Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 536
When the official residence of the new City God is completed, the city is full of celebrations and a temple fair is held with loud drums and drums. Whether they believe in the City God or not, the people will want to go there.

Whether they have experienced war, encountered evil spirits, or just survived and made people breathless, they all need a gap to resolve, and Xuanzhou City also needs a grand event to revitalize it.

The Duan Puja at Guangjiao Temple was originally an opportunity, but it was too close to the war, and people were still in mourning and hadn't recovered.

This time the temple fair is just right.

The City God sits high on the god's seat, and naturally there will be a steady stream of believers to come to offer incense. Some people will carry his god's seat to patrol Xuanzhou City, and there will be gongs, drums and firecrackers to show auspiciousness.

The county magistrate personally presides over the sacrificial offering, followed by the rich and the honored, and then again, it is the people who are humble.

The Youshen did not come to the place of the Wutong God, but the rampant gods in front of the Wutong Temple watched the grand event from a distance.

Immortal Jinting beckoned, and Dijia came over respectfully.

Immortal Jinting asked: "How?"

A complex look appeared on Dijia's face, and he said, "The priests of righteous gods are nothing compared to us."

Great Immortal Jinting shook his head and said, "I'm asking how you feel, are you jealous? Are you not angry? Are you unwilling?"

Dijia stared fixedly at Immortal Jinting, and under his curious eyes, he still answered truthfully: "Jealousy, resentment, unwillingness, even hatred, but there is no way."

Immortal Jinting waved his hand again, making him retreat.

Dijia didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the Great Immortal of Jinting, and the Great Immortal of Jinting thought so, even if the rampant god is jealous, unresponsive, unwilling, and resentful, what about the Wutong God himself?
Why do so many monsters have to be raised in Shangfang Mountain to maintain the incense, but the city god only needs to sit in the temple, and all kinds of offerings and sacrifices come uninvited.

Will Wutongshen be upset?Will you resent?
Jinting Daxian felt that they were not angry, they were resentful, and they were trying their best to squeeze into the team of righteous gods and share the sacrifices with the city god.

Great Immortal Jin Ting lowered his eyes slightly, with countless thoughts spinning in his heart.

After the temple fair, Wu Zang from Xuanzhou County went to give gifts and congratulations, but the city god of Xuanzhou let them hang out for half a day. He didn't seem to remember it until late at night, and ordered the left and right judges to take away the gifts and sent them back with some excuse.

Received the gift, the matter is done.But after returning from Xuanzhou City, Wu Cang continued to drink and became very drunk.

If the Great Immortal of Jinting was not around, they would want to vent their anger after all.

But with the Great Immortal Jin Ting present, they probably also figured out the temperament of this commander. He thinks highly of himself, doesn't care much about anything, and thinks that he is useless when he bullies the weak.

If something happened that made him unhappy, he would have to be severely punished, so he had to use wine to drown his sorrows and drink to death.

A few days later, there was good news that the general of the Ministry of Water had captured a little Taoist and returned to Wutong Temple in Xuanzhou.

The little Taoist cringed and shivered like a quail while kneeling at the feet of the Great Immortal Jin Ting.

Jinting Daxian looked at General Shuibu, and General Shuibu said: "Commander, we investigated the evil cultivator that Commander encountered, and we did not find any results after many inquiries, but this group of people found it by themselves and broke down several of our temples. , Killed several brothers. I will go to investigate after I get the news, the group of evil cultivators ran too fast, and only this kid was left behind."

Immortal Jinting raised his brows and said, "Damaged the temple and damaged the generals?"

General Shuibu said: "Yes, these people came after us."

General Shuibu kicked the little Taoist and said, "Say it yourself."

The little Taoist trembled all over, and the words poured out of the bamboo tube like beans, saying: "Xiaodao Wu Hong, family teacher Huo Fang, master Huang Chi real person."

He secretly raised his head to look at Immortal Jinting, as if he wanted Immortal Jinting to respond to the name, but Immortal Jinting only showed impatience on his face.

General Shuibu sneered, and Wu Hong of the Xiaodao immediately spoke quickly and flatteringly said: "It's the real master Huangchi... No, the old monster Huangchi sent us out to inquire about the news of Wutong and Yimai. A few days ago, Huangchi The old monster hurried out and came back seriously injured, and lost an arm. It is said that he was injured by an expert from the Wutong lineage, so he sent us out to investigate the matter of Wutong. After we found the Wutong Temple, we broke it down. There are several."

The Great Immortal of Jinting said to himself: "Old monster of Huangchi? He is really a filial son and grandson."

Wu Hong cried and said: "The old monster will curse at us when he moves, and if it doesn't go his way, he will torture him with evil methods. The disciples he teaches are counted one by one, and none of them are good. I was deceived by them. Yes, I have to worship under him."

"This god, my magic power is low, and I don't have their true inheritance. They are the ones who ruined the temple. I was only implicated, not the mastermind."

Immortal Jinting didn't bother to listen any more, looked at General Shuibu, and said: "Drag down and ask about the situation, and then gather troops to arrest Huangchi old monster."

General Shui Bu gave a grin, grabbed Wu Hong's clothes, and dragged him out of the door.

Hearing the horrible screams, after a while, General Shuibu came in with blood on his clothes, and reported: "Commander, no one knows the real name of that old monster. Since he established his residence in Huangchi, he called himself the Patriarch of Huangchi. Now the old man The blame is seriously injured, there are only a few disciples, and their skills are all ordinary, so it is not difficult to deal with."

"Please lead your quasi-subordinates to take two thousand soldiers and horses to Huangchi, and they will definitely bring back the head of that old monster."

Immortal Jinting said: "I don't need to go?"

General Shuibu said: "That old monster has already been injured by the Great Immortal, if I can't take it down, wouldn't it be a waste of the title of General."

Immortal Jinting nodded and said: "Sure. But be careful, although the old monster was severely injured by me, but he got a new flying corpse, don't take it lightly."

General Shuibu said: "This subordinate takes orders."

General Shuibu summoned troops and horses, ordered two thousand raging gods, and went straight to Huangchi River.

The disciple and grandson of the old monster in Huangchi were taken on the road together by the general of the water department, and when the wind blew, he disappeared in an instant.

The Great Immortal Jinting stood in front of the Wutong Temple and watched the rampant god go out to fight, not knowing what he was thinking about.

In the Wutong Temple, apart from the five rampant gods who already occupied the god positions, even the Dijia went to attack the Huangchi old monster together.

The Great Immortal of Jinting sighed leisurely, and said: "The sun is gone, the autumn wind is chilling."

Immortal Jinting returned to the courtyard, and the five white tails turned into smoke, covering all the senses.

He took out the moon phase instrument, and there appeared one after another like dense incantations, which were the names and taboos of rampant gods.

He waited quietly, and soon, on the death certificate, a name dimmed, indicating that the life of the owner of the name had expired.

died.

Then, one name after another faded, and the names transformed by the qi machine continued to disperse like flying smoke, leaving behind dim ashes.

(End of this chapter)