Chapter 500

Jiang Zhao was also aroused by curiosity and squeezed to the front row without leaving a trace. He wanted to see what the mountain god was called.

"Everyone, look at the back of this statue. The name of the mountain god is engraved. Only by worshipping such a well-known statue can you have the opportunity to be favored by the mountain god." The stall owner turned the statue over and put it in front of Jiang Zhao.

The people around also squeezed over and stretched their necks to see.

There were two words engraved on the back of the statue: Huang Song.

Jiang Zhao walked out of the stall. Huang Song? Is he the guy who pretended to be the original body? At present, the matter about "Huang Song Mountain God" is circulated in a small range, and it has not reached the situation of believing in "Huang Song Mountain God" everywhere as in the later period.

Although he doesn't care what people at the foot of the mountain believe in, he will not let others pick peaches.

Jiang Zhao thought that the statue of "Huang Song Mountain God" sold by the stall owner was probably instructed by Huang Song himself. He turned back to the stall to buy one, only to find that the people at the stall had gradually dispersed. The stall owner was happily counting the silver, muttering that it was sold out and there would be more tomorrow, so everyone should come early tomorrow.

Jiang Zhao wanted this statue, so he naturally had a way to get it.

He caught a man who bought the statue and took out a gold ingot: "Give me your statue, and you can buy it tomorrow morning."

The man holding the statue with a happy face took the golden ingot and quickly stuffed the statue into Jiang Zhao's arms, fearing that Jiang Zhao would regret it. Any hesitation would be disrespectful to the gold ingot. He also asked Jiang Zhao with expectation: "Young Master, you only need one? If you want more, I will come to buy more for you tomorrow."

The mountain god is very important, but he may not meet the mountain god, so it is more cost-effective to get the gold ingot first.

Jiang Zhao: "..."

So this is their belief. Fortunately, he knew that the power of belief was unreliable.

"One is enough." Jiang Zhao replied.

The man had a face full of regret. When he turned around, he picked up the gold ingot and started biting it. When he found it was real, he left happily. After walking two steps, he turned back and came to Jiang Zhao to introduce himself. He told where he lived, and then he walked away with satisfaction, muttering in his mouth.

"It seems that the "Huangsong God Statue" is the most popular recently. Then I will come over tomorrow to grab a few more? I am afraid that the price will increase later, and I will definitely make a lot of money at that time. What is belief? Faith is gold ingots, lots and lots of gold ingots."

Jiang Zhao was more or less silent. Good guy, he can be a scalper by grabbing anyone he wants.

But this scalper is a bit unlucky. The other party should not be able to make money from the "Huangsong Mountain God" statue in the future.

Jiang Zhao took the statue to an empty place and made a few hand gestures to it. Since he had a name and the other party was using it to receive incense, it was easy to teach him a small lesson. After the hand gestures were finished, the light on the statue flashed, and he said to the statue: "Don't take things that don't belong to you."

"Since you haven't done any evil, this time it's just a small punishment and a big warning."

After he finished speaking, he pointed at the statue, and the statue instantly exploded into powder.

At the same time, in a temple on a certain mountain, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties spurted blood from his mouth. He realized that the power he had recently gained was completely backfired, and his face was horrified. Just as he was about to make a calculation, Jiang Zhao's voice rang in his ears: "Don't take things that don't belong to you."

"Since you haven't done any evil, this time it's just a small punishment and a big warning."

Is the real master here?

Huang Song quickly looked around, there was no one, but he didn't dare to underestimate it. The other party could hurt him so much without coming, which shows how powerful he is.

Regardless of whether he was the real master or not, he only knew that he was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

Huang Song wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth. He just saw that the other party didn't leave his name. After so many years, there were so many incense offerings from the mountain. What a waste. There were so many statues of gods at the mountain. Would it be better to make a statue of his own to attract more incense? Who knew that he would be found by the real master not long after he started.

This is a big loss.

Hurry up and send a message to the disciples to destroy the statues. The incense offerings can't be taken.

After sending the letter, he found a letter from a friend in the past. He opened it quickly and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Chen Jiufang wants to kill me, right?"

"No, no, who wants to go?"

"Damn, I finally know why that person didn't show up. Wouldn't it cause panic if the demon god came out to receive incense?"

Huang Song panted heavily. He was a demon god, and he dared to steal incense. This time he only gave him a small punishment, and didn't take his life directly. He was indeed a kind demon god.

Huang Song called a disciple and said to him solemnly: "You go to make a statue of the god, it must be majestic..." At this point, he raised his hand, "Forget it, do it later, the master will go out first."

Since you know that the person is the demon god, you can't pretend that you don't know where the other party is. Bring offerings to make amends, right? By the way, go and see what the statue looks like, and come back to make a small one for worship.

So, Huang Song sent a letter to ask Chen Jiufang the location, and then rushed to the Demon God Temple.

When Jiang Zhaoxing walked outside the Zhu family, Huang Song came to the Demon God Temple. Seeing Chen Jiufang lying there, he dared not disrespect the Demon God.

Chen Jiufang shouted happily: "Brother, you are finally here, it's worth our friendship." He turned his head and found Huang Song carrying two baskets full of offerings. The smile on his face froze, "Brother, what are you doing?"

Huang Song made his face a little paler: "Brother, thank you for showing me the way, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find a place to apologize."

"You also met him?" Chen Jiufang saw that Huang Song's face was not good, and his eyes dimmed, "It seems that he has suffered a lot."

"Yes," Huang Song said pitifully. Chen Jiufang is a capable person. Even if he can't save the other party, he must not tear his face directly. It is better to pretend to be pitiful to show the other party that he is powerless. In this way, even if the other party gets away in the future, he will not trouble him. "Before, I was greedy for a while and stole this person's incense. I was punished a little. Ahem... um-hum——"