As soon as the sky was dawn, Wang Er brought incense offerings and came to worship under the big willow tree.

This time, I knew it was amazing and was trembling with every move. After I put in incense, I quickly bowed and kowtowed, making a "bang" sound. Although it was the land, it even kowtowed and bleeding.

While I was praying, my eyes suddenly lit up and I came to a place. When I looked closely, it was a lobby.

I saw Fang Ming sitting in the middle of the Shigong uniform, looking bright and majestic. There were two people standing on the left and right, which were the black and white evil ghosts in my dream last night. I immediately felt weak, I knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Grandpa, please spare my life, I know my mistake, I will never dare to do it again!"

Fang Ming smiled slightly and asked, "Are you sincere in saying this?"

Wang Er kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Heart is sincere, sincerity!"

"Seeing that you are willing to repent, I will not arrest you tonight. I will punish you to build a temple for this God and make the body of God. Are you convinced?"

Wang Er complained, "The villain is poor and may not succeed. I hope God will be kind."

Fang Ming said: "The temple does not need to be big, it can be about 100 meters long. Although the divine body is expensive, just clay sculptures are fine. Do you understand?"

Wang Er did not agree at this time, and thanked him: "Thank you, God, I will make a temple for God."

As soon as these words came, my eyes lit up and I returned to the willow tree. I knew it was amazing just now, so I quickly kowtowed again. After all the sacrifices, I hurried back to the village to prepare for the construction of the temple.

Fang Ming smiled and thought that he had spent five pieces of divine power just now. It was because Wang and the other two were weak and were extremely afraid of him, so he could only practice this daydream method. I thought that the temple body would be in a temple soon, so I couldn't help but feel very happy.

In a blink of an eye, it was March 14th.

There is already a small land temple under the willow tree. This temple is only about a meter square, but it is extremely exquisite. In the temple is a clay statue wearing a classical costume, with the face of the statue three-part similar to Fang Ming.

After the method of dealing with Wang Er, the villagers became more awe of the land god. The incense in front of the temple was endless, and people visited them from time to time.

Fang Ming stood in the temple, looking at the surrounding environment, very satisfied.

On that day, Wang Er immediately prepared the temple matters after he returned. He also wanted to add carpenter skills. He immediately found a piece of good wood and started cooking.

He spent another ten cents to ask the village bricklayer to make a sculpture. He only remembered Fang Ming's face three points, but he was very impressed by his dress in a classic Shigong uniform.

The official positions of Daqian are divided into nine ranks and eighteen ranks. There are also the first level of officials who are not in the rank of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks of the ranks

Dianshi is the leader of all officials in the county and has extremely powerful power. If you join forces with the Six Divisions, you can almost put the county magistrate in the face of the county magistrate. In addition, it can be hereditary, but the county magistrate is appointed every three years. Therefore, in the countryside, there are many people who do not recognize the county magistrate, but never do not know Dianshi.

Fang Ming knew that he was just a poor god now. If he was given sacrifices by the county magistrate, it would damage his energy, so it would be better to have a classical costume. In addition, it is very convenient to use the power of classical history to suppress the foolish people.

Sure enough, after the temple was placed on the 19th day of the 19th day of the 19th day of the temple, the incense was rising day by day, and the divine power in the body had already grown into a ball, and the body was no different from that of ordinary people, but it was still impossible to appear in the world.

When he was building the temple, he went to the dream to teach Wang Er a face-to-face opportunity, and asked Wang Er to lay the temple territories in a stake. In addition, the temple was very small, so a few people could move it and leave it for later use.

Fang Ming walked around the temple again and found that it was two acres in size, divided into lobby, backyard, and wing rooms on both sides. He was immediately full of joy.

After the temple was completed and received incense, the inside changed, opening up a small space to allow Fang Ming to live, and there was magical inside. It turned out that Fang Ming had to consume a little divine power a day, and only consumed a little in the temple for two days, which made Fang Ming amazed.

Fang Ming knew that although this space was similar to the cave heaven, it was a pity that it was very different. This place should be a territory of gods, which existed according to the temple, and the temple would be destroyed if it was destroyed. The cave heaven was more similar to the semi-plane in the West and would not cause any accidents due to damage to the connection point.

This Dharma Realm actually covers only about a meter in the Yang world. In essence, Fang Ming entered it after he narrowed down. It was just that the Dharma Realm had its own supernatural powers, which made people feel it.

However, with the existence of the Dharma Realm, sooner or later there will be its own cave, and even grow into a world. At this point, a raging flame appeared in Fang Ming's eyes.

After so many days of inquiry, he has already gained a general understanding of the world.

There is no underworld in this world, and humans and ghosts live together.

In the county and prefectures, there are officials and court fortunes above, and the county and government forces below suppress the military spirit. In the middle, there are grand families of various aristocratic families who have sacrificed their ancestors for hundreds of thousands of years. The ghosts cannot be approached, which is the most stable.

The villagers who farm outside live together as their tribes and worship their ancestors to protect themselves, which is generally safe.

The villagers are the most miserable, so the villagers' greatest wish is to have an official body and be protected by the official spirit. The second is to live in the city.

Unfortunately, there are family members in this world, similar to the Jin Dynasty. When officials are used, they are selected from the children of aristocratic families. There are also poor families who are eyeing them. Don’t underestimate the poor families. The poor families are small landlords, and they are not comparable to those of ordinary people. The gentry controls books and restricts the spread of knowledge. Therefore, it is extremely difficult to become an official and enter the system.

The ancestor spirits of this world are more similar to the earth-bound spirits. They are bound to the ancestral temple by a large amount of incense and willpower, which is almost the same as prison. They only have a simple use of divine power, without priesthood, and naturally do not have multiple magical powers.

In general, the divine way in this world has already taken shape and its foundation is even more solid, so it is not as critical as the talisman of the priest.

It is not a great luck to be able to come to this world. Fang Ming said silently in his heart, "I come to this world to open the way of gods!" As soon as this thought came out, he suddenly felt a trembling between heaven and earth. He savored it carefully, but it didn't seem to be an illusion.

Fang Ming didn't care about it. He had settled his mind and sat cross-legged, silently used his magical power, and waited for the opportunity.

As night fell, the wind seemed to be very strong, and the villagers of Qingyu Village couldn't help but tighten the sheets on the bed.

Fang Ming waved his hand and hid the temple, which was the case a few nights before.

After so many days of hardship, the luck of protecting the village has been shaky. If it is not broken tonight, there will be a big sacrifice tomorrow, so the day of breaking the village is tonight.

Fang Ming was prepared early. When the believers worshiped the Land Temple during the day, they secretly gave each person two strands of divine power to protect their bodies. Fortunately, there were not many believers, only more than thirty people, which could be kept for a while and would have their own uses at that time.

At this time, ghosts had gathered, and the leader was a man with a scar on his face, which looked extremely ferocious.

The big man looked around and shouted, "I should be a hero in life, and I should be a ghost hero in death. Brothers, when I break this village, everyone can let go of food, then take advantage of the victory to pursue it, and then break Qingshan Village and Dachang Village. We will definitely advance because of this, and then surrender to the Ghost King, and not lose to the free luck in the world!"

The ghosts responded with a loud bang, and their morale was extremely strong. Then they began to attack the light curtain. After only two waves of charge, the light curtain shattered and the ghosts cheered loudly.

When the light curtain was broken, everyone in Qingyu Village woke up, and each felt like a disaster was coming.

Muramama Wang Ying was already sixty-five years old, and his face was pale at this time. He summoned his family and said, "This feeling...it's not wrong. If there is a problem with the altar in the village, there will be evil ghosts. We will be in trouble." As soon as this was said, everyone in the house looked pale.

"No...no, then...but it's a disaster to destroy the village." The eldest son Wang Qiao's voice trembled.

"Nothing is wrong, Erqiao, go and take the donkey out. Daqiao, take Qing'er away quickly, leave a thread of blood for my Wang family. Remember, run towards Qingxi Township, don't look back, don't stop!"

"Father..." Wang Qiao knelt in pain, burst into tears. However, he was still driven out of the door and rode on the donkey. Looking at his nephew who was only six years old in his arms, he gritted his teeth, whipped the donkey, and rushed into the darkness with a long cry. He clenched his hands unknowingly.

Wang Ying leaned against the door, looked at the faint back, and prayed silently in his heart, "Blessing our ancestors, we will leave a thread of incense for our Wang family!"

Then he felt a gloomy wind blowing on his face, and a white light flashed on his body and bounced away. Before he could come back to his senses, a few gloomy winds blew on him. He suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. The black air flashed, leaving only a mummy.

The family was shocked, and then they heard strange laughter, and black gas rushed on...

The entire Qingyu Village has fallen into dire straits.

After Wang Er woke up, he saw a few lights in the village lights, and felt a cold wind blowing on his face. He heard the screams nearby, and his heart was cold, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall, and he had only one sentence in his heart to turn:

"Ghosts slaughter the village".

This great fear hidden in the hearts of the villagers made him soak his back sweat. He forced himself to stand up and wanted to run away from the village, the farther away the better.

At this time, a black gas pounced on it, and with a "bang", it bounced away, and a faint cry of pain came.

A flash of divine power on Wang Er's body gave him a clarity and he quickly paid homage to the east of the village:

"Thank you for your blessing from the God of Land."

I also had the strength under my feet, so I ran to the east end of the village without hesitation.

Along the way, he met many villagers. Seeing the familiar faces that were once seen as the black air pounced on him, he fell several times, cut his hands and shed blood.

But at this time, I didn’t care about these things, even if I climbed, I had to climb over. I went to the big willow tree in three steps at once, and was shocked.

There was a dark kneeling in front of the temple. After a closer look, there were almost all the believers, and more than 30 villagers, looking shocked.

Wang Er also knelt down and prayed silently: "God of Land, please save our village!"

Fang Mingwei looked at it and found that the believers were basically all there. After all, ghosts bully the weak and fear the strong, and have better goals and will not fight with the believers.

In addition, there were 67 villagers, and they knew that they had already accounted for half of the village at this time. With a thought, they used the method of dreaming.

The villagers fainted and had already arrived at a lobby. Seeing Fang Ming wearing a public uniform, standing high above him, emitting majesty. He immediately bowed: "Please ask the God of Land to save my village from danger!"

I heard the clear and jade-like voice above saying, "I have the responsibility to protect the land and will do my best. But there is a problem. I will not save the people in the village if I am not the main sacrifice of your village."

I saw a man bowing again and recognize Su Hu, who is the second largest family in the village, and asked: "Dare you ask the gods, how can you become the main sacrifice in my village?"

"You can just move my temple into the village and place it on the altar. You can decide on this matter at your own discretion."

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone was dizzy again. Looking around, they were still kneeling in front of the Land Temple. They remembered the rumor that Wang Er worshipped the gods a few days ago. They thought they were chatting but didn't want this to happen.
Chapter completed!