The night became darker.
Under the dim lights of every house, the night looks particularly dark.
The north wind blew loudly, making the thatched roof rattle.
Listening to the sharp sounds outside, a sense of fear arose in people's hearts.
Some of the children in the house who were watching the New Year's Eve had been very sleepy for a long time, and their heads were dozing off bit by bit. The howling wind outside made people feel warmer inside the house, and it became extremely easy to sleep.
A sneaky figure ran past the window. The people in the house seemed to be alarmed, but when they looked over, everything was as usual.
"Brother, we have to absorb some bad luck from each household, so that our appearance will become better."
The little shrew was holding up the tail of the white-haired lion behind him. Seeing Qiu Ping playing this for the first time, he reminded him.
Qiu Ping held up the lion's head. Through the white-haired lion's eyes, he could see the faint black air floating in the void. These must be bad luck.
He tried to open his mouth and inhale, and black air within a radius of dozens of feet gathered and adhered to the surface of the white-haired lion.
"bass."
As the bad luck gathered, the white-haired lion seemed to become more agile, with a layer of dark green scales covering its four hooves, and its eyes became redder, as if a ball of flame was burning.
The little loach held up the white-haired lion, and when he stepped on it, black flames rose up under his feet, which looked very majestic and domineering.
"Wow."
Qiu Ping screamed. The black flame actually had the power to lift him. He stepped down, and his body rose into the air and started running in the void.
So handsome! This is so handsome!
Little Loach doesn't care whether he is strong or not, being handsome enough is the king.
The little loach and the little shrew drove the white-haired lions and had fun all over the village. The negative auras on their bodies gathered more and more, and the Nian beast's whole body was filled with an attractive aura, between the mouth and nose. It was spitting out smoke and looked very fierce and cruel.
After midnight, men in clothes came out from every house. Everyone rubbed their hands and lit firewood in the open space in front of each house.
The red flames burned extremely brightly, and within a short time, women and children from each family also walked out of the house.
Children naturally like to play with fire and happily chase around the fire, while the women take out bamboos that have been chopped and dried long ago and pile them on top of the fire.
The high temperature of the flame causes the bamboo to make a crisp sound as it burns.
"Crack."
With the first sound, Qiu Ping felt that the white-haired lion he was holding shook. The black air that was originally wrapped around his body immediately shattered and turned into a red air flow, which engulfed him and the little shrew. Inside the shrew's body.
As the sound of the bamboos exploding became louder and louder, the black energy wrapped around the Nian Beast's body became less and less, and all of it turned into red energy, which penetrated into the bodies of the two of them.
These are all blessings, and for the little loach, this bit of luck is only minimal.
But after all, celebrating the New Year is all about getting good luck.
What's more, this game is extremely fun.
In Huang'ao Village, the sound of "cracking, crackling" can be heard continuously, and it echoes throughout the village.
With the explosion, all the black energy on a white-haired lion dissipated, and then it was "scared" and ran away.
The whole year ended in this night, and people ushered in the new year with the sound of firecrackers.
"Hahaha, it's so fun. I will come again next year."
There were more stars in the second half of the night, and they were reflected in the Fu River, making the Fu River look unusually deep, as if the entire starry sky was hidden in it.
A little loach and a little shrew were sitting on the edge of a stone bridge, their figures reflected in the water.
The starry sky in the water also shone brightly above their heads.
This feeling is so good. There are not so many fights and intrigues. Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to live a happy life?
Qiu Ping himself is also a man with no ambitions. For him, as long as he can have a small official, a stable income, and fish every now and then, this is a life like a fairy.
He doesn't want to get involved in any power struggle or orthodoxy fighting.
…
The Youshen Tournament is not only held for one day.
From the first to the fifteenth day of the lunar month, people in almost all prefectures and counties, under the organization of the government, will carry out the statues of gods from the temple and parade them around the city.
For the common people, they can pray to gods to bless them with good weather in the coming year.
The gods can also benefit from it. After all, many gods have little reputation due to their power and no one worships them all year round.
If you don't find an opportunity to show off, I'm afraid not many people will know about it.
For example, the Prison God enshrined in the Chenghuang Temple, or the Willow God in the Disaster Temple. Although most of the gods received fixed incense to ensure harvests during droughts and floods after the reorganization of King Ming Ling, their reputation among the people is not widespread. For the gods, There will also be some grudges.
"Master Tiji...oh no, I should call you Master Wenxinjingshen. Today is your day to patrol the streets. Look at your clothes, you look good."
Bi San'er surrounded Qiu Ping and put him into a red robe, a wide belt, and a big black gauze hat on his head.
The one chosen for the Youshen Tournament this time is Qiu Ping’s Wen Shen. After all, his [Falling Dragon Pass Lift] god has no popularity in the world, and ordinary people don’t know what this god is for.
On the contrary, his Wen Shen position has a large audience. Although he is only from the seventh grade, the incense has always been prosperous. People often come to worship during ordinary times. If there is a big exam in the county, the number of people who come to offer incense will be even greater. too much.
After Li Huanying looked at it for a while, she applied two patches of blush on Qiu Ping's dark face, which looked particularly festive.
"Not bad, not bad, the girl is still attentive, now it's complete."
Biese San'er opened his mouth to praise a few words, which made Li Huanying feel a little embarrassed.
"I just go out to patrol the streets, not so particular."
Little Loach lifted his belt and looked at himself in the mirror. Even though he said this, the cheerful smile on his face couldn't stop.
What he is most satisfied with is this robe. This red robe is so beautiful.
It's a pity that such clothes can only be worn when patrolling the streets, because this is a Fei robe, which is regulated by the fourth and fifth grade great gods. He can only wear green robes on weekdays.
"Please ask Master Wen Shen to come out of the temple!"
When the little loach was hesitating whether to put the blush on his face deeper, suddenly, a high-pitched singing sound came from an extremely distant place.
He immediately lifted one end of the shelf, and in an instant, his mind was already attached to the statue of the Wenxinjing Temple.
The boy statue was also now wearing a scarlet robe, covered with brocade, and had thick blush on its face, giving it a arrogant look.
As the statue trembled slightly, eight young men worked together to lift the sedan chariot.
The statue of the little loach sits in the center, steady, looking straight ahead.
"Crackling."
A man in colorful clothes picked up a firecracker. After lighting it, there was a loud explosion. The urchins everywhere covered their ears and ran away.
But he was quickly caught by the adults in their family, held his head in front of the statue of Wenxin.
This is the literary god who is in charge of the literary fortune of a certain country. When he sees that the god refuses to worship, he hides away from him. Does this unlucky boy still want to take the exam?
Ever since, amidst the cries and howls of this group of children, Qiu Ping's first game of wandering gods in his life began.
The narrow roads in Changning County were crowded with onlookers on both sides.
Although the Youshen Tournament has been held for several days, the grand occasion has not diminished at all. Some business-minded vendors took the opportunity to set up many stalls and sell food.
Sweet and sour candied haws, fragrant fried rice, sweet candies...
It seems that people want to spend all the celebrations of this year in these few days.
At the front of Qiu Ping's team, there were several people with red turbans on their heads, holding suonas high and blowing loudly.
After that, there is a person holding a escort flag in his hand, dancing vigorously in the wind, and from time to time he makes a few exaggerated movements or somersaults, attracting admiration from the people next to him.
On both sides of Qiu Ping's statue, there were four figures standing on stilts, each wearing colorful and weird costumes, with masks painted with gold and black or gold and red interlaced patterns on their heads.
When walking, one foot is deep and the other is shallow, like a standing zombie or a ghost walking out of the netherworld.
But it has a hint of inhumanity and an awe-inspiring divinity.
These people are equivalent to the escorts of the gods. They dress up like gods and use weird and exaggerated movements to distinguish themselves from humans.
Qiu Ping was sitting among the statues. If someone stared at him, they would find that the clay statue was moving its eyes.
Everything today is novel to Qiu Ping. He can feel the enthusiasm and information in everyone's heart. In the chaos, a little warm incense condenses into a cloud in the sky, and the strong smell of sandalwood keeps flowing into Qiu Ping. Flat muzzle.
For a seventh-grade god, the incense gathered in the sky today is a very large amount of income.
It’s almost as much as two months’ salary in normal times.
But Qiu Ping also clearly felt that this incense contained roughness, chaos, and violence. Human beings always have selfish intentions and some inevitable darkness in their hopes for beauty.
This is the human heart, and it is a perfectly normal thing.
But if such incense is absorbed hastily, it will not be a good thing for the gods.
Back then, the gods of the [Fengchan Mountain] series faced incense like this. This primitive and violent incense could enhance the strength of the gods in a very short time. As long as there was enough incense, the power and personality of the gods could be unlimitedly exceeded. .
But similarly, the gods will gradually be infected by the distracting thoughts in the incense, gradually lose themselves, and become the gods imagined by the believers.
Could such a god be himself?
After King Ming Ling seized the supreme authority of Shinto in the world, the first thing he did was to reform the incense.
All the incense obtained by the gods is not allowed to be absorbed privately, and must be handed over to the system. After refining, it is redistributed to the gods in various places.
In this way, the gods do not have to worry about the risk of memory confusion.
Until now, very few gods have been infected by the strange diseases of the [Fengchan Mountain] pantheon.
Little Loach looked at the chaotic and primitive incense all over the sky. Although he no longer valued these incense, since he participated in the Youshen Tournament, he should abide by the rules.
"Believe that everyone rewards God!"
After walking around the main road in Changning County, the man holding the escort flag shouted loudly.
Then several carts were pushed over, and three fat pigs were lying on the cart. Their intestines had been disemboweled and their blood had been drained. They looked quite shocking.
On the table next to it, there is also a big fat goose that has been plucked, piles of food, and newly made pen and ink.
In terms of the richness of the offerings, in Changning County, except for the City God and the God of Wealth, no other god can compare.
The City God is the chief official of Changning County, and the God of Wealth is in charge of everyone's money bags, so everyone naturally has to hold it.
Further down, we will reach Wenshen.
For many families who are determined to take exams and achieve good results in the future, the status of Little Loach may still be higher than that of the City God and the God of Wealth.
These three big fat pigs were all donated by wealthy households in the county. After they made enough money, they thought that their descendants would gain fame.
After all, with fame and official status, the wealth of this family is not rootless.
With the introduction of the offerings, the atmosphere at the scene reached a climax.
For ordinary people, they don't care what offerings the gods can enjoy. The reason why they are so happy is because these offerings will be sold later at a price far lower than the market price, and the money earned from the sales will be used for the temples and temples of the gods. Gold body repair.
The more and more generous the offerings are, the greater the chance they will be able to grab the meat later.
The little loach's eyes slowly moved, feeling a little carried away by how popular he was.
After all, he usually only cares about the Fallen Dragon Pass. He doesn't even take care of the Wenxinjing God's throne, and he doesn't even fish here.
It seems that I will respond to prayers more often in the future, so as not to hurt the hearts of believers who love me so much.
"It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Today is a grand event, so I will also give some benefits to my family."
The little loach felt a little dizzy after being praised like this.
He was currently operating the priesthood of Wen Xinjing Shen, and in an instant, a series of priesthoods appeared in his mind.
Even though Wenxinjing God's status is not high, he has seven divine positions.
In addition to the [Living Water] and [Nectar] brought by the Well God of Huangao Village, there are also other divine functions of [Enlightening Wisdom], [Enlightenment], [Meditation], [Brightening Eyesight], and [Cure Evil].
As soon as Qiu Ping's thoughts changed, he took in the bright incense in the sky.
Then he opened his mouth and sprayed it, combining the incense with the priesthood.
In an instant, in the invisible void, the light rain of thoughts filled the air, slanting towards the human world.
All those who were reading here felt that their brains became clear for a while, and many joints that they had been unable to figure out in the past had answers one after another.
Many people's eyes were damaged because of staying up late reading, but at this moment, their eyes felt moist and watery. After a while, they felt that the fog in their eyes had been wiped clean, and they saw a bright and lively world.
Updated, two chapters combined into one
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