On the top of Wangjiang Mountain, Duan Xinghun replied to the ancestor of the Xie family: "Thank you, Immortal Lord, this junior also has something to say, please listen to it. In life, whether you are a human or an immortal, if you want too much, you will end up with nothing. "
The ancestor of the Xie family snorted and sneered: "Junior, this statement should be given to your respected master!"
Duan Xinghun's expression didn't change, he just changed the direction of the whisk in his hand.
He lowered his head and saw that all the noise at the bottom of the mountain seemed to be dispersing.
Duan Xinghun said calmly: "Master serves the country and the people, and his thoughts are beyond the understanding of ordinary people. Master does not ask the world to understand."
The ancestor of the Xie family chuckled: "My good nephew is really naive! He is indeed a young man!"
After saying this, he raised his foot and stepped into the void, disappearing in an instant.
Song Ciwan didn't open her eyes and didn't know the conversation on the mountain. She just followed the guidance of Zulong Casting Money and walked southwest for a while after going down the mountain.
The world under the mountain seemed to have returned to its usual tranquility. The clear light of the full moon fell from the sky, illuminating the streets of Pinglan City in a quiet and bright way.
The soldiers from the City Patrol Department were walking among them from time to time, occasionally whispering: "It has to be our City God, who can wipe out all the weird things with one move!"
"No, otherwise what would my father say? Even though we are working with our heads up, as long as we are in the city, we don't need to be too afraid. We have the City God!"
"Tomorrow, on the 15th, our whole family will go to the Chenghuang Temple to burn incense."
"Hey, do you only go on the fifteenth day? You have to go on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month! I also have to ask my wife to prepare some money and go to the City God's Temple to ask for some talismans to take home!"
"Aren't we giving out magic talismans? Why do you want your wife to go to the City God's Temple to ask for it?"
"Then what we have given out is only enough for me. Even if I use it, it may not be enough! Who can think of too few spiritual talismans? Keep more evil-proofing talismans, family-protecting talismans and the like at home. In today's world, things are getting worse every year. The new year makes people panic, and the more life-saving things they have, the better. Only with this can people feel at ease."
"That's true, it's not as good as having it yourself..."
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Most of the soldiers in the City Patrol Department are low-level warriors. Some of them are inherited from generations, and some are from civilian backgrounds, but no matter which type, most of the ordinary soldiers are actually very businesslike.
Song Ciwan walked casually among the streets and listened to the conversations of these people, which really gave him a real sense of returning to the human world.
I saw these soldiers holding compasses in their hands, and they were still detecting something as they walked. Sometimes the compass pointer would rotate rapidly, and someone would shout: "Here, come quickly!"
The soldiers gathered around carefully, and someone opened a box full of runes, picked up the small round bead on the ground, and put it into the box. Only then did Song Ciwan realize that it was a Yin Po Bead.
After the strange things all over the city disappeared, some left behind Yin Po Pearls, and some left behind all kinds of other strange things. The soldiers of the City Patrol Department are now collecting these.
Occasionally, some people's homes are affected by the residual smell of strange things and seem to be a little uneasy. Soldiers from the City Patrol Department will knock on the door and come in, taking out special instruments to sweep away the strange smell.
Of course, the city patrol department has limited manpower, and they cannot truly cover the entire city, nor can they eliminate all problems in the city.
There are always various troubles happening in some people's homes, which is the sequelae of the Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts.
At this time, if Song Ciwan happened to meet him, she would secretly take action to help those in need and do a good deed.
While walking and stopping like this, he encountered many forked roads. Song Ciwan took out the Zulong coins several times for divination.
After doing this three times, she gradually got further and further away from the main road patrolled by the soldiers of the City Patrol Division. Suddenly, the front narrowed and Song Ciwan walked into a dark alley.
At this moment, she felt something in her heart. When she raised her eyes, she saw a small figure sitting against the wall deep in the dark alley.
The figure was curled up, holding its knees tightly with both hands, almost completely blending into the night.
If it weren't for Song Ciwan's keen sense and deliberate investigation, it would be impossible to discover him at this moment.
In the dark night, Song Ciwan "saw" from the perspective of his spiritual sense, a small figure curled up with his ear pressed against a wall.
I just heard the voice of a commoner family coming from within the wall, as if a mother was saying: "Mr. City God, the Great Merciful and Compassionate, don't be surprised. This child is ignorant and hungry. He didn't mean to take the offering. He really doesn’t understand…”
"The believer will ask him to apologize to you now. You must not blame him!"
Then, there was a burst of babbling sounds from a child. It was such a small child that he hadn't even learned to speak yet.
The mother held her child and kowtowed several times -
Song Ciwan's spiritual awareness expanded and he "saw" three wisps of light smoke suddenly curling up in front of the statue of the City God enshrined by that family.
The mother was delighted and said, "Great! The City God is so merciful that he has forgiven this child!"
After a while, the child's father came over with a plate of fruit.
The man carefully offered the fruit on the table, then knelt down beside his wife and said, "The City God is generous, we should go to the temple tomorrow to burn incense and fulfill our vows."
His wife quickly said: "This is natural, do you still need to say it? I will kill a chicken and bring it over tomorrow!"
The man agreed and said: "It's time to kill a chicken and bring it over. We live in the city, thanks to the City God. Otherwise, we would see some messy things every now and then, and how would we live our lives..."
What he said made his wife feel silent and worried.
After a while, the wife seemed depressed and said: "Head of the family, I'm worried about my father and mother in the village."
The man comforted him and said, "There is also an ancestral hall and a Tutu Temple in the village, so don't worry. If you are still worried, let's get some more money tomorrow, go to the City God's Temple to buy some more talismans, and send some back to my father-in-law and mother-in-law."
Holding the child in her arms, the wife suddenly turned from worry to joy, and quickly said gratefully: "Master, you are so kind."
The man smiled honestly: "It's better to be a lady."
As a couple, you say something and I say something, compliment each other, respect and love each other.
Not long after, they paid homage to the City God again, then took their children back to the bedroom, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The human voice disappeared, calm breathing gradually began, and the whole world seemed to have entered a state of peace.
This kind of peace is both real and rare, making people's hearts calm and peaceful without even realizing it.
Song Ciwan returned to his original appearance. At this time, he approached the little figure sitting against the wall and called softly: "Xiao Lang."
Yes, the little figure sitting in the corner was Gao Xiaolang. When he noticed Song Ciwan's appearance, he raised his head in an instant and said with some melancholy and some surprise: "Sister Song, you have indeed found me."
Song Ciwan noticed that his breath was very weak, and immediately worried: "Xiao Lang, you don't seem to be well."
Gao Xiaolang had a smile on his face and said softly: "No, I'm fine. Sister Song, I seem to have never been so fine."
