I didn't intend to be a Fairy

It was already dark when we went out, and there were many fewer people on the road.

The Taoist was still walking slowly, and the cat was still following him with small steps, but he kept turning his head to stare at the Taoist.

When she finally found no one, she asked, her voice clear and thin:

"Taoist Priest Nanya'er! What is the God of Wealth?"

"Is Sanhua Empress starting again?"

"Hmm!" The calico cat paused, taking small steps, and then immediately changed his mind, "Taoist! What is the God of Wealth?"

"He is the rumored god in charge of wealth."

"Can you make a fortune if you believe in him?"

"People believe this, and the God of Wealth preaches this."

"Can you make a fortune if you believe in him?"

"I don't know if it is possible." The Taoist's voice was as low as a cat. "Anyway, I have never seen anyone get rich because of their belief in the God of Wealth. Even those people themselves think so."

"You can't make a fortune..."

The calico cat suddenly lost a lot of interest.

The evening breeze was blowing, and there were many brothels and restaurants on both sides of the river. All of them lit up red lights, which were reflected in the river. However, this stone bridge was relatively clean.

Cat suddenly trotted for a while, which made it easy for her to stop. She stopped by the stone bridge, turned her head and looked at the brothels and restaurants on both sides of the river through the hollow carved stone railings——

My ears couldn't help but tremble, and I could faintly hear the sound of the guqin coming from a certain building with carved railings and paintings. The candle shadows swayed in the paper window sill, and there were also women's figures dancing gracefully. She didn't know that it was a brothel, and she didn't know exactly what the brothel did. It was just that Yangzhou, the sound of the guqin, the beautiful house and the graceful woman who couldn't see clearly living in it always gave her the feeling that she and the Taoist priest had waited for each other. On a bridge, you may encounter a fox under the lantern at the corner.

It's a pity that the sound of the piano is far less beautiful than the Hexian Tower in Changjing, let alone the ghost town of Yeshan, and the way from Changjing to Fengzhou. These beautiful houses are far less elegant than Hexian Tower. As for which one was more beautiful, the woman living inside or the fox that turned into a human, Sanhua Empress couldn't tell.

It is destined not to meet a fox here.

Familiar footsteps caught up from behind.

When the Taoist priest passed by her, she immediately put her head back and started walking again, walking side by side with the Taoist priest.

"Taoist! It's so expensive to eat here!"

"yes."

"And it's not delicious!"

"yes."

"It's not as delicious as Sanhua Empress's!"

"yes."

"There is a river here. Sanhua Empress saw some people fishing during the day. Tomorrow Sanhua Empress will come to the river with a fishing rod to fish, and she will cook it for you to eat."

"yes."

"Meow?"

"OK."

One person and one cat went back to the chariot and horse shop.

"Wow..."

Song You washed himself, wrung out the water from his handkerchief, and dropped it back into the wooden basin. The sound of clear water echoed in the extremely silent room, making it seem extraordinarily quiet.

The girl was lying on the table, with the lamp in front of it lighting up without any oil. There was an ordinary lantern on the left, and her pony lantern on the right, which reflected the tabletop brightly, and to some extent also reflected what she had written. The travel notes blocked some of it, which gave her a good sense of security and allowed her to focus more on creation.

In fact, this is completely unnecessary.

The Taoist didn't even glance at her manuscript. He just finished washing himself and lay down on the bed.

Sanhua Empress still stayed up late at night writing. Whether it was the candlelight coming from the table, Sanhua Empress' occasional whisper, or the sound of turning pages and pages, it was very calming.

With his mind calm, Song You was no longer in a hurry to find the God of Bliss, and just wanted to have a good rest for a few days.

Close your eyes and sleep, a night without dreams.

The calico cat, who finished his creation at midnight, went out for a late-night snack, washed his feet and went to bed, was dreaming.

I don’t know whether it was because I was writing a travel diary that I remembered the incident at the seaside, or because tonight’s meal touched Empress Sanhua so deeply that she returned to the seaside in her dream. It was still the beach in Lan'an, Langzhou, and she kept picking up fish and shrimps along the beach with her handbag on her arm. If she took two steps, she would be a fish, and if she took two steps, she would be a shrimp. The fish are all small fish, and the shrimps are also small. Shrimp, nothing but fish and shrimp.

The dream was real, but the shrimp still caught himself.

Empress Sanhua couldn't pick it up at all.

…

In the following days, Song You went out for a walk every day, sometimes taking Sanhua Empress with him, and sometimes traveling alone to appreciate the prosperity of Yangdu.

What the clerk said yesterday was not a lie. The temple of the God of Paradise has indeed been demolished, and the government has indeed banned people from worshiping the God of Paradise. However, there are still many people in Yangdu who secretly worship the God. Most of them enshrine the statues or tablets of the God of Paradise in their own homes, either because they want the God of Paradise to bless them and make them rich, or they are afraid that the God of Paradise will take away their money.

This can also be regarded as a microcosm of Dayan's Shinto system.

People originally worshiped gods because they admired their virtues and appreciated their merits. Later, when people worshiped gods, most of them either had something to ask for or were afraid of.

Shangxiang wants the gods to bless themselves;

I'm afraid that if I don't burn incense, I will be remembered by the gods;

Gods probably rely on these two ways to obtain incense.

Of course, the second way is not the right way.

It is true that the God of Paradise has probably not been killed yet, nor has he been deposed successfully, but he obviously has special hiding methods, and he has been able to temporarily avoid the back-up plan prepared by the national master.

Due to the official prohibition, almost all of these idols and tablets were secretly kept at home by the people of Yangdu. Even businessmen did not dare to display them in their shops. Song You did not check too carefully and mostly just wandered around the city. , to see the charm of Yangdu, and to see where it is more suitable to rent a house, so until now I have not gained much, but I have heard many legends.

There is a story about Princess Changping who went to Yangzhou, caught a sperm rabbit in the hunting ground, cured it and released it.

There are stories about overseas dragon kings making waves in the past two years.

It is a story that I have walked through.

I have experienced it myself, I have seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears, and then I have listened to the folklore and the difference between it and the real story, and I can appreciate it carefully and there is something interesting about it.

He also heard his own legend.

There are both the northern border and the southern sea.

It's just that this place is further away from the northern border, geographically and in other ways, far enough away. When those stories come here, the gap between them and the facts becomes even greater. The people living here are like two worlds from the nearly emptied northern states. No matter how vivid the storytellers describe it, they cannot imagine the scene of thousands of miles of bones and giant monsters swallowing the city.

But what happened at sea is true.

But I don’t know what will happen to these strange things at sea after they spread to the north.

Different regions and different cultures will indeed give birth to completely different stories.

"..."

Song You smiled, walked out of the teahouse, and returned home with a stick.

I just took two steps and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He couldn't help but stop and look into the distance.

"Huh?"

There was a faint flash of divine light and spiritual light there.

Song You frowned and continued walking, leaning on the bluestone with his stick, making a clanging sound.

Suddenly there was another noise from that side.

"The money is flying out!"

"The God of Bliss appears!"

"Everyone, pick it up quickly!"

"You are not allowed to pick it up. Only those who believe in the God of Paradise can pick it up. If you pick it up, the God of Paradise will blame you!"

Song You kept walking and walked forward.

Just after turning a corner, a noisy scene suddenly appeared in front of us——

In a building that seemed to be in good repair, all the doors and windows were wide open, and all the windows upstairs were also opened to face the wind. Coins and scattered silver beans kept flying out from inside, one after another. All the money fell on the streets everywhere, jingling.

There were people on the ground picking up things frantically, looking excited, shouting and even getting into a fight over it, and the picking turned into robbing.

There are also people who are also picking up, or want to pick up, but they have not worshiped the God of Paradise recently. When they heard other people's words, they didn't know whether they were promoting the God of Paradise or to eliminate competitors, they were restrained in place for a while. At a loss.

Someone stood in the distance, sighing.

There were faint sounds of people crying for mercy in that house.

"Ding……"

A copper plate fell in front of Song You, rolling towards him on the ground. Suddenly it hit the stick, stopped, and fell to the ground with a chirp, revealing the four words "Ming De Tong Bao".

Almost immediately, money stopped flying out of the building.

Song You lowered his head and stared at the copper coin.

Before he could see clearly, a dirty hand immediately reached out and snatched it away like lightning.

Song You followed his hand and raised his head slightly. He saw a young beggar in ragged clothes, holding copper coins tightly in his hand. He stared at him with a pair of alert and frightened eyes, as if he was afraid that Song You would scold him for this.

“First come first served!”

Song You couldn't understand what he said, but he could barely guess what he meant. Then he didn't say anything, smiled slightly, and looked up at the building in the distance.

There is no money left to fly out.

Only the people on the ground were left looking up and waiting, or looking down in the cracks of the bricks.

The God of Bliss is not here either.

Either he came here to cast a spell, then left quickly after casting the spell, and the money that flew out was all caused by the spell, or he didn't come here at all, but just used the airborne magic to cast the spell. Anyway, when Song You came, he only saw divine light and divine light, but no sign of him.

"Be cautious..."

Song You stepped forward and passed through the crowd. As he got closer to the building, the cries and begging for mercy inside became clearer.

There were still people sighing outside, but more people didn't care what happened to the owner of the building. They just waited eagerly outside, waiting for the next wave of money to fly out so that they could pick up some more.

At this moment, someone suddenly called him.

"Mr. Song!"

It was a rough and deafening sound.

"Um?"

Song You turned around and looked.

But they saw a man with a fierce face like the evil ghost Yaksha, who was much taller than the person next to him, standing in the crowd, looking at him in surprise and astonishment.

"Mr. Song! It's really you!"

The man walked over in two or three steps and stood with the ordinary people. He was like a giant, like an iron tower. He just walked through the crowd without crowding or shouting. When the people around him heard his voice, they felt a sudden The dark sky will give way under the huge psychological pressure.

It is the descendant of Yasha, Ye Xinrong.