Chapter 142: Revisiting the old place, Guan Gong's sword appears
142 Revisiting the old place, Guan Gong's sword shows its power
The five holes on the roof were left by Di Zong. After the so-called process of conferring the title by the City God was completed, the five old Taoists came out collectively and returned to the house again.
Without giving the master and disciple a chance to see each other off, soon after the door was closed, they pushed aside the tiles and left Ping'an Temple one after another.
He didn't leave any words when he left, just asking Gao Yuan and An Wensheng to take care of themselves in the future.
By the time An Wensheng and his men had re-laid the tiles on the roof, the second watch was almost over.
"Are you satisfied now?"
After coming down from the roof, An Wensheng first asked Gao Yuan. Facing the ghost messengers in the yard waiting for his words, An Wensheng couldn't think of what to say for a while.
On the first day of becoming the City God, the first time he summoned the ghost messengers was to help the old Taoist priest lay the roof. During the process, he had to return to the work several times because he was not satisfied.
After going through so much trouble, I now feel that I need to establish my authority in a serious manner.
Just by standing still, he could give instructions to himself on the rooftop many times.
This old Taoist has very sharp eyes.
You have to accept it.
"Thank you for your hard work."
After An Wensheng and his party came down from the roof one after another, they stared with their eyes wide open as if looking for flaws but found none. Xiang Jiannan saw the master nodded.
Tonight's time was divided into two parts, with the five old Taoist priests taking up half, and then the master.
The ghost officials in the yard were all bored of waiting, and as An Wensheng came down from the roof, the eagerness in their eyes was rekindled.
There was no problem with the City God's job, but the old Taoist priest under the house was too difficult to serve. It wasted their time and made them feel restricted.
"When are we going to leave for Shou County? The City God Temple there can't be without an owner for too long."
This one sentence expressed what part of the ghost's mind was thinking. The bearded ghost standing next to An Wensheng praised him in his heart. He finally got what he had been thinking about.
The sooner the City God of the prefecture goes to Shouxian County, the sooner he can feel at ease. If possible, it would be best to do it tonight.
In a few days, a document will be sent down from the imperial court, and the city god will have to go and receive it in person.
Then there is the seating arrangement that needs to be done, and with all these things added up, time is actually a bit tight.
"Why go to Shou County? I am not interested in the City God Temple there. I prefer Ping'an Town."
After Gao Yuan finished speaking, his tone was contemptuous. Facing the uproar of the ghost officials in the courtyard, An Wensheng slowly pointed his finger to the north:
"I want to reopen my previous shelter, and I came here today to ask Master Gao for help."
The place of residence, the former city god temple? The north? The dense forest! Following the direction pointed by An Wensheng, he quickly recalled a few key words. The emotions that An Wensheng inadvertently revealed on the day when the dense forest was burned flashed through his mind. Xiang Jiannan just guessed in his heart.
The original City God Temple couldn't be in the dense forest, right? Judging from the information currently provided by An Wensheng, this is indeed possible.
I feel I need to think twice before saying that I will not take up the post in the City God Temple in the capital county.
What kind of city god is it to stay in Ping'an Town? Didn't you feel sad before? Why is it that now that the opportunity is in front of you, you are unwilling to leave the town?
"No, Lord City God."
Gao Yuan hadn't said anything yet, he really couldn't bear it any longer. When the ghost officials were whispering to each other, the bearded ghost official was the first to lose his temper.
The location of the City God Temple in the prefecture is very particular. Why is the City God Temple in the capital county abandoned? What is the new City God thinking?
From what he said, he wants to stay in this Ping'an Town. Isn't this just asking for trouble?
Is there any better place in this prefecture than Shou County? There are incense burning all day long, and the four gates are wide open with people coming to worship in an endless stream.
It is indeed the first choice for spiritual practice.
Move the City God Temple to Ping'an Town? Based on my many years of experience, the end result will probably be tragic.
All the people in the surrounding area, how many times can they be happy at best? "This City God hasn't decided on a seat yet, why are you standing there in such a hurry?"
With that, the bearded ghost dared not say anything more. He just looked at Gao Yu'an. An Wensheng's eyes were still very sure: "In the future, I will continue to practice with the old Taoist priest to repay his kindness in saving me."
Although the words were emotional, they only made the ghost officials in the hospital more confused about the situation.
Practicing together? What kind of status does this old Taoist priest from Ping An Temple have? He could actually make the City God so determined.
"I think you want to avenge the robbery of incense sticks that year. Don't play tricks in front of the old Taoist."
Xiang Jiannan thought that the master would also object. After waiting for a long time, he did not expect that the old Taoist priest would suddenly say this. He turned his head to look at An Wensheng and saw that he had no emotion at all. He had to express his admiration for these two great gods.
The bright moon shines on the ditch, you two are so awesome!
It's really a dense forest.
The discussion in the courtyard did not take long, and in the end everyone agreed with An Wensheng's idea, so Xiang Jiannan had to follow his master and leave Ping'an Temple.
An Wensheng's work on the roof was not in vain, and he then asked the master and his disciple to go to the dense forest together.
The work of restoring the City God Temple to the light of day requires the help of two Taoist priests, which is more urgent than repairing the roof of Ping An Temple.
"I am not worried that you will steal the incense from my temple. You little brat are just being reckless."
The two of them wandered in the dense forest for a long time, the soles of their shoes were covered with ashes. Xiang Jiannan carried the Guan Gong sword and listened to his master and An Wensheng chattering along the way.
It's endless. It's already this time and you still have the mood to discuss this kind of problem. Even though the old Taoist priest says he doesn't care, he must be very worried in his heart.
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He didn't believe that An Wensheng insisted on choosing this place for the City God Temple because of the reason his master said. A City God couldn't be so stupid.
Most of the ghost officials around him had opinions but did not dare to say much, especially the bearded ghost official, whose expression became very gloomy after arriving at the dense forest.
Having been accustomed to the prosperity of the capital county, how can I tolerate this barren land in front of me? I think I will have to stay here for many more years.
The fire burned everything clean, and the once lush forest was now reduced to a layer of ash beneath your feet.
Where is the City God Temple where An Wensheng originally worked? Hasn’t it already been ruined and disappeared into the dust?
“It’s right here.”
Soon he found himself in a pile of scorched stones. It looked like he had retrieved some memories, but in Xiang Jiannan's eyes, there was nothing. An Wensheng leaned over with a face full of nostalgia: "Master, do you still remember this place? That winter, I started from here to find you to argue."
"That's nonsense. When I first met you, your temple should have collapsed long ago! In the middle of the night, are you a human or a ghost fooling around?"
"So what if it collapsed? Why can't I come over to take a look?"
His expression was interrupted again, and he was embarrassed again in front of the ghost officials. An Wensheng retorted:
“Although the temple has collapsed, the plaque is still there!”
"For many years, I, An Wensheng, have been waiting for this day. Today, I will open your eyes..."
After saying that, he pointed his hand to the ground, blew away the ashes on the ground, and a bluestone slab emerged from the ground.
It is about the same size as an ordinary stone tablet, with three big characters "City God Temple" engraved on it.
"The plaque couldn't stand the wind and rain, so I copied it on a stone slab and buried it deep underground until now."
As if he was proud of his own wit and wanted his ghost officers to see more clearly, An Wensheng moved away while speaking.
This bluestone slab was not affected by the previous fire. On the day the Ghost King was executed, it only cut off some unnecessary thoughts.
when.
Just as the ghost officials were staring at the bluestone slab, wondering what there was to see, Xiang Jiannan, who was standing nearby, suddenly felt that the Guan Gong sword in his hand was out of control.
His arm automatically chopped towards the bluestone slab, shocking all the people and ghosts present so much that they couldn't react for a long time.
Then it began to crack, and the stone slab that An Wensheng was so proud of was split in half in full view of everyone.
"Forget the past and start a new beginning."
He turned his head to look at An Wensheng, not knowing how to explain. He didn't know what had suddenly happened to the Guan Gong sword in his hand. Xiang Jiannan remained calm in panic.
Previously, An Wensheng asked him why he brought the Guan Gong sword with him, and his answer was that he wanted to take it back to its old place.
Now, I just arrived at my old place and I accidentally chopped down my own people’s signboard...
I just hope that what I just said can satisfy the Lord of the City God, and at least give him some face. Tomorrow, I, Xiang Jiannan, will not care about the cost, choose the best materials, and pay for you to carve a new one...
(End of this chapter)