Talk about the world of mortals in detail

"Reward good and punish evil. Great God Yunlai"

Yu Ziye stared blankly outside Yunlai Hall, while the believers inside changed the robes of the gods after completing their worship.

The statue of Yunlai God itself is extremely exquisite. In fact, it is made of clothes and not painted. However, Lingdong people feel that this is not enough, so the changing of robes and sacrifices at the end of each year also means saying goodbye with the god. The old welcomes the new.

Due to the drought in the past two years, this year's "robe changing ceremony" is particularly grand.

After the Great God Yunlai in the Yunlai Temple changed his divine robe, he became more lifelike. In the midst of the commotion, Yu Ziye felt that the god on the altar had been looking at him.

In a trance, it seemed like the dream of last night was reappearing.

"The treacherous villain will die a happy death sooner or later!"

The moment the voice came, a gold pen pointed at his face with golden light.

"Uh-huh."

Yu Ziye shuddered and suddenly woke up from his fantasy. He recalled what the state government official said before, that ghosts and evil spirits could not enter the government office. Could it be that he really was the Great God Yunlai?

The believers in the hall kowtowed one after another, burned incense and prayed. Some prayed for peace in the coming year, some prayed for those villains to have a bad death, and even more prayed for good weather in the coming year, and some even prayed for marriage, children and wealth.

"Quick, hurry up and buy three sticks of incense for me!"

Yu Ziye ordered his guards, and some immediately left quickly to buy incense.

When the excitement subsided, the believers left one after another, and then they went to change the robe for God Lu.

Yu Ziye stood at the entrance of Yunlai Hall. After all the surrounding believers left, although the entire Zhenjun Temple was still lively, Yunlai Hall seemed to become quiet all of a sudden. Yu Ziye felt that the Great God Yunlai had been watching him.

"Sir, the incense is here!"

Yu Ziye glanced at the visitor and scolded him angrily.

"Hurry up!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The guards hurriedly borrowed a fire to light the incense, and after lighting it, they delivered it to Yu Ziye.

Yu Ziye felt uneasy, so he took the incense and walked into the Yunlai Hall with trepidation. On this special day, he respectfully offered the incense to the gods.

"Master Yunlai, please see clearly. I am loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and I want to be a good official."

While muttering, Yu Ziye wanted to insert the incense in his hand into the incense burner in front of the altar.

It's just that on a day like today, there are so many people who come to worship the gods. The incense burner in front of the shrine is actually filled with sandalwood. It can't accommodate the three sticks of incense in Yu Ziye's hand, but it is also difficult to offer them. .

Yu Ziye couldn't care less, so he forced it into the incense burner, and naturally squeezed out other incense with his hand. Shaking off the ashes, it burned the back of his hand.

"hiss"

Yu Ziye's hand shook, and two incense sticks were taken out and one was broken.

"Sir!" "Sir, are you okay?"

Yu Ziye stared blankly at some broken incense sticks on the ground, then looked at the back of his hand, and then subconsciously looked up at the great God Yunlai on the altar.

Even though it was a clay sculpture, the god seemed to be looking at him with a half-smile.

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey.

At this moment, there seemed to be all kinds of weird laughter ringing around, making Yu Ziye feel terrified.

"Who, who is laughing?"

Yu Ziye glared at the surroundings, and several guards around him looked at each other. Some of them felt guilty when they came into contact with Yu Ziye's eyes, because they could not help but laugh just now, but they did not make a sound.

"Sir, sir, how dare we laugh at you?" "Sir, no one is laughing here!"

"Many of the pilgrims outside are laughing." "Yes, yes, the Emperor Fumo is changing his robes today. Your Excellency must have misunderstood!"

Yu Ziye began to become suspicious. In a place like Zhenjun Temple where all evils were immune, he only felt his scalp numb.

"My lord, Prime Minister Chu is looking for you. Oh, I'll just take care of it here!"

A soft voice came from outside the hall, and several people in the hall looked around. It turned out to be an old woman standing at the door. Her figure was not stooped, and her mental outlook was also very outstanding. She could see some of the extraordinary color of her youth.

"Who are you."

"Oh, I am Chen Han, the temple minister of Zhenjun Temple. I have met the Imperial Envoy!"

Chen Han bowed to Yunlai Hall, and at the same time looked up at the statue of Yunlai God, knowing in his heart that Yu Ziye might have offended the god.

Then Chen Han looked at the wall again. She also heard some laughter just now, but she didn't say much. She walked into the hall and started to bend down to collect the incense ash and broken incense that Yu Ziye had just scattered. He not only broke his own A lot of incense and other incense in the incense burner were released.

Yu Ziye followed Chen Han's line of sight and suddenly found some strange portraits on the walls of Yunlai Hall, which were densely packed with gods and men.

These gods are men, women, old and young, with different shapes and looks.

Hehehehehehehehe

Yu Ziye shuddered, as if he heard the ridicule again, and this time his feeling was extremely strong.

"Here, what's painted on this wall?"

Chen Han had already fetched a broom and carefully cleaned the incense ashes on the ground, and replied without raising his head.

"The painting on this wall was made by Mr. Shao Zhen, a master of painting, when he was eighty years old. It depicts one hundred and eight ghosts in Yunlai Hall under the throne of the True King, divided into thirty-six ghosts from Tiangang and seventy-two ghosts from Earth. They patrol the human world, eliminate harmful ghosts and ghosts, and also check whether all living beings are well or not!"

"ghost?"

"Hehehe, please don't misunderstand me, sir. This is just a way of saying it. In fact, they are all gods."

At this moment, Yu Ziye thought of the fortune teller he met on the street before.

"Old Miao Zhu, is there an old fortune-teller here who has the spirit of immortality?"

Obviously Yu Ziye hadn't said anything more, but Chen Han suddenly thought of Qi Zhongbin, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, yes, he is in this temple? Please help me introduce him to the temple, and say that money is not an issue!"

Chen Han shook his head.

"I haven't seen you for many years. You don't have to be rich or powerful to meet me."

This old fortune teller is the Dayong Heavenly Master, and his other identity may not be known to ordinary people, but it is far more extraordinary than the so-called Dayong Heavenly Master. He is the direct disciple of the Immortal Master Yi Daozi.

Even Chen Han himself has not seen him for many years.

Chen Han didn't know that Yi Shuyuan and Qi Zhongbin came to Dengzhou this time. When she heard that Qi Shangxian was here, she was slightly excited but also a little bit sad. She already knew about the fact that her little sister had taken the elixir.

"Sir, Prime Minister Chu is looking for you, we'd better go quickly."

Finally, some of the guards couldn't bear it any longer. Prime Minister Chu was looking for the Lord. Why did the Lord end up chatting with an old Miao Zhu?

Yu Ziye just came to his senses and hurriedly walked out of Yunlai Hall. Chen Han inside turned his head and looked outside.

"My lord, I would like to give you a piece of advice: don't do any harm to your heart!"

Yu Ziye, who had already left quickly, looked back and then hurried away.

When Yu Ziye arrived at the Demon Subduing Hall at the back of the temple, Chu Hang and local officials were already in the small square facing the Datong River. Sacrificial offerings were placed on the table. They also prayed towards the Datong River in the Zhenjun Temple. Pray to God for good weather in the coming year.

Most of the people who participated in the sacrifice were very sincere, even Chu Hang, the chief minister of the imperial court, was so sincere.

The steps of the Zhenjun Temple in front extend all the way to the Datong River, with a total of ninety-nine steps.

In normal years, more than half of the ninety-nine steps are below the water level, but now, more than half are above the water level, which shows the drought in Lingdong.

The whole sacrificial process was not unceremonious. Even Chu Hang paid great attention to it, but Yu Ziye was obviously a little absent-minded.

After the robe-changing and sacrificial activities were over, Zhenjun Temple finally became relatively quiet.

Although the Zhenjun Temple is outside the city, it is no longer just a temple. There are many buildings on the periphery. It is bustling along both sides of the Datong River, and there are many bridges erected. Except that there is no city wall, it is a little lively. Not worse than in the city.

At this moment, Qi Zhongbin, with Hui Mian standing on his shoulder, was watching officials and believers coming out of the Zhenjun Temple on a bridge over the Datong River.

"Hey, this guy is so afraid that he only offers me three sticks of incense, but he talks nicely. It's said that a rat's excrement spoils a pot of porridge, let alone an imperial envoy."

"Of course we can't let him do bad things!"

When Qi Zhongbin said this, Hui Mian couldn't help but turn to look at him.

"Boy Qi, are you sure this method will work? Even Chu Hang is only superficially respectful."

Qi Zhongbin smiled.

"Senior Hui, when these sycophants are in power and favor, they think that no one can shake their position, so they do many things unscrupulously. However, the affairs of ghosts and gods are illusory, and they feel uneasy. With a little guidance, at least Mr. Chu will have less constraints. .”

Hui Mian grinned.

"Then why don't we strike harder? We've already taken action anyway. How about letting him try to strike with lightning from the sky?"

Qi Zhongbin just smiled and said nothing. He felt that with Senior Hui's temper, if he dared to respond, Senior Hui would dare to attack him.

After returning that day, Yu Ziye returned to the official residence with uneasiness. After entering the room, he took out the half-written memorial yesterday from the box in the house, hesitated and tore it up directly.

However, some time ago, Yu Ziye didn't pay much attention to the external situation at all, so he had to write a new memorial that was not nutritious.

In the following period, Yu Ziye also followed Chu Hang around, but he was a little more distracted than before. To be honest, this was still very different from the disaster relief he had expected.

In Yu Ziye's original idea, disaster relief was to sit in a certain mansion and then dispatch officials from various places. How could there be anyone running around like Prime Minister Chu?

The format of the memorials has gradually become formulaic, or factual, describing where they went on a certain day, what they planned, and what they did on a certain day.

That night, Yu Ziye was alone looking at the road map he had made a while ago. After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly had an idea.

"Hahahaha. I understand. Prime Minister Chu wants to connect the entire drought relief canal and the entire water veins of Lingdong and Hexi!"

This is something that almost everyone among the officials knows. Yu Ziye finally figured out the key point through his own thinking today. He not only knew a result, but also saw clearly the scheduling of some water veins.

Some height differences and some water conservancy structure designs on the terrain map are so clever that they combine two dozen states into a live chess game!

I didn’t understand this before, but I’ve learned a lot during this time.

I can actually understand Prime Minister Chu’s plan for disaster relief, hahahaha!

Yu Ziye was so happy that he even had the urge to go find Chu Hang with a terrain map, but obviously it was not appropriate to do it so late.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The guard outside asked.

"It's okay, sir, I'm very fine!"

Yu Ziye was completely sleepless now. He was already in high spirits and started to calculate again. Many officials had these maps, which detailed the manpower, money and food required for some projects, as well as the approximate time, and even explained when to start.

To be honest, Yu Ziye just looked at it carefully and took it in, but he was still very excited, but he frowned again after calculating.

Time is a problem, and money and food are also a big problem. At this moment, Yu Ziye suddenly realized.

"Why haven't the money and food dispatched by the imperial court arrived yet?"

Then Yu Ziye suddenly realized that it seemed that his previous memorials had written that the disaster was not serious and that everything was in order.

Yu Ziye's back suddenly felt hot.

The treacherous villain will die a happy death sooner or later!

The words in my dream that day seemed to come to mind again

"Rumble--"

There seemed to be a winter thunder outside, which made Yu Ziye tremble. He looked at the memorial he had written today, thought for a moment, took it out and tore it up, and then prepared the pen and ink again to write.

Chu Hang urged the court for disaster relief materials in almost every memorial. This was the first time that Yu Ziye urged the court for money and food in his memorial. Although he hesitated a little, he still wrote it.