Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 654 The Secret of the City God Temple
Is there a big show in Huijiang City?
Lao Gou immediately straightened his back, cheered up, and said happily: "Then I am lucky to have come at a good time. I can take advantage of the fairy and watch a good show!"

Song Ciwan smiled slightly, threw the Resurrection Jade Dew back to Lao Gou, and placed three taels of silver on the table in the teahouse as tea money.

Then she stood up, and Lao Gou quickly followed suit.

The two men left the teahouse together. The strange and interesting thing was that although they were clearly leaving the teahouse in broad daylight, the waiters and the owner of the teahouse acted as if they were looking at air and simply ignored the existence of two living people.

Song Ciwan and Lao Gou walked through the streets and alleys one after the other, lightly and quickly. It seemed slow but was actually fast. Just a movement of their feet often covered a distance of hundreds of feet. It was so magical that it seemed like a flash.

Passersby also ignored the sudden appearance and disappearance of the two people, as if they did not exist at all.

This is actually the magical effect of the "Kong" character formula. Now, Song Ciwan is completely able to use these little tricks effortlessly.

It does not require deliberate performance or precise control. As long as she has the will, it can be done naturally. It can also cover the people around her, making Lao Gou follow her and experience this wonderful journey of "non-existence" with her.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, and after just a few dozen breaths, they arrived outside the City God Temple.

As soon as we arrived outside the temple, the first thing we heard was a huge wave of noise, hitting us head-on!

The rolling sound waves were like surging waves. Lao Gou had just stood firmly on the ground, but he was barely able to avoid being knocked over by the huge sound waves.

However, the square outside the City God Temple was crowded with people. People of different clothes, ages and identities were crowding and pushing each other. There were some city guards lined up on the side, trying to organize the team, but it was obviously in vain.

There is no way that just dozens of ordinary city guards could control the tens of thousands of people in the square.

Lao Gou was shocked and exclaimed: "My goodness, there are not many people on the street, everyone has come to the City God Temple!"

Yes, everyone has come to the City God Temple.

Some people hold gold and silver, some carry baskets, some bring their families, old and young...

The child was squeezed so hard that he cried loudly and kept shouting that he wanted to go home, but the adults held the child tightly and refused to leave. They just persuaded him, saying, "My dear, let's not leave. If we leave, what will happen if the City God blames you for not coming in person and refuses to protect you?"

After saying this, the woman quickly stuffed the child into the hands of the man next to her, clasped her hands together, and said in a panic: "Don't blame me, Lord City God, don't blame me, Lord City God, I didn't mean to say that you are stingy..."

Snapped!
A hand suddenly reached out from the side and slapped the woman in the face.

It turned out to be an old woman who squeezed over and cursed hurriedly: "Pooh, pooh, pooh! What are you talking about? If you can't speak, don't say it! What City God... Pooh, pooh, pooh, what! The City God is so majestic! We ordinary people have been blessed by the City God. If we dare not be pious, why should the City God blame us? As your mother, I will not forgive you first!"

As she spoke, the old woman started scolding and beating the young woman. Her hands, as dry as tree bark, slapped the young woman on the body, making her unable to dodge and crying out in pain, looking so pitiful.

When the child saw his mother being beaten, he cried even louder: "Grandma, don't beat me!"

Unexpectedly, when she cried, the old woman cried even harder than she did.

"What sin have I committed? These two people refuse to listen to my teachings. They are going to piss me off to death. They want to dig out my heart and liver..."

For a moment, children were crying, adults were shouting, and people were pointing and talking in chaos.

Small conflicts of this magnitude can be seen everywhere in the square.

That’s not even a big deal, because there’s something much worse.

A young man muttered impatiently, "This is crazy! Do you think crowding here can show piety? The main hall is right there. How many people can go in to burn incense at the same time? We are so crowded here that we will be crushed. It would be bad if we go home and wait..." Before he could finish his words, his father jumped up and was about to hit him, but he was too slow. He saw a flash of a knife coming from somewhere in the crowded crowd, and suddenly there was a flash of blood. With a click, a broken arm flew high in the crowd.

"Ah——" The boy screamed only after his arm fell to the ground.

As the blood spread, the crowd immediately moved aside, leaving behind only the young man who was screaming in pain and his father who was frightened and anxious but dared not speak out.

Finally, the father seemed to have thought of something. He knelt on the ground in a panic, pulled the boy to the ground, knelt and kowtowed, and walked to the City God Temple on his knees, crying and repenting: "Merciful, kind, and righteous City God, it was all because of our ignorance. We know we were wrong, and we ask for forgiveness..."

Looking at that look, I really don’t know whether to say he is pitiful or hateful.

But in fact, it should be more pitiful.

After all, mortals have many things that are beyond their control, and sometimes we shouldn't be too harsh on them.

The boy with the broken arm finally felt afraid. He covered the broken arm of his right hand with both hands. There was only pain and panic on his originally stubborn face. He knelt when his father pulled him to kneel, and cried when his father pulled him to cry.

As for the man who cut off his arm, he was a warrior with great reputation in Huijiang City.

Although he was also queuing in the crowd, when others saw him, they either hurriedly made way for him or greeted him respectfully. No one blamed him for suddenly attacking and injuring others. Instead, they complimented him and praised him for his decisiveness and devout service to the gods. He was indeed worthy of being a famous warrior who worshipped the gods in Huijiang City.

……

In the square in front of the temple, some people were crying, some were laughing, some were weather-beaten with their heads down, some were holding their heads high, and everyone was retreating...

There are all kinds of things in the world, but they are all distorted.

Song Ciwan, who was standing not far away, saw things that were different from others.

With the dual blessing of her spiritual eyes and the gods, she could clearly see that at this moment above the City God Temple, there were countless mixed air masses of various kinds gathering like chaotic clouds.

And in the mixed and twisted clouds, there are strands of pure red and golden air currents, that is - faith!
Yes, that is faith and willpower.

Song Ciwan was very familiar with this thing.

With the help of the scales of heaven and earth, she has absorbed countless amounts of energy, and now above the City God Temple, one can only see the surging power of wishes, along with countless confusing and inseparable dark air masses... They are rolling and boiling, and are pouring into the main hall of the City God Temple together!

There are several Yin gods canonized by the imperial court in the City God Temple, and it is shrouded by Shinto formations, so it should look grand and solemn.

Of course, ordinary people would still think that the City God Temple was majestic and grand when they looked at it with their naked eyes. Only when Song Ciwan looked at it with his spiritual eyes would he feel that the temple in front of him was gloomy and seemed to have an infinite obscure meaning.

She didn't stop and walked forward with Lao Gou.

Lao Gou was surprised and said, "Oh, Fairy Song, what are you going to do..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Ciwan had already led him quietly through the numerous barrier formations and entered the inner hall of the City God Temple.

The moment he entered the hall, Lao Gou's voice stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes, stared blankly ahead, and shuddered.

What did he see?
In the inner hall of the City God Temple, which looked like a snow cave, the Huijiang City God showed his three-headed and six-armed image.