Ming Dynasty, Hongwu eighth year.
An Yanyuan, who was thirty-two years old, had a long beard. He lay on the wooden bed and stared at the wooden beam with lifeless eyes.
"I'm going to die…I've transmigrated for so many years, and I've got nothing in the end…but I didn't live my life in vain.”An Yanyuan muttered to himself, and then the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
After An Yanyuan's death.
Inside and outside the house, there were cries, boys and women crying, white strips hanging on the door of the house.
Cang County's great scholar, An Yanyuan, who was righteous and benevolent, died of loneliness. A month after his death, there were still people who shed tears.
In the same year, Zhu Yuanzhang, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty, issued an edict.
"Mr. An lived a righteous life. He raised 3,000 disciples, treated money as soil, and gave away money to save people more than 3,000 times. He is worthy of singing and praising. He is specially conferred the title of Cang County's 'City God Yong Rubo' as a fourth-grade scholar…He has the power to do good and do evil, and he has the power to create life and death…"
A medium-sized Shing Wong Temple was built, and An Yanyu's mud statue was placed in the middle.
Spring passed and autumn came, and dynasties changed.
The willow tree planted in front of the temple grew healthily. In spring, the willow branches fluttered, and in winter, the dry branches hung with white snow...
Times were changing.
Cang County was constantly changing. This City God Temple had experienced many disasters, been destroyed, baptized by war, renovated, and worshipped many times. It had witnessed the growth of generations and observed the world.
Hua calendar, Gengzi year July 5.
Cang City was the name of Cang County in later generations. The southern and eastern areas of Cang City were connected.
Yongru Bo City God Temple.
Today was the birthday of the City God, and the temple fair was held. Every year, many people would come at this time. The older generation would prepare incense and offerings early to pay their respects.
As it was close to the Qixi Festival on July 7th, many young couples came to the temple fair together.
In the main hall of the temple.
The City God Lord, Yong Ru Bo An, was located in the hall. The mud statue was simple and unadorned, with slight fine lines that had been there for a long time.
The most recent renovation was 20 years ago. It was a small renovation and a new repair. A skilled craftsman was hired to paint the clay statue of the Shing Wong.
"Lord Shing Wong, please bless our child to do well in the college entrance examination next year.”
A middle-aged mother was kneeling on a praying mat. She raised three incense sticks above her head and kept chanting.
"Child, why aren't you saying goodbye?" The middle-aged mother frowned and nagged when she saw her child looking around and occasionally playing with his phone.
"Oh."
The high school student responded and bowed respectfully.
Since he was young, he had been influenced by his mother to worship gods and buddhas. As a young man of the new era, he did not dare to be disrespectful to gods and ghosts. He maintained a sense of reverence. It was just that his nature was fun. There was nothing he could do about it. Fortunately, he still had the basic reverence for gods and ghosts. Many people maintained a respectful attitude towards gods and ghosts.
There were also people kneeling on the futons beside him.
It was a silver-haired granny with a kind face." Lord Shing Wong, our family…"
Two young men around the age of 25 stood behind the old lady.
One of them had an ordinary face and a slightly plump figure, while the other looked handsome and wore glasses.
" Xiangxiang, come and pay your respects to Lord Shing Wong. You're already 25 and 26, but you still can't find a girlfriend. Please pay your respects to Lord Shing Wong so that you can find one quickly…"
"Little Wen, come and say goodbye too. You're not young anymore.”
The chubby young man and the bespectacled man nodded and bowed obediently.
The granny took a look and began to place the offerings. She nimbly took out some longevity gold from the bag and rubbed it with both hands.
The slightly plump youth stood up after bowing and whispered to his companion.
"How long do you think it will take for me to find a wife after paying my respects?”
The bespectacled man stood up and was stunned for a moment. Then, he rolled his eyes at the slightly plump young man." As a ghost controller, I suggest you spend money to buy one instead of finding a wife.”
As he spoke, he looked at the clay statue of Lord Shing Wong and then retracted his gaze. He sighed softly." If Lord Shing Wong is really spiritual, I don't want a girlfriend. I only hope that Lord Shing Wong can get rid of all those malicious ghosts and evil spirits."”
The chubby youth smiled bitterly.
" You…" He didn't know how to retort.
In the past, he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he still maintained his reverence. But now, he revered ghosts, but he had lost hope in gods. There were only ghosts in the world, and no gods.
The bespectacled man shouted and followed his grandmother, preparing to burn the longevity money.
They left.
The people behind them filled their empty seats and offered incense.
" Lord Shing Wong, my husband's business is not doing well this year…"
"My child is about to graduate. Lord Shing Wong, please bless him to find…"
"After that, we'll donate 200 yuan.”
"Go get some incense ashes and wrap it up. This bag has to be placed in your wallet, okay? Don't lose it.”
Voices of prayers rang out in the temple. Everyone, men and women, old and young, had their own wishes, some for themselves, and some for their families.
An Shiyuan heard many voices.
Where…am I…
Did I die and go to the netherworld…
The two young men conversed. The middle-aged mother prayed piously for her child. Someone prayed for his health. The praying scenes in the City God Temple were reflected in An Yuanyuan's mind.
Everything was so clear, every single detail could be seen from different angles, like fragments flying in the darkness.
The next moment, An Yanyuan opened his eyes.
All the images disappeared, and in their place was him standing in a high position, looking at the temple hall that was filled with people. Incense was burning brightly, and sandalwood incense floated under his nose.
An Changyuan took a deep breath.
Two wisps of invisible incense smoke entered his nose, making his eyes brighter and his vision clearer.
" I'm…" An Shiyuan was slightly stunned. Countless memories flooded into his mind.
At this moment, a voice sounded. It seemed to come from his mind, but also from his soul. It was more like it came from the void.
"Ding! Daily check-in system has been officially activated. 9% loaded…"
A moment later.
An Shiyuan watched as the 9% rose steadily, becoming 99% in the blink of an eye and 100% in the next moment.
Host: An Yanyuan.
[Identity: Lord Shing Wong]
[Mystical Power: Ninth-Grade Incense Body of Merit.]
An An Yuan smiled bitterly when he saw the attribute panel in his mind…
As Lord Shing Wong, he knew exactly what era it was." What's the big deal about me…I only got the system six or seven hundred years after I died?”
He had transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty and lived for decades before dying. He had once fantasized about obtaining the system, but he had never obtained it until he died. In the end, he had let it go. Now, the system had actually only officially activated six or seven hundred years after his death. He was really…a good guy.
At this moment.
An Yanyuan smiled, but he was not very excited. On the contrary, his identity and environment made him more curious and excited.
Is this my original world? Or a parallel world?
This thought surfaced in An Yanyuan's mind.
"I haven't signed in today. Do you want to sign in?”
The voice in his mind sounded again…
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