Hidden in the court

Chapter 147 I often kneel before the Temple of the God of Wealth

The next morning, before they could go and ask around, a guest came to the Censorate.

Qingzhou Sima, Huo Gang

"Haha, I never thought that the little girl back then would now be in charge of this old man."

"Mr. Huo, this is the new Imperial Censor, Marquis of Jiangning Jijun."

Hu Die introduced to Ji Mingshang.

"I have heard of your great name for a long time. Seeing is believing. I have admired you for a long time."

At this time, Ji Mingshang also took the opportunity to flatter Huo Gang, but to his surprise, Huo Gang just smiled slightly.

"Alright, alright, stop bragging. How old were you when I was demoted? Do you still listen to me?"

Ji Mingshang smiled awkwardly, but Huo Gang seemed unconcerned.

"I came here today just to see Ying Er, nothing else. I didn't come yesterday because I didn't like those two guys and didn't want to see them. I brought some good wine, would you two drink with me?"

The two men were in a dilemma. Today was originally the day to investigate a case, and it would be difficult if they drank too much.

As if he saw the dilemma the two were in, Huo Gang smiled brightly and took out a small jar of wine from his arms.

"It's just a little bit. It won't be a problem for the three of us to drink it."

"Then, it's better to obey than to be respectful."

There was no choice but for the three of them to drink and chat and take a few more sips.

After everyone left, Ji Mingshang asked her, "How come everyone knows you? Master Hu has many students all over the world?"

Hu Die didn't bother to roll her eyes at him and said, "Mr. Huo is of the same generation as my grandfather, and he also followed the late emperor down from the battlefield. I met him once when I was a child, and later I heard that he was demoted to Qingzhou for some unknown reason. More than ten years have passed, and I had no idea that he is still serving as a Sima in Qingzhou."

"Who knows about the older generation? Let's go, the four of us go and worship the Buddha. Little girl, let's go!"

"Where are we going first?"

"Go to whichever house is closest."

"North Road God of Wealth Temple."

As they walked, they arrived at the Temple of the God of Wealth at noon.

The temple was majestic, with majestic stone lions in front of the gate and abundant incense. However, most people were crowded at the gate. Upon closer inspection, there were indeed people blocking the way.

I saw a few young men in ordinary clothes standing in front of the door, asking for money from the people coming in.

"Don't cheat anyone, just give ten copper coins to each person, go to the temple and burn incense, and the God of Wealth will appear."

Seeing this scene, Ji Mingshang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at everyone, "Look, what did I say?"

At the same time, everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts. Could it be that these places were really places for making money?

Anyway, I have no choice but to go in now. I might as well spend ten coins to see what is going on.

Ji Mingshang took out forty coins and the few people were finally able to enter.

As you enter the temple, you will see believers coming in an endless stream, some holding incense sticks, some kneeling on the ground praying, it is a lively scene.

However, in this scene, Hu Die soon discovered something was wrong.

This place is not small, but it seems that there is only one hall in which only Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth of the North Road, is enshrined. There are some other buildings, but I don't know what they are used for, and there are people standing in front of the doors.

In front of the gate of the Temple of the God of Wealth, there was a surge of people. It would be more appropriate to call these people fanatics rather than ordinary people.

Believers flocked in like a tide, their eyes flashing with desire and enthusiasm for wealth. Some held incense sticks, chanted, and prayed to the God of Wealth to grant them endless wealth; others knelt on the ground, kowtowed, as if to deeply imprint their piety in the heart of the God of Wealth.

Among these believers, there are many poor people in ragged clothes, who are full of hope, hoping that the God of Wealth will bless them and help them get rid of poverty. There are also wealthy businessmen with jewels and gems, who, although they already have abundant wealth, still greedily pray to the God of Wealth to make them more wealthy.

Under this crazy belief, the Temple of the God of Wealth seems to have become a holy place in people's hearts. Everyone who enters it is infected by this fanatical atmosphere, and their hearts are filled with infinite yearning and pursuit for wealth. And the Temple of the God of Wealth, nourished by this belief, becomes more mysterious and solemn.

All in all, the contrast between the smell of incense here and the restlessness of the people around is huge.

Such an atmosphere made Nangong Xiao feel uncomfortable, and he even coughed twice.

First, go to the main hall and pay respect to Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth in the North. The huge statue has a black face and thick beard, wears an iron crown, holds an iron whip, rides on a black tiger, holds the Xuantan in his hand, and has the Dinghai Divine Pearl behind him. The whole statue is shining with gold, looking majestic and kind.

"thump--"

As soon as everyone entered the hall, before anyone could react, Ji Mingshang slid down to his knees.

"God of Wealth, please bless me and let me spend more and more money in the second half of my life. Otherwise, you can just give me some of other people's money..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Mingshang began to kowtow with all his might, as if he had used up all his strength, even the floor tiles underneath were clanging.

"Bang bang bang-"

The remaining three people were stunned, and even the other devout people who were kowtowing in the hall couldn't help but look sideways.

"This guy is quite ruthless. He is more pious than us..."

Soon, Mingsheng also pulled Rowling to kneel there, and the two began a new round of kowtow.

"Su Mengyang" was a little at a loss and looked to Hu Die for advice.

Hu Die ignored him, as if she had discovered something else. To be more precise, she did discover something.

"I see……"

If the bricks underneath were solid, then even if Ji Mingshang had died from knocking them to death, it would not have made such a loud noise, so there must be nothing underneath.

Rather than saving money, she would rather believe that there is something underneath.

After a while, Ji Mingshang felt a little dizzy and could not knock any more. Just as he pulled Luo Lin up, he found a big face that looked like a Taoist priest standing in front of him.

"This donor... no, this young friend. I see that you are so pious, why don't you burn some incense to the God of Wealth and ask for his blessing?"

Ji Mingshang listened to the familiar words and smiled evilly.

"I came here in a hurry today and didn't bring any incense with me. May I ask if you can sell some, Master?"

The Taoist priest-like man chuckled, "Of course we have it. We have everything, including incense, candles, paper and gifts."

"How much is a bunch?"

"Ten copper coins for a bundle, no cheating for children or adults."

"What? Ten coins? Why don't you just go and rob..."

Luo Lin wanted to get angry, but was stopped by Ji Mingshang before she could finish her words.

After hearing this, the man's expression did not change and he was still smiling.

Ji Mingshang paid another ten coins and received ten incense sticks. Beautiful, it seems that I still underestimated these people.

Without saying much, Ji Mingshang distributed the incense to several people.