The first cause of all realms

Chapter 901 Four waste stars, Wang Lingguan!

The ceremonies of receiving and guiding Daoguo are varied, but it seems that setting up temples and enshrining gods belongs to the most common category.

Among the various districts in Qianshanfu City, the district dedicated to worshiping gods is the largest. There are thousands of temples of various types in it, but most of them have few incense sticks and many abandoned ones.

It is difficult to be a human being.

It is also difficult to be a god.

This was Yang Jue's heartfelt sigh after he walked through the entire area of ​​worshiping the gods.

In the whole area of ​​worshiping the gods, the place with the most incense is naturally the Longzi Temple. This dragon god in the river is endorsed by Wan Taojiang.

But other than that, if the incense is slightly better, it is a living temple, and the degree of incense is completely determined by the amount of rice and noodles given by the temple.

There are few incense sticks, and even abandoned temples are temples in the normal sense.

"Such a ruined temple requires a hundred taels of fine gold. Those officials are too black-hearted..."

Looking at the two or three dilapidated houses overgrown with weeds, Han Jiu couldn't help but want to yell.

"The size of the temple is actually irrelevant."

Yang Qiu didn't care much, he pushed aside the weeds growing in front of the temple, and saw a seriously faded temple couplet in front of the mottled temple gate.

With his eyesight, even if the damage is serious, he can still vaguely identify:

"If you have evil intentions, there is no benefit in letting you burn incense; if you keep your body upright, it doesn't matter if you don't worship me!"

"No wonder it's going to decline! The blessings of this temple, I'm afraid it's crazy..."

Han Jiu wanted to ridicule a few words, but saw that his master seemed to appreciate him, so he shut his mouth immediately.

"Go back and say hello, and bring the statue here. I'll clean it up here."

Yang Qiu spoke suddenly and sent Han Jiu away.

The latter scratched his head, his heart skipped a beat, he was a little apprehensive, but he didn't dare to explain, and retreated sullenly.

"Cuck!"

From the open sleeve robe, the little toad jumped out. In the past, every time it came out, it was either for spirit energy or to make a fuss.

At this time, it seemed very quiet.

It hopped into the ruined temple, where there were swarms of snakes and rats, dust and cobwebs all over the place, inside the dilapidated temple, the statues had long lost their original appearance.

"Cuck!"

In front of the stone platform, the little toad squatted blankly, looking at the statue. After a long while, he yelled angrily and jumped back into his sleeve robe.

No matter how much Ren Yangju shouted, he remained silent.

"This temple..."

Yang Jue narrowed his eyes slightly.

An old voice came from behind:

"This Lingguan Temple is one of the earliest temples in Qianshan City. I don't know who built the temple for a long time. Eight or nine hundred years ago, my ancestors took it from someone else and passed it to me. It has been more than 900 years. Instead of..."

A white-haired old man led an immature child into the ruined temple. Behind him, Han Jiu was calling to carry the statue and clean the weeds outside the temple.

"It turned out to be the Lingguan Temple."

From the reaction of the little toad, Yang Jue had guessed something, and at this moment he heard the old Miao Zhu speak, so he nodded.

"The old man's family has no money left, and can't afford to donate rice noodles to the believers. Besides, as a temple consecrator, he can't receive donations from other temples, because this temple will also be abandoned..."

Lao Miaozhu pulled out a few weeds, with a complex and respectful expression:

"This old man built the temple to welcome the arrival of Daoguo, right?"

"good."

Yang Yu nodded.

Most of the many temples in Jicheng District are for receiving Dao Fruit, which is naturally no secret to Temple Zhu.

"Fine gold, don't want it."

Lao Miaozhu stroked the hair bun of the boy beside him:
"This child has learned a lot from me. After a few years, he can also be a temple blessing. If you don't mind, please accept it together..."

Yang Jue glanced at him casually, and found that the child was only five or six years old, timid, and seemed very timid:

"For a supernatural power master at such an age, it's a shame to be a temple congratulatory."

Under Tongyou, he can see the child's fate at a glance. There are five fates, four white and one red, and the red one is the fate changed after Daoguo recognized the master.

However, this level of fate is extremely rare, useless...

【Yuanben】

【Fate: Four Wastes】

【Number of Fate: Four Whites and One Red】

【Four wastes into life (light red), halfway abandoned (white), beginning but never ending (white), accomplishing nothing (white), dull and dull (white)】

【Four Wasted Stars (God) of Ten Capitals】

[There is no talent for mending the sky, no talent for helping the world, no talent for being a man, no talent for cultivating the Tao...]

[Supernatural power: none]

Yang Qiu couldn't help but take another look.

From Shanhai to Longquan, he has never seen such a useless rank and fate, and what is even more outrageous is that this is a rank without magical powers...

"he……"

Lao Miaozhu opened his mouth and sighed wryly:
"Is this child a master of supernatural powers? Although he has attained the fruit of the Dao and recognized his master, he has no supernatural powers..."

Does it count?

Yang Ju didn't know what to say, but after thinking about it, he said:

"At his age, he can't be a temple blessing, but he can stay in the temple and hold a lamp. However, you still accept the fine gold."

300 taels of fine gold, although it is a lot, but Yang prison will not take advantage of others.

Even though, this old man is dying.

Lao Miaozhu insisted on not accepting it. In the end, it was Han Jiu who came to smooth things over and took one-third of it. The rest was stored in the temple and handed over to him when Yuanben came of age.

"Little old man, I wish the master a complete success and become a god..."

The old temple wished thousands of kindness and thanks, leaving behind the reluctant little boy Yuanben, and left alone, with no worries, his steps became much lighter.

"Brothers, hurry up, finish it quickly, Master Yu invites us to Xianrenju for a meal!"

Han Jiu greeted.

"Got it!"

Five big men with shirtless arms lifted up the statue and cleaned it swiftly. When the sky was about to darken, the front and back were completely new.

Yang Qiu would never break his promise, and asked Han Jiu to lead a few people to Xianrenju for a drink.

Yuan Ben, who was silent and silent, followed Yang Qiu step by step, and did not say a word until the latter sent him back to the wing.

No crying, no fuss, no talking, quiet like a child of this age.

"call!"

After closing the temple door, Yang Ju was pacing in the courtyard, under the bare old tree, there was a faceless statue of Lingguan.

"Buddhist Wei Tuo, Taoist Wang Lingguan. Before ancient times, the two most famous Dharma protectors in the sky and sea world..."

Yang Qiu spoke suddenly.

"Cuck!"

Inside the sleeve robe, the three-legged little golden toad jumped out again, looking at the faceless god statue, tears came out of its small eyes:

"No, no. There is no more Wang Lingguan in this world, and if there is, it's not him, it's not him..."

The little toad wailed, very sad, this time, it didn't forget, and didn't accept the Yunling Talisman handed over by Yang Jue.

After a long while, he sobbed and said:
"When the catastrophe comes, the guardian god will die first. Wei Tuo, Vajra, Lingguan, and Heavenly King...he must go to die, must go..."

Yang Jue is not very good at comforting people, but comforting a magic weapon is really beyond the standard. After thinking about it, he asked:
"If he doesn't go, can he live?"

"Cuck!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and after a pause, the little toad cried even louder:

"Dao Zun is dead, he, he must be dead too..."

"..."

Now, Yang Ju didn't bother to persuade him anymore, he took a few steps forward, suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed a cloud of gray mist from behind the statue of the Lingguan.

"Yeah~"

The sharp and ear-piercing cry overwhelmed the crying of the little toad, who was in a trance at first, and then became furious:
"You brat, dare to bully the Lingguan?!"

The three-legged golden toad rushed forward angrily, about to smash the mist gathered by these little ghosts, but he didn't want to be pointed at the ground by Yang Yuyi.

"you!"

The little toad was furious.

"Have you forgotten the temple couplet in front of the Lingguan Temple?"

Yang Jue's casual words made the little toad freeze, and he spread his palms. In the mist, there was a little ghost about a foot long and wearing a bellyband.

"This brat doesn't want to bully the Lingguan, but there is nowhere else to go in the city other than this temple..."

Yang prison said.

When he came to this world, he actually saw very few ghosts.

In Jianshan City, the spirit energy is too strong, and there are formations, people die and souls are destroyed, and there are very few soul bodies left.

The fact that this little ghost came here must be due to the devout prayers of spiritual officials, and the aura in this temple can accommodate ghosts.

If it is replaced by other things that cannot be tolerated, I am afraid that it will be wiped out immediately.

Incense, itself, also has power, and it is fierce to the soul and body.

"Tell me, how did you get here?"

Yang Yu asked softly.

The moment the little devil was caught, the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art faintly fluctuated, but this did not seem to be a calamity...

Martial arts practice, until the entrance is opened, one can perceive misfortunes and blessings in the dark, and this perception becomes more keen and clear after he attained the martial arts and mastered eight or nine profound arts.

At this moment, in this kid, he seems to have noticed something that is beneficial to him...

"Wow~"

The little ghost seemed to be frightened, crying out of breath:

"Mother, I'm afraid, it hurts, I'm afraid..."

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

Yang Jue restrained his breath and blood energy, slowed down his voice, and the invisible aura dissipated, and the little toad's anger dissipated immediately.

It was a little startled, not because of the aura that can change emotions, but because of the legendary Kuixing who devours ghosts, how could...

Under the peaceful aura, the little ghost became quiet, and slowly stretched out its huddled body, but it seemed that it couldn't speak, coming and going, only calling 'mother'.

It seems that this is the only obsession...

"Not afraid, not afraid..."

Yang Jue softly comforted the brat, and lightly touched the center of his brow with his fingers:
"Tell me, how did you get here..."

hum!
The moment he touched the little ghost's eyebrows, Yang Jue half-closed his eyes. He focused his attention and followed the unsettling fluctuations.

A scene seemed to unfold before his eyes.

It was a shabby house, not big, but there lived a family of four, a drunk father, and an old woman praying devoutly with her child in front of the table:
"Lingguan bless, bless my grandson, bless my grandson..."

"Worship God, give me the doll..."

The young woman snatched the child from the old woman, pushed the door open, and handed the child to the scrupulous middle-aged man:
"Be good baby, be good baby, it's your blessing to serve Long Zi, don't cry, don't cry..."

"Beneficiary Lin's family once again enshrined a soul boy, giving three taels of gold, ten taels of silver, twenty shi each of rice and noodles, and a hundred catties of meat..."

"Da Lin, you are very good. If there are more rewards in the coming year, there will only be more rewards..."

"My lord, walk slowly, walk slowly..."

"Haha, so many, much more than the previous few times..."

"Lingguan, save my grandson..."

The intermittent sound came through the ghost's soul.

"mother……"

boom!
The picture blurred for a moment, as if the scene had changed, and immediately, the picture fluctuated violently.

"Mom, it hurts..."

In the mood of extreme fear, the sound of clinking cups of wine accompanied by loud laughter followed:

"Delicious! Of all the ingredients, this one is the most delicious! No, it's the unparalleled cooking skills of the young master, the best in the world..."

"Hahaha!"

　Hmm... I guess there is no Chapter 3 anymore, the dog's hair is dizzy when I write it, it's hard to handle...

　
(End of this chapter)