Feng Bingwen was only nearly eight years old now, and only half a man tall. At this time, he followed the adults into the City God's Temple and was submerged in the crowd of people who came to offer incense. Logically speaking, he was inconspicuous, even
If you are not careful, you may lose it.
However, in the eyes of some beings, he was so dazzling that he was noticed as soon as he entered the door.
"Happy New Year!"
The half-grown child smiled and congratulated the Yaksha God and the Bell and Drum God who stood on the altar and looked at him.
After all, it is still a county town, and the bustling Town God's Temple is completely different from the small village with more than a dozen households. However, Feng Bingwen now has the confidence to respond to this concern.
"..."
The two majestic and ferocious Yaksha gods looked at each other, neither knowing how to respond. They could only turn their heads away, pretend not to see it, and continue to receive this rare and rich incense.
Feng Bingwen was not surprised when he saw this. He usually didn't come to the City God's Temple. If he bumped into Youshen on the street, he would just say hello, although Youshen basically ignored him.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Zichuan, who was leading Feng Bingwen as he trudged forward in the crowd, heard what his son seemed to say and quickly turned around and asked with concern, fearing that someone around him might accidentally step on him.
"fine."
Feng Bingwen smiled at his father.
Ordinary people's eyes cannot see the ghosts and gods who receive incense and pray and respond from time to time. In their eyes, they only see the majestic painted sculptures of ghosts and gods.
"Let's go and pay homage to the City God."
In addition to enshrining the Great God of the City God, the Temple of the City God also has eight great yaksha generals, civil and military judges, ox-headed and horse-faced gods, bell and drum gods, etc. These gods receive a lot of incense at this time of the year and are very prosperous.
Although people all know that the Lord City God is the most powerful, it is precisely because he has the highest status that it is difficult to get a response when praying to him. Instead, people worship gods with lower status, and even more.
It is easy to get shelter.
The process of worshiping the City God is very simple. After all, there are too many people and it is impossible to stay in the City God's hall for too long. Just put a few sticks of incense and burn some paper and you are done.
When worshiping the City God, except for devout believers who will kneel down and worship, most people hold incense and bow.
Feng Bingwen followed his father, holding unlit incense, and waited in line in the Chenghuang Hall. There were temple blessings here to maintain order. Although there were many people, it seemed orderly.
After a short period of waiting, it was Feng Bingwen's turn soon. Compared to the ordinary ghosts and gods receiving incense outside the temple, the statue of the City God in the main seat in the City God's Hall was completely motionless.
Feng Bingwen took a closer look and could see that behind the city god's head, the vast incense had gathered into a golden wheel, making the clay puppet statue look majestic and sacred.
"The City God is not at home?"
Feng Bingwen murmured in his heart, lit the three sticks of incense he received from the temple priest, and after praying three times with his father, he stepped forward to put the incense in the incense burner.
But at this moment, a vast golden light burst out in front of his eyes, as if it was just the sun at noon. It stung Feng Bingwen and subconsciously squinted his eyes. When he looked up, he was stunned.
Then the majestic but dull statue of the City God has been transformed into a majestic god. Even though he is just sitting there, he no longer has the stiffness of a clay puppet.
"City God, happy New Year!"
Feng Bingwen showed a smile, stood on tiptoes with an upright posture, and inserted the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner.
It was at this moment that he saw a change. The smell rising from the incense he inserted into the incense burner seemed a little different. Even if it was mixed among hundreds of incense sticks, it seemed quite eye-catching because the smoke
Qi is like a dragon.
"I accept your incense and return your wish!"
As soon as the city god made any move, the snake-like and dragon-like incense floated into the divine wheel behind his head, and the golden light of the divine wheel shone brighter and brighter.
"Do you have a wish?"
"Well!"
Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say no, but he looked at his father and the old man aside, quickly clasped his hands together, and bowed.
"I hope the City God can bless my parents and elderly people in good health and everything will go well."
"Can."
I saw the golden rain falling and blending into the unsuspecting Feng Zichuan and Feng Lingjun. I didn't feel surprised to see Feng Bingwen bowing with his hands. Many people in the palace were like this.
"go home!"
Feng Lingjun, who took the initiative to propose coming to the City God's Temple to offer incense, had a gentle face. He heard what his grandson had just said, and all the worries in his heart were gone, and he no longer had any doubts.
"okay."
Feng Bingwen co-authored it, and the statue of the city god has returned to its original stiffness and dullness. As the end of the year approaches, the county god seems to be very busy and has no time to respond to believers.
The journey was uneventful. The old man, the middle man and the young man returned home again. After some exchanges, they had dinner and had some after-dinner chat. Among them, the old man was particularly concerned about his son's imperial examination in a year's time and asked seriously.
He is almost certain to be admitted as a scholar.
Feng Zichuan spoke in a flash and did not dare to respond. He could only say that he was studying hard.
Thinking of his father's guilty expression after the meal and his grandfather's look of hanging his head and sighing, Feng Bingwen, who had already shrunk into bed, felt helpless.
His father seemed to have gone astray, thinking only about how to make money. He obviously went to study, but he managed to earn millions of dollars.
It's not that it's not good to make money, but it's just that I can't control myself. The old man is just a scholar, and this old father is even less good. He's just a child. With such a small amount of fame, he has a huge family fortune. It would be weird if no one coveted it.
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Maybe his parents have some connections, but you still need to be strong in order to make iron. No matter how good the relationship is, how can it be compared to oneself? What if he has the honor of being a scholar, or even a Jinshi, and a huge family fortune? It will only be a help, not a disaster.
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"Reading is the right way!"
Everything is low-grade, only reading is good. Although there was no such thing in the Daqian Dynasty, the common people had a similar concept. For ordinary people, only reading is the right way. Merchants? They are the stuff of the low-class.
"I should think of a way to help dad."
Feng Bingwen thought about it. Although he was a son, he was looking forward to his father's success at the moment. His father was already a wealthy businessman. If he got a good reputation, then he could just lie down. Ah, no, it's him.
You can now concentrate on practicing.
"Um?"
Just when Feng Bingwen was thinking about what he could do, his expression changed and he noticed something unusual.
"Yin Qi!"
Feng Bingwen left the bedroom and went outside without making any noise. He flew to the roof and looked into the distance. He immediately saw an old man holding a cane with an angry look on his face, chasing a body.
The strong, honest-looking man chased and beat him fiercely.