Luo Po Town.
In fact, this town was not called Luo Po Town. It was just that there were no valuable specialties or fertile land here. Because of poverty and desolation, it was jokingly called Luo Po Town by outsiders.
Hao was a beggar from Luo Po Town. He was 17 years old this year. He was wearing a tattered robe and holding a wooden stick as he staggered along the street, begging for someone to be kind and give him some food after not eating for four days.
However, in the era of warlords, the people living here were short of food and clothing. How could they give food to beggars?
"Have you heard? The Ren family town was giving out porridge. As long as they went to pay their respects to the Ren family's ancestor, they would have meat porridge to drink and receive silver!”
"Sigh, how many people can eat the porridge? There are so many beggars in the world. Before we can arrive, the porridge will be distributed.”
"That's true…"
The conversation of the pedestrians on the street attracted Hao's attention.
The Ren family town gave out porridge, but they still received silver?
Hao's spirits were lifted, like a bucket of cold water poured on a hot summer day. He immediately dragged his tired body and rushed in the direction of Ren Town.
Hao, who had been starving for a few days, only had one thought in his mind: Let's go to Ren Town and see what's going on!
The distance of a few miles seemed to have taken him half a lifetime. When he arrived at Ren Town, he was already panting and dizzy.
"May I ask if this is Ren Town?”
He grabbed a commoner at the edge of the city.
"Stinky beggar, get lost."
The man flew into a rage and kicked Hao away.
Hao, who was already hungry and thirsty, fell heavily to the ground. He felt that his consciousness was leaving his body and that his life was coming to an end.
After a while, he slowly regained control of his body.
"Do you want some water?"
A gentle voice rang in his ear. Hao opened his eyes and saw a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance standing beside him, handing him a bag of water.
The middle-aged man was wearing a thick and plain robe. His skin was dark and he looked like an ordinary citizen in the city, but his eyes were so gentle and filled with kindness.
Hao pursed his dry and cracked lips. He couldn't wait to take the water and gulped it down.
He was already extremely thirsty.
Hao burped contentedly after he emptied the water bag in one go. At this moment, he felt nervous and vigilant. He didn't know why this middle-aged man in front of him would help a sloppy beggar like him.
"Thank you, Ren family ancestor, for your blessing!"
The middle-aged man put his palms together and bowed to the sky. He said with relief,
"I almost thought you were dead just now.”
It turned out that this was a believer of the Ren family's ancestor.
What a good person…
Hao heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he felt a little strange.
It was not strange for rich people to build temples for their ancestors and give porridge to beggars so that they could say auspicious words.
But this middle-aged man in front of him didn't look like a beggar. Why was he joining in the fun of the Ren family?
"Thank you!"
However, he still expressed his gratitude and carefully handed the water bag back.
The middle-aged man took the water bag and said,"
"The Ren family gave porridge to the beggars in the town, but there were too many beggars, so they finished giving out the porridge in the morning. If you go over now, I'm afraid you'll make a wasted trip.”
Hao was silent for a moment before saying,"Thank you."
The middle-aged man continued,"
"But if you sincerely worship the Ren family's ancestor, he will bless you so that you won't starve again.”
Hao was even more confused.
Although everyone prayed to the gods for comfort, everyone knew that praying to the gods might not be useful.
It was rare for a middle-aged man to be so devoted to an ethereal deity.
"May I ask, which immortal is this Ren family's ancestor?”
Usually, those who built temples for their ancestors would say that their ancestors were working in the Underworld.
It was similar to a mountain god, a local god, or a night wandering god.
To put it bluntly, it was a method used by the nouveau riche to flatter their ancestors.
"The Ren family ancestor is Zombie God Nine Yin!”The middle-aged man said respectfully.
"Oh, so it's the Nine Yin Mountain…Mountain God?”Hao was dumbfounded.
He felt that the other party was referring to the 'Zombie God Nine Yin' but he suspected that he had heard wrongly.
"Zombie God Nine Yin!" "When Ancestor Ren was alive, he was kind and benevolent. After he died, he obtained an opportunity and became a zombie. He didn't forget to protect the people…"
Hao was shocked and looked around in panic. He didn't expect the middle-aged man to say such absurd words.
Fortunately, the pedestrians were in a hurry and no one paid attention to them.
The middle-aged man said,"
"Zombie God Nine Yin is the only living immortal, a good immortal who helps the people. Little brother, you are fated with our Ren Family Town, are you willing to worship the Zombie God Nine Yin with me?”
Zombie God Nine Yin?
Hao had never heard of this cult…If you asked him, he had never heard of it, so how did he know it was a cult?
Just by hearing the name!
"I…I don't believe in God. It has nothing to do with me what you believe!”
Hao said loudly. He didn't expect to meet a cult here.
As he spoke, he stood up and tried to leave the middle-aged man who spoke strangely.
The middle-aged man slowly followed behind him, his tone neither fast nor slow.
"You're starving to death. What are you afraid of? He would not lose anything if he believed her!”
"It's none of your business."
Hao only wanted to stay away from him, away from the followers of the Zombie God of Nine Yin who were spreading lies to deceive the masses.
Although the world was in chaos now, there were all kinds of beliefs.
However, the problem was that believing in zombies was too outrageous. If he was caught by the yamen, he might be charged with heresy and sentenced to death.
Although he was a beggar with a cheap life, he did not want to cause trouble.
"Little brother, Zombie God Nine Yin is a true god. If you don't believe me, I can bring you to Zombie God Nine Yin's church and you can see it for yourself.”The middle-aged man lowered his voice and did not give up the opportunity to preach.
Zombie God Nine Yin had a church?
This evil sect was too evil…Wait!
Hao suddenly had an idea.
" Perhaps I can pretend to sneak into Zombie God Nine Yin's church and report it to the government in exchange for a reward…"
Thinking of this, Hao suddenly stopped and looked at the middle-aged man,"
"Then, then I'll go and take a look.”
The middle-aged man said gratefully,
"Little brother, you will definitely believe in Zombie God Nine Yin.”
No, even if I die, even if I die on the way, even if I jump off the city walls, I will not believe in some Zombie God Nine Yin…Hao snorted coldly in his heart.
He silently followed behind the middle-aged man. The two of them passed through the streets and alleys and stopped in front of a church. The middle-aged man knocked on the door of a courtyard rhythmically.
After a while, the courtyard door opened and a white-haired old woman opened the door for them.
The two of them entered the courtyard and followed the old woman to the room beside them.
Pushing open the door of the room, a weak light poured in. Hao swept his gaze and saw more than twenty people in tattered robes sitting cross-legged on the futon. They put their hands together and closed their eyes, focusing and devoutly worshipping a statue.
Sitting in the middle of everyone was a Daoist priest.
A Taoist priest was leading a group of beggars to worship a zombie in a church…
There were too many flaws in this scene. For a moment, Hao didn't know where to start.
When the door was opened, the believers turned their heads to look back. The yellow-robed Daoist who was facing the door also looked over.
The middle-aged man took two steps forward and cupped his hands.
"Master Lin, I saved a fated person who believes in Zombie God Nine Yin.”
After saying that, he waved at Hao and gestured for him to come forward.
Hao walked forward while observing Taoist Lin.
This Taoist Lin had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyes were clear and gave off a righteous aura. He didn't seem to be an evil person.
This person was Lin Jiu.
"If we send this Daoist to the yamen, we should be able to receive a reward, right?”Hao thought to himself.
At this moment, he heard Lin Jiu say with a smile,"
"Benefactor's complexion is extremely bad, and his stomach is empty. Why don't you eat some vegetarian food first, then I'll tell you about the Nine Yin Zombie God.”
There was actually food? Hao thought to himself, this is great. Before I expose you to the yamen, I'll eat you for free.
The white-haired old woman quickly brought over a stack of steamed buns and a bowl of water.
Hao wolfed down the food and soon solved the problem of food and clothing.
Lin Jiu watched all of this with a smile. He turned to look at Ren Weiyong's stone statue with a confused look in his eyes.
I've already done as you've arranged, but can you really make the world believe in you like this?
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。