I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 86
Feng Bingwen is only nearly eight years old now, and he is only half the height of a person. At this time, he followed the adults into the Town God's Temple and was submerged in the crowds who came to offer incense. Logically speaking, he is inconspicuous, even If you are not careful, you will lose it.

However, in the eyes of some beings, he is so dazzling that he is noticed as soon as he walks through the door.

"Happy New Year!"

The half-grown child smiled and congratulated the Gods of Yasha and Bell and Drum standing on the altar and looking towards him.

After all, it is still a county town, and the atmosphere of this prosperous Temple of the City God is completely different from that of the small villages with more than a dozen households. However, Feng Bingwen now has the confidence to respond to this concern.

"..."

The two majestic and ferocious yaksha gods looked at each other, and they didn't know how to respond. They could only turn their heads away, pretending not to see, and continue to receive the rare and abundant incense during the day.

Seeing this, Feng Bingwen wasn't surprised, he didn't come to the Town God's Temple on weekdays, and if he bumped into Youshen on the street, he would just say hello, although Youshen basically didn't pay him much attention.

"what happened?"

Feng Zichuan, who was leading Feng Bingwen through the crowd, heard what his son seemed to say, and quickly turned his head to ask in concern, fearing that someone around would accidentally step on him.

"fine."

Feng Bingwen smiled at his father.

Ordinary people can't see the ghosts and gods who receive incense and pray and respond from time to time. They only see the majestic painted sculptures of ghosts and gods.

"Let's go, let's worship the City God."

In addition to enshrining the city god, there are also eight yaksha gods under his command, civil and military judges, bull-headed horse-faced, bell and drum gods, etc. These gods receive a lot of incense at this time of day, and they are very prosperous.

Although people know that Lord Chenghuang is the most powerful, it is precisely because of his highest personality that it is difficult to get a response when praying to him. shelter.

The process of worshiping the City God is very simple. After all, there are too many people, and it is impossible to stay in the City God Hall for too long. Burning some incense sticks and paper is considered a worship.

When worshiping the city god, except for the pious believers who will bow down, most people hold incense and bow.

Feng Bingwen followed his fathers and waited in line in the City God's Hall holding unlit incense sticks. There are temple priests here to maintain order. Although there are many people, they seem to be in order.

After waiting for a short period of time, it was Feng Bingwen's turn soon. Compared with the ordinary ghosts and gods receiving incense outside the hall, in the City God's Hall, the statue of the City God in the main seat remained silent.

Feng Bingwen took a look, but he could see the vast incense burns gathered into a golden wheel behind the city god's head, which set off the majestic and sacred statue of the clay puppet.

"The City God is not at home?"

Feng Bingwen murmured in his heart, lit the three sticks of incense that he got from Miaozhu, and after bowing three times with his father, he stepped forward to put the incense in the incense burner.

But at this moment, a vast golden light burst out in front of his eyes, as if it was just the sun at noon, causing Feng Bingwen to squint his eyes subconsciously. When he looked up, he was stunned.

The majestic but dull statue of the city god has turned into a majestic god, even if he just sits there, he doesn't have the rigidity of a clay puppet.

"City God, Happy New Year!"

Feng Bingwen showed a smiling face, stood on tiptoe with a straight posture, and inserted the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner.

At this moment, he saw a change, the smell from the incense he inserted into the incense burner seemed to be different, even if it was mixed with hundreds of incense sticks, it was quite eye-catching, because the smoke was like smoke. Dragons are like snakes.

"Accept your incense, and return your wish!"

Not seeing any movement from the City God, the snake-like dragon-like incense floated into the divine chakra behind his head, and the golden light of the divine chakra shone brighter and brighter.

"Do you have a wish?"

"Uh!"

Feng Bingwen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say no, but he looked at the father and the old man at the side, put his hands together and bowed,

"I hope the City God can bless my parents and the elderly in good health and everything goes smoothly."

"can."

Seeing the golden rain falling and merging into Feng Zichuan and Feng Lingjun who didn't know it, they didn't find it strange to look at Feng Bingwen who folded their hands, as did many people in the hall.

"go home!"

Feng Lingjun, who offered to come to Chenghuang Temple to offer incense, had a gentle expression on his face. He heard what his grandson said just now, and all the worries in his heart disappeared, and he no longer had any doubts.

"okay."

Feng Bingwen responded, and the statue of the city god returned to its original stiffness and dullness. Near the end of the year, when the incense is at its peak, the county town god seems to be very busy and has no time to respond to the believers.

Nothing happened all the way, the old, the middle and the young returned home. After some conversations, they had dinner and chatted after dinner. Among them, the old man was concerned about his son's imperial examination in a year's time, and asked seriously He has a few percent confidence that he can be admitted as a scholar.

Feng Zichuan's words flickered and he didn't dare to respond. He could only say that he had been studying hard.

Thinking of his father's guilty expression after the meal, and his grandfather's sighing expression, Feng Bingwen, who had already shrunk under the blanket, felt helpless.

His father seems to have gone astray, thinking about how to make money with all his heart. He obviously went to study, but he has earned a fortune of tens of thousands.

It's not that earning money is not good, but that it's hard to keep it down. The old man is just a scholar, and this old father is even worse. He's just a boy. With such a little fame, he has a huge family fortune. It would be strange if no one coveted it .

Maybe his parents have some relationship, but you need to be hardworking yourself to strike the iron. How can the best relationship compare to yourself?If there is a person who has the fame of Juren, or even Jinshi, what about Wanguan's family business?It will only be a help, not a source of disaster.

"Reading is the right way!"

Learning is valuable than anything else.Although the Daqian Dynasty did not have such words, the common people reached a similar concept. For ordinary people, only reading is the right way.Merchant? Scumbag.

"We should find a way to help Dad."

Feng Bingwen pondered, although he is a son, but at the moment he is looking forward to his father Jackie Chan.His father is already a wealthy businessman, if he gets a good grade in the examination, then he can just lie flat, ah, no, he can concentrate on practicing.

"Ok?"

When Feng Bingwen was thinking about what he could do, his expression changed and he noticed the abnormality.
"Yin Qi!"

Without making any sound, Feng Bingwen left the bedroom and went outside. He flew to the roof, looked into the distance, and immediately saw a little old man with a cane chasing a body with an angry expression on his face. The strong, simple-faced man chased after him fiercely.

　Please forgive me if there are mistakes, and let me know if you know.My knowledge is really poor. I have never been to the Temple of the City God even once when I grow up. Gan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)