Fang Ming watched coldly, watching the scattered incense on the ground, and the surroundings gradually became sneered. The helpless couple Qi and his wife couldn't help but sneer.

Gods are the importance of both kindness and power, and they are not enough to be herders.

He supported Qi Da's couple for many years, but now he was just a threat from a gangster, which made Qi Da's heart shake. Qi Da's line of faith had already appeared and was almost broken.

If he knew that he would not resolve the problem as soon as possible, he would feel resentful after Qi Da paid the money. What was ridiculous is that he would not resent Wang Er. He would only hate himself for not retribution for Wang Er, causing him to lose fifty cents, but forgot who gave him one hundred cents!

Just so happens that I am thinking about finding someone to establish my authority recently. Being kind and power is the kingly way, so that the villagers can know the power of retribution from the gods, so that they can deepen their faith, so that they will not betray them easily. Wang Er bumped into it. Isn’t this God’s will?

Moreover, there may not be no one behind Wang Er! Humph!

After watching, the villagers went to do farm work. It was spring plowing. In addition to sacrifice, eating and sleeping, farmers basically soaked in the fields. This is the lifeline of the year.

Most of them are tenants. If the harvest is not good, they will inevitably be forced by the landlords to come to the door to force their debts. At that time, they may be able to sell their children or their ancestral land, and they will lose their family.

Fang Ming walked around the village casually, looking for small objects from time to time.

Before I knew it, I saw farmers sowing spring seeds and serving the land. I was so busy that I couldn't wipe it off and let it drip into the land.

Fang Ming looked at it silently and couldn't help but think of a sentence "It's noon to hoe the crops, and sweat drips into the soil." This sentence describes the hardships of farmers. At this time, from another perspective, it feels even more in my heart.

He was a ghost at this time, so he was not afraid of being discovered. He approached an old farmer and looked carefully and found that the agriculture in this world was quite advanced and not inferior to the level of the Song Dynasty.

Suddenly, I saw the transparent gray shadow from afar. I knew it was a ghost, so I leaned on it.

I saw two ghosts, both dressed up by farmers, one was chasing and the other was escaping. The one who escaped was a boy with an ordinary face, "floating around" in a panic. The man chasing him looked ferocious, almost like an evil ghost. After catching up with the boy, he went forward to bite him.

The boy dissipated like smoke after being bitten, while the man swallowed in big mouthfuls, extremely satisfied. The scattered smoke took the opportunity to turn into a boy again, but it was more scattered than before and almost became human.

When he saw Fang Ming, he shouted: "Brother, run away quickly, this person bites him when he sees him, he is already crazy!"

The man finished swallowing at this time, turned his head and saw that the evil light in his eyes scattered. When he saw Fang Ming, he was even more happy.

Fang Ming has used his divine power silently in the past few days and has some experience in the use of divine power. He is eager to try it out, but he is not afraid at the moment. As soon as his mind moves, a trace of divine power in his body turns into white light and covers his whole body.

The big man was bounced on it and flew straight out with a white light, screaming repeatedly. Fang Ming walked forward and stepped on the big man. When he saw the big man roaring wildly, he saw no trace of mind, like a wild beast, he couldn't help but sigh, a white light flashed under his feet, and the big man screamed and turned into black smoke.

At this time, the white light was also exhausted. Fang Ming nodded slightly, knowing that a trace of white divine power could only support the battle for about thirty breaths, but he didn't know if there was any impact on destroying the ghost just now. He thought about it and continued the experiment.

The young man then stepped forward timidly and said, "The body protection divine light that seemed to be a living person just now, why does the brother have it?"

"Oh, the divine light of protecting the body, I don't know. It's just that I do many good deeds in front of me, and I think I can have this merit to protect myself."

The matter of the land talisman is Fang Ming’s biggest secret. Of course, I can’t say it. I thought to myself that the Land Lord is also called the God of Merit and Deity, isn’t it protected by merit? I am not fooling you.

But my heart moved and I had a little more guess about the village altar.

I went up to talk to the boy again, and soon I found a lot of information.

The young man is named Zhao Xin. He is the son of Masashi Masashi of the neighboring village. He has been loved since childhood and has read several books. Unfortunately, he died of illness two days ago. He was nostalgic for his family, but was bombarded out of the village by white light. Fortunately, he did not meet the first day of the 1st and the fifteenth festival, otherwise he would be scattered on the spot.

Waiting for his father at the entrance of the village, but the other party turned a blind eye to him. Only then did he know that humans and ghosts had different paths, and when they were close, they would be bounced away by white light. I remembered a travel notation that said, "The living have the energy to protect the body, can protect the security and avoid the spirits." At that time, he thought it was a joke, but now he knows the truth.

The boy walked aimlessly and unexpectedly entered a forest. He saw the man eating another ghost. After being discovered, he was chased here.

At this time, the relationship between the two was close, so Fang Ming asked: "Do you know why the big man is like this?"

"It seems that I started eating the soul in order to live a few more days, but at the beginning, I couldn't stop."

Zhao Xin squatted on the ground, and with his hands across the grass. After thinking about it, he said again: "I have seen it in the book that ghosts can be caused by the yin energy or other ghost energy and will last forever. At this time, they will be called evil spirits. You should ask the monks and Taoists to do rituals quickly, otherwise it will cause a great disaster. I think he is an evil spirit."

Fang Ming nodded, admired Zhao Xin's erudition very much. When asked about current affairs, Zhao Xin missed the truth. Except for knowing that this year was the ninth year of Yonghe, which is located in Wenchang Prefecture, Wuzhou, he knew nothing. It turned out that he only liked to read different aspirations, but he couldn't concentrate on studying the orthodox scriptures, and was criticized by his father for this.

Fang Ming was about to make a joke when a breeze blew, and the young man's body suddenly turned into ash smoke and dissipated with the wind.

Fang Ming was shocked, and then he was speechless. He immediately understood that Zhao Xin was bitten by the man and had gone through the oil. Looking at the wisps of gray smoke, experiencing the great horror of this world, he didn't know what it felt in his heart. Suddenly, two lines of tears flowed down.

It was night. After dark that day, there was almost no sound in the village, and there was no light.

At this time, oil lamps are used. The oil essence of lamps is expensive, so how can they be used frequently? At this time, farmers work from sunrise and rest from sunset.

Fang Ming looked around the village. At this time, there were already many gray shadows peeking at it, and the altar in the village emitted white light, resisting the ghosts.

I know that ghosts like shade, and this is the scene of hundreds of ghosts walking at night. After careful observation, I saw that there were some farmers in the village who miss their relatives, so I came here to check it out.

Some of them are strong and arrogant, and they are integrated into a group to impact the white light. At this time, the white light does not have the power of the great sacrifice, and can only passively bounce the ghosts away, but the ghosts are still persevering, so the white light fades away.

But after midnight, there was a change. The ghosts that were bounced at the beginning were almost invisible. The ghosts that were bounced out of shape now were just fainted and pounced on them again. Fang Ming frowned, and these ghosts seemed to have a vague pattern in the impact. The ghosts that started rushing at the beginning seemed to be first-class old and weak, and now they are the main force, and their hearts were jumping.

These ghosts rushed to the night, and occasionally the ghosts from the village came to dissuade them. They were immediately knocked down and forced to become vanguards. After a few rushes, they turned into flying smoke. It was heartbreaking to look at them.

Fang Ming hid aside, used a trace of divine power to turn it into invisible magic, secretly spyed, and found several lonely ghosts to try their hand. After knocking them down, he asked, and finally got the truth.

It turns out that ghosts are divided into ordinary ghosts, evil ghosts, evil ghosts, and ghost kings. If ordinary ghosts do not have great opportunities, they will die in seven days.

There are four ways to last for a long time.

First, eat other ghosts alive, but this method is easy to lose your mind and become a top-notch beast.

Second, absorb the popularity of living people. If the popularity is lost, even ghosts will not become ghosts, and their souls will be scattered. However, ghosts can stay in the world for a while and keep their minds. The more popular people you absorb, the stronger the ghosts will become, and they will become evil spirits and harm the countryside.

Third, there is a method to nourish qi and refine qi. Find a yin land and practice hard can also last for a long time.

Fourth, for the ancestors of the great surname, after their death, the clan members sacrificed their sacrifices or granted imperial edicts in court, and then became the ancestor spirit and united with the ancestral temple or altar. From then on, the incense will never be extinguished and will be immortal. Unfortunately, they cannot leave the ancestral temple or altar. If the sacrifice is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

Qingyu Village was built for refugees during the drought in the third year of Yonghe. There were many small families in the village, and there were no unified ancestors. During sacrifices, they could only be called "ancestors". There were no ancestor spirits to garrison the altar.

Whether or not there are ancestors guarding the altar, but it is very different.

Those with ancestors can freely mobilize the incense and voluntary power to defend themselves, and can also warn them when they are in danger. Villagers will actively replenish their protection energy after they use up. Those who do not have passive defense can only be passive and extremely rigid. They can only provide shelter during the high sacrifice and are easily compromised.

The shelter provided by this small altar can only defend against two ghosts. If the three ghosts are together, it will be unreasonable. Therefore, villagers rarely come out at night and protect themselves at home when it is dark.

The current group of ghosts just want to break the village and attract popularity.

The group of ghosts attacked the village and continued until the sky was about to dawn. The villagers got up to work in groups of three or three, without realizing that they had passed by death.

Fang Ming knew that at this speed, the altar would not last for the fifteenth sacrificial sacrifice, and then it would be a tragedy in the village. This was somewhat related to him. He had diminished the faith in the village and weakened the power of the altar.

But this is his chance.

Listening to the sudden screams in the village, I knew that the practice last night had worked, and I smiled coldly.

Last night, Fang Ming spent ten strands of divine power, which was half of his accumulation. He used the method of entering the dream, causing Wang Er to fall into the eighteen levels of hell in his dream for a full ten years, and to make his popularity weak. He will see a major change this morning.

Last night, when Wang Eryi entered, he dreamed that two evil ghosts, one black and one white, came to his body and sniffed: "Wang Er, you have evil to the God of Land. Now you have punished you to go to hell for ten years. You have experienced the torture of hell. Go!" He then put the iron chain on Wang Er's neck.

Wang Er wanted to resist, but he didn't expect that he would have no strength to persevere on weekdays. He couldn't help but beg for mercy: "Give up, spare your life, I will never dare to do it again!"

Hei and Bai Wuchang sneered and said, "I don't know the gods on weekdays and dare to offend them. Only then can I realize that there will be retribution."

He drilled underground and brought Wang Er into the underworld and enjoyed eighteen kinds of tortures. In this way, a full ten years have passed.

Wang Eryi woke up and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him. He almost felt like he was a human being. After struggling again, he found that he was so weak that he hurriedly climbed to the water tank and looked at the water, shocked.
Chapter completed!