Not to mention the day when Black Impermanence killed the ghost that pretended to be the City God in front of everyone.
Just that one time when Lord Shing Wong entered the dream, the fate of countless good families was completely changed.
It was enough to make the people of Jinling believe in the existence of the City God.
However, the Shing Wong Temple today was slightly different.
Beside the Black and White Impermanence, there was also the huge Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
Holding the steel fork and shackles, an invisible pressure assaulted his face.
On both sides of the altar stood two generals in costume.
His face was green and red.
His eyes were fierce and his face was filled with anger, as if he wanted to devour someone.
As for the armored Nether soldiers of the past.
At this moment, they were all riding tall horses.
The black warhorse raised its front hooves high.
The ghost soldier held the reins with one hand and the long saber with the other, as if he was about to charge.
Many people began to take photos with their phones and spread the scene in the temple online.
The Ghost Control Bureau naturally received the message immediately.
However, other than the changes in the statues in the temple, nothing else had happened.
Therefore, he could only organize these photos and seal them into a file.
In the paper shop.
Su Hen lay on the rattan chair with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.
However, in reality, his consciousness had already landed on the Shing Wong statue.
He controlled the Dharma Idol to check on the people who were paying their respects.
Examining the faces of all living beings and sensing their prayers was a compulsory course for gods.
Some people prayed for their wealth.
There were also people who prayed for their families to live a long and healthy life.
There were also many elderly people praying for their children and grandchildren.
No one was forcing him to collect fees.
There was only an old temple priest serving beside the statue, occasionally helping to put the sandalwood incense into the incense burner.
However, all the people who prayed for blessings contributed their own thoughts at the same time.
Those who had money would put some coins into the box.
Those who didn't have money would put a few fruits and pastries on the offering table.
Su Hen controlled his Dharma Idol and sat behind the offering table.
The Eye of the Netherworld looked up and checked the merits and sins on these people.
The Life and Death Book was also opened in the System Space.
If the person who prayed had deep merit, it would be appropriate to satisfy some of his more reasonable wishes.
For example, recovering from his illness, or his children and grandchildren taking the college entrance examination.
Those who were entangled in sin would not fulfill their wishes.
Su Hen would also make some slight changes to the Life and Death Book so that their lives in the future would be filled with more difficulties and frustrations.
As for those ordinary people, he did not need to pay much attention to them.
After all, the City God was not a wishing machine.
Blessing also had to be given to different people.
"Are you being unreasonable?”
Outside the noisy Shing Wong Temple, a young girl's voice suddenly sounded.
Even though there was a hint of anger in his voice, it was still crisp and pleasant like an oriole.
Su Hen's gaze skipped over the people below and looked outside the door.
He saw a girl in a shirt and boots standing at the door. Her pretty face was filled with anxiety.
Yue girl?
Looking at that familiar face, Su Hen was a little surprised.
The girl was Chu Yue.
However, at this moment, the corner of her clothes was tightly grabbed by an old man, not allowing her to leave.
"What do you mean I'm unreasonable?"
The old man looked to be in his sixties, and most of his hair was white.
However, other than his turbid eyes, there was also a hint of tyranny and cunningness.
"You knocked me down, and now you're in the right?”
"Let me tell you, no way!"
"If you don't give me a satisfactory result today, it won't be over.”
The old man shouted, but his eyes revealed a smug look.
It seemed that he had earned a lot of money today.
This kind of eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl was the easiest to scare.
Moreover, looking at her branded clothes, her family must not be short of money.
Generally speaking, they would be afraid of trouble and choose to pay.
"How can you say such nonsense?" Chu Yue widened her eyes.”
"You clearly fell down just now. I saw that you were old, so I helped you up out of kindness and even helped you dust off.”
"Now you're saying that I was the one who hit you?"
As the two of them argued.
Some of the worshippers who had finished their worship also gathered around.
The righteous onlookers spoke up for Chu Yue.?
"That's right. The little girl has good intentions. How can you blackmail her?”
"Hurry up and leave. You're already so old and don't know shame.”
"That's right. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The Shing Wong Temple here is very effective.”
The people around him were all talking.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the old man directly lay on the ground and began to roll around and cry.
"You people, do you think I'm old and easy to bully?”
"Then why don't you just kill me? Just kill me here. Is there any justice left?”
The surrounding people were speechless.
It was quiet.
The old man's eyes flashed with pride. He looked at Chu Yue again and said,""You were the one who hit me!"
"Otherwise, why would you help me up when I'm not related to you?”
"Aiyo, I can't even feel my right leg now.”
"Whether it's private or public, you say it yourself.”
Chu Yue's face was red with anger.
There was no camera here.
In addition, everyone was here to worship the Shing Wong. Even if they took pictures and videos with their phones, they were also taking pictures of those statues.
Therefore, there was no evidence at all.
She looked around and suddenly said,"Alright, then do you dare to swear to Lord Shing Wong?”
The old man was stunned.
Chu Yue was the first to step into the temple and kneel on the futon.""Lord Shing Wong."
"If I really hit this old man, let me be struck by lightning!”
She had no other choice.
To be honest.
The old man was a little scared.
Although he had never personally seen Lord Shing Wong's manifestation.
However, during this period of time, he had heard many legends about the City God in Jinling City.
However, when he thought of the red banknotes.
The fear in the old man's eyes was replaced by greed.
He pretended that his right leg was not feeling well and limped into the temple.
He knelt on the futon beside him.
However, just as the old man raised his hand and was about to swear to the statue.
The old Miaozhu, who was standing beside the altar, suddenly spoke slowly.
"There are gods three feet above your head."
"You have to be careful when you swear to Lord Shing Wong.”
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