What bad intentions can a temple blessing have?

Chapter 11: Crossing people, drowning ghosts
"Not just living people?"

Jiang Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then came back to his senses.

Yes, who said that temples of gods can only accept sacrifices and prayers from living people?
There are living people, and naturally there are dead people.

Although the rules of heaven and earth in the Three Realms are now very clear, they also put considerable pressure on the six paths of reincarnation in the underworld.

There are countless innocent ghosts and ghosts who remain in the human world and are unwilling to leave.
Some of these ghosts are wandering somewhere after unjust deaths, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge, or they have experienced some kind of change and escaped the inspection of the underworld.

But no matter what, the vast majority of ghosts stay in the world for a long time because they are involuntary or have obsessions that must be fulfilled.

And such ghosts are often very willing to take some special paths to reincarnate in the underworld.

For example, the higher-end Buddhist sect's Water and Land Dharma Assembly, or the Taoist sect's Luotian Dajiao. Provincial capitals like these will have a link to extradite the souls of the dead.

And it will be relatively more convenient for the ghost to be reincarnated like this.

After all, special things need to be done.

Although Yang Chan's Huashan Goddess Temple is not so prestigious, it is still a patron saint.

Therefore, it is basically foreseeable that there will be many dead souls who want to be reincarnated in the Goddess Temple.

"So, we have to rely on our temple to extradite these souls."

Yang Chan said with a smile.

"Please rest assured, aunt, nothing will go wrong."

Jiang Qi blinked helplessly, this should be considered overtime, right?
I wonder if this counts as child labor?

But obviously these principles don't work for Yang Chan.

While talking, Jiang Qi also followed Yang Chan into the newly built goddess temple.

This temple is not very big. After all, in name, the Huashan Goddess is just a mountain god assistant official in Huashan, and there are several bosses above her.

Although it is only in name, even if Yang Chan builds her goddess temple into the largest temple in Huashan, no one will say anything.

But being an official means that you give me face and I give you face.

After walking through the small square and bypassing the huge incense burner standing in the center of the square, Jiang Qi turned into the main hall, where the statue of the Goddess of Huashan was also located.

On that shrine, what is enshrined is not a golden statue, but a porcelain statue.

The two-foot-tall statue stood there quietly. It was obviously made of stiff porcelain, but it created a sense of transcendence.

It looks aloof and inviolable.

But those eyes were lowered, and there seemed to be a warm and soft light inside, as if they were silently watching every believer who came in to offer incense.

This makes people feel more friendly.

Immortals and humans, heaven and earth, both are present.

only.
"Why doesn't it look like it at all?"

Jiang Qi looked at the statue of the Huashan Goddess, and then at the Huashan Goddess next to him. He could not say that they were unrelated, but he could only say that they were not similar at all.

The statue is somewhat plump, with a face like a full moon, eyes like a red phoenix, and fairy clothes that are complicated and fluttering.

You can tell at a glance that he is an accomplished person, an immortal who "fits the impression of a mortal".

And what about Yang Chan in reality?

Because she was already an Immortal, Yang Chan's image was like a girl at first, but then as Jiang Qi grew up, she became the young man she is today.

But no matter what, it has nothing in common with the plump and kind statue.

"Silly boy, among the countless immortals and gods in the world, apart from the existence of the second brother, who among them do you see who is completely using his true face as a statue?"

Yang Chan smiled and nodded Jiang Qi's forehead and said, "As long as the most crucial image is the same, the rest are just details."

Jiang Qi listened and looked in the direction Yang Chan pointed.

In the hand of the statue, I saw a green lamp in the shape of a lotus, which seemed to be slowly rotating.

It seems that this is the key image that Yang Chan said.

The lotus lantern is Yang Chan's companion. Worshiping the lotus lantern is worshiping Yang Chan.

This is something that cannot be copied by others, just like the jade pure bottle in the hands of Guanyin Bodhisattva.Jiang Qi nodded thoughtfully.

In this case, if the people of Guanjiangkou want to worship Yang Jian, there is no need to go to Erlang Temple every day. Worshiping the white hound will have the same effect, right?
After all, Erlang Shen's roaring dog can be regarded as an image that cannot be copied.

Of course, Jiang Qi would not dare to express this idea of ​​bullying his master and destroying his ancestors.

"Then leave it to you."

Yang Chan glanced at Jiang Qi, suppressing a smile and not breaking it.

After so many years, Yang Chan has long figured out some of Jiang Qi's little habits. Generally speaking, as long as Jiang Qi shows an expression like that just now, he is most likely slandering his master.

"Yes."

Jiang Qi nodded in agreement and watched Yang Chan transform into a ray of divine light, fly into the statue and disappear.

It's a small world.

Basically, it is a standard item for immortals who have stayed in the world for a long time.

If gods and mortals were in the same space, it would be strange not to be annoyed to death.

So the small world came into being.

When he was at Guanjiangkou, there was also a small world above the Erlang Temple. Jiang Qi spent most of his time in the small world.

After sending away his aunt who was fishing, Jiang Qi glanced at the sky outside. The sunset had faded and darkness had appeared on the horizon.

Jiang Qi then performed a secret, and saw a flash of divine light all over his body, and his original green clothes turned into a bright red Taoist robe.

This robe has a saying, it is called: Red Longevity Zixia Fairy Clothes.

It was refined by Jiang Qi's junior master uncle, the Fortune Golden Immortal Yun Neutron, who was independent from the Twelve Golden Immortals.

The imitation is the Longevity Bagua Zixia Clothes of the Antarctic Immortal.

Of course, there is no way to compare with the original version, but it is still a rare treasure for Jiang Qi.

After changing his outfit, Jiang Qi moved a futon, with his back to the statue of Yang Chan, and sat down on the lower right side with his eyes closed to meditate.

After a while, the sky outside turned pitch black.

There were only a few tallow candles shining in the main hall, and it looked dim. Occasionally, the light of the fire flickered, causing shadows to follow, which was quite strange.

"Susu."

At this moment, there was a slight friction sound from the direction of the main hall door.

Jiang Qi raised his eyelids slightly and looked.

I saw a man in his twenties walking in looking around.

The man was wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, and his whole body was wet. A little water dripped from time to time, but there were no water stains. Instead, he fainted and cast a shadow.

Looking at his figure, it also seems to be somewhat unrealistic.

Apparently, this is a ghost.

Moreover, he seems to be a drowned man?

Jiang Qi couldn't help but become more curious.

Ghosts who die violently often have deep resentments. If they drown in water, they will most likely turn into something like a "water monkey".

But this one in front of me seems to have some sanity?

interesting.

Jiang Qi glanced at the drowned ghost and said nothing. He just raised his eyes to indicate that he could start praying.

If there are no karmic obstacles, you can be reincarnated through the Huashan Goddess.

Unexpectedly, this drowned ghost came directly to the position two or three feet in front of Jiang Qi, and then kowtowed.

"Immortal help!"

(End of this chapter)