Chapter 111: Li Changsheng's Love Story, Composer Erdaye



Yucheng City God Temple.

The white smoke is dense, the pilgrims are like flowing water, and countless incense sticks float into the air, protecting the lights of thousands of homes.

People of all kinds kneel before the statue of the City God, kowtow and bow three times, praying for peace, exorcism, or career... The City God is basically an omnipotent god, and people can worship him for anything, but he himself is not omnipotent.

What the City God can do is probably to protect the people from being disturbed by evil spirits. They cannot and should not control the reality of the world.

Being separated by the Yin and Yang, the most taboo thing for the City God is to interfere with the mundane world. In the worst case, he will be expelled from the underworld, his cultivation will be greatly damaged and he will become a wandering ghost. In the worst case, he will be seriously injured. Even if he knows that this person is an unforgivable murderer, the City God cannot take action.

Of course, nothing is absolute. There is one situation where the City God's intervention in the Yang world will be least affected. That is karma. For example, if someone insults or damages the statue of God, the City God can take action to punish them.

Yuchenghuang Temple and Luoshi are both Suguang. The two places were originally subordinate to each other, but later they were separated as they developed.

The Jade City God Temple is much larger than the Luo City Temple. In addition to the statue of the City God, it also has positions for various official positions, making it equivalent to an ancient government office.

Outside the City God Temple, away from the surging crowd, a young man in his twenties stood outside, looking at the City God Temple from afar.

His clothes were very strange, even a little scary, a white shroud and holding a national flag in his hand.

“…Am I really dead?”

The young man's face was full of confusion, his memory stopped at the moment of arresting the criminal. He seemed to be shot, and then he remembered nothing.

When he woke up again, he came here. A voice in his heart told him not to leave and to stand here and wait.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Suddenly, he heard a voice in his ear. The young man subconsciously turned his head and saw an ordinary Taoist priest wearing a simple Taoist robe.

He didn't answer right away, but looked around to make sure there was no one nearby, then asked tentatively, "Master, can you see me?"

Although he couldn't figure out the current situation, he was certain that he was now a dead man. People around him couldn't see him, touch him, or hear him.

I feel like I have become a ghost bound to the earth and can only stay near the City God Temple.

Li Yi nodded slightly and said, "Is there anyone else here besides you? Are you a hero?"

The young man in front of him only had a soul body, his three souls and seven spirits were incomplete, but not broken. In this case, he was either a ghost or a ghost messenger, and his three souls and six spirits entered the underworld.

A closer look reveals that he is full of righteousness, without any negative energy, so he is obviously the latter.

Li Yi had heard from the Internet that the government had placed heroes and martyrs in the City God Temple for worship, and even promulgated relevant laws and made a similar list. This naturally won great praise from all walks of life and indirectly increased the incense of the City God Temple.

It is a tradition in China for heroes to be venerated by later generations.

The gods of China were not born naturally; many of the gods in temples were originally human beings.

The best strategy is to let the heroes become ghost messengers.

Li Yi usually doesn't ask about the issues in the underworld, but he is still quite curious about this model.

"What's your name?"

The Taoist's words seemed to contain some kind of power, as if they were the will of God. The inexplicable power in his body instantly succumbed to him, along with himself.

The young man was unable to resist at all. He instinctively stood up, raised his hand to salute, and answered with his head held high: "Report! Yang Anmin!"

"Anmin? Not a bad name."

Li Yi nodded slightly and asked again: "You are a hero, right?"

"I was probably shot and killed while on a mission, so probably." Yang Anmin answered uncertainly. He only confirmed that he was dead not long ago.

"Master, do you know what's going on? Can you help me understand?"

Li Yi said: "Have you heard of the incense offerings for heroes? It is a bill promoted by the government last month. All those who are rated as heroes are eligible to enter the City Emperor Temple. You should be rated as a hero now, and you can enjoy the incense offerings. You should be able to live another hundred years."

Becoming a ghost messenger does not mean immortality, the soul also has a lifespan. Normally, the lifespan of the soul is about the same as that of the body, and the same is true for monks. A ghost messenger can live longer if he enjoys incense. An ordinary ghost messenger lives for thirty years, an official can stay at home for decades, and a city god can live for more than a hundred years.

"Ghosts? Ghosts and gods actually exist..."

Yang Anmin was stunned for a long time. As a person in the system, he knew that there were supernatural powers in the world. He originally thought that they were people with special abilities, but he didn't expect that the City God and the Yincha were actually real.

"Excuse me, Taoist priest, can I still go back to see my family?"

"In principle, it's not allowed, but if you just look at it, I believe the City God will acquiesce."

Li Yi replied that the actual situation depends on the local city gods. Some are stricter and some are more lax. Generally speaking, everyone must abide by the laws of the underworld, but the specific regulations are determined by the city gods themselves.

At worst, he'll mention it later.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for clearing up my doubts." Yang Anmin's heavy mood eased a little. Now his only wish was to see his parents again.

"Would you like to come in and take a look? You will only add to your troubles if you stay here. You can't buy it with money to enjoy incense after death."

Li Yi could see his reluctance. He should have vaguely realized that once he entered the temple, he would be tacitly becoming a ghost messenger and would not be able to have any substantial contact with his parents in the world of the living.

If I run back now, I might be able to see them, but I will also lose the protection of the underworld. This is a reward and choice for those who have made contributions. If you don't care about the incense, it's not impossible to reunite with your relatives.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!

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