This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 62 Mr. Xiaoge, You Have a Fate with Me in the West

Over Chaoge City.

33 Out of the sky, a figure with a big belly came through the void and entered the realm of the human world.

As soon as this figure entered the human world, luck from the surrounding world flocked to him.

He uttered the channel number, and the Sanskrit sounds burst out all over his body, and the golden light shone, instantly dispersing the luck in the world.

"What the sage said is true, luck in the world is comparable to the three teachings of Taoism."

Say it.

He rubbed his big belly, his mana converged, and he turned into a fat Taoist with a smile on his face.

As soon as the Fat Taoist's mana dissipated, the luck in the world around him also dissipated, only some of them were like thin threads, submerged into his soul.

"The misfortune of the world of mortals is really like a gangrene."

The fat Taoist clasped his hands together, uttered Sanskrit sounds in bursts, and golden rays of light emerged from his body, wiping away the gossamer of luck entangled in his primordial spirit.

"This trip to the world, I don't know how many years it will take to retreat."

The fat Taoist sighed and looked in front of him. A majestic city stood between the sky and the earth. He suppressed the shock in his eyes and blended into the crowd.

……

Chaoge City.

Wen Taishifu.

Hearing that the Grand Master was promoted to Xiangguo, Chaoge Manchu Wenwu came to congratulate him.

A door plaque that had been hanging since Wending was carefully lifted down by several people.

The door plaque was so heavy that the servants almost fell off the wooden ladder.

"Be careful! This is engraved by the former king Wending."

On the stone steps in front of the door, a handsome middle-aged man with an unshaven beard was startled and frantically tried to support him.

Bang! ! !
result.

The door plaque really fell off, and with a bang, it hit him directly underneath.

"Master!!"

The old servants around were scared to death, and a group of guards quickly lifted the door plaque.

"Be careful, be careful..."

Under the door plaque, a middle-aged man's vigilant voice came out. He was slapped on the ground by the door plaque, and he dragged the door plaque up with his face.

"Master, are you okay!"

Seeing the middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face, the old servant was so frightened that he hurriedly called the witch doctor.

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said indifferently:

"A little bit of flesh and blood, what's the point? It's not as important as His Majesty Wen Ding's authentic work..."

After all, he looked at the door plaque with the three big characters of "Xiangguofu" hanging on it, and praised with joy:

"As expected of a great king, these three characters have charm."

"Ahem... This is old Prime Minister Shang Rong's pen."

The old housekeeper reminded.

The middle-aged man laughed and didn't mind at all,
"The old prime minister's handwriting is also very charming."

"This is the first plaque of Xiangguo Mansion in the world after the Three Emperors and Five Emperors."

"With this plaque, who dare not give me Wentian face?"

"Ahem, dare to ask... is this the elder Xiaoge?"

Wen Tian, ​​a middle-aged man, was admiring the three big characters of Xiangguo Mansion, when suddenly a fat Taoist with a big belly came over with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.

He was wearing a green Taoist robe with wide sleeves and a huge sack wrapped around his waist. His two gray eyebrows fluttered in the wind, full of immortal charm.

Wen Tian stroked his stubble, took a serious look at the fat Taoist, and said:

"Outsider?"

The fat Taoist was startled, then smiled and said:

"The poor Taoist came from the West..."

Wen Tian responded:
"Oh, it's from Xiqi, and the congratulatory gift is on the west side."

The fat Taoist looked at the courtyard full of congratulatory gifts, the smile on his face froze, and he continued after a while:
"Poverty Dao doesn't come from Xiqi, but from Xitu, I'm here to find..."

"Not Xiqi?"

"Could it be Ren Fang or Rong Fang?"

"Hey, it's all the same. My son is busy with affairs now, so let's put down the congratulations and talk about it another day."

The fat Taoist was still about to speak, when he suddenly saw a burly young man stepping forward with his hands full of congratulatory gifts, and said with joy on his face:

"Little brother has met Senior Brother Wentian!"

"My father is busy and unable to come here, so I prepared two extra gifts to congratulate Uncle Wen on being promoted to the position of prime minister."

Wen Tian immediately put a smile on his face, clasped his fists and said:

"Oh, dear brother Evil, how is your father's health these days?"

Evil smiled and said:

"My father is in good health as usual."

Wen Tian praised:

"Uncle Fei Lian, it seems that he entered the court as an official in the same year as my father. I didn't expect that decades have passed, and his appearance is still the same as before. I'm really envious..."

Evil felt his heart skip a beat, he laughed and said:

"My father is only good at keeping his face, and his body is not as good as before."

Wen Tian laughed, and said:

"This son of a civil and military family in the Manchu Dynasty has become the descendants of you and me, and only you and I can be called brothers."

"It's really embarrassing."

Elai hurriedly dealt with a few words, put down the gift, and left in a hurry.

After Elai left, Wen Tian smiled thoughtfully, turned around and saw that Maitreya was still there, and wondered:
"Brother, what else is there?"

The fat Taoist was very patient, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. From what he saw, he put his palms together, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds rang out from his mouth.

"Pindao Tusita Tianlong Huadong Maitreya is also. The benefactor has a predestined relationship with me in the west. Would you like to join my sect, worship me as a teacher, and follow me to the west to cultivate the right fruit?"

The fat Taoist's voice fell, and bursts of golden light radiated from his body.

Everyone saw the golden lotus falling from his head, and a tall statue of a benevolent god appeared behind him.

next moment.

The faces of the guests who came and went showed obsession, and they were about to kowtow and kneel, but they were awakened by a sound of sneering.

Wen Tian laughed out loud, glanced at Mi Le angrily and said:

"Do you think I'm sick?"

"The donor is in good health and free from disease."

Taoist Maitreya's kind eyebrows showed a trace of doubt, and he looked at Wentian strangely.

This person clearly has no magic power, so why can he stay awake in his mantra.

Wen Tian sneered:

"Since I'm not sick, then you are sick."

"Now the mountain gods of the three mountains and five mountains are rushing to Chaoge to ask the king for titles."

"As the son of the chief assistant of the cabinet, everyone respectfully calls me Xiaoge Lao, and I take care of all common affairs on behalf of my father, even if the gods want to give me gifts."

"It's fine if you don't give gifts as a Taoist, but you still want me to worship you as a teacher?"

"Why is your face so big?"

"Go away, don't let me see you."

After Wen Tian finished speaking, a sincere smile appeared on his face like spring breeze and rain, and he walked towards an old man with his head held high.

"Uncle Shang, why are you here in person!"

"Why don't you take a look at the door plaque that the old man personally wrote?"

Shang Rong stroked his beard and smiled.

Maitreya still had a benevolent expression on his face, but there was a trace of coldness in the corner of his mouth, and mana surged in his eyes, and he looked at Wentian.

He found that Wen Tian had a strong human luck on his body.

"How could this be?"

"Wen Tian has no official position. He is just a grassroots person, but he is called Xiaoge Lao. How can he bear such a huge amount of luck in the world?"

"It's no wonder that the Sanskrit sound of Pindao couldn't get over him for a while."

Taoist Maitreya was shocked, knowing that it would take some effort this time.

The transmutation power of the Sanskrit music taught in the West is the power of enlightenment when the two saints made great vows to prove the Tao and become holy. This kind of power can be activated without mana, and can even transform the luck of the world.

As long as he uses the Sanskrit sound to transform Wentian and let him go with him willingly, he will not be entangled with luck in the world, and will not be contaminated by the misfortune of the world of mortals.

However, the time it takes for the mantra to transform a believer is related to the person's luck.

Maitreya Taoist's Sanskrit voice can make ordinary people in a city bow down.

But when you meet a person who is truly blessed with great luck, don't talk about it for ten days or eight days, I'm afraid you won't be able to give up.

Maitreya sighed, lurking among the crowd.

After a while, he saw Shang Rong and Wen Tian were far away from the crowd, took out the cloth bag wrapped around his waist, and quietly followed.

After a few muffled bangs, the two fell to the ground unconscious.

"It's better to use the crudest method."

Maitreya sighed, put Wen Tian, ​​who was unconscious on the ground, into a bag, and ran out of the city at a step of ten feet.

Every time he took a step, threads of luck surged from all directions and submerged into his primordial spirit.

After some time, Shang Rong woke up quietly.

Then, a shout made everyone in Wenfu feel tense.

"Come on, someone is attacking someone!"

……

After half an hour.

Grand Master Wen was sitting at the head of the middle hall with an ugly expression on his face. He was holding a male and female whip, his eyebrows were wide open, and his voice echoed over Chaoge City.

"Where is the villain, dare to come to the old man's house and kidnap someone!!"

(End of this chapter)