The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule!

Deserted temple!

The blue tiles on the roof of the temple were broken, exposing the wooden beams below, and the moonlight poured down along the gaps in the blue tiles, leaving a slender black shadow on the ground.

"Master, isn't the City God a god? He enjoys the incense of the common people. He should protect the common people and be selfless."

"How could it be selfless."

The old Taoist sighed, and said: "If you want to become a city god, you need to be granted by the imperial court on the one hand, and you also need to accumulate virtue during your lifetime. It is naturally good for every city god to take office, but time is something that can change people's hearts. Change the heart of the City God."

"City God is not a god after all, but a different kind of ghost cultivator. If you want to use incense to worship and become a fairy, if you have desires, you will ask for them. As long as you ask for them, you will have selfishness."

"Dawu, you have to remember that there is no so-called selfless person or immortal in this world."

Dawu nodded ignorantly, he didn't quite understand what the master said, but he remembered it.

"The city god needs incense, and if he wants incense, the people have to come to worship and offer sacrifices. But the people have so many incense, and it is better in rich areas. If it is in poor areas, the people are busy with food, so how can they have time to worship?" This is City God."

"So, all the city gods in this world want to become city gods in rich lands, but there are only so many rich lands, so naturally there will be competition."

"Master, then none of these incense and fire fairies are really for the common people?"

"In a poor land, what can still hold on is for the people."

"Master, have you ever seen such an incense fairy?"

Dawu looked at the old Taoist curiously, and the old Taoist's face revealed a look of reminiscence, and he said slowly: "When I first started traveling around the world, I saw a village with a family of no more than a hundred people. There was a temple of earth at the entrance of the village. There is a clay statue of the earth standing on it, and there is an incense burner in front of the statue, but there are not a few sticks of incense, and occasionally a child is mischievous, and even moves forward to move the statue of the earth, or buckle a piece of mud down."

"Isn't this disrespectful to the Land Lord?"

"Yes, I was also curious as a teacher at the time. Looking at the smiling old man, I asked: "Old man, you are not angry that this naughty boy moved your statue, and you don't have much incense?"

"In the end, the old man replied to me: 'I am ignorant, so why worry about it, I am the land, to keep the village safe, and I am not here to do my best and enjoy the incense. If you want to be an incense, then don't do it. This poor land."

Dawu's eyes lit up: "Then this land master is a good land."

"That's right, for the sake of incense, don't be a master of the land. Unfortunately, many incense fairies don't understand this truth. Being the city god of the land is only for the sake of incense."

"Then what happened to the land master?"

"Later... Later, the boy in the village won the number one scholar in his studies, honored his ancestors, and when he returned to his hometown, he went to worship in front of the land, offering three pillars of incense, and writing a letter to the heavens.

"This is what the land master deserves." Dawu was very happy with the ending.

The old Taoist smiled, and looked outside the temple. In the distance outside the temple, there was an old man who bowed three times in the direction of the old Taoist.

He is the master of land, who has guarded this place for sixty years. Seeing the old Taoist at this moment, he originally wanted to ask why he became a fairy, but there is no need to ask now, the Taoist priest has already given the answer.

The old man waved his right hand, under the moonlight, a flower bud bloomed, and a flower essence with small wings flew out from it.

The flower essences flew to the front of the temple gate, above a falling blue tile, then swayed their bodies slightly, circling above the blue tile, and after a while, a drop of liquid fell down and landed on the blue tile.

drop by drop...

one after another...

But in just a cup of tea time, those few blue tiles were filled with liquid.

The old man waved his hand again, and the flower essences flew away happily. The old man bowed again, and then left.

"Dawu, take this gourd and go outside to collect some water."

"Master, there's no water outside at this time, it's not even the hour for the dew."

"Just go if you are told, on the blue tiles outside the door, be careful, don't spill it."

"oh……"

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Miaoying Temple.

Master Daoyuan not only recited Amitabha, but also ran to the statue of Buddha and knelt down.

He is ashamed of the Buddha for being a thing of the Taoist within the Buddhist gate.

Lin Ye looked at Master Daoyuan's unrequited appearance, curled his lips, and made a fuss, what is this, Buddhism and Taoism are all together in so many places in the real world.

In particular, in order to earn more money, some scenic spots insist on building a Tathagata hall in the Taoist temple. Similarly, there are also Sanqing Taoist temples in the temple, in order to catch all the believers of the two families.

"Brother, the Buddha knows that we are also here to help others, so he will definitely understand."

Lin Ye comforted him, but Dao Yuan looked at him coldly.

"Be quiet, don't disturb the other juniors in the temple."

"Um."

Lin Ye nodded. There was no way he would choose to stay in Miaoying Temple. Among the many rituals of the Taoist sect, there was one called Shangbiao Tianting.

If you are familiar with history, you will know that ancient emperors would find someone to write Qingci, especially a certain emperor in the Ming Dynasty was extremely keen on this. The treacherous official Yan Song was a master of Qingci, and this Qingci was first from the Taoist school. , It was written and burned for God to read. Those emperors just asked officials to write Qingci, and then asked Taoist priests to listen to it.

backyard!

The small courtyard where Lin Ye used to rest.

The altar is set up.

After Lin Ye finished his bath, he put on the Taoist robe left by the old Taoist in Qingfengguan, holding a fluorene board, with a serious expression.

Over there, Ye Zhiyuan was writing an indictment at another desk, suing Li Chenghuang.

Listening to the sky is not an easy task.

Lin Ye sat cross-legged in front of the altar, calmed down, and adjusted himself to the best condition. In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Zhiyuan finished writing the confession.

Picking up the indictment, Lin Ye read it over. As expected of a great writer with great literary talent, he probably understood the content, but he still didn't understand the words and sentences in some details, but this detail does not hinder.

"Add one more sentence to the last paragraph, the City God of Shangyang County knew this matter but stood by and watched..."

Since he was going to sue, Lin Ye didn't intend to let that Yang Chenghuang go, let's take it with him.

The report is ready!

Lin Ye took out three talismans and put them in a copper basin. He recited a mantra, and the next moment he gave a soft drink, the three talismans ignited spontaneously. There was a flame in the brazier, but the flame was glowing with blue light.

"Today, Lin Ye, a disciple of the Sanqing Dynasty, is suing Tianting, please submit three letters and burn three sticks of incense..."

Lin Ye lit three sticks of incense and bowed to the sky three times.

After finishing this, Lin Ye looked at Master Daoyuan beside him. Master Daoyuan was a little helpless, but he still came over with an incense burner.

This incense burner is an incense burner placed in front of the Buddha statue. The incense ash in it has not been poured since the establishment of Miaoying Temple.

"Thank you, brother."

Lin Ye smiled and expressed his gratitude. There was no other way. With his strength, he couldn't listen to the heavens. He had to rely on the power of incense condensed by the incense ash.

"few……"

Master Daoyuan was about to tell Lin Ye to use less incense ashes, but Lin Ye just poured all the incense ashes from the entire incense burner into the brazier.

boom!

The flames of the brazier burned violently in an instant, and the flames soared into the sky.

"Ye Zhiyuan, what grievances do you have? Tell me quickly!" Lin Ye shouted at Ye Zhiyuan.

"The grievances of the disciples are hard to express in words, and a close-up report is written. I hope the heavens will have mercy."

According to Lin Ye's instructions, Ye Zhiyuan threw the notice into the brazier after saying this.