My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"Yes. Those who have money will contribute money, and those who are powerful will contribute."

The fisherman moved immediately.

On the first day, the foundation was dug.

Just looking at the foundation, the scale of this temple is not small.

Fishermen working as craftsmen have been busy late at night, and humans lie on the ground and fall asleep.

Lin Xiang came from a distance, carrying a puff of misty smoke.

After completely covering these fishermen, Lin Xiang immediately pulled them into a dream.

There was a thunderclap in the sky.

After hearing the movement, the fishermen opened their eyes and saw Lin Xiang standing on the water, so they ran over and knelt down and kowtowed.

"Help us. Help..."

"We were wrong. From now on, we will definitely, definitely worship your old man well."

Lin Xiang sneered, turned around and said:

"Those who play tricks on me never end well. I will punish you not to fish for one month."

The fishermen still begged, but Lin Xiang disappeared, and the dense fog also receded.

They woke up in a panic to find themselves still sleeping on the ground.

All of them were sweating profusely, and their hearts were beating "plop, plop".

"Brother, what should I do? I got angry and said that we would not be allowed to fish within a month."

"Punish us not to fish for a month? The lake is with us, who can control it?"

"Yes, I should be arrested and arrested again. This temple is not being repaired."

"sleep."

When the few of them opened their eyes the next day, their eyes widened incredulously.

Because the lake they depended on is gone.

"Brother, brother. What should we do? Really, really, we are not allowed to fish."

The man who didn't care about it last night had pale lips, stood up with trembling legs, and said:

"Xiu, hurry up and build the temple."

"Yes. After the temple is built, maybe that person will be happy and return the lake to us."

"Will our words yesterday be heard?"

After hearing this, the old fisherman asked:

"What did you say yesterday?"

"We, we dreamed about that one yesterday. He said that we would not be able to fish for a month as a punishment. I, my elder brother said, the lake is in front of us, and we can catch whatever we want."

"You, you."

For fishermen, the loss of the lake they depend on for their livelihood means the loss of their lives.

The old fisherman ran to the lake, knelt on the ground, and begged bitterly:

"Forgive us! We are willing to worship you from generation to generation to atone for our sins."

At this moment, Chenghuang also received the news that the largest lake in Yunzhou was exhausted.

He didn't dare to imagine, because such a big lake, he couldn't dry it up overnight, he could only block the source and let it disappear slowly.

Who is it and how did it happen?

What is his purpose?

Flying through the clouds and driving the fog, he came to the top of the mountain.

But he didn't expect that there was a person standing on the top of the mountain, with a long-standing aura, Chenghuang knew that this person was a master.

Likewise, he understood that this man was the one behind the drying up of the lake.

"I am the City God of this place, I don't know where this fellow Taoist came from?"

"From nowhere."

Chenghuang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Fellow Daoist. I don't know what I can do to help you."

"There is nothing you can help, but I still want to take some merit from you."

When he mentioned merit, the City God became vigilant. Thinking of the mysterious person who robbed him of his merit, he began to doubt the person in front of him.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

"They're going to build a temple for me there."

"That's how it is. Merit depends on one's own ability, you don't need to tell me about it."

Although Chenghuang said so, in fact, he already hated Lin Xiangji in his heart.

Those are the merits and virtues. If one more person comes, one less share will be shared.

He has been alone all these years, and suddenly there is another person, no matter what, he will be very upset.

But because he didn't know Lin Xiang's strength, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Lin Xiang pointed to the river in Yunzhou:

"I don't want more, all the rivers in Yunzhou belong to me."

"Fellow Daoist, do you have the ability? As the City God, I have protected them for decades."

"Of course I have a way."

Lin Xiang turned his head and stared at Chenghuang, if it wasn't for merit, he would have killed him himself.

"hope so."