In the land law.

Fang Ming sat upright, and the ghost soldiers on one side were reporting the news.

"... So, the other party got nothing, so he left like that?" Fang Ming said expressionlessly when he heard the ghost soldiers' reports.

"That's true!" This Yin soldier was an old man under Xie Jin. He had always been smart, otherwise he would not have held a surveillance position. At this time, he added: "After the Taoist said goodbye to Zhang, he was escorted back to the city by Butler Zhang. This was what his subordinates saw with their own eyes."

"Well, I understand. You go down and remember one thing." Fang Ming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said again.

"Thank you lord!" The ghost soldier retreated.

"Haha..." Fang Ming got up and walked a few steps, sneering in his heart. Although the white crane had a shallow Taoist practice, it was impossible for him to not even find the most basic Yin soldiers. He did not hide for them specifically, and he still found nothing. This is very interesting.

Thinking of Mr. Zhang who sent him all the way to the city, hehe, he is worthy of being a mature person. Do you want to use the human fortune of the county town to cover up the fortune? But you can't hide your luck!

Fang Ming meditated on himself, and saw red and white energy gathering on his head, gathering in the seal, filling most of the golden seal. Around the luck, another layer of golden light shining, slowly seeping into his native vitality. The red color gradually grew and there was a tendency to purify. Not far away, the gray and black energy was getting closer and closer.

It is naturally a good thing to purify the natal energy into red. Fang Ming’s current natal is only red and white, which just happens to adapt to the eighth-grade god position. However, if it needs to rise again, the red and white natal is a bit inappropriate. Now it has humanitarian merits, and it is a great thing to gradually change the fate.

Unfortunately, the gray and black aura is approaching, which means that Baihe has discovered clues this time and has reported them decisively, otherwise it would not have been like this. But even if Baiyun Temple is located in Wuzhou, if the news is sent, it will always take time to discuss it first and then decide the candidates.

Only by taking advantage of this time to increase the position of God and strengthen its strength can Fang Ming minimize the losses of disasters and deal with subsequent events.

Since your mind has a certain plan, you will naturally implement it without hesitation.

Three days later, the Anchang County government office was in the Wenshu room.

A civil servant frowned and picked it up, walked to a table, and said, "He Dianshi, according to the news from the police station, a faith called the Land God inexplicably appeared in the north of the city, and it developed very rapidly. According to the situation in the dark in the north of the city, dozens of people have already believed in it, and they have to kowtow and pray every day, which is very evil. Look, whether to hand it over to Lord Bo and then submit it to the county magistrate."

The Dianshi has the responsibility of coordinating the officials of the yamen, and there are many news below that needs to be reported by him every day. The master is more in charge of the six departments, which is considered to be a higher level in the Dianshi and already has an official position.

Behind the table was a young man, wearing a Dianshi Gong uniform and a bit of demeanor. At this time, he took the document and looked at it carefully, but his eyes were twitching inadvertently.

"We should not interfere in such a ghost matter. Even if we report to the county magistrate, we have to wait for the banned ghost Cao Si to come back to deal with it. We don't have to cause trouble for ourselves, and archive this copy and send it to the banned ghost Cao Si!" He Dong narrowed his eyes and said.

"Yes!" People in the public sect are afraid of meddling in other people's business, let alone ghosts, so they are not afraid of being retaliated against? The minor official just asked casually, then agreed and dealt with He Song's opinion.

Five days later, at night.

A figure came from the gate of Anchang County. He looked like a young man, wearing an official uniform, his eyes were deep and dark, as if he was about to emit light from it and sucked his soul in it.

At this time, the city gate was closed, but there were still soldiers patrolling the night, but they seemed to turn a blind eye to the boy.

Fang Ming looked up at the red and white fortune gate, smiled coldly, and then walked through the city gate and entered the city.

The fortune-telling net seemed to fluctuate slightly, so he let Fang Ming enter without stopping.

Fang Ming laughed: "Sure enough... the plan is feasible."

"It's not in vain that I spent so much divine energy, and finally got hundreds of believers in Anchang County."

"Hehe... Although this fortune and law cannot be forced to break through, the fortune and law are also gathered by the spirit of all peoples, and my believers are also part of the people. As long as they believe in me, they can open the door from the inside and let me in, haha..."

In the past few days, Fang Ming has been spending a lot of divine power to spread his faith in the county.

There are mostly poor people in the north of the city. As long as you pray silently every day, you can enjoy it every night. This news spreads very quickly. Although not everyone believes it, there are always a few who will try it.

After accumulating over the past few days, there were hundreds of ordinary believers.

These hundreds of believers are also part of the city's fortune and can have an impact on the laws. However, no one presided over the luck and laws of the county town, so Fang Ming had the opportunity. It was like holding a meeting of 10,000 people, with hundreds of people supporting a proposal, but others did not object to it. According to the luck's operation mechanism, it could be passed.

Now, as long as Fang Ming does not do anything wrong in the county, he can keep acting here and not be blocked from outside.

At this time, it was the body of a god. Even the night patrol was unable to notice it. He walked to the south city with a swagger and came to a very grand mansion.

There were two stone lions at the door, majestic and imposing, and their eyes seemed to emit a fierce light. If they were placed outside the city, ordinary ghosts would not even be close to the mansion.

The gate is red and there are two golden lacquer characters written on the plaque above. Although it is night, there is still a door, so of course I dare not be outside the door. There is a curfew, but I can stay inside the door to prevent urgent matters from happening late at night.

The red light flashed through the barrier and walked by the door. The door looked like it was already forty or fifty years old, and moved a bench and lying halfway down and was sleeping in a daze.

As soon as Fang Ming concentrated his mind, he saw a thick layer of white energy above Zhou's mansion under the county's legal net. Above the white, a trace of red energy was generated and he couldn't help but nod. Zhou's family is indeed very powerful in the county.

It should be noted that the fortune of this house is different from the personal fortune. The personal fortune is good, but the house is vast, and the fortune spreads out at once and covers the entire family. It can have a strong white air and a slight red color, which means that it is already a rich man among the big families.

According to what He Yuqing said before, the County Host Family is usually a red house, and the whole family's fortune is pure red, which is very terrifying. If calculated based on strength, it is a County Host Family, and the manpower and material resources that can be mobilized are comparable to the entire Anchang County. No wonder they have the intention to rebel in the chaotic times, and it turns out that they are all caused by strength.

However, there are not many states in the county and according to the rules, there are only three types and are widely recognized. First, it must be supported by hereditary titles of Bo, Zi and Baron; second, each generation has a fifth-rank or above chief official; finally, it falls from the position of a family of the lower classes.

The original aristocratic family was the Huang family. The whole family was full of luck, rich and powerful, united, and even dared to fight with the royal family in secret. It also had a reputation throughout the world, and most of the famous scholars and masters came from this. When a chaotic world came, a manifesto could conquer the terrifying people in most states. According to Fang Ming's understanding, it was very similar to the Yuan family in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

Watching along the way, the layout of the entire Zhou Mansion was very harmonious, without any conflicts with luck, and even had a faint help. Fang Ming felt a sudden heart and knew that he would have hired a Feng Shui master to arrange it.

Soon, I turned to the backyard. The ancestral hall was in the center, occupying a large position. Three halls were built. There were people watching the night around me. From time to time, I went forward to change the incense offerings. The incense was filled with smoke, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood, which was clear and faint, but it felt intoxicating. I knew it was the best incense, but Fang Ming had never enjoyed it yet!

These three halls are wrapped in a layer of red and white luck, and red accounts for more than 70% of them. In terms of quality, it is even above Fang Ming, but the number is insufficient. After all, the entire Zhou family is overwhelming, and Fang Ming's current believers have already rushed to two thousand, and they are supported by the Yin soldiers and military spirit. They can be broken as long as they pay the price. However, this will inevitably cause a counterattack against the humanitarian laws of the county, and the consequences are unpredictable!

Fang Ming came, of course not to fight, so he said, "Can the ancestor spirit of the Zhou family be there? Fang Ming, the land god in Qingxi Township, came to visit!" When he said this, he used his divine power, and his luck also emitted a slight fluctuation, conveying his voice to the hall.

Not long after, a trace of voice came from it: "I have been living here for many years, but I didn't expect someone to come to visit me. It's so great! I also asked the distinguished guest to wait a moment and let me tidy up my appearance." There was a faint tremolo in this voice. It seemed that the owner of the voice was very excited, which made Fang Ming happy.

After a long time, the voice came again: "Dear guest is here, but unfortunately I am restrained and unable to meet you from a distance. I am so rude, please forgive me!" As soon as this finished speaking, the red and white luck wrapped around the hall opened a hole, just allowing one person to pass.

Fang Ming was above this ancestral spirit, and he was not afraid of his tricks, so Shi Shi walked in. However, this ancestral spirit did not know that the luck of the ancestral hall was his last protection. He put Fang Ming in like this, and was not afraid of Fang Ming being detrimental to him. He didn't know whether he didn't understand the key points or had other plans.

Fang Ming entered the hall and saw an old man with a white beard dressed in a scholar, with a simple face and a shiny light in his eyes. He greeted him again and said, "The land god Fang Ming in Qingxi Township, come to visit!"

The old man also bowed and bowed, saying, "Zhou Si was not talented, and was the eighth generation head of the Zhou family. After his death, he was sacrificed and became an ancestor spirit. It has been hundreds of years since then. If you do not know the etiquette, please don't blame me!"

Fang Ming smiled and said, "Where is it! I'm here to visit this time, and I'm really discussing important matters!"

"Since there is something important, please... uh, sit on the ground. Sorry, there are no daily necessities here, so I've neglected the guests!" Zhou Si said halfway, and stopped abruptly, looking a little embarrassed. As an ancestor, he naturally could not move things in the world, so he could only wander in these three halls. He was afraid that he would sit on the ground, and there were many irreconcilable patterns.

To be honest, Fang Ming was surprised that this ancestor spirit who had been in prison for hundreds of years, not even a chair or a bed, and had to watch the sacrifices he had given to him but could not eat, and could still keep thinking normally and be polite. In his opinion, such days would not take long to drive people crazy.

After looking around, he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Zhou is really poor!" With a wave of his hand, the table and chairs appeared, and some wine and food were placed.

"Yeah!" Zhou Si stepped forward and touched it, but did not penetrate it, but touched the real object, and his eyes were staring into the size of a copper bell.

"Haha... the trick of the divine cuckold, Mr. Zhou, please sit down, how about eating together?" Fang Ming smiled, but did not respond to Zhou Si's inquiring gaze.

Zhou Si's face turned red, but she still sat down. Fang Ming poured wine. Zhou Si took a sip, her eyes were slightly moist, and she almost burst into tears. But she held back and toasted Fang Ming a few more cups, finally letting go, eating and drinking.
Chapter completed!