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Ji Yuan understands that the questions he asked are stupid, but these are things that must be clarified sooner or later, and everyone who asks them is asking.

It's just that why did the old city god become inexplicably respectful again? This is a very subtle feeling, it seems that the old city god's speech is not as casual as before.

The old city god explained some of the history he knew in detail in an orderly manner, interspersed with some unofficial histories of various dynasties and dynasties in his country, as well as some mountains and rivers and surrounding customs, and also intentionally added some known place name changes.

Different from the previous confusion about fairy and monster things, this narration obviously gave Ji Yuan a clearer understanding of the world, at least at the mortal level.

The country we are in now has a vast territory, with a total of thirteen prefectures. Dazhen of this dynasty has survived for two hundred years and has passed on to the eighth generation of Emperor Yuande. He has experienced nine dynasties including Wu, Tong, Chu, and Kuang. , and further ahead is part of the territory of a huge dynasty.

The old city god paused slightly when he narrated, and then spoke.

"According to historical records, that great dynasty was named Great Zhou."

"Da Zhou?"

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

The old city god stroked his beard and nodded.

"That's right, but the ruling and opposition period is too long, and the changes in the world are hard to describe even for mere locals. The size of the world is even more difficult to describe in thousands of words. What's more, as the saying goes, there is a sky beyond the sky, and everything is hard to know!"

Ji Yuan also nodded in agreement.

"What Lord Chenghuang said is absolutely true!"

From the communication gap just now, Ji Yuan learned that the position of City God is the most entangled god position in the world, and it also changes the most frequently.

Taking Ning'an County as an example, the last generation of Ning'an County's city god was still surnamed Li. Later, in the current dynasty, the old system was overthrown. In addition, Ning'an County had a Song Shichang who was an official in the dynasty. He is the city god of Ning'an County, and ordered local officials to build temples and ancestral halls.

As for the original old city god, if his practice is deep, he can find another way out. If his own cultivation is not good, he can only lose a little bit of incense power, and it is also possible to dissipate.

This is not to say that the emperor in this world has the power to confer with his words as he says, and it is only the willingness of the people to offer incense and sacrifice to all of this in the end.

Of course, it is normal that many city gods have not changed after several dynasties. One is that the emperors in the world are not so free, which is a way of chasing meritorious ministers.

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

After all, most of those who can be named city gods, whether they are granted by the emperor or recommended by the people to build temples, are famous and expected to have virtue, and it is also related to their own cultivation.

But just like the officials in the yang world can't take care of everything, the city god can't check all the monsters and evil things hiding, not to mention that sometimes they can't resist.

What's interesting is that although the relationship between the City God and the dynasty is considered close, they are not the emperor's courtiers after all.

To put it bluntly, even if they are dignitaries of the dynasty, most of them are nothing more than ordinary people. The words are just the biography in the clay sculpture book in the temple.

...

Ji Yuan and the old Chenghuang chatted and drank tea on the third floor of the building outside the temple, admiring the scenery outside the building, the time passed unknowingly 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 God consciously had a certain understanding of this Mr. Ji, so the chat was about the same for this day.

Originally, the old city god suggested that Ji Yuan have lunch in the temple building, but while eating and chatting, this table of snacks and cakes lasted until noon, and he didn't feel like having lunch at all.

Naturally, the two left the building outside the temple to prepare to part.

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

"Where is Mr. Ji, it is a blessing to Ning'an County that Mr. came to live here for a short time. The books needed by Mr. will be sent to Ju'an Xiaoge as soon as possible, please rest assured!"

"Thank you, Lord Chenghuang!"

"Okay, then let's talk about it another day, let's say goodbye for now!"

While speaking, the Old City God had already slightly bowed his hands towards Ji Yuan, and Ji Yuan also bowed his hands and said goodbye.

"Let's talk about it another day!"

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

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

‘I don’t know if the book sent by Chenghuang is special. Can I read it directly with my almost blind eyes? '

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 his father's hand tightly and refused to leave.

Feeling being held back by his son, Yin Zhaoxian 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 towards the building outside the temple pointed by his son. He didn't know who the so-called Mr. Da was, but his attention was immediately attracted by Ji Yuan and the old Chenghuang. .

"Qing'er, which Mr. Big are you talking about? Have you seen it clearly? Don't admit it wrong."

"The one in the green robe, and the one who is holding hands with that old gentleman! I can see it clearly, and I will definitely not admit my mistake!"

Yin Qing hid behind his father, bared his head 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 Town God's Temple, while the other was leaving from another road. It seemed normal, but since the son was very afraid, a father would still be concerned about his son's feelings. .

"Okay, I'm leaving, let's go to the Town God's Temple!"

"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 face-to-face, but their demeanor was outstanding, and they didn't look like speculative people.

'Who is this old man? I should recognize all the famous people in Ning'an County. Could it be that he is 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 handed over to Ji Yuan in front of him.

Both father and son were in a certain subtle state of mind, and they both sped up their steps a little, as if they wanted to get closer to the old gentleman.

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

There are vendors selling sandalwood at the gate of the temple.

"Give me three sticks of incense."

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

Yin Zhao first gave the vendor a penny, and from paying the bill to receiving the incense, his eyes were mainly on the old man in front of him, and after receiving the incense, he took Yin Qing to the temple.

"Huh? Missing? Qing'er, did you see where he went just now?"

"No, I haven't seen him since I entered the temple... Daddy, could it be a ghost..."

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

Yin Zhaoxian severely criticized Yin Qing, and then dragged him to the main hall. This Town God's Temple is not big, the front hall is where the city god's divisions are, and the main hall is where the city god is. Maybe the old man went directly to the main hall.

However, after passing through the front hall, the old man was also not seen. There were not too few but not many people who came and went to burn incense and worship the city god. The wooden door is closed, it doesn't look like someone is going out, and it is Miao Zhu's residence over there, so no one will pass by casually.

'It's weird...'

Even in the Town God's Temple, Yin Zhaoxian was a little nervous.

"Qing'er, let's pay homage to Master Chenghuang!"

Yin Zhaoxian threw away the wild thoughts in his heart, took Yin Qing into the main hall, and received incense candles from the side temple to light sandalwood.

First, sandalwood was planted on the incense burner mountain, and then the father and son knelt on the cushions and prayed devoutly.

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

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

"Daddy...it seems..."

Yin Qing said in a very low voice.