The rituals of the Taoist fruits are ever-changing, but it seems that the establishment of temples and gods belongs to the most common category.

The city areas of Qianshan Prefecture are the largest for worshiping the gods. There are thousands of temples in it, but most of them have few incense, and there are many abandoned people.

It's difficult to be a human being.

It is also difficult to be a god.

This is the sigh that Yang Yu sighed from his heart after traveling through the entire sacrificial area.

In the entire sacrificial area, the most incense is naturally Longzi Temple. This dragon god in the river is endorsed by Wantao River. The temple wishes to give alms of rice and flour all year round. The incense is so prosperous that it is far beyond all other temples.

But in addition, the slightly better incense is the temple, and the intensity of the incense is completely determined by the amount of rice and flour given by the temple.

A temple that is almost incense, or even abandoned, is a temple in the normal sense.

"A such a dilapidated temple costs 100 taels of gold. Those officials are so naughty..."

Looking at the three or two broken houses covered with weeds just after entering, Han Jiu couldn't help but want to curse.

"The size of the temple is actually irrelevant."

Yang Yu didn't care much. He pushed away the weeds growing in front of the temple and saw a severely faded temple couplet in front of the mottled temple gate.

With his eyesight, even if it is severely damaged, he can still vaguely identify it:

"If you have evil intentions, it will be useless to burn incense; if you keep your body upright, it will be better if you don't bow to me when you see me!"

"No wonder it will decline! The temple blessings of this temple are crazy..."

Han Jiu wanted to mock him a few words, but when he saw that his position seemed to appreciate him, he immediately closed his mouth.

"You go back and greet some, bring the statue of God here, I'll clean it up."

Yang Yu suddenly spoke and sent Han Jiu away.

The latter scratched his head, his heart skipped a beat. He was a little nervous, but he didn't dare to explain and retreated in a bad mood.

"Qua!"

In the open sleeves, the little toad jumped out. In the past, it always came out, either asking for spiritual energy or whistling.

At this time, it seemed very quiet.

It jumped into the dilapidated temple, with snakes and rats inside, dust and spider webs everywhere. In the dilapidated temple, the mud can no longer be seen.

"Qua!"

In front of the stone platform, the little toad squatted blankly, looking at the statue of the god. After a while, he screamed in great anger and jumped back into his sleeve.

No matter how much Prison Ren Yang shouted, he stopped talking.

“This temple…”

Yang Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind him, an old voice had already heard:

"This Lingguan Temple is one of the earliest temples in Qianshan City. I don't know who was the one who built the temple. Eighty or nine hundred years ago, my ancestors took it from others and passed it to me, and it has been more than 20 generations..."

A gray-haired old man led a young boy into the ruined temple. Behind him, Han Jiu was greeting the statue of the gods and cleaning the weeds outside the temple.

"It turned out to be Lingguan Temple."

From the reaction of the little toad, Yang Yu had already guessed something. At this time, he heard the old temple prayer and nodded.

"My family has no money left and cannot give away rice and flour to believers. In addition, as a temple blessing, I cannot receive donations from other temples, because this temple is abandoned..."

The old temple prayed to pull out a few weeds, with a complex expression and respect:

"This master set up a temple to guide the arrival of Daoguo?"

"good."

Yu Yang nodded.

Most of the temples in the city sacrifice to attract the Taoist fruits, which is naturally not a secret for temple blessings.

"I don't want the pure gold."

Lao Miao Zhu touched the bun of the little boy beside him:

"This child has learned a lot from me. After a few years, he can also be a temple blessing. If you don't dislike it, please accept it together..."

Yang Yu scanned it casually. The child looked only five or six years old, timid and seemed very timid:

"A master of magic power at this age can be a temple blessing, but he has given up his talent."

Under the Tonggu, he could naturally see the fate of this child at a glance. Five fates, four white and one red, are the fates that the Taoist fruit has regained its master and changed.

However, this deadly rating is extremely rare, and it is useless...

【Yuanben】

【Fate: Four Waste】

【Fate number: Four whites and one red】

[Four wastes into life (light red), give up halfway (white), start but not end (white), nothing accomplished (white), dull and dull (white)]

【The Four Waste Stars of the Ten Capitals (God)】

[No talent to help the heavens, no talent to help the world, no talent to be a human being, no talent to practice Taoism...]

【Super Power: None】

Yu Yang couldn't help but take a look.

From mountains and seas to Longquan, he had never seen such a useless rank and fate. What's even more outrageous is that this is a rank without supernatural powers...

"he……"

Lao Temple opened his mouth and sighed with a bitter smile:

"Is this child considered the master of supernatural powers? Although he has obtained the Taoist fruit and recognized the master, he is a person without supernatural powers..."

Do you count it?

Yang Yu didn't know what to say, but after thinking about it, he still said:

"He is at his age and can't do a temple blessing, but it's okay to stay in the temple to hold a lamp, but you'll still accept the pure gold."

Although there are a lot of 300 taels of pure gold, Yang Yu will not take advantage of others.

Even if the old man is not long.

Lao Miaozhu insisted on not accepting it. In the end, Han Jiu came to smooth things over and accepted one-third of it. The rest were stored in the temple and delivered to him when Yuanben became an adult.

"I wish the master a perfect merit and a fairy and a god..."

The old temple thanked him so much, leaving behind a reluctant little Tong Yuanben, leaving alone, without any worries, his steps became much lighter.

"Brothers, hurry up and finish your hands and feet quickly. Master Yu invites us to Xianrenju for a meal!"

Han Jiu greeted.

"Okay!"

Five big men were bare-armed, lifting the mud statues and cleaning them quickly. When the sky was about to dim, the front and back were completely refreshed.

Yang Yu would not go back on his word and asked Han Jiu to lead a few people to the Immortal House to drink.

Yuan Ben followed Yang Yui until the latter sent him back to the room without saying a word.

Don’t cry, make noise, or talk, you don’t feel quiet like this old child.

"call!"

Close the temple gate, Yang Yu walked in the courtyard, under the bare old tree, with a faceless statue of the Lingguan.

"Buddhist Wei Tuo, Taoist Wang Lingguan. Before ancient times, the two most famous guardian gods in the Tianhai Realm..."

Yu Yang suddenly spoke.

"Qua!"

Inside the sleeve robe, the three-legged little golden toad jumped out again. Looking at the statue of the god that was missing, tears burst out from his little eyes:

"No, no. There is no more Wang Lingguan in this world. No more, it is not him, it is not him..."

The little toad cried loudly, feeling extremely sad. This time, it was not forgotten, and it did not accept the talisman of the Yunling handed over by Yang Yu.

After a while, he sobbed and said:

"The great disaster comes, the guardian god dies first, Wei Tuo, Vajra, Spiritual Official, Heavenly King... He insists on going to die, he must go..."

To comfort people, Yang Yu is already very bad at comforting a magic weapon, but it is really a bit beyond the rules. After thinking about it, he asked:

"If he doesn't go, can he live?"

"Qua!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and for a moment, the little toad cried even louder:

"The Taoist Lord is dead, he must have died too..."
To be continued...