The Recovery Of Terror: Signing In From Being A City God

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Quan Xiaodou looked at the sticks in the hands of the statues of ghosts and gods that fell to the ground one after another, and his skin got goosebumps.

This is like man-made manipulation, causing the thugs to fall one after another.

However.

It can't be artificial at all!

People at the temple fair would not allow anyone to do this, and no one would make fun of ghosts and gods like this, and he could not see any traces of man-made.

The other fruit growers had the same idea as Quan Xiaodou, and they looked at each other in blank dismay, seeing horror and terror in each other's eyes!

"Unbelievable." At this time, a tourist who came to Cang City for tourism and specially came to pay homage to the City God said.

There was shock on his face.

...Is there really a fairy city god in this world?

Thinking carefully in his heart, the tourist has the same observation point of view as Quan Xiaodou.

this moment.

An old man at the temple fair was also the first to agree with Kong Yongxin's statement. He walked up to Kong Yongxin, and he picked up the stick in the hand of the statue talking about ghosts and gods on the ground.

"Yongxin, make a new decision." He looked at Kong Yongxin and said in an old and slow voice.

Kong Yongxin opened his mouth, feeling the pain in the spot on his head where he was hit by the stick, and looked at the spooky stick splashed from the hand of the old man in the village.

He fell silent.

A few seconds later, Kong Yongxin looked at other people in the village.

The old seniors in the village stopped talking. Some of them went to pick up the fallen sticks, holding the heavy statue sticks, and finally spit out a few words from their mouths.

"Let's discuss it again."

No one objected to this statement, and many people echoed it.

Among them, the first ones to speak up were those old people. They were old, and without exception, they were all people who had experienced or heard about Ning Yu's incident.

Watching the hall stick fall to the ground.

No one can be calm, some people think of some things in the past... the day tour god statue fell to the ground.

Regarding this matter, the younger seniors in the village didn't know about their seniority, and they had doubts in their hearts. The old people in the village seemed to be very concerned about the affairs of the gang.

Seeing this, someone couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Soon they knew what happened decades ago, and no one could calm down after hearing about it. People who were still hesitant about this matter all spoke up and agreed to discuss it.

"The elders before Ning Yu, their ancestors of the Chen family, I remember that they are related to Lord Chenghuang? Is that so?"

An old man looked at Tian Hua with a look of reminiscence on his face, and asked softly.

He vaguely remembered Ning Yu's previous home.

When I was a child, I heard from my father, who was also a member of the temple fair, that there was a reason why Uncle Chen was in charge of the temple fair.

The main managers of the temple fair have always been from the Chen family. Their Chen family has always been keen on this matter, and it was only in Ning Yu's generation that they stopped. Ning Yu is a single biography of the Chen family, and she is rarely married. When he came back to the village, the temple fair manager disappeared from the Chen family.

As soon as these words came out, all the veterans in the village looked over.

Kong Yongxin's body shook.

Something like:

"Yes." Tian Hua nodded. She looked at the tea brewing on the table and recalled: "Chen Uncle told me that someone in their family's ancestors was taught by the City God, and only with the help of the City God Later, the Chen family continued, and the Chen family's Chen surname was also drawn by lot.

"Let Ningyu enter the village."

At this time, the temple fair old man holding the stick put the stick back into the hand of the statue of ghosts and gods, and said.

After speaking, he looked at everyone, "What do you think?"

"I agree."

Kong Yongxin was the first to agree, and he took a deep breath, "I didn't agree with this matter at first, but Master Chenghuang made me understand that letting that old man enter the village may not be a bad thing, but a good thing.

Hearing this, the others looked at each other.

at last.

The results speak for themselves.

No one objected to the seniority of the village.

"Then it's decided. I'll inform Ning Yu's son and tell him about it."

Tian Hua looked a little excited.

I can't wait to tell Ning Yu's son about this, so that Ning Yu can attend the funeral earlier, "Lao Li, Sun Hai, you..."

"Sister Tian Hua, Sun Hai and I will handle the funeral, we have a clean family, and we won't let Ning Yu handle the funeral.

Old Li said in a low voice.

As the old people in the village, if an old man dies in a village, they will help more or less, and they will know what to do as time goes by.

"Um."

Tian Hua nodded, "Xiao Xiao, let's go back, huh? Xiao Xiao."

She looked at Xiao Xiao in surprise, Xiao Xiao's expression was a little dazed at the moment, as if he had lost his soul.

"Ah, grandma, I'm here. I was just thinking about something." Xiao Xiao heard the call, recovered and said quickly.

From the moment when ghosts and gods fell one after another.

Xiao Xiao's heart could not be calm for a long time.

There was a sentence in her mind all the time....... City God really exists, really exists, Qiuyue's feeling is not wrong.

This idea was even stronger when Grandma Tian Hua told the history of the Chen family.

Xiao Xiao looked at the statue of An Yuyuan in the middle of the temple.

Seeing the golden statue of the City God looking at the gate of the temple with a smile, dignified and gentle, her goosebumps rose in an instant.

"Qiuyue, you must tell Qiuyue." Xiao Xiao accompanied her best friend Qiuyue to look for the Lord of the City God. Although it is still uncertain that such a thing happened, she still wants to tell Qiuyue that this is a discovery. This situation is like a researcher. It's an indescribable feeling to have made a special discovery while researching a certain project.

Tian Hua and Xiao Xiao went out.

Lin Feiguang was actually in the village. He came here specially to wait for news from Tian Hua and the others.

If he has made it well, if he disagrees, he has to come over in person and intercede, and he can't just give up.

"Old Li, Sun Hai, what do you plan to do for the funeral?"

"I'll do it later and make some preparations."

Lao Li listened to the inquiry of the old man at the temple fair and said.

This matter cannot be delayed, otherwise it will be bad if the auspicious time is wrong.

Hearing this, the old man nodded, "I know the person who erected the coffin, so I'll help you talk about it."

"Those funeral items, if you don't know what to buy, you can call me, and I will be responsible."

"Sun Hai, the travel point is at the intersection of Temple Street. I will ask my son to unblock it now, tell the people nearby, and ask for their consent.

Everyone else spoke up.

They all have to help out and help with funerals. This is a meritorious deed. They are also well-educated and know how to deal with it.

"Okay." Sun Hai nodded, "Later, I'll talk to Sister Tian Hua and Ning Yu's son. He may not understand this matter very well, and there are some things that cannot be done wrong. Otherwise, I will treat him and Ning Yu Neither is good."

Everyone spoke up.

This 'discussion meeting' soon ended with Kong Yongxin's conclusion.

The veterans in the village all planned to help, and they also planned to give a gift. The incident of the ghosts and gods falling to the ground made everyone have their own actions and plans.

Not long.

There are far fewer people in the temple.

"Xiaodou, do you know that old man named Ning Yu?" Quan Nongtian looked at the backs of the villagers leaving at the gate of the temple, and asked his son in a low voice.

Hearing this, the fruit growers also looked over.

Quan Xiaodou shook his head.

"I don't know, it's the first time I've heard of it."

There was a dazed look on his face, he had also stayed here for a long time, and this was the first time he had heard of such a thing.

Ningyu...The Chen family...The history of the Chen family...

what are these

The more Quan Xiaodou thought about it, the more confused and curious she became.

Listening to his son's words, Quan Nongtian nodded. He looked at the door with his head slightly lowered, his eyes flickering. No one knew what he was thinking.

The fruit growers were talking to each other, whispering the horror in their hearts.

there.

An Yuyuan watched the backs of the villagers leaving.

He shook his head slightly, "We still have to do the funeral that should be done."

Just now he let the stick in the hands of the statue of ghosts and gods in the temple fall to the ground. There is nothing wrong with both parties in this matter. He attaches great importance to funerals, so he gave this a push so that both parties can compromise

in his eyes.

Funerals are important, one of the most important events in life.

After his death, even though the funeral was told to be simple, Huan'er still managed it very decently and earnestly. Some things had to be done.

In modern times, due to the increase in population and social order, funerals have gradually disappeared. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with this, but he still hopes to keep these things.

The next moment he looked at the fruit growers, they were discussing adding sesame oil together.

An Yuyuan smiled slightly.

Immediately, he withdrew his gaze and looked at several tourists who came here.

at this time.

He looked towards the door with a knowing smile on his face.

A small head poked out from the edge of the door, blinking, looking into the temple with big black eyes.

B...

sweet.

"Xi'er is sleeping, didn't you see Tiantian call him?"

An Yuyuan thought of the possibility, and called the Yin messenger to wake up Xi'er.

Then he smiled and walked outside the temple.

He's going to tease the kitten.

"Speaking of which, I still don't know the name of this little guy who lives in my temple. I should give it a name. What should I call it?"

the next day.

The street in front of the Chenghuang Temple is very lively, and there are musical instruments playing dirge in the early morning.

A huge shelf was made at the intersection, covered with a cloth to keep out the wind and rain, as a simple mourning hall, and a coffin was placed under the shelf.

Many people in the village came to help.

Lin Feiguang knelt in front of the coffin in linen and filial piety, while Tian Hua, Lao Ji and the others were offering incense to Ning Yu.

"Oh, Wu Shanshui, why are you here!"

When an old man in the village saw the old man who left the village a long time ago, he looked surprised and greeted him.

"Sun Hai informed me, so I came."

The old man had a smile on his face.

He looked at the coffin where Ning Yu was lying, with a sigh on his face, "Ning Yu is gone too, another one in our generation.

He moved to the Southern District forty years ago, went there to do business, and settled down there to get married and have children, but he would take some time to come back every year, but in recent years, as he got old and his health deteriorated, he just The village is missing, and he rushed over when he heard Sun Hai's notice yesterday.

"yes."

The old man who greeted sighed.

Immediately he took the old man to meet Lin Feiguang and introduced him to him.

Lin Feiguang expressed his gratitude to his mother, friends whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He hadn't contacted him for so many years, and when he heard about his mother's death, he was still able to come and bring a gift. "How could he not be grateful.

At this moment, several people walked over with a large wreath in their hands.

"This is.…………"

Lin Fei just looked at the names written on these wreaths and felt familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere.

After offering incense, Lao Li took care of the guests for Lin Feiguang, "This is from the two big bosses in our village.

Seeing Lin Feiguang was puzzled, he explained with a smile.

"Grandpa Li, Mr. Ji and Mr. Hong asked us to send these wreaths to express condolences and condolences to the old man named Ning Yu.

After the person who brought the wreath placed the wreath, he said to the person in charge, Lao Li, with a smile.

He is the master's assistant

One of the reasons is that they are naturally familiar with several people in charge of the temple fair.

"Mr. Ji told me that he and Mr. Hong will come together later to see the old man off."

"No need, Boss Ji and the others are busy with work and business, so there is no need to come over."

"Mr. Ji said that since he came to live in Mulou Village, he is a member of Mulou Village, Ms. Ningyu is a member of Mulou Village, and her ancestors have contributed to the Town God's Temple, so

Come here no matter how busy you are. "

"Mr. Ji and Mr. Hong are interested."

Sun Hai came over.

Master Ji came to Mulou Village, he believed in the city god An Yuyuan, so naturally he often came into contact with Sun Hai, the director of the temple fair, and after getting in touch with him a lot, Sun Hai also understood Master Ji's character and thoughts

He knew that Master Ji was a person who believed in the City God, and he followed all the activities in the temple.

And Ning Yu has a deep relationship with Lord Chenghuang, and with the news of yesterday's incident, Master Ji would have no reason not to pay attention, so he is very clear about Master Ji's thoughts.

The biggest reason for sending wreaths was because of Ning Yu, and her relationship with the Chen family and Lord Chenghuang, and the second was because she was a member of Mulou Village.

"Then I'll leave first." The assistant said goodbye to Sun Hai and Lao Li and left.

"It's them."

Lin Fei's pupils shrank suddenly.

After listening to their conversation, he had some understanding of Master Ji and Hong Botian, and he thought about why he felt these two names were familiar.

These two are well-known entrepreneurs, one is in Cang City and the other is in Xixi City.

You have more or less heard the name Jizhu, the founder of a group.

Master Ji lives in Mulou Village?

Lin Feiguang was a little taken aback.

This was different from what he knew, "Uncle Li, Master Ji is also from Mulou Village?"

"That's right." Lao Li smiled, "Mr. Ji moved in during this period, he is very nice."

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"By the way, Fei Guang, you are Ning Yu's child. If Mr. Ji comes, remember to talk to him more. He is the boss of a big company and will help your career. Don't be afraid of Mr. Ji

If you don't leave, Mr. Ji believes in the Lord of the City. Your mother and the Chen family where she lives are related to the Lord of the City. He will treat you differently.

Lao Li reminded Lin Feiguang.

Lin Feiguang is Ning Yu's child, he naturally loves Wu and Wu, and will help Fei Guang if he can.

0 looking for flowers......

Lin Feiguang's personality, although Lao Li didn't have much contact with him, he also learned what kind of person he was from Ning Yu's mouth. Last time he came to the Town God's Temple to look for Ning Yu, he could tell that Lin Feiguang

Worrying about Ning Yu belongs to those who have a sharp heart. If they are really determined, Feiguang will not let go of the company's work and let it go. He immediately came out of the company to look for Ning Yu.

"All right."

Lin Fei was stunned when he heard it.

Master Ji believes in the Lord of the City God? What kind of thing is this?

He couldn't figure it out, but he also knew the meaning of what Uncle Li said.

Master Ji will have a good impression of him because of his mother and because of the Chen family, so he will have the opportunity to contact Master Ji.

"Mom." Lin Fei looked at the photos of his mother's mourning hall with tears in his eyes.

Even though his mother passed away, she was silently helping him so that he could get help in his connections.

Time goes by little by little.

The dirge and music kept ringing through the stereo, and more and more people came here.

Zhang Qiuyue is here.

She came with Ji Miaoer, she saw the message Xiao Xiao left her last night, and got up early this morning to rush over.

And Ji Miao'er came over because of her father, Ji Zhu, but she was with her best friend.

Tian Hua and Pang Xiang also came, and Wen Hongwen also came, and he also sent a wreath, which represented the Bureau of Controlling Ghosts, and wrote a special name on it, which is a homonym for Bureau of Controlling Ghosts.

Zhi Ningyu also made a statement about the matter.

after their arrival.

Master Ji and Hong Botian arrived on the back foot, their car stopped on the street, got out and walked over.

There is a woman around forty years old beside Master Ji, that is Master Ji's younger sister, she is dragged over by the big brother Master Ji, and asked her to stop by to pay respects to the City God.

Except them.

Some more came.

They are people Ning Yu knew before, and this time they came under the phone of Sun Hai and the others.

The auspicious time has come.

Ning Yu's coffin was lifted with the joint efforts of the young and middle-aged people in the village.

The funeral was very grand this time, and many people from Mulou Village were present. They all came to send them off after hearing what happened yesterday, and some of them came because they had some contact with the Chen family in the past.

So come and give them away.

The white ghost coins were carried away by the autumn wind, drifted towards the rear of the funeral procession, and were thrown out from the hands of some people.

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The mourning resounded.

In the Temple of the City God, An Yuyuan petted the kitten who seemed to have sneaked into the temple because of the lack of people.

Listening to the sad and happy sounds of the street outside.

He paused for petting the kitten.

"Let's go out of the mountain." An Yuyuan looked outside and whispered to himself.

Suddenly, he was taken aback.

next moment.

There was a slight smile on An Yuyuan's face.

"The marriage of Chen Bao's offspring has come." After saying that, there was a red ball of thread in his hand.

Meow~!

The kitten looked at the ball of red thread, and stretched out its small paws to scratch.

"Little guy, you can't touch this." An Yuyuan flicked the kitten's forehead and smiled lightly.

He pointed his index finger and middle finger together, and drew out a trace of red line with his thumb.

bang

The red line is automatically cut off after a section is pulled out.

Throw the red line lightly.

The red line disappeared in mid-air, heading for the distance.

After finishing, An Yuyuan put away the red thread, looked at the distance and smiled, then turned his head and continued to tease the kitten. The kitten meowed twice.

"Want a red thread? I told you not to scratch this thing." A chuckle came out of An Yuyuan's mouth.

Cang City.

North District, residential area near Yida Plaza.

The road outside the residential area is very wide, vehicles are constantly driving, and many pedestrians are walking on the road leading to the square.

"Ah Choo."

A couple sneezes.

The girlfriend looked at her boyfriend suspiciously, "Have you caught a cold?"

"No, it's just that there is a sudden cool wind blowing, and it's a bit cold." The boyfriend shook his head, and after he finished speaking, he looked at his girlfriend suspiciously, "Didn't you feel the wind was very cold just now?"

The girlfriend looked puzzled when she heard this.

Boyfriend murmured.

He didn't know that a messenger walked by just now.

Behind him were two errants walking lightly, patrolling the area, one of them was holding a black umbrella, and his ghostly eyes were calmly scanning the surroundings.

A moving truck turned the road and drove into the nearby Yida Community.

Watch this truck.

The two orthodox servants stopped, glanced at the truck behind them, and walked around it to the distance.

They had a pair of ghost guides in their hands. The compass needles were still and did not feel the breath of ghosts and evil spirits. Among them, the ghost took a look and continued to parade.

"This way, this way."

Behind the two errants over there, on the road they walked, there was a young man standing at the gate of the community.

Huang Lezhang held the phone in one hand and waved towards the Huolala truck.

He is the resident who moved here today.

Originally, he lived in the Southern District with his grandfather, but recently his grandfather passed away, so he did not live with his grandfather, so he chose to move out and bought a large hardcover house.

"Do you want me to move it for you?" the driver of Huolala smiled.

"need."

Huang Lezhang nodded, "There are too many things, thank you."

"You're welcome, but we have to pay for it separately."

"I know."

Huang Lezhang was not surprised at all.

Huo Lala is paying extra for moving people, and he knows this.

The driver smiled, and he looked at his friend beside the co-pilot, "It's time to work."

He guessed that the employer brought a lot of things on this trip, and the other party might need someone to move, so he called his friends over in advance, and the guess was right, which made him very happy.

One thing after another was unloaded from the wagon.

"Master, be careful when you move those, they are all antiques."

Huang Lezhang pointed to the two ordered wooden boxes and instructed.

"Good."

The driver nodded, "It's quite heavy.

When he moved it with his friends, he found that the things inside were very heavy.

"It's porcelain, so it's relatively heavy. By the way, my antiques are all porcelain, so be careful." Huang Lezhang picked up a box and saw that the driver and his friend didn't lift it up for the first time.

laughed.

The driver nodded.

Afterwards, he swiftly moved his things into a storage room that was neither too big nor too small in Huang Lezhang's home.

"Mirror?" The driver was moving things again and found a mirror that was one arm's width away. The mirror was an ancient mirror, like a dressing mirror, covered with a layer of white cloth.

"Didn't you say all antiques are porcelain?"

The driver was puzzled.

"What do you do with so many things, this thing looks like an ancient thing, just move it over."

The friend made a sound, and quickly picked up a box and got off the car.

heard the words.

The driver nodded.....

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