"Come, drink!" The ghost messenger grabbed a piece of fat in his left hand and held a bowl of turbid wine in his right hand, and shouted at Fang Jian drunkenly.
Fang Jian placed a chicken leg in front of Ghost Officer Liu and poured him a bowl of wine, saying, "Old Liu, drink too."
Ghost Messenger Liu staggered from side to side, staggered, and picked up the wine bowl and clinked it with Fang Jian and Ghost Messenger Hou, then the three of them drank it all in one gulp.
"Alas!" The ghost messenger drank a bowl of wine and felt a little drunk again. He sighed and said to Fang Jian, "Tu...Tudigong, you...you are also a ninth-rank immortal official. And me, Lao Liu and I are also ninth-rank immortal officials. But why is there such a big difference between us?"
Fang Jian could hold his liquor better, so he wasn't as drunk as the two ghost messengers. Upon hearing this, he asked, "Huh? What's the difference?"
The ghost messenger said dissatisfiedly, "Look, we're all... uh... we're all ninth-rank immortal officials, but you, the Earth God, have temples and shrines, overseeing the entire county... the entire county's living records. Every year and every festival, people offer you delicious food and drink. But us ghost messengers, we go around every day, catching souls and ghosts. We have no fixed place to go, and we live on wind and dew. If we're unlucky and get killed by those big demons, then... we're killed."
Upon hearing this, Ghost Messenger Liu perked up and immediately said, "Old Hou is right... He's right. Alas, when compared to humans, humans will die; when compared to gods, gods will... cry."
As they spoke, Ghost Officers Liu and Hou actually held their heads and cried. For a moment, the entire three-meter-high abode was filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.
When Fang Jian saw the two of them crying again, he quickly collected the wine around them, leaving only the meat and vegetables.
These wine and meat were usually offered by the common people and were preserved in the monastery by Fang Jian using his magic power. The ghost messengers Hou and Liu often came to extort money from them. Such a situation had happened countless times in the past two years.
"It's all difficult, all difficult." Fang Jian began to comfort the two ghost officials, and then kept serving them meat and vegetables.
Ghost Messenger Liu and Ghost Messenger Hou cried for a while, then grabbed the meat in front of them and started chewing it.
In fact, whether it is ghosts or immortals, they only need to enjoy incense and offerings on weekdays. There is no point in eating these mundane foods.
However, 90% of the immortals and gods still have some appetites, and often come down to earth to eat some delicacies from the mountains and seas to satisfy their appetites.
After eating these foods, they will be refined into their original form by magic power and dissipated between heaven and earth. They are neither good nor bad for the bodies of immortals.
"But you, the God of Land, are really good. I'm afraid that in these four continents and ten continents and three islands, only the God of Land in Yangxia County is as benevolent as you." Ghost Messenger Liu reached out and patted Fang Jian's shoulder and said.
Fang Jian was slightly surprised and asked, "What do you mean?"
Ghost Messenger Liu Dao said, "Those of us who serve as ghost messengers may be ninth-rank immortal officials, but to be honest, we are just errand boys in the underworld. If we were to come and eat and drink for free every day like this, the land gods in other places would probably be full of complaints."
Fang Jian heard this and said, "No way? It's just some food, what's the impact?"
The ghost messenger Hou said: "It's not easy for everyone. The Earth God only offers richer offerings during festivals, but usually he only eats simple meals. We have been ghost messengers for decades and have dealt with countless land gods. It's only you, brother, who is kind..."
Ghost Messenger Liu Ye said, "Yes, I...I can guarantee that Brother Fang is definitely not an ordinary person. He will definitely soar to the sky in the future."
After saying that, Ghost Officer Liu put his arm around Fang Jian's shoulders and stammered, "Gou... Gou... Gou..."
Fang Jian's face darkened. He had just said I wasn't a fish in a pond, and now he was calling me a dog? So he opened his mouth to remind him, "Old Liu, I'm not a dog."
Ghost Messenger Liu shook his head, held his breath for a moment, and then said again: "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"
...
Fang Jian watched as the ghost messengers Hou and Liu staggered into the Yellow Springs Road. After their figures disappeared and the Yellow Springs Road was closed, they returned.
At this time, a breeze blew from the mountains, carrying with it the fragrance of flowers, which made people intoxicated.
But Fang Jian felt something was wrong. He turned his head suddenly and saw a person standing under a big green pine tree in front of his land temple.
To be precise, a woman.
She was tall and wore a light green flowered dress. The long green Bixia skirt reached her ankles, and she wore a pair of plain cloud-shaped boots on her feet.
Looking at her again, her face was as delicate as water, her eyes were as clear as the moon, her long hair was tied into a fairy bun, and she wore flowers and jade in her hair, with colorful tassels swaying.
There were two strands of long black hair hanging down from her temples, sticking tightly to the clothes that bulged out on her chest.
She just looked at Fang Jian, with a hint of doubt in her clear eyes.
Fang Jian also looked at her. He vaguely felt that this woman's aura was a little different, so he thought to himself: "Xiaohong, let's take a look at her cultivation level."
A purple light flashed from Fang Jian's soul, and then swept across the woman, but the woman didn't notice it at all.
"True Immortal Fruit." Hongmeng Editor gave the answer.
Fang Jian sucked in a breath of cold air, and the slight drunkenness he had felt instantly turned into cold sweat and evaporated.
It has been two years since he came to the Jambu World, and this is the first time he has seen someone who has truly attained enlightenment and become an immortal.
Fang Jian immediately cupped his hands and bowed to the woman, saying, "Fang Jian, the land god of Yangxia County, greets the Immortal."
The woman frowned and asked, "Are you the land god of Yangxia County?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes."
Even though he had the King of Thailand's Qi Brick as a foundation, he couldn't possibly offend an immortal who had obtained the True Immortal Fruit for no reason. After all, once he obtained the fruit, he could comprehend the supernatural powers.
The woman's brows relaxed, and she looked at Fang Jian and said, "I am Cen Biqing, a Taoist priest, and I am cultivating in the Qingfeng Cave on Yinrong Mountain in Dingjun Prefecture, Zizheng Kingdom, Dongsheng Shenzhou."
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