Chapter 1 A broken merit box
"how so?"
The autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves, mixed with dried sand and soil, hitting the old wooden boards, making a dull and strange noise.
At the entrance of Xiaokan Village outside Fulong Town, the cool autumn breeze not only failed to make Lu Gong feel any refreshing, but instead made him extremely anxious.
After half a day, even if he had spent his whole life, he could not bear the fact that he had become a box of merit.
He twisted his body with all his might, but found that the boards were still motionless and lying hard on the ground. Not to mention letting himself move, even his soul would shake after the matter was done.
He could clearly feel the numbness caused by the wind and sand ejection on his body, and he could also sense that his body was shaking because of the invasion of time. It might be possible to survive this winter.
"how so?"
When anger exhausted his mind and fatigue came, Lu Gong was left with deep helplessness. Even if he regenerated a dog, he had the right to kill him, but if he became such a dead person, he could not even break himself.
What a sad reality!
"Okay, don't cry and howl, it will affect my rest."
Behind him, an impatient voice sounded, igniting a little hope for Lu Gong's collapsed mentality.
But before the flame rose, an irresistible pressure fell on his head, making him feel that he might fall apart at any time.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Gong "saw" a yellow little man jumping out of the clay-shaped body behind him and landed directly on his head. The little man had a haggard face, holding a small branch in his hand, and knocking hard on Lu Gong's square body less than an arm's height, making a "dongdongdongdong" sound.
Lu Gong felt that he might be tossed and dispersed at any time. Fortunately, the villain knocked him a few times and saw that Lu Gong had calmed down, he jumped down from his head and said, "If you cry and howl like this again, be careful, grandpa, I will let someone throw you into the valley tomorrow, which will rot you, your useless elm lump."
As he said that, he reached out and grabbed two copper plates from Lu Gong's body, stuffed them into the cloth strip around his waist, shook his head, and looked indignant. "What a damn thing, it's getting worse and worse. Just a few incense points, how can I keep it until the winter solstice?"
"Who are you?" Lu Gong's head aches and he asked subconsciously staring at the villain.
"I am your uncle." The yellow little man put his waist on his waist, looking superior.
A broken merit box naturally has no past memories. Seeing the villain acting like a mighty person, Lu Gong dared not speak out for a moment, and could only judge his situation from the surrounding situation.
This is a small temple that is as high as a person, less than five feet deep, and only one person is allowed to bend down and enter. On the divine platform at the end, there is a three-foot clay man with a blurred face.
It was not until Lu Gong sensed the tilted wooden plaque above his head that he suddenly realized that the three big words "Tudi Temple" dropped from red paint were crooked. This was the lowest-level land temple. On one side, it was relied on stones and on the other side, it was yellow mud as a wall. The earth mud body was not even intent on portraying the facial features.
This is simply a big tragedy.
Looking at the yellowish old man in front of him, Lu Gong subconsciously asked: "Master Tudi?"
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your grandfather?" The old man was a head shorter than Lu Gong. He was obviously not full and even had a weak voice.
Seeing that there was someone to communicate, Lu Gong's broken heart finally felt a little more comfort. Although this old man didn't look easy to talk, at least he wouldn't be able to call him "Dadi".
Lu Gong tried his best to make his voice stable and polite.
After all, in his mind, the most basic belief among the people is quite popular.
"Where is this place, why am I here again?"
The Land Lord turned his head, and his thin face was indescribably smart, and he raised his eyebrows: "You have been lying here for two years, and you are only here to ask me why you are here?"
The sound of the land was full of arrogance, and obviously did not take this merit box seriously.
He didn't know how many of these things that could rot at any time had been replaced in the past few decades. If it weren't for the first time that he had heard that there was a merit box that could be so noisy, he wouldn't have been too lazy to show up and teach him a lesson.
Lu Gong quickly realized that it was difficult to get some useful information from this guy's mouth. He felt helpless and thought that if it really didn't work, just wait to survive this winter and rot with the spring water in the beginning of the next year.
As soon as my thoughts arose, I saw the little old man suddenly jumped into the mud statue.
The next moment, Lu Gong heard a steady footstep. The person who came barefoot directly stepped on the dead branches and leaves of the banyan tree above his head and strode to the land temple.
The man is only six feet tall, and his clothes are thin, even though it is already late in autumn, he still has his chest covered.
He placed the worn wooden box in his hand in front of the temple. The man with a stubborn face knelt on the ground with a pious face, spread a layer of straw paper, stacked four thick steamed buns on the paper, lit three incense sticks, and muttered something in his mouth.
Although Lu Gong was not far away from him, he still couldn't hear clearly. He could vaguely feel that he was complaining about his meager income this year, praying for good weather and more farming harvests in the coming year.
"If the harvest is good next year, I will come and fulfill my wish again." The man kowtowed for three times. After getting up, he took out five copper coins from his arms with some pain, and carefully stuffed them into the merit box next to him.
Before leaving, he even turned around and took a deep look at the merit box.
"Congratulations on successfully collecting 1 merit point, total merit point 1/100"
Just as the copper coins fell, a mysterious voice sounded deep in Lu Gong's soul, making him unable to help but tremble his soul.
Merit point? Total merit? Still have progress?
Lu Gong shouted loudly in his heart, what exactly is this, but the sound deep in his soul quickly disappeared without any revelation.
As soon as the man left, the yellow villain could not wait to jump out, grabbed a thick steamed bun with one hand and swallowed it with one step. He had already come to Lu Gong. He reached out and snatched his hand again, and four copper coins fell into his hands.
This wisp of incense obviously made him look a little better. He frowned, raised his hands suddenly, picked up Lu Gong directly from the ground, shook it rudely, and muttered: "It's obviously five, why are there only four?"
Lu Gong suddenly realized something in his heart.
Obviously, I don’t know how I embezzled one of the five copper coins I just now. This was not something he did on purpose, but it really happened.
The Land Lord shook for a while, but did not find the last copper coin, so he had to give up. He grabbed the two thick steamed buns on the ground with one hand and cursed: "Another poor man, I am really in a miserable life."
Chapter completed!