I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 85

A miserable howl echoed in the mountains and forests under the cold sky and night, without the night guards saying anything, the bodyguards who fell asleep with swords in their arms got out of the carriage one after another, and some unconsciously grabbed a handful of snow plugs from the ground and entered them , forcibly refreshed to deal with the abnormality.

"What was that sound just now?"

A bodyguard who was awakened from sleep had a look of horror on his face.

"It's a blind bear!"

The face was old, but the old bodyguard was still tall and straight, staring intently at the mountain forest covered by frost and snow. In this night, all he could see was darkness, with only faint outlines.

"There are so many of us, and the blind bear dared to touch it, so he killed it and ate the bear's paw."

Many bodyguards were shocked when they heard the words, but immediately someone raised their fighting spirit.

"Yes, it's just a bear!"

The swords in their hands made the bodyguards calm and not panic.

"Already scared away."

The old escort said so, but there was not much joy on his face.

"what?"

The bodyguards were shocked when they heard this.What can scare away a hungry bear? If this thing is so hungry, even a tiger or a leopard would dare to bite it.

"Don't sleep tonight, take out all the wine and meat, sit in a circle, don't leave any dead ends, and increase the fire."

The old bodyguard looked calm, but the bodyguards were a little uneasy when they heard his words.

"Boss, what do you think scares blind Xiong away?"

"I don't know, it's not something easy to deal with, but there are so many of us, the thing probably noticed us, and it's fine now, which means it's still waiting and watching. We don't get confused, just stay until the daytime."

"What you've said makes sense!"

After hearing this, all the bodyguards felt that it made sense, and cheered up one after another, holding their heads high.The bonfire, which was originally weak, soared nearly ten feet high, and the bodyguards who felt the danger sat around the bonfire, holding swords in their hands, and what's more, they sang generously.

"It should be fine!"

The old escort looked at the young escorts around him who were yelling loudly with a crappy voice, and felt much more at ease. Now, after all, the world is peaceful, and those ghosts and monsters dare not show their heads.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, a person screamed, it was the young bodyguard sitting with his back against the cliff, he stood up holding the knife, and looked at the two will-o'-the-wisps floating in the darkness.

This sudden yell alarmed all the bodyguards, but when they turned around and looked at the so-called ghost fire, everyone's faces showed horror, even the old bodyguard who traveled all over the world. not excluded.

Roar!
A roar that trembled in the mountains and forests, accompanied by an overwhelming evil spirit, permeated the air, and then, a roar of uncontrollable fear sounded:
"Evil ghost!"

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Crackling!

The sound of firecrackers shook people's eardrums, and the choking smell of gunpowder filled the air. The misty thin smoke lingered on the ancestral tablet, and more than a hundred sticks of incense were inserted on the incense burner and burned quietly.

"Wen'er, hurry up and kowtow!"

The young man full of incense greeted his son, Feng Bingwen walked over, knelt on the futon in front of the incense table, and kowtowed to the ancestors together with his father and grandfather.

The etiquette of worshiping ancestors is very complicated, but now Feng Bingwen's temperament is not a child, so he can naturally bear this temper. As for bowing to his ancestors, he has no grudges in his heart. A salute.

"Let's go, let's worship the Lord of the Land!"

A family of three generations, old, middle-aged and young, holding confessions, firecrackers, and incense sticks, walked out of the ancestral hall, which was not much larger than ordinary houses, and walked towards the earth temple in the village.

Fengjia Village is a small village with only a dozen households. It is not as good as those large villages with a population of hundreds or even nearly a thousand households. The ancestral temples, ancestral halls, pavilions, pavilions and pavilions in the large villages are full of magnificence.

The ancestral temple in the village is like this, let alone the land temple, which is smaller and more dilapidated, only as tall as one person, and the size of the temple can only allow one person to go up to offer incense, and it is difficult for three people to enter, even turning around.

Naturally, there is nothing special about such a small temple.Feng Bingwen opened his eyes and looked at it, but he didn't see anything unusual. The clay sculpture of the land lord surrounded by incense was very ordinary.

"Our village is the same as the God of Earth offered by Chenjia'ao next door, and the Earth Temple they built is much better than that in our village."

Feng Zichuan placed offerings in the small earth temple, and Feng Lingjun, who was waiting outside the earth temple, said something to Feng Bingwen, which immediately made him thoughtful.

Compared with the hundreds of households in Chenjia'ao, the dozens of households in Fengjia Village are not even a fraction. If the land lord is really alive, at this time of day, the land lord probably doesn't have time to come to this small village. No wonder he couldn't see anything.

And after Feng Zichuan was done with it, lighting candles, burning paper, lighting whips and offering incense was similar to the process of worshiping ancestors, but the degree of respect was one level lower.

Because, there is no need to bow down, just bow your hands and offer incense.

Kneeling and prostration are not popular in Dagan. Normally, even if the other party is sitting on the altar, it is enough to worship and burn incense sticks.Unless there is something to ask for, you will kneel down and worship - quite pragmatic.Even the Town God's Temple in the county is like this.

After the worship was over, Feng Bingwen, who came with expectations, followed the elders back disappointed. He wanted to see what the land in Fengjia Village looked like, but there was no way for the land master to be absent.

"Do you want to go to the Town God's Temple in the county to offer incense?"

On the way home, the old man suddenly suggested.

"That's not necessary. It's cold, and you still go to the county? Isn't it different to go to the temple fair to offer incense?"

Feng Zichuan's face was full of reluctance.

"How can this be the same? Besides, next year you will take part in the imperial examination, and you just go to offer incense to the City God."

"If you take the imperial examination, you should go to the Confucian Temple!"

"Just say you're going or not?"

"Go, go."

Feng Zichuan bowed his head and gave in, but he was also a little strange, he remembered that his father didn't like praying to gods and worshiping Buddha very much, and it was often his old mother who took care of these things.

So, after trekking in the snow, Feng Bingwen followed his adults to Qingshan County. At this time, the end of the year was approaching, and the streets were bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder. The look of joy on people's faces.

And in front of the Town God's Temple, the density of the crowd was even more exaggerated. On New Year's Eve at the end of the year, people in the county wanted to put incense sticks in the temple. Feng Bingwen followed the adults and managed to squeeze in. The extent is even worse than that on the street.

However, Feng Bingwen didn't care about these anymore, because as soon as he stepped into the Town God's Temple, he met several pairs of golden eyes.

(End of this chapter)