Chapter 482: I have to be busy too, offering sacrifices to the gods!
The City God is the local deity in charge of yin and yang, and is responsible for leading ghosts into the underworld.
The little ghost was ordered to take souls away, this is male.
However, refugees who died in a foreign land were not from their original place of origin. They left their hometown and died in a foreign place. Even if the underworld summoned their souls or the ghost messengers extradited them, they would have to go through several procedures.
In today's world, the priests of the underworld are already overwhelmed and do not have enough manpower to verify each one one by one, so everything has to be handled through the local city god.
Where the ghosts go after this trip depends entirely on the City God's purpose.
The Immortal Jin Ting was very sensitive to these things. With just a rough calculation, even without borrowing the Yue Mansion's longevity register for verification, he could tell that the City God had taken down quite a few ghosts.
In fact, Jin Ting Daxian should not have doubted a local god like this, but since he made his fortune in Wuning County, few of the city gods he met along the way were trustworthy.
These gods who were too deeply involved in the rise and fall of dynasties could hardly avoid developing various kinds of disloyalty as the dynasties declined. Whether it was to maintain the rule of the old master or to defect to the new master, they could not avoid interfering with the operation of the dynasty through Shintoism.
Shinto is a public property and cannot be used for personal purposes.
Cai Leiguan was used to Jin Ting Daxian's riddles, so he was too lazy to pay attention to these complicated things, especially those that had nothing to do with him.
The evil spirit went through villages and countryside.
The souls of those who died in the disaster were driven to various counties and eventually gathered in Gusu.
A gust of cold wind blew, which made people feel scared.
"Dad, I'm hungry." The child's voice rang out in the room.
It was a dark day, but the family couldn't sleep.
I wanted to sleep, but I was too hungry to sleep.
The man said impatiently: "Go to sleep, you won't be hungry when you sleep."
"Oh." The child turned over, closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but he was drowsy and felt cold.
Then he called out vaguely, "Dad, I'm cold."
It's no longer cold at this time of year.
The man didn't say anything. People don't want to talk when they are hungry.
But his wife woke up in shock and reached out to touch the boy's forehead. As soon as she touched it, she felt the palm of her hand was burning hot.
"Master, the child has a fever."
The man sat up suddenly, groping in the dark, unable to see clearly what was in front of him. He reached out to touch the child's head and found it was indeed hot.
The woman's face was filled with sorrow, and she wanted to cry but had no tears. She asked, "What should I do? What should I do?"
The man was already getting dressed and said, "I'll go get Mrs. Wang. Please light the stove and make some rice soup for the child."
The woman groped her way into the kitchen and started to light a fire to cook rice soup.
It was dark in the second half of the night, and there was a waning moon. The man ran towards Wang Po's house in the dark. He couldn't see the road clearly, so he fell and broke his arm. He limped to Wang Po's house and started knocking on the door.
Mrs. Wang listened to the noise and cursed, "What are you doing so late at night?"
The old woman's voice was very loud, but not very pleasant, like the meow of a wild cat.
The man smiled apologetically and said, "My child has a fever. Please ask the mother-in-law to go and take a look."
Mrs. Wang cursed obscenely as she got up from the bed, opened the door, glared at the man, and said, "Why don't you lead the way!"
The man's legs felt weak. Wang Po's eyes seemed to glow in the night, but he suspected that he was seeing things.
The man hurried back with Wang Po. Wang Po walked even faster than him and avoided all obstacles with the help of a little moonlight.
The man asked, "Fairy, can you see?"
"That's nothing strange," said Mrs. Wang. "If you eat more meat, you'll be able to see clearly."
Who can afford meat these days? Brown rice mixed with bran is not enough to eat, so how can we afford meat?
Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. Wang laughed and said, "You can't afford it, but I can."
The woman was not young either, but she seemed stronger than the man.
The man said, "You have great magical powers and are blessed by the immortals. We don't have this blessing."
In times of peace, this would not be a blessing.
But this time, it is a blessing.
When Mrs. Wang entered the house, she took one look at the child trembling on the bed and said, "He's been possessed by an evil spirit."
The man became nervous and asked, "How could he be possessed? He didn't even leave the house?"
Mrs. Wang said, "The soul-catcher passed through our village last night. Your boy is weak and his soul was frightened."
The man begged, "Please help me, Fairy."
Mrs. Wang was a native of this profession, so of course she didn't refuse. She poured a bowl of water, banged on it, and chanted an incantation: "I respectfully invite the Great God of the Five Powers to respond, and the Holy Mother to bless you, and call back your soul to live with you. Disciple Wang Chunhua sincerely bows to you, sincerely bows to you."
She also asked the man to follow her and call the child's name, walk around outside the house, and then hold water to feed the child.
Sure enough, the child soon calmed down.
Mrs. Wang said, "It's okay now, but your child's soul is unstable and he will be easily possessed by evil spirits in the future. You need to get a tablet of the deity and worship it at home to protect him."
The man asked, "What god are you praying to?"
"Please ask the Five-Power God," said Mrs. Wang.
"The Great God of Wutong is very powerful. If you pray for wealth, you will get wealth. If you pray for luck, you will get luck. You will know if you devote yourself to worshipping him."
The man thanked Wang Po profusely, took out the few copper coins he had in his house, and asked her to keep the tablet of the Five Gods before sending her away.
After all this trouble, it was dawn.
The man enshrined the tablet at home. He had no money to offer incense, so he could only offer a bowl of rice soup.
He bowed and prayed, "Wutong Shen bless my son to be safe and help me earn money to support my family."
As he bowed, a gust of wind flew out of the house, turned into energy that could not be seen by the naked eye, and flew to the mountain above.
Jin Ting Daxian looked at the child at the door and saw that he was fine, but when this man bowed, he had blessed away his own bad luck.
No wonder he practiced in Shenjing Palace for many days without being disturbed by anyone from Shangfang Mountain.
It turned out that Wutongshen was busy and couldn't take care of him.
Their moneylending business was prospering. When someone couldn't make ends meet, they could buy their entire future for just a liter of rice. From then on, they could only offer sacrifices to the Five Gods, and neither their yin virtue nor their yang luck would be theirs. With proper offerings and sacrifices, their deeds were more effective than written words.
Compared to the truly poor people, this family is already considered lucky.
After visiting this family, the Great Immortal Jin Ting wandered aimlessly through the rural villages of Wu Commandery.
Watch the refugees struggling to survive and the people struggling.
Life is so difficult, and death should be peaceful, but it is even more difficult.
Cai Leiguan didn't know what Jin Ting Daxian was going to do, so he just followed him outside for seven days.
During these seven days, Jin Ting Daxian knew that everyone was very busy.
The King of Wu was busy, busy with disaster relief to prevent his plans from being ruined, busy with gaining fame and making plans for the future.
The City God is busy, busy collecting souls, busy hiding the souls of those who died in foreign lands for his own use.
Wutongshen was also busy, busy lending money and busy developing faith.
The King of Wu became more powerful, the divine light of the City God Temple became more dazzling, and the destiny of Shangfang Mountain became more profound.
Only the Immortal Jin Ting sneered. Everyone was so busy, so how could he be idle?
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