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Ji Yuan knew that the question she asked was stupid, but it was something that she had to figure out sooner or later.

It's just that the old city **** is inexplicably respectful again, this is a very subtle feeling, it seems that the old city god's words are not as casual as before.

The Old Town God systematically explained some of the histories he knew in detail, including some unofficial histories of various dynasties and dynasties in the country, as well as some surrounding landscapes with mountains and rivers, and intentionally added some known place name changes.

Different from the confusion of the fairy and strange things before, this narration obviously gave Ji Yuan a clearer understanding of the world, at least the understanding at the mortal level has become much more intuitive and clear.

The country where we are now is a vast country with a total of 13 states. After 200 years, Dazhen of this dynasty has stood firm and has passed on to the eighth generation Qianwu Emperor. He has experienced 9 dynasties including Wu, Tong, Chu, and Kuang before, and then again Ahead is part of the territory of a huge dynasty.

The Old Town God paused for a while as he described it, and then spoke.

"According to historical records, that great dynasty was called Da Zhou."

"Da Zhou?"

Ji Yuan was obviously refreshed, but he just smiled. This so-called Da Zhou is not the same as what he imagined. It is different from the geography of mountains and rivers to historical changes.

The Old Town God stroked his beard and nodded.

"That's right, but the ruling and opposition period has been around for too long, and the changes in the world are difficult to describe even by people like me. The world is so big that it is indescribable in thousands of words, not to mention the saying that there is a heaven beyond the sky, and it is difficult to know everything!"

Ji Yuan also nodded in agreement.

"What Lord Chenghuang said is very true!"

From the communication gap just now, Ji Yuan learned that the position of the city **** is the most entangled **** position in the world, and the change is also the most frequent.

Taking Ning'an County as an example, the last generation of Ning'an County's Chenghuang was still a surnamed Li. Later, the current dynasty overthrew the old system. In addition, Ning'an County produced a Song Shichang who was an official in the dynasty and honored his ancestors. After the death of Lord Song, the emperor pursued the title and decided He was the city **** of Ning'an County and ordered local officials to build temples and shrines.

As for the original Old City God, if the cultivation is deep, it is good that there is another way out. If the cultivation is not good, it can only lose a little bit of the strength of the incense, and it is possible that it will dissipate.

This is not to say that the emperor in this world has the power to follow his words, but in the end it is only the willingness of incense to sacrifice to the people.

Of course, it is normal for many city gods to remain unchanged after several dynasties. One is that the emperors of the world are not so free, which is a way of chasing the ministers of meritorious deeds, and the other is that the emperors of the world simply do not understand this strange thing.

Even so, the city gods in the world and the dynasty they belong to are both prosperous and damaged. Although the yin and yang are separated, most of the city gods will try their best to protect the people on one side of the water and soil, and avoid evil and chaos.

After all, those who can be sealed as city gods, whether it is an imperial seal or a popular recommendation to build a temple, most of them are famous and expected to be virtuous, and it is also related to their own cultivation.

But just like Yang Shi's officials can't take care of everything, the City God can't do everything he can to dodge the monsters and evil things, not to mention that sometimes it's hard to compete.

What's interesting is that although the relationship between the city **** and the dynasty is close, but after all, they are not the emperor's courtiers.

To put it bluntly, even if it is a dynasty, most of them are just mortals. They can’t see ghosts and gods can’t break yin and yang. Apart from watching gods and strange things, there are very few people who even know about things like the city god, fairy, and demon. It is just a biography in the clay sculpture book in the temple.

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Ji Yuan and Lao Chenghuang chatted and drank tea on the third floor of the building outside the temple, and they also admired the scenery outside the building. The time passed without knowing it under the harmonious conversation, and it was noon in a blink of an eye.

Ji Yuan got a lot of key information, and the old city **** consciously also had a certain understanding of this Mr. Ji, and the chat was almost the same today.

Originally, the Old City God suggested Ji Yuan to have lunch in the building outside the temple, but while eating and chatting, this table of snacks and cakes was eaten at noon, and there was no feeling of wanting to have lunch at all.

Naturally, the two were ready to separate after they left the building outside the temple.

"Sir Chenghuang, thank you for your hospitality today!"

"Where is Mr. Ji, it is also a blessing for me to live here in Ning'an County. The books that Mr. needs will be sent to Ju'an Pavilion as soon as possible, please rest assured, Mr.

"Thank you, Lord Chenghuang!"

"Okay, then let's talk about it another day, let's not talk about it for now!"

The Old City God had already slightly bowed his hands to Ji Yuan while he was talking, and Ji Yuan also bowed his hands and said goodbye.

"Let's talk about it another day!"

After bowing and nodding to each other, the Old City God walked towards the Temple of the City God with a free and easy gait, and Ji Yuan watched the Old City God walk halfway before turning back home with a smile.

Although the City God Temple is a lively place, the temple fairs are all at night, so he doesn't need to go to incense, it is only reasonable to go home and brush his teeth and wait for the book to come to the door.

'I don't know if the book sent by the Chenghuang is a bit special. Can I read it directly with my blind eyes? If it doesn't work, I have to find someone to read it, or I can ask the Chenghuang to ask an emissary to help me. ’

At the entrance of an alley not far away, Yin Zhaoxian was about to walk out holding Yin Qing's hand, but Yin Qing suddenly held on to his father's hand and did not leave.

Yin Zhaoxian felt being held back by his son, so he frowned and turned to look at Yin Qing.

"What's wrong?"

"Daddy... over there, that big gentleman is over there!"

Mr. Big?

Yin Zhaoxian looked at the direction of the building outside the temple where his son was pointing. He didn't know who the so-called big gentleman was, but his attention was immediately attracted by Ji Yuan and the Old City God. It was their demeanor and style. Like standing out from the crowd.

"Qing'er, which one is the big gentleman you said? Did you see it clearly? Don't admit it wrong."

"The one in the green robe and the one who handed over to the old gentleman! I can see it clearly, and I will never admit it wrong!"

Yin Qing was behind his father, and looked out of the alley, looking at both Ji Yuan and the old man.

Yin Zhaoxian looked at the two people outside the building outside the temple. They were already separated. One was heading towards the City God Temple, and the other was leaving the other way. It seemed normal, but since the son was very afraid of being a father, he would still be concerned about his son's feelings.

"Okay, they're gone, let's go to the Temple of the City God!"

"Um!"

Yin Zhaoxian sighed, and now he suddenly felt that his son might have been blinded by it before. The two of them were very friendly, but their bearing was remarkable, and no matter how they looked at it, they didn't look like people who were obscure.

'Who is this old man, I should recognize all the famous people in Ning'an County, is it also a foreigner? ’

Holding Yin Qing's hand, they walked out of the alley and headed to the Temple of the City God. The father and son could still see the old man in black robe who left with Ji Yuan.

The father and son were in a subtle state of mind, and they both quickened their pace a little, as if they were getting closer to the old gentleman. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"Sell incense, the best sandalwood! Enter the temple to worship the city god, pay three sticks of incense, and sell the best sandalwood!"

At the entrance of the temple, there were vendors who were shouting and selling sandalwood.

"Bring me three sticks of incense."

"Okay, here it is, be careful not to break it!"

Yin Zhaoxian gave the merchant a penny. From paying the bill to receiving the incense, his eyes were mainly fixed on the old man in front of him. After receiving the incense, he took Yin Qing to the temple.

"Huh? It's gone? Qing'er, did you just see where he went?"

"No, I didn't see you when I entered the temple... Dad, could it be a ghost..."

"What nonsense! This is the City God Temple!"

Yin Zhaoxian severely criticized Yin Qing, and then dragged him to the main hall. This Temple of the City God is not very big. The front hall is the division of the city god, and the main hall is where the city **** is. Maybe the old man went directly to the main hall.

However, after passing through the front hall, I also did not see the old man. The people who came and went to burn incense and worship the city **** were not too few but not too many. They didn't see anyone. They looked at the back door on the side of the temple and there were two The wooden door is closed, it doesn't look like someone is going out, and it's the residence of Miaozhu, so people won't pass by casually.

'How strange...'

Even in the Temple of the City God, Yin Zhaoxian was a little nervous.

"Qing'er, let's worship Lord Chenghuang!"

Yin Zhaoxian threw away the wild thoughts in his heart, and took Yin Qing into the main hall, and then asked the incense candle to light the sandalwood incense.

First, they put sandalwood in the incense burner mountain, and then the father and son knelt on the cushion and prayed sincerely.

After worshiping the Chenghuang, when Yin Zhaoxian got up to leave, he found that Yin Qing was still kneeling there, staring blankly at the clay sculpture of Master Chenghuang.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?"

"Dad...it seems like..."

Yin Qing said in a very low voice.