Real world·Qingshi.
This is a city emperor temple.
It was a temple that Shen Jian finally found through Ji Haifei's intelligence network.
Although the temple is in ruins, it barely remains intact.
And there are still many people worshiping.
"Prince Cheng, please wish our children to get good grades in the college entrance examination next year."
There was a middle-aged mother kneeling on a futon, holding three incense sticks above her head, and chanting continuously.
"You kid still won't say goodbye."
The middle-aged mother frowned and muttered when she saw her child looking around and occasionally playing with her mobile phone.
"oh."
The high school student responded and bowed politely.
Being influenced by his family since childhood, as a young man of the new era, he did not dare to be disrespectful to ghosts and gods and maintained a sense of awe, but only a little.
This is the attitude of most people towards these gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
Awe, but not awe.
Shen Jian looked at it expressionlessly.
He came here the day after returning to the real world.
He wants to build the City Palace.
The City Emperor Temple can be built slowly, but the City Emperor Temple needs to set coordinates first to open a passage between the Yang world and the underworld.
Shen Jian's heart moved.
The clerical abilities belonging to King Yama began to spread.
It is not difficult for him as Yama to build a palace again.
It’s hard to find a solution to all the injustices in this world.
Shen Jian didn't intend to pay attention to these.
His only goal is supernatural events.
boom!
Along with the spread of the ghostly air, gusts of dark wind blew with the City Emperor Temple as the center.
I was so shocked that when I opened the shop door in the morning, people who came to pay homage to the emperor in the early morning were shouting. They covered their clothes or used their hands to block the oncoming dust and sand.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a gust of evil wind.
In Shen Jian's eyes, it was clearly a piece of Netherworld Yang that hung upside down for nine days and was involved in the city emperor's temple.
In the void, a rippling black portal emerged.
That is the entrance to the City Emperor's Palace.
It is a deeper ghost realm.
Not to mention ordinary people, even ghost controllers who control powerful ghosts have no way to enter this space.
Shen Jian was very satisfied.
He stepped into the City Emperor's Palace.
A few hours later.
He thoroughly improved the facilities of the City Emperor Palace.
Sitting in the seat dedicated to the city emperor, listening to the prayers of pilgrims, a magical method suddenly appeared in my hand.
In the void, words began to emerge.
"Bless my children to get good grades in the college entrance examination."
This is the appeal of the middle-aged mother.
These demands were compiled into a booklet.
"Prayer spectrum."
The booklet is condensed, and the title of the book appears on the cover.
This is one of the magic tricks belonging to the City Emperor.
Before the City Emperor Palace had no owner, Shen Jian was the City Emperor here.
Take charge of the public wishes of Qingshi, large and small.
"I have to arrange for someone to help me sort out these prayers and collect possible supernatural events."
Shen Jian's mind moved, and he thought of the ghost teacher who acted as a supervisor in the eighteenth level of hell.
While thinking.
A fearful prayer reached Shen Jian.
Shen Jian looked over.
On the futon in the Chenghuang Temple, a somewhat mature man with a pale face and trembling body kept sending his deepest prayers to the Chenghuang.
"Prince Cheng, if you really have a spirit, you must protect me from being targeted by those ghosts. I just picked up a marriage certificate on the road out of curiosity, and there are ghosts staring at me. Every day, more and more people are following me. One day is approaching, today is already the third day, and I can feel it, those ghosts are coming tonight."
The man confided.
It was like opening up a taboo topic.
Keep talking about what happened these days.
Until the mood calmed down completely, he left timidly.
Inside the City Emperor's Palace.
Shen Jian spread out his prayer sheet.
A prayer has emerged.
[Chen Songjiang, address: *****, prayer: live. 】
…
Come out from Chenghuang Temple.
Chen Songjiang felt that the pressure all over his body had been relieved.
In the past, he did not believe in Buddha, gods, or ghosts, and thought that worshiping the city emperor was just to calm his mind.
But he was at the end of his rope.
He worshiped all the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
Just want peace of mind.
Three days ago, on his way home, he saw an ancient-style marriage certificate, brightly painted in red.
Out of curiosity, he picked it up.
Only then did he realize that the groom above was actually his name.
They got married three days later.
This scared him badly.
But then I just thought it was a coincidence, the name was the same, and I didn't take it seriously.
But after returning home, something strange happened.
The marriage certificate that he had put back into place actually appeared in his bedroom.
From now on, no matter how he burns it, the marriage certificate will be restored.
The wedding date above is getting closer and closer.
He was being driven crazy.
At half past seven, he returned home exhausted.
Before the key was turned, the door opened.
A woman in an apron opened the door, took a pair of slippers from the side and put them on the floor. Without saying anything, she turned and entered the kitchen.
After being a couple for a long time, unnecessary communication is saved.
After changing his shoes and sitting on the sofa, Chen Songjiang said with difficulty: "Honey, you should go back to your hometown to avoid it."
There was no sound coming from the kitchen.
Just the sound of cooking pots and pans echoing.
It was as if she was expressing her meaning through actions.
Chen Songjiang was a little moved.
What is the meaning of a friend in need, what is the meaning of a husband and wife who are birds of the same forest, he has married a good wife.
He had said similar words several times in the past few days, but his wife remained silent, apparently as if she would live and die with him.
He took out his cell phone.
I looked back at the help post I made a few days ago.
An answer that made his hair stand on end.
"You dare to pick up the marriage certificate on the roadside. You have committed a big taboo."
Chen Songjiang quickly typed for help: "Please give me some advice from an eminent monk."
"That's a marriage certificate for a girl who hates marrying."
"There used to be a saying that a woman who cannot get married at the age of thirty will not be reincarnated after death. In order to get married as soon as possible, the married women will spread the marriage certificate widely. As long as whoever writes their name and sends the marriage certificate, whoever You can become the groom.”
"Of course, there is another theory. The married women already have their hearts set on their own and don't want to get married, but they can't resist their parents' wishes. So they came up with a way to kill all the grooms who sent them the marriage certificate. Die, so no one will dare to marry her."
Seeing this, Chen Songjiang's expression changed drastically.
Because only he knew that it was not a rumor.
He really encountered the marriage certificate of the girl who hated marrying.
No matter which of the above possibilities it was, he would not be happy to accept it.
Is it possible that the bride is a human being who can send such a marriage certificate?
And if it is the second theory, then he is not far from death.
The date on the marriage certificate is today.
Thinking of this, Chen Songjiang turned pale and typed for help: "Master, is there any way to solve it?"
"It's not too late. As long as you don't write your name on it, it doesn't mean you have committed a big taboo. Just put it back where it was."
Chen Songjiang:......
"Have you written it? That's okay. Put the marriage certificate in the merit box and let the girl who hates marriage come to the Buddha. The Buddha will make love with her."
Chen Songjiang:......
This is where the post gets progressively outrageous.
He put down his phone.
At some point, his wife stood behind him and said with a worried look on her face: "Are you okay? I think your face doesn't look right. Do you want to take a rest?"
"Honey, let's go to the temple tomorrow. It's a good time to have a vegetarian meal and talk about food."
The more he thought about it, the more frightened Chen Songjiang became.
If his wife hadn't been here, he wouldn't have even planned to go home tonight.
The more I think about it now, the more hairy I feel.
With a feeling of apprehension, I finished my meal and went to bed early.
Maybe he was too nervous and couldn't sleep.
After a while, he noticed a strange noise coming from the house.
It sizzled, a bit like fingernails scratching on a wooden door.
It's a bit like grinding your teeth.
"Gulu." Chen Songjiang got up and patted the quilt next to him in shock, "Wife, wake up, did you hear anything? Wife? Wife, old..."
In the middle of shouting, he suddenly froze on the spot.
"I'm single, where did I get a wife?!"
At this moment, he felt that his blood was running cold.
A cold air reached Tianling Gai from the soles of his feet, and waves of aversion to coldness surged into his heart.
Because not long ago, he was eating, chatting, and sleeping with a woman. The other woman comforted him and told him not to worry too much and that he would be fine if he had a good sleep.
The warm picture seemed strange and permeating at this moment.
Don't worry, Gil. Of course you don't.
Chen Songjiang was horrified.
I have been single for more than thirty years and have always lived alone. When did a woman appear in my family?
Who is that?
"Zizzizi~"
In the empty house, the clear sound of scratching at the door kept ringing.
Chen Songjiang was surrounded by huge fear. He even forgot to breathe, and a strong sense of suffocation hit him.
"Hehehe~"
At this time, a series of quiet female laughter sounded.
He hurriedly covered himself with the quilt.
Huddled inside and shivering,
Just hope these ghosts will adhere to quilt principles.
"At midnight, I will come to take your life."
After this sound, all movement outside disappeared and fell into a deathly silence.
Chen Songjiang gasped for air, his eyes lost focus, and he was almost frightened.
Hate married women.
I really hate marrying a girl!
And the other party came to take his life.
This is the second rumor.
"At midnight, that's 12 o'clock." He glanced at his phone and swallowed hard: "There's still one hour."
"It turns out that there really is a legend about hating married women."
At this time, his intestines were filled with regret.
Why did he have to pick up the marriage certificate in the first place, and now it has caused disaster.
He just had one thought in his mind right now.
run!
He opened the bedroom door and wanted to leave this place.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open the door outside.
On the door, there were dense claw marks all over.
"It's over, it's over."
He collapsed.
He threw the marriage certificate out like he was crazy.
Before he could take a breath.
A man's voice came from downstairs.
There was a little excitement in his voice.
"Marriage certificate? Who is so careless as to throw away this thing?"
"Let's take a look, eh? Why is the column of the bride's name blank? Who wrote the marriage letter so carelessly? Chen Songjiang, right? Brother, don't worry, I will come to you now to give you warmth, your banquet, I Determined to participate.”
