Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Fang Chang also took his share, went back to the table and finished eating slowly, and then used a descaling technique on his body before getting up and leaving.

This market is very large, not only has a main street, but the streets and alleys that it passes through along the square length, roughly distributed in an oval shape, with many forks in it. However, there are no signs on the various roads, and newcomers may get lost here.

Fang Chang walked around casually without buying anything.

"Hey, there is actually a Town God's Temple."

After walking a few steps, he suddenly sensed that there was a small temple not far in front, and it was the Temple of the City God from the conversation around him.

Turning around and walking in the direction of the Town God's Temple, not too far away, I saw the cornice of the temple and the incense smoke continuously wafting from there. It seems that because the land here was not very valuable at the beginning, this small temple occupies a large area and is quite deep.

The doorway is not high, but it is very wide. The plaque on it is simple, just the word "Town God Temple" in wood color and ink. It seems that the inscription was inscribed by a certain county magistrate more than ten years ago.

Unexpectedly, there is a Chenghuang Temple in this small market.

Simply high profile.

Generally speaking, an earth temple in the field market is enough. But then again, this place has been developed for an unknown number of years. Apart from the fact that there is no city wall, the scale is no smaller than a prefectural city, and even some high-standard places are normal.

Now that it's here, let's go in and have a look.

Fang Chang looked around, bought a bag of peach cakes at a small stall not far away, carried it in his hand as a gift, and headed towards the Town God's Temple.

Since coming to this bazaar, he has not used the spell of "Why should we have known each other once we meet each other".

So when I walked to the gate of the Town God's Temple, a thin Miao Zhu protruded from the Town God's Temple, looked at Fang Chang, and said earnestly:

"Come in quickly, the City God has come true—do you want to buy some incense candles?"

In Miao Zhu's disappointed expression, Fang Chang shook his head.

As the saying goes, "Officials are clean and officials are thin, but the temple of the gods is fat." Judging from the figure of this temple, the city god here will not be very effective, otherwise the threshold here should have been broken. After all, this is a market, there are many things around, and there are many people in need.

In addition, no god is really responsive to requests, because most of the requests of mortals are for longevity, wealth and sex, and if they respond too much, they will damage their fortune and reputation, and they will be overwhelmed.

Fang Chang took some snacks and walked in, but saw that there were burn marks on the wall in the door opening, which didn't seem to be caused by incense.

So he asked curiously, "How did you do it here?"

Miao Zhu turned around and saw that he did not enter the main hall, but checked the traces on the wall, and said with a wry smile:

"It's not something that happened when the soldiers were here before. Fat Shuo was targeted and looted. This small Temple of the City God was also confiscated and used as a house."

"People in the market, as long as they resist and anger them, being killed is like killing chickens. I was also robbed of all my savings and kicked out of the temple. Fortunately, it was not cold at that time. Just find a shelter from the wind in the wild and take a stand."

"Those prostitutes didn't use stoves, so they removed the door panels in the temple to make a fire, and roasted the meat they plundered, making the door opening like a coal mine. I scrubbed it for a long time, but I couldn't clean it completely. After paying the incense money, just get some white ash and paint it again."

"Well, this Town God's Temple has been here for many years. It has been seventy-one years since it was expanded and became habitable. Counting that I have changed temples for four generations, I have never seen such a thing. Fortunately, the rebels came Come, General Yu will wipe out all those great kings, and return this place to peace."

Fang Chang turned his head to look at the buildings on the street, and sure enough, there were still traces left behind.

He shook his head, pulled out two pieces of money from his bag, and said to the temple: "Since I saw it, this is my incense money. Find some people to buy some materials as soon as possible, and repaint it."

Miao Zhu thanked Fang Chang again and again for the compliment, and forcibly stuffed some joss sticks for Fang Chang.

Fang Chang walked into the main hall by himself, and Miao Zhu in the back had already rushed out of the door, looking for someone who could paint the walls.

It is said to be the main hall, but it is actually not that big. Inside, there are about a few steps in the front, back, left, and right sides. There is a statue of the City God. There are a few sticks of incense burning slowly in the incense burner in front of it. There was no one in the main hall, it was quiet, only the slight sound of the breeze blowing the curtains.

Fang Chang is already familiar with things like visiting gods.

He knocked lightly on the door, and there was a quick response. The scene changed instantly, and he came to the Chenghuang's mansion.

"I don't know that the gods are coming, but the little gods are far away to welcome them. Forgive me and forgive my sins."

The city god who greeted him outside the door turned pale with shock when he saw Fang Chang, and immediately let Fang Chang in with all manner of courtesy. Fang Chang also lowered his posture and responded with courtesy.

"Go and get some more tea, bring some snacks." Chenghuang ordered the servant next to him, Fang Chang also handed the bag of peach shortbread in his hand to the servant, and the other went to work immediately.

Chenghuang turned around, stretched out his hand sideways and said towards the house:

"Shangxian, please come in. We are waiting for guests inside. An old local friend of mine is visiting. It is fate to meet you. Let me introduce you. Well, this is it."

"Hey, is that you?"

Fang Chang smiled and said, it turned out that the person who got up and greeted him was the local official whom he met at the fried stinky tofu stand before.

I didn't expect the other party to have such a connection, to communicate with the gods in the body of a mortal.

The City God next to him realized the situation in the house, and suddenly felt a little ashamed: "Shangxian... don't blame, the little god didn't know you came, and he was enjoying this thing here, making this place a bit unbearable."

It turned out that the portion of tofu that the official took away just now was on the table, half eaten.

Naturally, there was an aura similar to the outside in the room.

Fang Chang laughed and waved his fingers, and the air in the room suddenly became fresh. This manual wind control technique is very delicate, he weighed it casually, Chenghuang is very knowledgeable, seeing that nothing in the room was blown, but the air was changed again, he knew it was a brilliant technique, and immediately wanted to praise it.

But Fang Chang said first: "City God, don't care about this matter. I met this friend just now, and they chatted with each other while eating fried stinky tofu. Before leaving, I saw this friend pack it up and take it away. I didn't expect it to be brought here, this is a delicacy, the City God should continue to enjoy it."

The three of them sat down, and the errand next to him came forward with a teapot to refill some good tea and left.

The City God introduced: "Little God Li Xingping, this is a local official. His surname is Liang and his name is Wen Min. Although he is a mortal, he is quite upright. He once met the Little God by chance. Brother Wen Min, this Shangxian is a master of Taoism. , don’t lose your etiquette—I don’t know if Shangxian can tell you his name? Where is the dojo?”