Before the old well.

The man did not take a few steps and threw himself to the ground.

Yan Qinghong saw a little surprised, thought for a moment to understand, it was the smell of corpse odor fainted.

Is this retribution?

Vomiting –

At this time, Yan Qingyang could not stand some, so he quickly withdrew from the yard.

And the odor has been exuded from the yard, Yan Qingkang looked back at the old building, sighing slightly in his heart, a few lives...

At this time, a person crouched and slipped into the yard, and was immediately disgusted by the stench.

He quickly pinched his nose, looked around carefully, and then found the man by the old well.He approached lightly, touched with his feet, and found that the man who fell to the ground did not move, and he faltered slightly.

He looked closer and seemed to see the familiar people, and was slightly relieved.

Then, his face struggled a little, and seemed to make some determination, and raised his head and looked around.After a moment, when I found no one around, I dragged the fainted person to the well and threw the person into the well.

Pounce!

When he heard the sound of the water, the man panicked and fled like a way.

The eyebrows of the sky, can not help frowned, what is the matter?

Is it a case?

He was silent for a moment, and the figure quickly appeared on the well, found that there was still movement under the well, and he reached out to explore the well, using the "empty take things" to suck people up.

“Save, save...”

Filmed!

The man was struggling, a life-saving has not been said, was slapped by Yan Qingkang, and then thrown at the well.

Although the body was choked, it could not die for a while.

However, the temperature is only six or seven degrees, and the clothes are wet again, I am afraid...

He shook his head and left, too late to pay attention to these things.

When he returned to the land temple, he found that it was more than three o'clock in the morning, and he took the pseudo-god to the village of Shen Zhibai as a transit station through the Changsheng Inn.

...

The Land Temple of the Village.

“Knowing the white.”

When he walked in, he said to the god.

“Sir.”

A faint shadow appeared, and a salute was made to the sky.

At this time, Yan Qinghe talked about the things of the pseudo-god and explained that Shen knew the white and secret observation...

“I understand.”

He nodded his head, and there was some shock in his heart.

Stealing the fire and the temple?

And that operation?

A moment later, Yan Qinghe left the village of Poitou, but did not return to the Changsheng Inn, but continued to walk around the world at will.

In one day, two things happened to steal incense...

That made him have to pay attention.

In the village of Poitou, Shen Zhibai did not come out to see the false gods, but only observed them in secret.As long as the pseudo-god does not harm man, he will not appear.

The pseudo-god did not know the existence of Shen Zhibai for a while, but then he was curious to look around.

...

Soon after, Yan Qinghe fell from the sky and walked to a temple with a small pattern.

This is a great royal temple, because "the protection of the country, the protection of the people" by many people worship, incense believers continue to flow, especially in the southeast coast.

For example, in Fu County on the southeast coast, the most respected god is the Grand Duke.

According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 600 temples in the county with folk beliefs, including more than 200 large royal palaces, and some villages even have two or three palaces.

Other temples, halls, territories, and social offerings are not in the minority.

The ten temples in the western village are dedicated to the great prince.

In Fu County, many folk holiday customs are closely related to the Grand Duke.A few years ago, I worshiped the great prince for the first time, thanking God for its safety and abundance; after the festival, worship, and the king's parade, praying for the richness of grain, the prosperity of the six animals, and the prosperity of the five grains...

As for who the great prince is, what is the history of the king?

This is all said.

Yan Qinghe had known before, because near his middle school, there was a small temple of the great prince.

Every March 18th of the lunar month, it is very lively.

At this time, he walked into the Great King's Temple, which lit several tiles of light bulbs, and there was still no burning letter incense on the edible, and there was a faint smell of letter incense.

The Great King's Temple has three ingress, and each has a room on the left.

Yan Qingyang went to the hall, took a stud from the dwarf case next to him, and lit it up with the oil lamp on the other side, worshipped and inserted it into the incense burner.

Seeing that the incense was not stolen, Yan Qingyue's heart was slightly relieved.

When he came out and saw the small pool of the great patio, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

The small pool is not large, about four or five square meters, the water in the pool is also not deep, but it is twenty or thirty centimeters, in addition to a few koi, there is a big tortoise.

This big tortoise is black and olive, much larger than the common basin, with a long oval shape, slightly bulging back, with three vertical vertebrae and obvious ridges...

This is a long-lived turtle.

It looks like the tortoise I’ve seen before.

Yan Qingyang could not help but step forward, crouching down and looking at the big tortoise in the pool, as if it were really the same.However, the county is at least a thousand kilometers away from the Great King Temple, how can it be the same turtle?

What is this?

The sky frowned upon thinking.

This little pool is so small that there can be no such big turtle.

Tonight, let him notice, first a yellow dog, then twice met a blue bat, and then twice met a long-lived turtle.

This...

Is it foreshadowing something?

"The yellow dog is not, then the bat and the tortoise."Yan Qingyang looked at the tortoise and stood up, slightly squinting at the night sky, "What does it matter?"

At this time, he squatted down again, and said to the tortoise in two voices, "Old man, what do you mean?"Have I seen you before?”

The tortoise woke up and looked up at the sky.

A pair of eyes full of spirituality...

“What do you want to say?”

Yan Qinghe looked into the tortoise's eyes, his heart was not surprised, he felt the tortoise's eyes, as if there was something hidden.

Unfortunately, the tortoise doesn’t speak.

"Longevity turtle, naturally represents long life, but what about blue bats?"

Yan Qingyue whispered to himself, but he had not heard that bats represented longevity, and they did not want to understand what they meant for a while.

For a moment, he left the temple.

And the tortoise looked at the back of his departure, it seemed a little disappointed...

I don't know when, he appeared in another temple, worshipped a stifling incense, and then left, and then went to the next temple...

Soon after, the east sky turned white.

At this time, Yan Qingyang came to a village and stood in front of a temple of the seven or eight square feet.For villagers who have not even visited the county for several times, it is naturally not clear about the great achievements of Shennong, and for the time being, even Shennong is not known.

I only know that the Shennong Temple bless the wind and rain, the grain of Fengden...

When he was about to enter the Shennong Temple, he saw the old dragon-eye tree in front of the temple and fly out of a large blue bat.

...