In the Tutu Temple in the distance, Tutu Gong looked at his nose and heart, as if he was really a clay sculpture, and everything in front of him was invisible.
He knew that the little loach had an aura, and the monk was unlucky enough to bump into it.
It's not a big deal, they're just foreign monks. As long as the little loach doesn't kill the monks, these monks won't dare to mess around.
After all, the entire Changning County is Shinto territory, and the monks are considered senior.
Qiu Ping beat the noisy monk, and his anger subsided a bit, but he still felt awkward.
Where is the awkwardness?
He thought about it, maybe what he just did was called incompetent rage. Even if he beat the monk, the matter would not be resolved.
In the end, the world will remain the same as it should be.
Next year, these people will still come to collect grain and kick the stems of dendrobium. The farmers will still have more than half of the crops they have worked so hard for a year.
But how to solve these situations?
The little loach couldn't figure it out and didn't know how to solve it.
This made him feel a little depressed, and he couldn't even be happy digging holes.
After the food delivery incident, Huang'ao Village returned to peace again.
Even though the harvest per mu of land increased by three to five dou this year, the lives of the villagers did not seem to get any better.
Fortunately, it didn't get worse.
In the awkward mood of Little Loach, the twelfth lunar month has entered unknowingly, and many people in the village are already busy celebrating the New Year.
"Whoosh."
A bright golden light flew across the sky and fell into the ancient well.
The golden light fell into the temple underground and immediately turned into a voice: "The end of the year is approaching, and the underworld wants to eliminate the ghosts of epidemics and disasters. We, the only righteous gods in the world, have a duty to enter the underworld together to calm down the ghosts..."
This is a decree from the City God to summon the gods of Changning County to go to the underworld to kill the underworld ghosts who are about to cause trouble on New Year's Eve.
On every day of worship such as Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and New Year's Eve, there will be riots in the underworld, trying to rob the world of incense. Therefore, every year when these stages are approaching, the Yin Division will unite with the human beings to jointly kill these Yin ghosts.
This time, it was finally Changning County’s turn.
For example, the wild god priesthood that Hebo received before was obtained when the Yin Division was slaying ghosts.
Qiu Ping thought about the decree repeatedly, but he didn't want to do it at all.
Just kidding, among the eighth and ninth grade gods, I am the richest. Do you have to risk your life for that little money? I practice in the temple by myself and use all kinds of resources to pile up. Wouldn’t it be happy?
However, according to the city god's order, the earth can choose whether to participate, but all water gods must enter the underworld to encircle and suppress them.
Most of the Gein people are civil servants, squires, good people, etc. who became gods after death. They are not good at fighting at all and belong to the civil service system. Most of the water gods and mountain gods are spirits, and each of them has a strong fighting ability, which is equivalent to that of a human military officer.
Unless there are special reasons, the water gods and mountain gods are not allowed to be absent.
"You are born to be a hard worker. The busy farming season has just ended, and you have to suppress bandits again." Qiu Ping sighed. This feeling is like the boss asking you to work overtime during the holiday. It really can't help you at all.
The time to encircle and suppress the ghosts of epidemic disease is set to be half a month later, which is New Year's Eve.
At that time, all living beings in the world will worship their ancestors on this day, and the power of the magnificent incense will go straight into the underworld. Even under the heavy guard of the underworld king Yama, there will still be many crazy ghosts coming to grab food.
What's even worse is that some ghost kings who are not under jurisdiction may also come to plunder.
In Qiu Ping's eyes, this is really a thankless and dangerous thing.
…
Now that he was determined to go to the underworld, he couldn't be unprepared.
No, maybe because of his contribution to helping farmers at the end of the year, the "progress bar" on Qiu Ping's back has grown a bit. The progress bar that originally took two or three months to fill is now full in one and a half months.
It just so happened that he could go to the Underworld first and search for some treasures, which would also help him have more trump cards in the encirclement and suppression.
"thump."
Qiu Ping drilled through the space and appeared above Huangquan Terrace again.
Before Huangquan Terrace was completely determined, he would come here every time he traveled.
Without any hesitation, he immediately raised the sea-covering flag and rolled up his body. Then the water vapor around him surged up, lifting his body up and slowing down his descent.
He has finally entered the realm of the Ancestral Aperture, possessing three hundred years of Taoism, and he will no longer fall half to death like before.
In the open space of Huangquan Terrace, everyone sat cross-legged with their eyes closed. Compared to more than a month ago, their auras were much weaker.
Although they are practicing cultivation and do not need to eat, the despair of not being able to replenish themselves for a long time and not knowing when they can go out has been a big torture for them.
"Ahem."
Qiu Ping coughed lightly, and in the quiet Huangquan Terrace, the sound he made was like thunder.
Everyone stood up loudly and looked around with their eyes. They couldn't tell where this person was hiding, but they finally found this person again!
"These are three buckets of yellow spring water in exchange for your three powerful men. If you agree, we will make a deal." Without saying a word, the ghostly man flew out three dark yellow pearls from his hand. Each pearl is a bucket of yellow spring water. .
He was already tortured and frightened by this person, and he just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise who knows whether this person would continue to increase the price.
"Refreshingly, this is the Dragon and Tiger Warriors you want!" Qiu Ping was very happy. He really had a good start today, and others were rushing to do business with him.
He threw three soybeans to the other party.
"This is your clear blue light." A ghost-like man in Niehai Ghost City threw a ray of light and landed on the open space not far away.
Qiu Ping also gave the opponent a soybean. So far, four of the ten dragon and tiger warriors had been replaced.
"What do you think about this sword plate? If you refuse to sell it, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today. Not only you can't leave, but no one else can leave." Qiu Ping looked at the woman, waiting for the other party to give an answer.
As soon as he said this, many people looked at the woman with a bit of oppression.
"Change!"
The woman's soul has been separated from the body for four months, and even if it is protected by the sect's secret medicine, it can hardly hold on. If I delay it any longer, I'm afraid that my physical body will be completely disconnected from my soul, and I will have no choice but to become a ghost and immortal.
She immediately exchanged the [Seven Ultimate Swords of the Coiling Snake] for a dragon and tiger warrior.
Although it sounds ridiculous to exchange her own things for her own things, she has no choice at the moment.
"Is there anyone else who needs to be replaced? I still have five powerful men here?" Qiu Ping's eyes were a little malicious. These people are all fat sheep, and there is a lot of power behind them.
Although everyone couldn't see him at the moment, they still felt a little chilly on their backs.
