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When things go wrong, there must be demons.

When a country is dying, there must be demons.

Last night, the residences of the great dignitaries were harassed by ghosts, so this morning, everyone was whispering about this matter.

"The Duke of Wei didn't come. It seems that the rumors are true. He was very frightened. I'm afraid he is still lying on the bed and has not woken up."

"Hey, Duke Guo is so old, don't talk about him, those of us who are still young and strong were almost scared to death on the spot, and we still dare not recall it."

"Thanks to the messengers of the Yin Division." Someone stroked his heart and said with a pale face: "Otherwise, whether the big guy can come to court alive or not is another matter."

"Those wastes enshrined in the palace!"

"On weekdays, they ask for gold and silver jewelry and collect magic tools. When it comes to using them, they are not as good as the dogs who guard the house!"

A young civil servant with a white pheasant embroidered on his official robe couldn't help snorting coldly.

It stands to reason that he is a fifth-rank official who is not qualified to participate in the exchange, because the people standing around are either hereditary and irreplaceable, and the honorable and noble, or third-rank officials, fourth-rank officials can only listen silently, occasionally To add a few words to it.

However, this young official recognized a good godfather, the most qualified **** in Tianfu!

Because of this, no one scolded him for being presumptuous, but seriously wondered whether it represented the meaning of guarding the eunuch.

"The world is difficult, and there are many evil spirits."

"Now, the Yin Division has returned to the yang world, and we should all go to offer incense to our feelings and reason."

At this time, a military attache with tiger and leopard embroidered on the patch suddenly spoke up, reminding everyone not to forget to repay Yin Si for his life last night.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on the face of Henan Hou Lu Xu, thinking:

Everything is going in the expected direction.

"You really have to go to sacrifice, everyone, don't forget, this is what our court officials should do."

"That's right, that's right, Wang Shilang, you are an official of the Ministry of Rites, come up with an idea quickly."

Everyone present looked at a thin middle-aged man, waiting for him to answer.

The loss is in the past. For things like sacrificial sacrifices, it must be reported to the capital in advance, and the Jinling small court can make preparations after the decision is made there.

And right now...

Hurry up!

Thinking of the haunting in his mansion, Shilang Wang instantly became hard-hearted, and immediately said that the Ministry of Rites had drafted the regulations.

In fact, in normal years in the past, various places would regularly hold ceremonies to sacrifice to the city gods. Although various systems have been relaxed over the years as the gods and Buddhas have been hidden, there is no trouble in restoring them.

About an hour later, all the civil and military officials who were able to move in Jinling City were present.

Since Duke Wei had not woken up yet, the three eunuchs in charge of guarding the **** were sick on the couch, and the chiefs were several marquis.

Among them, the Hou Lu Xu of Henan was invited to lead the way, because everyone knew that he had a good son who was suspected to be the reincarnation of an immortal. Last night, all the mansions of Baiguan were attacked by ghosts, except for the mansion of the Marquis of Lujia, where even evil ghosts dared not enter .

Lu Xu did not refuse the kindness of many colleagues, and at the same time, he was filled with emotion.

Severe cases require severe medication.

Before the fire burned themselves, these guys didn't move the bullets at all.

Once one's own safety is affected, one will compete one by one, and no matter what the capital's will is, let's pass the current stage first.

In addition, Lu Xu is also more and more looking forward to where his son will go.

If the world is called the emperor, then he is the supreme emperor, and the ancestors and sects don't have to bear the name of the marquis, and they will all be posthumously named emperors, enjoying the gods.

If they can occupy a throne in the underworld, the Lu family will prosper from generation to generation.

At the same time, looking at Lu Xu, the Hou of Henan, who was wearing a python robe and striding forward, all the officials behind him were full of envy.

Born in troubled times, everyone lost the protection from the luck of the dynasty, but this colleague was alone, and his hair turned black.

At this moment, many officials in the family who have daughters who are still waiting in the boudoir, and regardless of the reputation of Lu Li's once prosperous children, are constantly thinking about the matter of forming a family with their children—

If there is no such son, let him be a son-in-law!

It's a pity that since he knew about his son's ambitions, Lu Xu simply didn't care about anything, including marriage, it all depends on what he likes.

It is a very solemn thing to worship King Mingling at any time.

In terms of official rank, there are hundreds of civil and military officials present, even if the Duke of Wei, who is bedridden and has not arrived yet, is far inferior, not to mention that he still has a halo that belongs to the gods.

You know, according to the rules, the first thing that local parents and officials do when they take office is to go to the Temple of the City God to offer incense. From this, it is not difficult to see that officials in the Yangjian are naturally one level lower than officials in the Department of Yin.

Besides, it's a messy world right now!

In the eyes of the ghosts, officials without the protection of the imperial court's luck are no different from ordinary people, and they can eat as much as they want.

As a result, the Ministry of Rites handled the matter in a grand manner, beating gongs and drums all the way, setting up a guard of honor, stretching for several miles, as if to make up all the rites owed in previous years.

This scene naturally caused discussion among the people along the street, scrambling to find out what happened.

When it was clear that King Mingling appeared, he dispatched a ghost envoy to suppress the evil spirits at night and rescued the dignitaries in Jinling. The people also went home and changed into their costumes. According to their early memories, they brought appropriate tributes and followed the team to the Temple of the City God. .

"The world can be real, knowing that the gods and Buddhas of the gods have disappeared, and they will no longer worship them."

"Let the temple collapse and the weeds grow, and don't even look at it."

Inside the hall.

General Ma Mian looked at the noisy scene of gongs and drums in the Xuanguang Mirror, and couldn't help but sigh: "Now, the order of Yin Si has been reorganized and reappeared in the world. Come to worship with a gesture."

Regarding this point, King Ming Ling's clone does not make any evaluation. Human nature is like this, and it is useless to say more.

What's more, the deity's purpose is not pure:

The luck of humanity and the luck of the remnants of the imperial court.

These are the things he longs for. With the blessing of faith, the follow-up plan will be smoother.

"Are the ghost town gods ready?"

Lu Li dressed in Tsing Yi~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked at the team that was getting closer and closer to the Temple of the City God, and exhorted, "Next, it's up to you how to stand up."

"Don't worry, you're safe."

King Mingling responded in a deep voice.

On the side, the horse-faced general who was sitting on the ground also stood up, and his height of two feet was extremely oppressive.

There was one play last night, and another one during the day.

Moreover, from the actors to the audience, nothing has changed.

No, there is more Lu Li.

After finishing his cultivation, in order to avoid the embarrassment of staying at home and worrying about it, he personally came to the Temple of the City God.

"All is ready except for the opportunity."

"After this last scene is sung, Purdue Cihang, a thousand-year-old demon, can't sit still."

With that said, Lu Li walked deeper into the hall.