Chapter 901 The Four Wasted Star Lords, Wang Lingguan!
The rituals for receiving Taoist fruits are ever-changing, but it seems that establishing a temple to enshrine a god is the most common type.
Of all the urban areas in Xieshan City, the God Sacrifice Area is the largest. There are thousands of temples of various types in it, but most of them have very little incense and many are abandoned.
It's hard to be a human being.
Being a god is also difficult.
This was Yang Yu's heartfelt sigh after he visited the entire God Sacrifice Area.
In the entire god worship area, the temple with the most incense is naturally the Longzi Temple. This dragon god in the river is endorsed by the Wantao River. The temple is giving away rice and noodles all year round. The incense is far more prosperous than any other temple.
But other than that, the ones with better incense are in temples, and the intensity of the incense depends entirely on the amount of rice and noodles given to the temple.
Temples with little incense or even abandoned are temples in the normal sense.
"Such a ruined temple costs a hundred taels of fine gold. Those officials are so evil..."
Looking at the three or two dilapidated houses overgrown with weeds just one step inside, Han Jiu couldn't help but want to curse.
"The size of the temple actually doesn't matter."
Yang Yu didn't care much. He pushed aside the weeds growing in front of the temple and saw a severely faded temple couplet in front of the mottled temple door.
With his eyesight, even if the damage was serious, he could still vaguely make out:
"If you have evil intentions, burning incense will do no good; if you keep your body upright, it doesn't matter if you don't worship me when you see me!"
"No wonder it's in decline! The temple's blessings are probably crazy..."
Han Jiu wanted to make a few words of ridicule, but when he saw that his master Li seemed to appreciate it, he immediately shut up.
"You go back to greet some people and bring the statues here. I will take care of them here."
Yang Yu suddenly spoke and sent Han Jiu away.
The latter scratched his head, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little uneasy, but he didn't dare to explain, so he retreated in dismay.
"Quack!"
Inside the open sleeves of the robe, a little toad jumped out. In the past, every time it came out, it would either be energetic or make a whirring sound.
At this time, it seemed very quiet.
It jumped into the dilapidated temple, where there were swarms of snakes and rats, dust and cobwebs everywhere, and the original appearance of the clay statues in the dilapidated temple could no longer be seen.
"Quack!"
In front of the stone platform, the little toad squatted blankly, looking at the statue. After a while, he shouted in great annoyance and jumped back into his sleeve robe.
No matter how much Yang Yu shouted, he remained silent.
"This temple..."
Yang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.
Behind him, an old voice came:
"This Lingguan Temple is one of the earliest temples in Xieshan City. It is no longer known who built the temple. Eight or nine hundred years ago, my ancestors took it over from others and passed it down to me.
More than ten generations..."
A white-haired old man led a young child into the dilapidated temple. Behind him, Han Jiu was greeting people to move the statues and clean up the weeds outside the temple.
"It turns out to be Lingguan Temple."
From the little toad's reaction, Yang Yu had already guessed something. When he heard the old Miao Zhu speak, he nodded.
"My family has no money left, so I can't afford to give rice and noodles to the believers. In addition, as a temple blessing, I can't receive alms from other temples, because this temple is in ruins..."
Lao Miaozhu pulled out a few weeds, with a complex and respectful look on his face:
"This master built the temple to welcome the arrival of the Taoist Fruit, right?"
"good."
Yang Yu nodded.
Most of the many temples in the city's sacrificial area are for the purpose of receiving Taoist fruits, which is naturally not a secret for temple blessings.
"No more fine gold."
Lao Miaozhu touched the boy's bun next to him:
"This kid has learned a lot from me. In a few years, he can also be a temple blessing. If you don't mind, accept him as well..."
Yang Yu glanced at the child casually and found that the child was only five or six years old. He was timid and seemed to be very timid:
"For a magical power master of his age to be a temple blessing, it would be a waste of talent."
Under the secluded tunnel, he could naturally see the child's destiny at a glance. There were five destiny numbers, four white and one red. The red ones were naturally changed after Daoguo recognized his master.
However, this level of destiny is extremely rare, useless...
【Yuanben】
[Fate: Four Wastes]
[Fate number: four white and one red]
[The four wastes are in life (light red), give up halfway (white), have a beginning but no end (white), accomplish nothing (white), and are dull and dull (white)]
[Ten Capitals Four Wasted Stars (God)]
[There is no talent to mend the sky, no talent to help the world, no talent to serve others, no talent to cultivate the Tao...]
[Supernatural power: none]
Yang Yu couldn't help but take another look.
From Shanhai to Longquan, he has never seen such a useless rank and destiny. What is even more outrageous is that this is a rank without magical powers...
"he……"
Old Miao Zhu opened his mouth, smiled bitterly and sighed:
"Is this child considered a master of supernatural powers? Although he has obtained the Taoist Fruit and recognizes his master, he has no magical powers..."
Does it count?
Yang Yu didn't know what to say, but after thinking about it, he still said:
"At his age, he can't do temple blessings, but he can still stay in the temple and hold a lamp. However, you still accept the fine gold."
Three hundred taels of fine gold is a lot, but Yang Yu will never take advantage of others.
Even though this old man will not live long.
Lao Miao Zhu refused to accept it. In the end, Han Jiulai came to smooth things over and accepted one third of the money. The rest was stored in the temple until Yuan Ben came of age, and then handed over to him.
"Little old man, I wish you complete merits and deeds, and may you become an immortal or a god..."
The old temple wished him a thousand thanks, leaving the reluctant boy Yuan Ben behind, and left alone. With nothing to worry about, his steps became much more brisk.
"Brothers, please hurry up and finish the work quickly. Mr. Yu will invite us to have a meal at Xianrenju!"
Han Jiu greeted.
"Okay!"
Five big men, shirtless, lifted up the statue and cleaned it quickly. When the sky was about to darken, the front and back were completely new.
Yang Prison would never break his promise and asked Han Jiu to lead a few people to Xianren Residence for a drink.
Yuan Ben, who was silent and silent, followed Yang Yu step by step, without saying a word until the latter sent him back to the side room.
He doesn't cry, make noises, or talk, and is very quiet, unlike a child of his age.
"call!"
After closing the temple door, Yang Yu was walking in the courtyard. Under the bare old tree, there was a faceless statue of the spiritual official.
"Buddhist Wei Tuo and Taoist Wang Lingguan. In ancient times, the two most famous protector gods in the Tianhai Realm..."
Yang Yu suddenly spoke.
"Quack!"
Inside the sleeve robe, the three-legged little golden toad jumped out again. Looking at the faceless statue, tears squeezed out of his small eyes:
"No, no. There is no Wang Lingguan in this world anymore. If there is again, it won't be him, it won't be him..."
The little toad howled loudly and was very sad. This time, it was not forgetful and did not accept the spirit-absorbing talisman handed over by Yang Yu.
After a long while, he sobbed and said:
"When the great calamity comes, the protector gods will die first, Wei Tuo, King Kong, the Spiritual Official, the King of Heaven... He must go to die, he must go..."
Yang Yu was already very bad at comforting people. Comforting a magic weapon was indeed a bit out of line. After thinking about it, he asked:
"If he didn't go, would he be able to live?"
"Quack!"
The crying stopped suddenly, and after a moment of pause, the little toad cried even louder:
"Tao Zun is dead, he, he must be dead too..."
"..."
At this time, Yang Yu was too lazy to persuade him any more. He took a few steps forward, suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed a ball of gray mist from behind the statue of Lingguan.
"Yeah~"
The sharp and harsh cry overwhelmed the cry of the little toad. The latter was in a daze at first, and then became furious:
"You little brat, how dare you insult the spiritual officer?!"
The three-legged golden toad rushed forward angrily, intending to smash the mist gathered by these imps, but did not want to be pointed to the ground by Yang Yuyi.
"you!"
The little toad was furious.
"Have you forgotten the couplet in front of Lingguan Temple?"
Yang Yu's casual words made the little toad freeze, and he opened his palms. In the mist, there was a little devil about a foot long with a bellyband.
"This kid doesn't want to bully the spiritual official, but except for this temple, there is nowhere to go in the city..."
Yang Prison said.
When he came to this world, he actually saw very few ghosts.
In Xishan City, the spiritual energy is too strong, and there are formations, people die and their souls are destroyed, and there are few surviving souls.
The reason why this little ghost came here must be because of the devout prayers of the Lingguan believers, and the aura of this temple can tolerate ghosts.
If it had been anything else that couldn't be accommodated, I'm afraid it would have been wiped out in ashes immediately.
Incense itself has power, and it is very cruel to the soul and body.
"Tell me, how did you get here?"
Yang Yu asked softly.
The moment I caught this kid, there were faint fluctuations in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, but this didn't seem to be a doom...
When practicing martial arts, when the profound entrance is opened, you can already detect misfortunes and blessings from the shadows, and this perception has become more keen and clear after he became a martial artist and completed the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques.
At this moment, he seems to have noticed something that is beneficial to him in this kid...
"Wow~"
This kid seemed to be frightened and cried out of breath:
"Mom, I'm afraid, it hurts, I'm afraid..."
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
Yang Yu converged his breath and blood, slowed down his voice, and the invisible aura dispersed, and the little toad's anger immediately dissipated.
It was suddenly a little shocked, not because of this aura that could change emotions, but because of the legendary Kuixing that swallowed ghosts, how could it...
Under the peaceful aura, the little ghost became quiet, and its huddled body gradually relaxed. However, it seemed that it could not speak. It came and went and only called "Mother".
It seems that this is the only obsession...
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Yang Yu softly comforted the kid and gently touched his eyebrows with his fingers:
"Tell me, how did you get here..."
Buzz!
The moment it touched the little ghost's eyebrows, Yang Yu had already half-closed his eyes. He concentrated and followed the subtle fluctuations.
A scene seemed to unfold before his eyes.
It was a simple house, not big, but there lived a family of four, a drunken father, and an old woman holding her child in front of the desk and praying devoutly:
"Ling Guan bless, bless my grandson, bless my grandson..."
"Worship the god, give me the doll..."
The young woman snatched the child from the old woman's hand, pushed the door open, and handed the child to the stern middle-aged man:
"Baby, be good, baby, you are lucky to be able to serve Long Zi. Don't cry, don't cry..."
"The family of the good believer Lin Da once again enshrined a soul boy, and gave him three taels of gold, ten taels of silver, twenty stones each of rice and flour, and a hundred catties of meat..."
"Lin Da, you are very good. If there are more rewards next year, the rewards will only be more..."
"Your Majesty, walk slowly, walk slowly..."
"Haha, so many, much more than the previous times..."
"Lingguan, save my grandson..."
The intermittent sounds were transmitted through the ghost's soul.
"mother……"
boom!
The picture blurred for a moment, as if the scene was changing, and then, the picture began to fluctuate violently.
"Mom, it hurts..."
In a state of extreme fear, the sound of cheers and loud laughter followed:
"It's delicious! Of all the ingredients, this one is the most delicious! No, your cooking skills are unparalleled, the best in the world..."
"Hahaha!"
Hmm... I guess there won't be a third chapter. I'm going to feel dizzy when I write it, and it's hard to stand it...