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Song Qianji saw the temple up close for the first time.

Compared with ordinary ancestral halls or temples, it is more like a magnificent palace.

Under the blue sky, the golden roof reflected the sunlight, the vermilion walls stretched into stretches, and the jet-black carved doors and windows were wide open.

Majestic, sacred and solemn.

If you look up, you will feel that you are small and humble, not as good as a tile of the temple.

Since ancient times, there is a road in the temple, with nine or nine 81 steps, and layers of white jade are piled up.

Monks can use spiritual energy or magic tools, and gentry can sit on a walking chariot.Only when ordinary people come to worship, they kowtow step by step.

The outer disciples followed behind Song Qian's fuselage and exclaimed one after another:

"It turns out that this is the temple. It's really spectacular and mighty."

"It's so high, every time someone comes to offer incense, isn't it very tiring to walk?"

Zhao Ren looked at them like a group of bumpkins who had just entered the city.

I have never seen the world, Qianqu County is barren, and the temple is just a small temple.

"Junior Brother Song is the first time to be a fairy official." Zhao Ren asked knowingly, while turning around and beckoning, he recruited a person from the management team behind him.

The man nodded and bowed, and saluted Song Qianji.

Song Qianji wondered: "This is?"

"He is the best painter in Qianqu County." Zhao Ren said with a smile: "After drawing your portrait today, the artisans will work day and night to make the golden body, and the work will be completed within three days. Then you will consecrate it with a drop of blood and offer it to the temple. Increase your luck."

Song Qianji was immediately alert: "No need!"

Many things that have happened in this life are already a little bit wrong.

If you increase your luck and attract the chance from the sky, you will really attract Xian Jianchen, which will delay the plan of farming.

He must not be offered incense.

Zhao Ren thought to himself, I lent you the artist and offered to show my favor, but you didn't appreciate it.

Still smiling, he said: "Junior Brother Song's 'Heroic Post' is famous in the world of comprehension, calligraphy and painting are not separated from each other, presumably the younger brother's painting skills are also the best in the world, naturally I look down on the painters in this small place."

Song Qianji didn't answer, he pointed to the mortals kneeling on the square under the jade steps:

"Are they all willing to come to worship the temple?"

"Of course, they are all sincere!" Zhao Ren was afraid that Song Qianji would be suspicious, so he spoke firmly.

"Why?" Song Qianji was puzzled, "The monks who are enshrined have benefits, what benefits can they get?"

"It's a great benefit!" Zhao Ren imparted his experience to Song Qianji, "According to the usual practice, the immortal officials will randomly select one person from among the mortals participating in the worship meeting to grant one of his wishes. However, most mortals are greedy. If it’s too much, you don’t have to feel embarrassed, just replace it with another person. But you can’t say to the outside world that you just pick the one who is the most sincere during prostration, so that they will be more sincere.

"The mortal I picked last year said he had no food to eat, so I directly asked Sinong to give him a thousand catties of millet, making him rich overnight. The year before last, he was sick and dying, so I gave him a bottle of life-extending elixir , let him prolong his life for a hundred years..."

When he talked about these 'benefits', he held his head high and looked proud.

The stewards behind him joked skillfully: "You are generous and have repeatedly created miracles. You are really a blessing to the people of Qianqu!"

"Living Bodhisattva who saves suffering and suffering, no matter how much you enjoy offerings, you can't overdo it."

The flattery was suddenly broken, and a crisp female voice interjected:

"A windfall from the sky, how to carry it home? It is easy to be robbed on the road, causing disasters. The panacea continues to live, but the pain of the disease does not alleviate, and they still have to endure torture. In this way, their problems are not only not solved, but may If you are harmed, why do you still willingly worship the temple..."

Before Ji Xing finished speaking, he turned his head and glared at Ji Chen, "Brother, why are you pulling my sleeve all the time? I'm really curious about how the fairy officials do things, so I can't ask?"

Ji Chen smiled apologetically at Song Qianji: "Brother Song, sister-in-law is young, so there is no malice."

"It's okay." Song Qianji didn't know what he was thinking, but was still a little dazed.

Zhao Ren thought to himself that Song Qianji's subordinates really have no rules, what kind of place is this, how can a little girl like you ask me a question?

But this beautiful female cultivator is wearing an expensive robe and has an innocent expression on her face. It can be seen that she has been pampered since she was a child. He does not want to offend rashly, so he just said coldly:

"Ordinary people have their own karmic fate, misfortune and good fortune are their fate, so what does it have to do with the immortal officials?"

When he said this, the white jade steps had come to an end.

The threshold of the temple is higher than other places, reaching to the knees, stretching across the eyes, like an unattainable fairy road.

The incense burns in the hall all the year round, and the green smoke floats out of the door, like misty auspicious clouds.

Song Qianji stopped in the cloud of smoke and turned around suddenly.

Zhao Ren was stunned, and was about to ask him what he was doing.

He took a deep breath and shouted to the mortals kneeling in the square:

"Don't enshrine me, I won't satisfy any of your wishes—"

His voice is full of spiritual energy, so it is effortless and his voice spreads far.

Everyone in the square looked up in a daze, and saw the new immortal official standing against the light.

The sunlight outlined the golden border for his tall figure, but his face could not be seen clearly, only his voice echoed between the heaven and the earth:

"Don't worship me, everyone stand up—"

No one moved.People still kneel.

Song Qianji thought of something bad.According to the law of luck, any mortal who worships me is messing with me.

No one wants to mess with me!

Meng Heze had been observing Song Qianji's expression, and when he saw it, he raised his aura and shouted angrily:

"Who, still, dare, kneel!"

He was ferocious and majestic, as if he was chasing away evil guests who would not leave after dinner.

At the end of the square, a person stood up tremblingly, followed by a second, and a third.

Finally, like the waves of the sea, one after another, stretching into a piece, everyone stood up.

Song Qianji was finally relieved, turned around and stepped into the hall, but was startled

—— There are still a group of people kneeling in the hall.

Although this group of people are mortals with a very respectful posture, their clothes are gorgeous and expensive but not obvious.

No matter their age, they all have ruddy complexions and a strong breath, which shows that taking the panacea for physical fitness all year round is different from ordinary mortals.

The voice of the old man kneeling at the very front resounded, "All blessings to the Immortal Official."

The people behind said in unison: "I wish the immortal officials live forever, travel thousands of miles every day, and ascend as soon as possible!"

Ascension early?It sounds bad luck.Song Qianji waved his hands quickly: "Get up, everyone."

When everyone got up, he turned his head and asked Zhao Ren in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Ren chuckled and said, "According to the rules, it's time for them to present treasures to you."

"Is it okay not to donate?" Song Qianji asked.

"No." Zhao Ren said with a smile, "How can they be at ease if you don't accept it?"

Isn't this what you're looking forward to the most? Just pretend.

Meng Heze took out the recliner, and Song Qianji sat down.

A group of outer disciples marched into the hall and stood behind him.

The gentry secretly looked at each other.

Although he had heard of Song Qianji's prestige and was prepared, when he saw this scene with his own eyes, he still felt uneasy.

Zhao Ren made a gesture, and a steward behind him held out the roster, and said in a drawn-out tone:

"Congratulations to the new Immortal Officer, the Liu family of Qianqu County, present four red marrow spiritual jade pillows and three sets of ancient glazed tea sets..."

"The Zhang family of Qianqu County, present two pieces of sky cloud satin gold silk robes..."

Song Qianji leaned on the recliner, patiently listening to the "report the name of the dish".

Seeing that the list was reported page after page, until the last page, the new fairy official was always lacking in interest and showed no expression.

The gentry were a little anxious and gritted their teeth secretly.

An old man rushed out of the queue before the list was finished, and saluted and held out a gift box: "Song Xianguan, this Jiaolongzhen sea pearl is a treasure of my family, and I will present it to the fairy official today."

Song Qianji thought to himself why it was endless, so he responded lightly.

The gentry lined up one after another, taking out the treasures at the bottom of the box one by one.

Meng Heze still had a cold face, acting fierce.

Brothers and sisters Ji Chen and Ji Xing are used to seeing treasures and don't take them seriously.

The outer disciples were expressionless.

Thinking at the same time, you really don't understand Senior Brother Song, what can be done with a bag of land, you have to make it so complicated.

Seeing that Song Qianji and his subordinates were so contemptuous, the last person came out to salute, gritted his teeth like cutting flesh and said:

"There are two daughters in the villain's family, cardamom twigs, who know everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I would like to serve the immortal officials from now on, pouring tea and pouring water..."

Song Qianji hastily stopped: "No need!"

Is there any reason for this, and you still think that I have not brought enough people along the way?

He urged: "Is there any more in the back, let's bring them up together."

Want more?The gentry were completely panicked, and their trousers were about to be stripped off.

As the saying goes, "The fairy officials of the flowing water, the powerful clan of the iron", the three clans in Qianqu County stand together, intermarried and united, and the same spirit is connected.

As the real managers of Qianqu County, they are respectful on the surface but proud in their hearts, claiming that they have never seen any scenes before.

To this day, offering treasures to doubt life.

It is very dangerous to know the pulse of the new immortal official. Everyone feels that many things are going to be different from before.

Zhao Ren was also startled, so he was still not satisfied, was it too dark?

Song Qianji is young, looks talented, and is suave, how can he act cruel and merciless?

Hotter than me.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and finally persuaded in a low voice:

"Brother, killing the chicken to get the eggs is not a good thing. They have served me with all their heart and soul these years, and I always want to read some incense. For my sake, let's forget it this time."

Song Qianji frowned, he knew every word the other party said, why couldn't they understand it together.

But he understood the word "forget it" at the end, and thought to himself, if you didn't say it earlier, why should we waste this time?

Immediately waved: "Forget it."

When the fairy official spoke, all the gentry breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Ren was very relieved, feeling that he had a lot of face, and said loudly: "The third division is on the front line."

Si Jun came out first, but Song Qianji finally came to his senses: "Si Nong first please."

Si Nong hurriedly saluted: "Song Immortal Officer, there are three thousand stones of grain in Qianqu County, and one thousand head of livestock. I will offer them to the temple today, and I will offer them to you."

Song Qianji interrupted: "I don't ask these questions."

Sinong was startled.

Seeing him trembling, Song Qianji's tone became gentle:

"I have a lot of questions, please write them down first, and then answer them one by one, don't worry."

Sinong bit the bullet and agreed.

Song Qianji: "In Qianqu County, what are the main crops? What do the people like to grow? Where is the most fertile field, how long is the sunshine time, how many times does it rain every year, and how much is the yield per mu? Two crops a year Or three-cropping? What about the most barren fields? Are there any pests, and if so, which types of insects? Which season is the most?"

The more Sinong heard it, the more something was wrong.

In the end, his face was flushed red, he couldn't make a sound, he hesitated.

Meng Heze said fiercely: "You can answer whatever you ask!"

Shocked by the coercion of his foundation establishment, Sinong sweated profusely: "This county grows both millet and beans, which are ripe once a year. The yield per mu can reach up to [-] catties. As for insect damage, I don't know much about it. "

One hundred catties is the farm output of the gentry and landlords, fifty catties is considered a high incense for ordinary farmers, and the whole county has not rained for three years, how dare he say that?

Song Qianji was at a loss after hearing this.

That's it?Only a hundred catties?

not sure?I originally thought that you are a dignified farmer, in charge of grain and grain, repairing Lei Lei, and having field utensils, so you must have high opinions, but who would have thought that you would say such vulgar words!

So disappointing.

The gentry observed Song Qianji's expression.When accepting the treasure just now, although he was unhappy and careless, he didn't show any obvious cold face.

At this time, he had an ugly expression and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Sinong's face turned pale.

Sure enough, the new immortal official was dissatisfied with the treasure, and wanted to find fault with him, and set up his majesty.

The sharp knife cut right on his neck.

With a plop, he knelt down and bowed his head: "Forgive me! Immortal officer, please spare the villain!"

"Dong dong dong." His head hit the cold floor tiles, his voice was clear and crisp.

Seeing this, Si Li, Si Jun and others couldn't help but feel the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox mourning.

The new immortal official is so difficult to serve, I'm afraid someone will splash blood on the temple today.

"Why are you kneeling again!" Song Qianji was puzzled.

Meng Heze strode forward and forcefully pulled him up.

Sinong thought that Meng Heze was going to drag him out and kill him, his whole body was as soft as mud, with tears streaming down his face, struggling and refusing to get up:

"Master Immortal, I beg you to be merciful!"

Just at this moment, a noise outside the hall was suddenly heard.

Zhao Ren frowned slightly, didn't he think it was messy enough, didn't he give Song Qianji enough clues?

He said coldly: "Who is making noise!"

"Immortal officials forgive me." The steward who guarded the gate of the palace entered the palace and reported, "Outside is Liu Laizi from Xiaolan Village. He is crazy. If he insists on offering treasures, he can't stop him."

Zhao Ren asked, "What treasure did he offer?"

"It's a farm tool he made himself. He said it's a new kind of plow. Do you want to invite him in?"

Zhao Ren suddenly realized, and sneered, disapproving of their tricks.

How could a mortal make a big commotion in the square? It was nothing more than the fact that the three clans saw that the atmosphere in the hall was not right, so they let the mortal make trouble.

He wanted to divert Song Qianji's attention so as to save Si Nong's life.

The real treasure offering has been messed up, someone has to bear the thunder and wrath of the new fairy official today, it is better to die as a mortal.

Song Qianji's eyes brightened when he heard the word "plough".

There are still intelligent talents who innovate farm tools in Qianqu County?

In the mortal world, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers!

"Then what are you waiting for? Please come in soon." The ruthless Song Xianguan suddenly stood up with an excited expression: "No, I'll go out to meet him."

Before the words fell, the figure rushed out of the hall like the wind.