Chapter 80 Gu Yunli, come out and die!

There are many legends about the God of Wealth in Zhengyi Xuantan among the people.

Some people say that he is an immortal who has achieved enlightenment through cultivation in Mount Emei;

Some people also say that he was transformed from one of the nine suns shot down by Hou Yi.
Some people even said that he was originally one of the eight ghosts and gods in the fairy court, a plague god who specialized in causing diarrhea, spreading poison, causing disasters, killing people violently, and bringing disaster to the world!

Because of this, after being transformed into a true god, he is even better at protecting against diseases, warding off disasters, and chasing down fugitives and capturing the dead!
Regarding various folk legends, it can be said that they are basically correct, but they are also too one-sided.

The reason is simple, the God of Wealth is an immortal position.

Due to the different successors, the legends spread among the people naturally became more diverse.

Zhao Jinyuan didn't bother to pay attention to these legends.

He did not think that he would always be a fifth-rank immortal official, so he naturally did not cherish the feathers of the "God of Wealth" very much.

Therefore, when faced with the people's riots and insults to his golden body, he naturally took decisive action without thinking.

As a former plague god, he knew that fear was also a kind of belief!
Are there not many examples of people accepting what is given to them and worshiping evil spirits in the world?
Therefore, when the clerk reported that someone on the Internet was spreading the news that he had descended upon the spirit of the gods to punish the mob, Zhao Jinyuan laughed when he heard it:
"Excellent! This damn Internet has done something useful. It's a good opportunity for the world to see it, so that no one dares to insult me."

However, as time went on, things became more subtle.

However, the popularity of the Temple of the God of Wealth is gradually declining.

At first he didn't care, thinking that if he stopped paying money, the stock price would naturally plummet.

However, after not seeing him for several days, he felt something was wrong.

Especially in several neighboring prefectures such as Shuntian Prefecture, Baishui Prefecture, Qingyuan Prefecture, etc., not only did the incense sales plummet, but they showed no improvement compared to other prefectures.

It has reached the level of being dispensable.

He sent someone to investigate, and the result was beyond his expectations.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, as far as I know, this is the fault of the Internet. Nowadays, people are criticizing the Marshal's spirit descent everywhere on the Internet. Some people who don't know the truth are attacking the Marshal wantonly, to the point that..."

"To what?"

"As a result, many people were misled by the rumors and stopped worshipping with incense..."

Before Marshal Jinlun finished speaking, Zhao Jinyuan's face turned red with anger, and a surging pressure swept out wantonly.

"You shameless bastard, you dare to disrespect me?"

Marshal Jinlun quickly lowered his head and remained silent.

Zhao Jinyuan was so angry that he stood up and paced back and forth. He inadvertently looked at Marshal Jinlun who was keeping his head down and saying nothing. An idea suddenly came to his mind. Regardless of the danger of being discovered by Gu Yunli, he chanted a spell in a low voice and quietly logged onto the Internet.

When he clicked into the community section and glanced at the posts on the homepage, his face froze.

Suddenly, blood rushed into his eyes and he gnashed his teeth:

"You cowardly rat dares to bark like that. It makes me so angry!"

After all, he underestimated the power of public opinion on the Internet.

Fear is a belief!
But the essence of fear is ignorance.

When the Internet quietly demystified mortals' view of immortals and gods, people naturally lost their awe.

Moreover, under the encouragement of the Internet, humanistic thoughts have been inspired.

——You enjoy my incense, but kill my people. You are so unkind and unjust. What’s the point of worshipping you?
"Marshal, the people are complaining about this, and I'm afraid some scoundrels are taking advantage of the situation. I think it would be better to contact Gu Zhenzai as soon as possible and ask him to delete the video to calm the people's complaints."

Marshal Jinlun was silent for a moment, then bowed and made his suggestion.

"You want me to beg him?"

Zhao Jinyuan suddenly looked at Marshal Jinlun, his expression extremely ugly.

"For now, only he can quell the public anger."

Marshal Jinlun said, and seeing Zhao Jinyuan's gloomy face, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly added:

"However, mortals have short life spans and their lives are worthless. Ignoring it may not be a bad idea. It won't take long before the people's resentment will dissipate. When the time comes, we can send someone to spread the word, which will be enough to eliminate the impact."

Zhao Jinyuan's expression eased a lot when he heard what he wanted to hear.

He thought for a moment and asked:

"Do you think that this incident was possibly done by Gu Yunli?" Marshal Jinlun was startled when he heard this. When he was about to frown, a clerk suddenly arrived in a hurry.

"Report——"

"Reporting to Marshal Xuantan, the Lintong God of Wealth Temple was suddenly hit by a fire, and the temple keeper died. It is suspected that it was arson!"

"What did you say?"

Zhao Jinyuan's face changed drastically when he heard this. Not only was he shocked that the temple was destroyed, he was even more shocked that he had no idea about it?
You know, the golden body was made by Qi Ling. It is impossible for him to feel nothing when it was damaged!
Unless it is a statue that has not been consecrated.

Even if it was a statue of god that ordinary people invited into their homes, he could still sense it in his heart.

It’s just that the spirit cannot descend!

This is also the fundamental reason why ordinary people dare not abandon the statues of gods privately.

Even if one does not want to offer sacrifices, one must find a way to send it to a temple, or to a secret temple that specifically houses statues of gods.

Under the care of a dedicated person, even if the incense is so small and dispensable, in the worldview of the gods, it is still considered an incense stick and will not be checked for no reason.

Even if they find out, most people are too lazy to care.

However, the worship of the house-guarding statues can be abandoned, but folk temples are the source of most incense offerings, so how can they be abandoned at will?

If anything happened to any of them, he would definitely not be aware of it!
Yet he knew nothing about it.

There is only one possibility, this was a premeditated arson!
……

……

When Zhengyi Xuantan was in a rage, soon after, the news of the fire at the Lintong God of Wealth Temple quickly spread across the Internet!

"Whose general is this? So brave!"

"Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but those brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven. Which hero did this? How wonderful!"

"Hahaha, retribution, retribution!"

"The way of heaven is easy to reincarnate, who will be spared by heaven!"

"Why didn't the God of Wealth come this time? Could it be that he only bullies defenseless cowards?"

For a while, there was a chorus of applause on the community forum.

There are all kinds of on-site videos, which are even diverse, and there is even a perspective of the collapse of the interior of the temple!

The sight of the gigantic statue falling headfirst to the ground, breaking into pieces, with its head rolling to the corner, was so impressive that countless people applauded and shouted that it was a great thrill.

——If you ask where these videos come from, it turns out that various ghosts heard the news and took the opportunity to take advantage of the hot spots.

You should know that if you post in the community and your posts are included in the featured posts, you can get points.

Who can have trouble with money?

At this moment, not only were the onlookers enjoying the scene, but even Gu Yunli was stunned.

When he decided to guide public opinion, he knew that he could not cause any harm to the God of Wealth;
But he still did.

It's good to disgust him a little.

So he directed public opinion towards incense.

From the results he observed, the effect was quite good. Whether out of awe or disgust, few people went to burn incense and worship anymore.

Come to think of it, there are so many gods in the fairy court who hold the power of wealth, why do we have to worship the God of Wealth?
But he didn't expect that the public opinion effect would be so explosive.

How dare someone set fire to the Temple of the God of Wealth?!
Could it be that other immortals and gods have come to take advantage of the situation to fish in troubled waters?
Or was this just an accidental discharge?
Gu Yunli had a lot of thoughts, but this did not prevent him from taking advantage of the situation and seizing the opportunity to launch a public opinion attack.

All of a sudden, tens of millions of zombie accounts were activated upon hearing the news.

All kinds of new Internet words, with weird and strange meanings, made the first generation of Internet users dizzy.

I wonder how many people who are just looking for trouble in the world will be awakened!

Just as Gu Yunli was fully demonstrating the traditional virtues of the Zuan people, a cloud-piercing and rock-shattering roar came from outside the Internet Palace.

"Gu Yunli, come out and die!!!"

(End of this chapter)