Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Seven: The Book of Complaints
Judge Cui said in surprise:
"You are the gods of Mu Shou. You are so efficacious. How come the people of Qiantang don't believe in you?"
"Could it be that you continue to shirk responsibility for the death of Black and White? This matter is of great importance. The death of the Yin God in the Yang world will definitely shock the Yin Emperor. When the emperor is angry, all the gods here will probably be demoted to reincarnation.
I don’t know how many reincarnations I have to wait before I can ascend to the throne of God again.”
The gods replied:
"God doesn't know something. Since the prodigy Zhang Yutang was born in Qiantang County many years ago, the literary style has become more and more prosperous. More and more scholars have read more books, and they have understood many truths and the fate of gods and ghosts.
After these people understand the truth, they no longer believe in us, and they encourage others to study, understand, and tear down our temples."
"As gods, we have lightning-like eyes and can know all this. However, the Emperor of Heaven has ordered us to protect the human world. If anyone dares to break the laws of heaven without permission, he will be killed by the Immortal Killing Sword."
"oh."
Judge Cui looked around and asked:
"Then why are you gathering here? Is there anything you want to discuss?"
Ways of the gods:
"We want to gather the power of the gods to change the sky and prevent droughts and floods here for several years. Only when these ordinary people encounter natural disasters and are helpless will they change their minds and believe in the gods again."
"well"
Judge Cui couldn't bear it:
"Is there no other way? Do we have to go to extremes?" The gods shook their heads and were silent for a while.
"That's all, you can do whatever you like. Just pretend I didn't see this."
Judge Cui turned around and walked out of the Earth Temple. His figure suddenly grew bigger, as big as a normal person. He dressed up as a scholar and took two little ghost-turned-book boys with him to stay in an inn near the Holy Master's Mansion.
After Judge Cui left, all the gods used their magic together, and pieces of divine light were seen emanating from the earth temple and filling the air. The divine light was like a large net, filling the sky and the earth.
"Between heaven and earth, gods and ghosts have their own laws. I and the ghosts and gods of Qiantang pray together, hoping that Si Yulong God will know that the rain in Qiantang this year is not allowed to fall separately. It needs to be gathered together to take advantage of the heavy rain."
"If it doesn't rain, there will be severe drought. If it rains, there will be floods."
The rumble of the sound was transmitted into the void, and Si Yu Long Shen knew that as the oracle came out, there was a thunder in the sky on a sunny day. After the thunder, the whole sky seemed to be much brighter.
Judge Cui stood in the inn, looking at the divine light that filled the world, and sighed secretly:
"Many gods rely on the power of incense to maintain their status. If these gods lose their incense, it is equivalent to losing the foundation of their existence. Their status will collapse and their magic power will dissipate."
"Just to obtain divine power, these little gods have embarked on evil paths. Even if they maintain their divine status in the future, they will not make any progress. What they do now is to drink poison to quench their thirst and harm others and themselves."
"But the spirit of culture shoots up the sun and the people's wisdom opens up. No one can stop them from not believing in the gods. How should the gods deal with themselves?"
Judge Cui was once a human official, and he understands that the seemingly inconspicuous public opinion can exert earth-shaking power once it has a direction and a leader.
This public opinion is the will of God, this force is the way of Heaven, the general trend is like a rolling flood, no one can stop it, no one can stop it.
The will of the people is the will of heaven, and the will of the people is the will of heaven.
If public opinion no longer believes in the gods, the gods can only fall off the altar and disappear into thin air.
After sending away the two green and white snakes, Zhang Yutang returned to the yard, observing the nature of the world, the wind and the clouds, and suddenly felt that there were divine lights crisscrossing the sky and the earth. He slapped his forehead, and his soul left the body and flew up.
High in the sky, if you take a quick look, you will see divine light like a net, filling the sky and the earth.
The soul that has reached the realm of possession can almost be condensed into a physical entity. It is powerful and not afraid of ordinary winds.
"What are these gods doing? Why does the sky feel so much hotter? It doesn't feel like the sun is shining brightly, but it feels like it's a hot summer day."
After receiving the soul, Zhang Yutang was a little puzzled:
"It's really strange. What kind of mystery are these gods gathering together?"
"I want to go out and see what these gods are doing?"
Originally, Zhang Yutang had no likes or dislikes towards the gods, but as the underworld took away Zhang Yuanwai's soul, Zhang Yutang felt a deep hatred for the gods' insistence on deciding other people's lives and deaths at will.
When something like this happens to others, I don't feel anything special when I look at it. But when it actually happens to me, I realize how unacceptable it is.
Zhang Yutang took no one with him. He walked out of the Holy Master's Mansion and came to the largest earth temple in Qiantang County. He saw several people burning incense and praying in the temple.
There were four people in the Tutu Temple, all dressed up differently. The first person who heard it prayed silently:
"Grandpa Tu, please be blessed by Grandma Tu. I will be drying something tomorrow. What I am drying is related to the livelihood of my family. Please don't let it rain. If it doesn't rain, I will definitely give you a big pig's head to worship your old man."
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He lit incense, kowtowed, stood up and left. Then the third person came forward and knelt down, lit a stick of incense and prayed:
"I'm going to plant some crops in the ground tomorrow, but the ground is too dry. Grandpa and Grandma, there will be a timely heavy rain."
After the second person left, the third person went up, still lit the incense candle, and prayed:
"Grandpa Tu Tu, Grandma Tu Tu, I am a merchant who sells goods. I have to go to the imperial capital tomorrow. It's just a long way. If I go too late, my entire cargo may be destroyed in my hands. I would like to ask you two old people to be kind to you."
Bless you, there will be a strong wind tomorrow, and my ship will be able to use the wind to cross three thousand miles in one day."
Then the fourth person went up, knelt down and said:
"Grandpa Tu, Grandma Tu, the pears I planted will be ripe these days. Don't let the wind blow, otherwise my whole tree of pears will be blown away, and all these months of hard work will be in vain."
After Zhang Yutang heard the prayers of these people, he burst into laughter:
"The things these people want are completely opposite to each other. Even gods would be in trouble."
After watching for a while, there was nothing strange. Just as Zhang Yutang was about to turn around and leave, he saw a red light shining over the Tutu Temple. An old man with white hair and a childish face, and an old woman with a dignified appearance came to the Tutu Temple together to become the gods.
He carefully observed everyone's wishes one by one.
After reading this, Mr. Tudou frowned:
"This is not easy to handle. There are Li Si who wants rain, Zhang San who wants wind, Wang Liu who wants sunny days, and Li Li who wants no wind. How can their wishes be realized?"
The landlady thought for a moment and said:
"I have an idea, you can try it."
The land master smiled happily after hearing this and kept nodding his head in admiration:
"Okay, okay, good idea."
Immediately he picked up his pen and wrote in the air:
"It rains at night and is clear during the day, so we can harvest crops and dry them in the sun. If the wind blows, just go into the river and don't let it go through the pear line."
Each word generates light, falls into the void and is passed to the God of Wind and Rain.
"These gods are also sincere in doing things for the people. It is indeed not easy."
After Zhang Yutang saw the way Lord Tu Tu and Grandma Tu Tu handled things, he couldn't help but marvel at the wisdom of the gods. It was indeed an extraordinary response. A matter that seemed difficult to do was quickly and safely handled.
With nothing to do, Zhang Yutang wandered around Qiantang again:
"There are more and more scholars, and fewer and fewer people engage in feudal superstitions. As the popularity of the world dwindles, the lives of the gods will not be easy."
The two green and white snakes left the Holy Master's Mansion and did not stop anywhere. Instead, they walked directly towards Baiji Embroidery Village. When they arrived at the village, they were about to sit down and talk when they felt the divine light transpiring between heaven and earth, like a rainbow.
Bai Suzhen and Green Snake looked towards the sky with divine light in their eyes:
"What these gods cast is a document to tell the sky. What happened that caused the gods to gather together and write a document to the sky."
Bai Suzhen was a little puzzled, but she didn't take it to heart. Instead, she withdrew her divine light, calmed down, and said to Green Snake:
"What the Holy Master means is that Xu Xian is a pure and filial person. Dr. Xu has a will to carry forward Renxin Medical Clinic. Xu Xian will definitely obey it. Why don't you and I also go to Bao'an Hall to study medicine, and then make Bao'an Tang famous all over the world?
Fulfill his wish."
Green Snake pouted and said:
"Sister, we are goblins. We can only harm people but not save them. If we go to the security hall, we will kill people and make them scolded."
Bai Suzhen said:
"Don't worry, sister Qing'er, as doctors we will only be praised, not scolded."
Qing'er is puzzled:
"Why?"
Bai Suzhen said:
"Think about it, if we cure a person's disease and he is healthy, he will only be grateful to us and not scold us."
Qing'er nodded and said:
"yes"
Bai Suzhen continued:
"You are thinking, if we accidentally kill someone, if you talk about a dead person, will he curse?"
Qing'er continued to nod and said happily:
"Sure enough, dead people don't know how to curse. Being a doctor is really an enviable thing. No wonder many people like to be doctors."
The two green and white snakes discussed some things that needed attention, and then walked towards the security hall together. Not long after, they arrived at the security hall. In the security hall, since Doctor Xu passed away, Xu Xian was no longer in the hall for treatment. It has been a long time,
Few people come, and there are only a few people around.
The always famous Baoan Tang gradually declined.
After Wu Yulian heard about it, she was anxious in her eyes, but she had no choice but to do anything. At this time, Xu Xian was suffering from the pain of losing his father, and Wu Yulian couldn't bear to say anything else, so as not to cause Xu Xian's sadness.
Green Snake came to the door of the security hall, looked at the empty security hall, and said:
"Sister, look at this place. It's deserted and not popular at all."
Bai Suzhen said:
"Mr. Xu is a man who has read a lot of poetry and books. Maybe he is studying poetry and books so hard and waiting for the state examination next year that he has delayed his business."
Green Snake smiled and said:
"Sister, even if I know he is your benefactor, you don't have to protect him like this." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)