Banxian's back was torn apart and he felt a burning pain.

His stubbornness was shattered by the whip, and he suddenly wanted to talk.

"I'm telling you," he struggled to raise his head and shouted, "I'm worshipping Grandma Bai!"

"Grandma Bai?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows. "But I see that what you are worshipping looks like the Yangzhi Guanyin, one of the Thirty-Three Guanyins!"

In Buddhism, there are thirty-three Guanyins, namely, Yangzhi Guanyin, White-robed Guanyin, Joining Palms Guanyin, Lying Lotus Guanyin and so on.

"Your Guanyin is holding a willow branch. At first glance, it looks like the Willow Branch Guanyin, but if you look closely, you will see that it has three faces and six arms, which makes it look a bit like Amoti Guanyin."

"what?"

Chen Banxian was lying on the ground, with one eye bigger than the other, looking at Yang Ruoqing, who was standing in front of the clay sculpture with her hands behind her back, with a face full of shock and confusion.

How does this woman know these things? Can she tell that my divine appearance is not authentic? (End of this chapter)