Chapter 95 Officials of the Former Dynasty

095 Officials of the Former Dynasty

Another City God?

As the middle-aged man in front of him who called himself An Wensheng finished his introduction, Xiang Jiannan suddenly felt a headache.

I've never heard of the City God in this local area. I guess this guy is the helper hired by the master. Except for the fact that he looks unreliable, everything else about him is okay.

"You are polite."

Xiang Jiannan and An Wensheng didn't say much as they continued to clean up the "remnants" of their master.

It can be seen at first glance that An Wensheng is a person who does not care about trivial matters. I will chat with him for a few more minutes after the master calms down.

Did he break the master's clay statue? After seeing An Wensheng's smile, the anger in his heart disappeared by more than half, which was very strange.

"Master, don't get angry first."

After greeting Xiang Jiannan, An Wensheng immediately took remedial measures. He stretched out his right hand and pointed into the incense hall. The fragments that were originally scattered on the ground began to gather together automatically. Xiang Jiannan didn't know how to respond when he stood up. He felt that the fragments in his hand seemed to be out of control.

Then there was a loud bang and everything dispersed, shocking Gao Yuan and making his face even uglier.

"What should we do next?"

As the incense hall returned to its original state, Xiang Jiannan saw many beads of sweat oozing out from the brim of An Wensheng's hat. Gathering the fragments seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy, and he looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

There is both the embarrassment of failed action and the feeling of weakness caused by physical exhaustion.

"I never thought I would offend my master. I hope you will forgive me."

Feeling very embarrassed to be stared at by Gao Yu'an, An Wensheng immediately bowed towards the incense hall and kowtowed solemnly several times, and his complexion gradually improved.

"Our master is a stubborn person. Doesn't he know that ignorance is not a sin?"

Deserve it! Seeing An Wensheng stand up and say this, Xiang Jiannan felt that this City God was too bold. He dared to say in front of his master that his master was stubborn. He had never been beaten by Gao Yu An, right?

I was waiting to see the excitement between the two people outside the door, but I saw the master just spat and then suppressed all his anger.

He was really spitting at An Wensheng, using all his strength, and the saliva he spat out was disgusting to look at.

"The power of the tongue!"

"That's what the old Taoist said!"

An Wensheng dodged Gao Yu'an's attack with his illusory body and laughed out loud again. Gao Yu'an's saliva seemed to represent the end of the matter, which made Xiang Jiannan who was in the incense hall feel a little disappointed.

Such a big thing, but the master forgave him just by spitting? Although he was not a troublemaker, after being scattered again, the fragments lying in the incense hall seemed to have become smaller.

Poor master, his disciples are too easy to talk to.

"Did the City God really agree?"

After cleaning up the incense hall, Xiang Jiannan hurried to the backyard. He saw that his master and An Wensheng were already sitting under the eaves, sipping tea. The stone table in the yard had been pulled to the edge of the eaves, and the fragrance of tea could be smelled from a long distance away.

I had no idea when Ping'an Town had a new City God.

"Fifth level cultivation is not a difficult task for an old Taoist like me."

Indicating Xiang Jiannan to sit down and listen, Gao Yuan chewed the tea leaves in his mouth while speaking:

"If the Chen family's son passes high school, it will be fine. If not, then it will just keep dragging on."

"Just as I thought."

Seeing Gao Yuan seemed to have understood his plan long ago, An Wensheng praised him generously:

"I have seen Master Gao's methods. If you disagree, no one can take anything from you."

"This skill of playing dirty is probably unique in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It can be described as shameless and invulnerable."

What a lewd word.

Seeing that his master's expression remained the same after listening to An Wensheng's words, Xiang Jiannan became more curious about his identity.

The master does not have this attitude towards the City God. Where did this An Wensheng come from? Judging from what he said, if it were someone else, he would have been kicked out of Ping'an Temple by the master long ago.

When people say he is the City God, I really can't believe it. He doesn't look like a City God at all.

"Are you really the City God of our place?"

While the two of them raised their hands to drink tea, Xiang Jiannan couldn't help but speak from the side. He didn't know whether the City God had a superior-subordinate relationship, but it sounded like they were on the same level.

"Why do you ask that, young Taoist priest?"

Hearing Xiang Jiannan questioning his identity, An Wensheng didn't care much:

"I am naturally the City God here. I was quite famous in the early years."

"Do we have a City God Temple here?"

Seeing An Wensheng's sighing expression, as if he was a hero who did not mention his past achievements, Xiang Jiannan asked again.

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The only officially authorized place around here is the Ping An Temple. They say they are the City God, but what about your temple? You can't be a wandering ghost, like a ghost who has never been heard of.

“It was there a few years ago, but now it has collapsed.”

As if Xiang Jiannan had touched a sore spot, An Wensheng couldn't bear to bring up the past: "That's when your master and I met. It's a long story..."

“It collapsed.”

This City God is in a really miserable situation. Knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, Xiang Jiannan sighed and hurried to get the cup. Can a City God without a temple still be called a City God? Isn't their cultivation supported by incense and offerings?

The master said that the City God is nothing without the incense and offerings. If time goes on, he will even have difficulty protecting himself. An Wensheng looks a little weak, but he is not as imagined.

Could it be that the incense was too strong in the past, causing him to accumulate a lot of cultivation to consume? Thinking about it doesn't make sense.

"It collapsed in the second year after your Taoist temple was built."

Putting down the porcelain cup and looking at Xiang Jiannan, An Wensheng said helplessly:

"The popularity of my temple was not good in those years, and it became even worse after your master came and messed it up. I even came to the temple to ask for an explanation for this matter. Later, haha."

Giving Gao Youan a meaningful look, An Wensheng's words finally made him feel a little impatient. He didn't expect the other party to bring up the old matter again, so he immediately cleared his throat: "You are a city god from the previous dynasty. You are lucky to have survived until today. Don't be ungrateful."

"What happened to the previous dynasty? After the new emperor took the throne, I was also conferred a title."

An Wensheng tried his best to correct Gao Yuan's words, as if he was afraid that Xiang Jiannan would misunderstand him:

"The new emperor did confer a title on me after he ascended the throne, but something went wrong when the decree was passed down to the lower levels. Your sect was also implicated, so why are you blaming me?"

"It's better not to talk about the past."

"Over the years, I have continuously passed on the incense from the temple to you, which is worthy of the words left by my master."

"I called you here today for nothing else."

Suddenly he smiled at An Wensheng. It was obvious that Gao Youan had no good intentions. After two sips of tea, his tone became strange for some reason: "The position of the City God should have been yours. How about you work with me to get it back? When will you stop hiding like this?"

After saying this, An Wensheng coughed a few times, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he soon returned to normal.

"It's good to have a disciple, Taoist priest, do you know what you are doing?"

Xiang Jiannan, who was listening at the side, didn't dare to interrupt. He looked at the two of them and suddenly shuddered.

These two, are they planning a rebellion? As they chatted, they suddenly became different people.

(End of this chapter)