Jinhua Mansion is a lively scene.
Especially after wealthy households and country gentry took the lead, the common people worked even harder. Some people dismantled courtyard walls, bricks, and beams, some were responsible for transportation, and some were responsible for cooking broth to supplement nutrition.
"Master Fu Zun, all the statues originally enshrined in the main hall were broken into pieces."
The master seemed to be glowing with a second spring, wearing new clothes with patches all over his body. He trotted over all the way. His eyes briefly paused on the unconscious white-fronted tiger demon and continued:
"How about asking the older folks to recall their memories? Then ask the painter to draw it. After confirming it is correct, hand it over to the stonemason, carver, and carpenter."
"No need."
Duke shook his head, "I said before that the lawsuits in the world must be dealt with, and the lawsuits in the underworld must be dealt with even more..."
Before he could finish speaking, the master understood instantly.
Thousands of miles away, Lu Li, who was playing with the Divine Seal of the Minngling King in his hand, said to his heart, "Sure enough, no wonder they chose the dilapidated City God's Temple as the gathering place."
Just as he guessed, Duke really wanted to make himself a god, otherwise, it would not resonate with Xuan Guangjing.
"Sir, I will call the craftsmen to come over and mold the statue of the City God in your image."
In the mirror, the master bowed and was about to leave.
And Duke's voice sounded, "Add this guy to the list."
The tiger demon was seriously injured. If he could follow the Conferred God and get nourishment from the human destiny and the Yin Division's personality, he would be able to quickly turn the corner and even get stronger.
"yes."
The master glanced at the huge tiger demon in awe, then lowered his body and said, "What kind of divine position is it specifically? Please tell me, Lord Mansion."
The city god of the city, the civil and military judge, the bull-headed and horse-faced god, the day and night wandering god...
The official positions in the Yin Division are all fixed, so the master dare not make random arrangements.
Of course, he knew in his heart that the Lord of the Palace must sit in the position of the City God. Even if it is a fourth-grade Yang official, it is very unsuitable to serve as the first- and second-grade inspector, the City God Wei Linggong. However, the situation is like this.
"If there is no god, when the statue of the city god is erected, it should be carved on the crotch of the official, and a sacred tiger statue should be set up in the side hall. The shape must be majestic to intimidate Xiaoxiao and accept the incense and offerings from the people."
Duke doesn't want to take risks and canonize gods randomly before thoroughly understanding the rules of the underworld.
As for the tiger demon, who enjoys incense and faith as the city god's mount, it is considered the best ending. After all, all the other demons and ghosts that caused trouble have been killed.
Dozens of craftsmen worked together and carved out the new statue of the City God in about half an hour.
Then, it is decorated with gold paint, silver paint, and various pigments.
"My lord, please move and watch."
Master walked in front to lead the way.
In the statue, Duke is seen wearing a python robe and riding on a striking white-fronted tiger. He looks majestic and attracts attention.
"good."
Even if he didn't like this group of corrupt officials before, Duke didn't hesitate to praise them when he saw them marshaling resources to make a statue for themselves.
"You go and draw up an official document."
"is that OK?"
When his eyes fell on the master, he said without any hesitation: "Of course!"
As the pen bearer of the prefects of all dynasties, the master naturally had two brushes. After some deliberation, he picked up his pen and drew up a document for the canonization of the prefecture's city god.
But again, this approach is definitely against the rules.
When it comes to the Duchenghuang and Fuchenghuang, the imperial court must issue decrees, and the chief secretaries of the provinces have no authority to deal with them, let alone the fourth-grade prefects.
But Duke had no choice. It was impossible to count on the dead people in the capital who had been sucked out of their flesh and blood by centipede essence. However, the situation of the small court of Yingtian Mansion was unknown now, so they simply took special measures.
He took a cursory glance at the document and, after confirming that there were no omissions, stamped it with the official seal.
In this way, a city god who was not in line with etiquette but was widely recognized by the people of Jinhua Mansion was born.
As the tributes were placed one by one, the squires, officials, Confucian scholars, and Guizhou leaders knelt down and offered incense one after another. The statues began to change and became extremely vivid.
The dying tiger demon who was originally lying on the stage gradually regained consciousness and began to breathe steadily.
"Grandpa Tiger, please wish that my unborn child will be as strong as you, with a tiger head and a tiger brain."
"Blessed by Fat Tiger Immortal..."
Thoughts passed into the mind of the eye-catching white-fronted tiger one by one, and it accepted the prayers of these believers.
At the same time, the dense knife marks on the tiger demon's body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Roar!"
A powerful tiger roar resounded throughout the city. Under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, the tiger demon stepped into the hall and came to Duke's side:
"Fat Tiger pays homage to Your Majesty."
Even though it was not the first time he saw this scene, Lu Li still felt a little weird in the other section of the Xuanguang Mirror.
"From now on, all lawsuits in the world will be handled at my residence, and those in the underworld will be handled here."
Under the gaze of the people in the city, Duke took out a divine seal from his arms and walked towards the table in front of the statue.
Compared to the seal of King Mingling, this seal looks a little small, but it should not be underestimated. After all, it symbolizes the authority of the underworld in a land.
Snap.
There was a muffled sound, and the divine seal fell.
Then, a figure walked out of the statue. The man looked the same as Duke, but he was wearing a robe.
"The main body controls the power in the human world, and the separated soul serves as the chief officer of the Underworld. In this way, the Jinhua Mansion is completely under Duke's control."
Lu Li looked at the Divine Seal of the Mingling King in his hand and made up his mind. He immediately started refining the Seal using the simplest blood sacrifice method.
In an instant, the storm surged.
The king of hell in the ten palaces was canonized by the human court and became a king.
The city god enshrined in Jinling is also a king and is the head of the city god in the world.
It turns out that General Ma Mian returned to his throne, and a black and blue wave of luck rose in the temple, forming a canopy to protect the nearby streets.
Now that King Mingling has returned to the throne, the vision is even more astonishing. Even ordinary people with naked eyes can detect that there is an inexplicable change between heaven and earth:
The original sense of urgency caused by the demons causing trouble in the world suddenly disappeared. At the same time, I also felt a little more restrained in myself, not daring to commit crimes easily.
The Hanyu Taoist boy who was guarding near the prison felt that he had suddenly changed the world. He saw a purple and gold-like luck rising into the sky from the direction of the City God's Hall, forming a canopy thousands of feet high in the sky, directly covering the entire Jinling. The city, together with its suburbs, is covered.
"If it is officially recognized by the court again, all Southern Zhili will benefit from it."
The charming face of the horse makes the heart surge.
Because even if all the Yin gods in the temple return to their respective places and perform their respective duties, the benefits brought by King Mingling will still be far less than that.
Qingliang Mountain.
The old Confucian who was reading by the window had a smile on his face and a hint of reproach in his tone. He said helplessly: "This guy is dragging his feet, why doesn't he come?"
"He's not the only one who needs some advice."
Jinhua Mansion.
Duke, who had just become a city god, was feeling very proud when he suddenly froze his smile, raised his eyes to the north, and murmured:
"King Mingling has returned to the throne, who is it?"
One monk was carrying water to drink, but two monks had no water to drink. He had a strong premonition:
The battle for power in the Yin Division has officially begun!
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
There will be a slightly larger chapter later, which is in the middle of writing, and I’m not writing it very fast at the moment.
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