Resurrection of Terror: Sign in from Dangchenghuang

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Ming Dynasty, Hongwu eight years.

An Yuyuan, who is thirty or two years old, with a long beard, is lying on the wooden bed, his eyes staring blankly at the wooden beam.

“I’m going to die… After so many years, I ended up with nothing… But it’s not a waste of life.” An Yuyuan muttered to himself, and then the look in his eyes gradually dimmed.

After An Yuyuan died.

Inside and outside the room, there were cries all over the house, boys and girls were crying, and white strips hung on the door.

A generation of great scholars in Cangxian County, with a dignified and upright body, the great scholar An Yuyuan, who was benevolent and benevolent, died in loneliness, and there were still people who shed tears a month after his death.

In the same year, the imperial court Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang issued an decree.

“Mr. An was upright in his lifetime, raised 3,000 disciples, regarded money as soil, and scattered money to save people more than 3,000 times. He can sing praises. The quality of the product… is taken as the handle of blessing and prestige, and the right of life and death…”

A not-so-big Temple of the City God was built, and the statue of An Yuyuan was placed in the center.

Spring and autumn come, and dynasties change.

Willow trees are planted in front of the temple and grow vigorously. In spring, wicker flutters, and in winter, dry branches hang with white snow…

Times are turning.

Cang County is constantly changing. This City God Temple has experienced many difficulties, dilapidated, baptized by wars, renovated, and worshipped by many festivals. It has witnessed the growth of generations, and also watched the world.

Huali, the fifth day of the seventh month in the year of Gengzi.

Cang City, which is the later name of Cang County, connects the southern district of Cangshi with the eastern district.

Yongru Bo City God Temple.

Today is the birthday of the City God, and the temple fair is held. Many people come here at this time every year. The older generation prepares incense candles and tributes early to worship.

Because the time is close to the Qiqixi Festival in July, many young couples come to visit the temple fair together.

The main hall of the temple.

The mud statue of Yong Ru Bo An Yuyuan, the Lord of the City God, is located in the hall. The mud statue is simple and has ancient fine lines.

The most recent renovation was 20 years ago. It was a small renovation, and it was refinished. Skilled craftsmen were invited to smear the clay statue of the Lord of the City God.

“City God Lord bless our children with a good grade in the college entrance examination next year.”

There is a middle-aged mother kneeling on the futon, holding the three incense above her head, and constantly reciting the Dao.

“You don’t say goodbye to this child yet.” The middle-aged mother frowned when she saw her child watching from side to side and occasionally playing with her mobile phone.

“Oh.”

The high school student responded and saluted properly.

Since childhood, he was nurtured by his mother to worship gods and Buddhas. As a young man in the new era, he did not dare to be disrespectful to gods and ghosts.Fortunately, the basic awe of ghosts and gods is still there, and many people maintain a reverence attitude towards ghosts, gods, and Buddhas.

There are also people kneeling on the futon next to it.

It was a silver-haired grandmother with a kind face, “Lord Chenghuang, our family…”

Behind the grandmother were two young men in their twenties.

One has an ordinary face and a slightly fat body, and the other looks handsome and wears glasses.

“Xiangxiang, come and say goodbye to Lord City God, you are almost twenty-five and twenty-six, and you still can’t find a girlfriend, please say goodbye to Lord City God and let you find it quickly…”

“Xiaowen, come and say goodbye, you are all grown up.”

The slightly fat young man and the man with glasses all nodded and bowed obediently.

The grandmother looked at it and began to place the tribute. Quickly took out some longevity gold from the bag, and rounded the stack of longevity gold with both hands.

The slightly chubby young man got up after bowing, and whispered to his companion in the ear canal.

“How long will it take me to find my wife after praying here?”

The glasses man stood up and was stunned after hearing this, then rolled his eyes at the slightly fat young man, “As a ghost hunter, I suggest that you spend money to buy one faster than you can find a wife.”

As he said that, he glanced at the clay statue of Lord Chenghuang, then immediately retracted his gaze and sighed lightly, “If Lord Chenghuang is truly wise, I don’t want any girlfriends, I just hope that Lord Chenghuang can eliminate those evil spirits. ”

The slightly fat young man smiled wryly.

“You guy…” He didn’t know how to refute.

In the past, he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he still maintained awe, but now he fears ghosts, but has lost hope in gods. There are only ghosts and no gods in the world.

The glasses man shouted after he finished speaking, and followed his grandmother to prepare to burn life gold.

They are gone.

The people behind fill up their vacancies and raise incense to pray.

“Lord Chenghuang, my husband’s business is not going well this year…”

“My child will graduate soon, Lord Chenghuang bless him to find…”

“After praying, let’s donate two hundred.”

“Go get some incense ash and wrap it up. This bag should be put in your wallet, you know, don’t lose it, this is to bless you with safety.”

The voices of prayers sounded softly in the temple. Everyone, men and women, young and old, had their own wishes, both for themselves and for their families.

An Yuyuan heard a lot of voices coming into his ears.

Where am I……

Did I die and go to the underworld…

Two young people had a conversation. The middle-aged mother prayed devoutly for her child. Someone prayed for her health. The prayers in the Temple of the City God came to An Yuyuan’s mind.

Everything is so clear, every detail is visible, and there are different angles, like debris flying in the darkness.

The next moment, An Yuyuan opened his eyes.

All the pictures disappeared. Instead, he stood in a high position and saw the crowded temple, the incense was in full swing, and the sandalwood incense curled under his nose.

An Yuyuan took a deep breath.

Two wisps of invisible incense smoke escaped into his nose, making his eyes brighter and his vision clearer.

“I am…” An Yuyuan was slightly startled, and countless memories flooded into his mind.

At this moment, a voice sounded, it seemed to come from the mind, it seemed to come from the soul, and it seemed more like it came from the void in the dark.

“Ding, the daily check-in system is officially launched, loading 9%…”

Just a moment.

An Yuyuan saw that the 9% was rising steadily, and it became 99% in the blink of an eye, and then jumped to 100% in the next instant.

Host: An Yuyuan.

Identity: Lord Chenghuang

Supernatural powers: the body of nine-grade merit and incense.

An attribute panel popped into his mind, making An Yuyuan smile wryly…

As the Lord of the City God, he clearly knows what age it is now, “What am I… I didn’t get the system until six or seven hundred years after my death?”

He traveled to the Ming Dynasty, lived for decades and then died. He once fantasized about getting the system, and then he didn’t get it until he died. In the end, he looked down on it, and now the system is not officially opened until six or seven hundred years after his death. Really a… good guy.

Right now.

An Yuyuan smiled, but he was not too excited. On the contrary, his identity and environment made him more curious and excited.

Is this my original world? Or a parallel world?

An Yuyuan had such an idea.

“I haven’t signed in today, do you sign in?”

The voice in my head sounded again…

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