After the boy chasing corpses entered the ruined temple, the light dissipated, and white mist rose up inside the ruined temple, obscuring his sight.
"Master Lin, go back and let the agents from the execution hall and arrest hall come. I want to demolish this ruined temple."
"The chief arrester..." Hall Master Lin seemed a little hesitant.
"Why don't you go quickly? Don't you know the way?"
Seeing Tie Tang's determination, Hall Master Lin no longer hesitated: "Okay, I'll come back as soon as I go!"
After he left, Tie Tang and Duan Jingrui found a half-broken thick tree trunk and sat on it without wiping it clean.
"Duan Duan, Tie has read very few books. Doesn't the court care about this kind of mountain god and land?" Tie Tang had already searched the memory of his predecessor, but did not find much relevant information.
Duan Jingrui looked at the ruined temple and said: "In the whole world, is it the royal land? There is no area in the entire human world that my human race does not dare to control.
It's just that for such grass-headed gods, the court sometimes turns a blind eye or closes one eye."
"Why is this?"
"Most of these mountain gods, river gods, land gods, etc. are from my human race, and they may have benefited a place during their lifetime.
After the death, in order to commemorate the person, the people would build temples, shape golden bodies, and pray for their protection.
These ancestral halls and temples were built with sincerity by ordinary people. Some may be very large, while others may only be three feet wide.
There are too many small temples and shrines like this in the world. They are the place of faith for the people. How could the imperial court overthrow them without reason?
What's more, these ghosts and gods need enough incense to reunite their true spirits. Not all ancestral halls and temples can give birth to the so-called grass-headed gods.
Over time, as long as these true spirits, ghosts and gods do not cause trouble, the imperial court will not take action."
Tie Tang thought for a moment and then asked: "Then the same is true for the Earth Temple in our county government?"
"That's different!" Duan Jingrui waved his hands repeatedly.
"The Fude Temple in our county government is indeed one of the lands in Yuncheng, but it was pardoned and granted an official title by the imperial court. It is an upright and upright god.
There is no comparison with this kind of grass-headed god!"
"Is there any other land in Yuncheng?" Tie Tang was keenly aware of Duan Jingrui's remarks.
"Yes!"
"They are the righteous gods canonized by heaven, and they are different from the righteous gods of the county government."
Tie Tang did not turn around for a while: "How can there be two lands on one side of water and soil?"
Duan Jingrui smiled: "A county government still has three leaders."
"You mean...different responsibilities?"
"This is just one of them. I don't know much about the specific matters involving these gods.
There are many reasons, some of which are issues left over from history.
For example, the Bo Gong Temple in Dongcheng in Yuncheng is actually a land temple. It has a long history and is extremely popular. The court cannot just overthrow it."
Before Tie Tang could ask any more questions, he saw the corpse-catching boy walking out of the ruined temple with a smile.
"My business is done!"
"You can go in."
After saying that, he ignored Tie Tang and the others and left directly.
"The chief arrester, if we don't wait until our men arrive..."
Tie Tang took out his identity badge, held it in his hand, and strode forward.
"Go in and take a look first. Since you are a mountain god who belongs to the human world, you must abide by the laws of the human earth.
Even if He is a god and violates the laws, he should be guilty like the common people!"
This mountain temple is extremely dilapidated. Except for the main hall where the statues are enshrined, the other ancillary buildings have long since collapsed.
Tie Tang stepped into the temple and after walking a few steps, he came to the main hall and saw a majestic statue of a god holding a spear.
On top of the divine case, there was actually a handful of bamboo incense sticks, two thick red candles were lit around it, and several everlasting lamps were lit around it and hung in the air.
There is a scent of incense floating in the air, lingering around the statue.
Tie Tang stood with his hands behind his back, facing the statue head-on.
"Wu Qing didn't notice it that day. He didn't find me until he came to the temple.
I couldn't figure it out before, but now I understand.
Did you...tell him?"
And today’s demonic tiger must also be your trick?”
There was no movement on the statue, and the weathered stone face no longer had the protection of the gold foil and already looked pitted.
"Don't tell?"
"It doesn't matter, I will tear down your ruined temple later. Let's see how long you can endure it."
Tie Tang doesn't have much awe. The god here is only against him and has repeatedly protected criminals. He is obviously not a good character.
While patrolling the temple, he talked with Duan Jingrui about the grass-headed god without any scruples.
"Duan Baotou, why did this mountain god fall to this level? According to you, they should have been the same person during their lifetime."
"After reshaping the golden body, if the incense is strong enough, the true spirit will return to some extent. At that time, he will actually no longer be his complete self.
However, due to the influence of their memories during their lifetime, most grass-headed gods will choose to continue to protect their people.
But once for various reasons, the incense is gone.
Many gods will not be able to bear the current situation of declining cultivation and even being unable to survive, and then they will start to do evil in the world."
Tie Tang came to his senses and looked at the statue and sneered: "Are you in the same situation?"
"Presumptuous!"
A gray rat came out of the corner and uttered human sounds.
"How dare a mere mortal speak nonsense about gods?"
Tie Tang threw out his waist card and stuck it straight on the divine case. The three characters "Inspection Department" were facing the statue.
"Are you worthy of being called a god?"
"My human race rules the world. Wherever the sun and moon shine, and wherever rivers come, everything is under the control of our human race. How dare you, a humble grass-headed god, call yourself a god?"
The gray rat rushed up to the divine case several times, wanting to kick the token off, but was a little afraid and did not dare to step forward easily.
"Mortals, the earth on earth is by no means unique to the human race. If you force karma, be careful of retribution if you mess up in the future."
Tie Tang said disdainfully: "You used to be a human race? Now you are a mortal, and you can speak smoothly. Have you forgotten your roots?"
"Who said I'm a human? That's just your wishful thinking." The gray mouse seemed to have thought of something funny, lying on the magic table, holding his belly with his little paws and laughing.
"Not a human race?"
Tie Tang was not disappointed at all, but was completely relieved.
"Since you are not from the human race... I will demolish the temple later, so Tie doesn't need to worry at all."
"If you demolish my temple, you will be affected by karma. There will always be a day of reckoning. Mortals, you should think clearly."
Tie Tang's energy and blood gathered in his throat, and he faced the statue with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Tie Mou enforces the law impartially and has a clear conscience. Besides, you are just a remnant of your soul, so what can you do to me?"
"I...will remember you!" After saying this, the squirrel turned around and was about to run away, but Duan Jingrui reached out his palm and grabbed him.
"Squeak! Squeak!"
The gray rat yelled, looking panicked, its two little eyes kept spinning, and a few drops of liquid dripped from its tail.
"Let him go." Duan Jingrui knew that this was not a mountain god, so he threw it away and let the squirrel go.
Tie Tang was a little confused: "If His temple is demolished, will He still be alive?"
"This... I actually don't know, but logically speaking, if there is no incense and even the idols are lost, there should be nowhere to survive."
"Search around first and see what you find."
"Yes!"
The mountain temple is actually not small, but many places have collapsed and been damaged, and there are not many places left.
After looking around briefly, Duan Jingrui picked up a well-preserved stone and crushed it with force.
"It is indeed Sanhetu!"
"Captain, this mountain temple may have hundreds, or even thousands, of years of history."
He turned around and looked around, but did not see Tie Tang. It was not until he entered the back hall of the mountain temple that he saw the figure.
"The chief arrester?"
Tie Tang squatted on the ground. There was a small pit in front of him, and a rotten smell wafted out from it.