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Chapter 157 Not even a single incense stick!

The sky is bright.

Yanwangzhuang.

Today, the people in Yanwangzhuang seemed to get up earlier than usual.

When the sky was getting dark, some people had already woken up early because they couldn't sleep, opened the door, walked around the street, and from time to time cast their eyes on the Wanggong Temple on the west side of the village.

He muttered from time to time in his mouth.

"Wang Gong Temple?"

"Fortune Temple?"

"Is it a dream or real?"

"It's obviously a Wanggong Temple that has been established for hundreds of years, so how can it become a temple of Fuzheng?"

Seeing someone coming out of the house again, Wang Laogen quickly stopped talking.

After all, I am a mortal.

Don't talk about ghosts and gods lightly. If you say something bad, it may attract revenge from ghosts and gods. There are all kinds of gods in the heavens and myriad worlds. Who knows the virtue of a certain god?

Maybe it's a righteous god, maybe it's an evil god, maybe it's a god of all evil!
Unknowable, invisible, incomprehensible.

Facing the ghosts and gods in the dark, ordinary people can only feel awe in their hearts.

This person is Wang Hongxin from Yanwangzhuang, also a middle-aged and elderly person, with a lot of white hair mixed in his long hair, and the skin on his forehead is also wrinkled a lot.

While Wang Hongxin opened the door, he was muttering something.

Wang Laogen's ears were sharp, and he listened indistinctly. What Wang Hongxin was talking about seemed to be ghosts and gods, big dreams, the sea, spring blossoms and so on.

And he also noticed that after Wang Hongxin opened the door, the first thing he did was to look suspiciously towards the Wanggong Temple on the west side of the village.

He even subconsciously moved a few steps towards the Wanggong Temple, as if he wanted to go but dared not.

Creak, creak, creak...

One, two, three, four, five...

More and more people pushed open their doors and walked out.

Everyone looked a little dignified.

They are also talking about ghosts and gods, dreaming and so on.

They even glanced at the Wanggong Temple on the west side of the village at the same time, their eyes full of doubts.

When I was about to say something just now, when I raised my head slightly, I saw many people standing on the street, most of these people were the heads of various households.

"You?" Wang Laogen looked at the neighbors who came out, and was a little speechless in surprise.

"Could it be that you both had the same dream yesterday?"

"But dreamed of a god?"

Gods!

As soon as these two words came out, the rest of the people nodded cautiously.

It really is immeasurable, incredible.

Actually let the people in the whole village have the same dream.

"Who did you dream about?" Wang Laogen continued to ask.

The people next to them gathered together, glanced at each other, and said in unison, "Fortune is God!"

"A young man who claims to be a good fortune god!"

Wang Laogen also nodded, "I dreamed about it too!"

"In the dream, the God of Fortune said that the Wanggong Temple is now the Temple of Fortune, and he still wants us to worship him. If he is sincere, he can protect the village in good weather and everything will be prosperous. If If he's not sincere, he won't hurt us."

One of them said, "Fortune is God?"

"We have never heard of this deity, and we don't know which kind of god it is. I think it's better not to provoke it. As the old saying goes, it's easier to invite a god than to send it away."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions were awe-inspiring.

They are all ordinary people, and they dare not offend the gods, and they dare not easily sacrifice to the gods whose origins are unknown.

"Not to mention anything else, judging by the words in his dream, it doesn't look like a vicious god. It's better to go to the temple to see if the Wanggong Temple has really become a temple of good fortune?" Wang Laogen was concerned, but also Follow your own opinion.

But some other people are hesitant, for fear that after the gods see them, if they don't worship themselves piously, the gods will naturally have opinions on them.

to go or not to go

Many hesitated.

But Wang Laogen is firm in his steps.

Walk slowly towards the west of Yanwangzhuang.

Soon, many people followed behind Wang Laogen.

Many ordinary people also understand.

Gods are not omnipotent.

The gods need to receive the incense from the world of mortals before they can produce mighty spirits.

If there is no worship of Wanxing, even a powerful god will disappear into the rolling river of time and space one day.

A brand-new temple appeared at the place where the Prince's Temple was originally located. The temple is still the same as before, but it is much newer, and the plaque hanging on the temple has also changed to the four characters of Fuzhengshen.

"Ford God?"

All the people in Yanwangzhuang who came with them changed their faces slightly, and they were secretly in awe.

"Unexpectedly, yesterday's dream was real!"

A dream come true!
No one thought that what they dreamed yesterday turned out to be real.

The Wanggong Temple has really become the Temple of Fortune.

"Go, let's go into the temple and have a look."

Wang Laogen greeted everyone and entered the Temple of Fudezheng.

What you can see is the clay body of the god.

Originally, in the temple, the old man was enshrined, with white hair and white beard, holding a dragon head and a cane, old-fashioned, kind-hearted, but now it was another person.

But in the temple, there is a young man who is enshrined. This young man is imposing, with bright eyebrows and star eyes, and an ape-backed waist. The scissors, a little bit of Jinhui.

The young man looked ahead and held the talisman. His whole body was golden, exuding an infinite majesty, as if the gods were alive and could save all living beings.

On both sides of the young man, there are also two ghost emissaries, with green faces and fangs, ferocious faces, shaped so lifelike, they are the avatars of Wei Tao and Feng Shiba.

"Sure enough, it is the God of Fortune!"

"It's exactly the same as the young man in the dream!"

Everyone's heart sank.

From the looks of it, yesterday's dream was not a dream, but a dream entrusted by the gods, announcing their arrival.

Since then, the Wanggong Temple has become a yellow flower of yesterday.

The righteous god of fortune is the only righteous god in this dojo.

Look at Ford Zhengshen.

Everyone felt awe in their hearts, and after glancing at the clay-bodied golden body of Zhengshen, they felt infinite majesty emanating from the golden body, and they were startled and lowered their heads in panic.

Hurry up and say goodbye.

They all left the Fudezheng Temple.

"Everyone said, what should we do with this god?"

"Should I worship this god, or ignore it?"

As for destroying temples and removing statues, no one dared to say so.

Offending the gods, there must be retribution, and the retribution is not light, if it is not done well, the family will be destroyed, and the children will be cut off.

Everyone hesitated.

Do not dare to worship God lightly.

Wang Laogen said, "Let's put this statue here. If you are willing to worship the god, you should worship it devoutly. If you don't want to worship, don't be profane, lest you bring harm to yourself and your family."

The origin of the god of fortune is unknown.

People naturally dare not worship.

Yang Chen got up early in the morning and rushed to Yanwangzhuang. When he hid in the dark to watch, he saw the people of Yanwangzhuang hurried away from the Fudezheng Temple with awe on their faces.

No one dared to offer incense to the Fuzheng Temple.

"Not even a single piece of incense?" Yang Chen's heart sank.

(End of this chapter)