The summer thunderstorm came extremely rapidly. It was just sunny just now. In a blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sun, and the wind roared, and the raindrops crackled down. Even the big willow tree in the east of the village was bent over, as if it was about to break.

This is the third day after Fang Ming returned. Since he decided to issue a reward, all matters have gradually been on the right track. The Yin soldiers are practicing daily and patrolling more attentively. According to Wang Liulang's private report, everyone is eager to fight. If Fang Ming had not had a rule, ordinary wandering souls would not have a first-level reward, it would be better for the wandering souls in each village to suffer.

Fang Ming was very satisfied with this. After all, it is better to be eager to fight than to avoid fighting.

As for civil servants, with the supplementary service personnel selected by Guo Sheng and He Dong, they finally had enough demand to make the household registration incense of believers in each village one by one and obtain statistics.

There are four villages under Qingxi Township, with a total of 173 households and 864 people.

Among them, there are fifty-two people who have no faith. After all, there are masters who eat raw rice everywhere. Even if Fang Ming appears in front of him, he may not necessarily believe in the gods.

There are 212 believers in the shallow believers. These are those who worshipped when they saw God in their previous lives. They may not necessarily believe in the land god. But when everyone worships them, they will worship them. The shallow believers are basically not at the time of a great sacrifice, and they will only provide Fang Ming with a trace of divine power in two or three days.

There are 553 ordinary believers, and these are the true believers and are also Fang Ming’s most precious source of wealth at present. Ordinary believers can provide Fang Ming with a trace of divine power every day, and it will increase it when encountering a high sacrifice.

There are only forty-seven devout believers, and these are the seeds of priests that can be promoted to temple blessings. Fang Ming’s current five temple blessings are among them.

In total, Fang Ming now has about 600 pieces of white divine power recorded every day. Unfortunately, there are evil ghosts, so he has to return half of the believers first, and all the rest is put into the reserve vault. Fang Ming's current net income is about 100 pieces of divine power, which is obtained by helping the villagers as they wish. He uses various magical powers every day. Even if Fang Ming is a god, he is very tired and has the idea of ​​finding a helper.

As for Zhang Dahu in Qingxi Township, there has been no movement since Butler Zhang returned. I don’t know if he had to endure it or had other plans, but he could have checked it through the believers in Qingxi Township.

But now, Zhang Huaizheng released news that the villagers in Qingxi were not allowed to believe in the land god. With an order, all the villagers in Qingxi abandoned their faith, which made Fang Ming feel a little heartbroken when he smiled bitterly, and he saw the impact of humanitarian power on the god of Shen. If the magistrate of Anchang County ordered that the villagers were not allowed to believe in the land god, how many believers would be left? He was really chilling.

I just used the magical power of looking at the Qi again, but I made a new discovery and had already passed the order.

Thinking of this, I picked up the teacup on the table and whispered a little. Seeing this, the pearl serving the side quickly picked up the teapot and filled it with it.

Pearl is the name of the maid that day. Fang Ming left her in the land law territory and was responsible for cleaning the lobby, but she felt obedient and came to serve her after finishing the cleaning work.

This teapot was also made by Fang Ming with his divine power. Although he was a god, he didn't want to lose his former pleasure. Taking advantage of the thunderstorm to come out to cook tea and drink tea, it was a bit of leisure.

At this time, He Yuqing came and said, "God is so elegant!"

Fang Ming smiled: "Just take a break from your busy schedule!" After getting up to greet him, he asked: "Mr. He is a habit of living?"

He Yuqing smiled bitterly and said, "A new dead person should be satisfied with a tiles covering his head. He is already extremely satisfied with the ability to live in a yard and have someone to serve. No matter how many, it is probably a blessing."

Fang Ming nodded: "Mr. He is content and enjoys it, and I'm envious. I'll also invite you to have a cup of tea!"

Pearl held the teacup, Mr. He sipped on a teacup, nodded, looking extremely enjoyable, shook his head again, then frowned, thinking hard, Fang Ming was a little confused, and asked, "Why is Mr. He like this?"

"Let the Lord laugh at him. He likes to drink tea, but he has become a ghost. He hasn't cooked tea for more than ten days. Now he can even use tea for the ghost body. He is really happy... The Lord's tea is excellent, not inferior to Ling Lu. The tea leaves are not as clumsy as the lower part of the eyes and cannot taste them. Therefore, he thought hard and was rude and rude..." He Yuqing stood up to apologize, sat down again, took another sip, narrowed his eyes slightly, and a leisurely and leisurely artistic conception arose.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly. He could only be regarded as a kind of art. He was a kind of demeanor and style that was deeply rooted in his bones, but everyone could not get it. He could only get one or two points of training and influence for decades. Going further down, it depends on his talent. At this time, there were tea people, and there were many famous people all over the world. Unfortunately, it was not something that this small county could have.

After chatting with Mr. He for a few more words, I realized that the so-called Ling Lu is specially collected in the early morning. According to the collected objects, it can be divided into rose dew, green leaf dew, apricot flower dew, etc., but in terms of brewing tea, it is the best camellia dew on the original tea tree...

When he said this, He Yuqing was a little surprised, and Fang Ming was shocked. He used his magical power to transform water, so he was naturally extremely pure and not inferior to Ling Lu. However, tea was the Tieguanyin I often drank in his previous life. It was no surprise that He Yuqing could not recognize it.

Seeing that He Yuqing was enjoying himself a little, he said, "I have something I want to ask Mr.! I hope Mr. will tell you!" Fang Ming's expression was extremely cautious at this time.

He Yuqing was so excited that he woke up and smiled bitterly. At home, everyone in the servants knew that the master was most afraid of disturbing him when drinking tea. He rarely had eyes to commit this matter. He gradually formed a habit. Even his wife and sons would not talk about it at this time. But at this time, of course, his face remained unchanged, and he asked with a smile: "I don't know what the god wants to know?"

At this time, Fang Ming stood up and looked into the scenery. Through the sky above the Dharma Realm, he faintly saw the sky covered with clouds and bean-sized raindrops kept falling. Fang Ming's voice seemed to become gloomy. He sighed and said, "If I rebel, can I compare to Li Heibao?"

"Crash" A big thunder was falling from the sky at this time. He Yuqing was shocked. The teacup in his hand fell to the ground, making a "crackling" sound, and the tea splashed all over his body. However, He Yuqing didn't care about it and said in a shocking way: "Why does the Lord say this?" Fang Ming's power, He Yuqing was just a peek at the leopard, but he also knew it was extraordinary. His subordinates were also fierce. More importantly, they had both literary and military, and established a system, which was much stronger than Li Heibao.

He Yuqing knew that if Fang Ming rebelled, he would be almost half a ghost king. The Wenchang Mansion would almost inevitably fall into war and chaos. He didn't know whether the He family could save it.

In response to Li Heibao, Linjiang Prefecture, and the ghost kings from other states intervened, the ambitious people from all over Wuzhou would definitely take the opportunity to go out for activities. After all, there are many smart people, and there are chaos in the place, and there are still waiting and watching. The two places are in chaos, which is when the two places are launched. At that time, Wuzhou will inevitably fall into war. Although the court can still send heavy troops to suppress it, it will also cost a huge amount of money. In Wuzhou, nine out of ten families are empty.

Fang Ming smiled and looked at He Yuqing with a pale face. He already knew the answer. He found that Pearl had collapsed on the ground and couldn't help but smile. It seemed that the court still had some prestige, and he said comfortably: "Just just talk casually, I won't really do it." He added to his heart: "But I can't say it in the future."

He Yuqing calmed down and said, "Why is honoring God making this joke? You must know that every word and action of a powerful person has a sense of luck and will easily cause a lot of trouble!" But there was still trembling in his voice.

Fang Mingshou said, "It seems that the aristocratic family is involved, and I will ask the teacher for advice in the future." After a pause, he said, "I have become a grudge with Zhang Qingyun, the ancestor of Qingxi Township. I saw him a few days ago. If you drag on like this, I am afraid that there will be a big change. It is better to start first!"

He Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, thought about it carefully, and her cold sweat broke out and her body trembled.

He also understood that the desire to destroy the temple among the ancestors was also a great revenge forever. Fang Ming had already moved his mind and could not persuade him.

But after Fang Ming killed Zhang Qingyun, the superiors came to investigate. What he said, after all, Fang Ming's original origin was a bit unclear. If the person from above was tougher, the two had a dispute. Whether Fang Ming killed him here in the future or went back to defeat Fang Ming as a first-class demon, then Fang Ming would really have to go one way to rebel.

Of course, you can also persuade Fang Ming to leave here, but this is not something Mr. He can persuade him to give up his foundation and escape if he doesn't fight in a battle. So whoever persuades him will die.

After thinking about it, I finally couldn't say anything. After being silent for a long time, I still squeezed out: "Please respect the gods and consider it properly!" After all, there is Baiyun Temple in Wuzhou.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly, and he didn't think so. Unfortunately, the other party was ready to take action. Although he didn't know what it was, the magical power of looking at the Qi was clearly visible. A gray and black cloud was brewing in the direction of Qingxi Township, with the intention not good for him. It seems that he has also found out clearly in the past few days. After getting some Fang Ming's background, he will be in a hurry.

But Fang Ming did not regret it. After all, even if he bypassed Qingxi Township and went to other townships to develop, what if he wanted to go up, he would eventually go through the city level, not to mention that the other two townships were far away. The three townships were located in the Triangle of Anchang County. Each village basically had many dealings with the upper townships. Fang BenQye was here and there was no other way!

In this way, we can also test the county's reaction and have a great reference for his future plans. Besides, he also arranged the chess piece He Song, but he didn't know if it would work.

If everything develops at the worst, then maybe there is only one way to rebel. However, at this time, it will definitely fail. Fang Ming arranged a way out and could protect himself. But even if he changed the place and hid for decades, he would still be unable to avoid the county town when he changed the new dynasty. That is the core of the most basic humanitarian system. If Shinto wants to develop, it cannot be separated from there.

The matter was settled, and when I looked at the wind and rain in the sky, I felt that it was still small. I really wanted to yell: "Let the storm come more violently!" But when I thought of the majesty of the lord, I still endured it, drank the tea in one go, and ignored He Yuqing, turned around and strode out.

In front of the Land Temple, Wang Liulang and Xie Jin stood solemnly, with two fires behind each. When the heavy rain hit, there was no movement at all.

Fang Ming came out, and everyone saluted: "Greetings to the lord!"

Fang Ming laughed to the sky and said, "This scene makes me really want to go out and kill a few people! Are you willing to accompany you?"

All the Yin soldiers knelt down: "Oh!"
Chapter completed!