Simply put.

It is to reduce one's sense of existence and let the people around him turn a blind eye to oneself.

Using scientific methods, Zuo Chen felt that the magnetic field around the human body was brought into resonance with the surrounding environment.

Thus, let people think that they are the background board.

This little spell was not unusual at all in ancient times.

Zuo Chen also found it fun, so he learned a bit.

...

This time visiting the bazaar is not to say that Zuo Chen's whim.

It can often be used to reflect that the most authentic aspect of a city is the market.

Here, you can see the epitome of the entire city.

And here is just in front of the Chenghuang Temple,

Also take a look at Lin Pingan's governance of Dachang by the way.

"Let's go."

Zuo Chen patted Lao Dao and Jiang Taixu who were still confused.

After the two landed, they kept blinking.

I can hardly believe what I saw is true.

He was still in the teahouse a moment before.

The next moment it appeared in Dachang, hundreds of miles away.

It was even more terrifying than the legendary traveler to Beihai Mu Cangwu.

They glanced at each other, and the horror in their eyes had not yet faded.

Awesome.

No wonder they are the landlords!

At this moment, a sound suddenly interrupted their thoughts.

"Good job, good job."

Even Zuo Chen's eyes followed the voice.

One was dirty, had messy hair, and had broken both legs.

Lie on a small flatbed truck with a rice bowl in his hands, not coughing and whispering hoarsely.

"Sound limbs, deliberately pretending to be disabled?"

"Not sick, pretending to be sick, deceiving yourself and others."

Zuo Chen frowned slightly.

...

Shang Ming, twenty-four years old this year, his birth year.

I dropped out of high school and went to work, but I was too lazy to be a man.

I don't like the anger of being part-time workers. I have done several jobs in a row but gave up after three or four days.

Later, I met a group of the same buddies on the Internet.

I accidentally heard that professional beggars can make money by dressing up poorly.

Although sometimes he will be recognized and chase him, but as long as he runs fast, basically no one else can catch him.

What's more, people nowadays have a good face, even if they know his fakes, many of them will not reveal their identity.

Yesterday, he heard from his buddies that the Chenghuang Temple in Dachang City had a special effect recently, and many people were rushing to get incense.

Moreover, these pilgrims of Shangxiang want to accumulate more blessings for themselves, and generally they will give some alms when they encounter poor people.

This is actually a normal human mentality. Since you can come to incense, at least in front of the Chenghuang Temple, you will have a kind of kindness in your heart.

And they use people's goodness to make money.

It was indeed as his buddy said.

Not long after he came, Shang Ming received a lot of donations.

He looked at the more and more money in the bowl, and couldn't help but smile proudly in his heart.

"These fools are still making good money, much better than going to work."

"While no one else finds out, I must make more money these days."

Thinking of this, the shouts in Shang Ming's mouth became even more bleak.

"All right...I haven't eaten for several days... All right..."

...

"Earth Lord, what are you talking about?"

Hearing what Zuo Chen said in his mouth, the old Dao didn't catch him clearly.

Zuo Chen ignored what the old man was saying.

Instead, he raised his hand and pointed:

"See that beggar?"

Lao Dao and Jiang Taixu had just noticed him.

The old way smashed his mouth:

"You are disabled at a young age, it's pitiful to blame."

"Mr. Di, do you want us to give some money? This is okay, it's too vain, pay a few big tickets."

"On behalf of our Tianjun Temple, you will offer some love."

The old Tao touched the beard at the corner of his mouth, patted Jiang Taixu, and gave him a look you know.

Jiang Taixu was drinking coffee, but when he shot him, he choked a cough.

Can't help rolling his eyes.

However, he was still obedient and prepared to pay for such small things, neither he nor the veteran would care.

"and many more."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Zuo Chen suddenly stopped them.

"Who said I asked you to give him money?"

"Not for money?"

The veteran two were at a loss, wondering what their own landlord wanted them to do.

"Earth Lord, if you have something, just say it straight. Don't worry, Taixu and I are your loyal servants."

"What do you want us to do? Let's do it, right? Too empty."

Lao Dao hit the second with a shoulder.

"That's that."

Jiang Taixu grinned.

"It's not a big deal, it is."

Zuo Chen pointed to the disabled person who was still yelling not far away.

"Hit him."

"Who hit?"

People who are veteran and ignorant have to roll their arms and sleeves.

Take a look at the direction Zuo Chen pointed.

Looks puzzled.

This is? Dijun is in a bad mood today? Want to beat the disabled to relieve their qi?

I can't.

"Do you want me to repeat it?"

Zuo Chen frowned.

"This...this...Dijun...isn't it good?"

The old way is a bit unbearable after all.

But Jiang Taixu on the side was happy immediately.

Pidian Pidian ran up to the beggar.

Just slap that person's head directly,

"Ouch!"

Shang Ming suddenly screamed in pain, and he felt a knock on his head.

He glanced hard at the left and right, choking with anger.

"Who beat me!"

But the next moment he found out that the nearest people were several steps away from him.

Um?

Shang Ming wondered, what's the matter?

And Jiang Taixu was also nervous, even though this was something that his landlord ordered.

But even if he bullies a beggar with a disability, even if he doesn't care, everyone around him should roll his eyes at him.

But after a slap.

Everyone was just looking at Shang Ming, with wonder why this person suddenly yelled.

It seemed as though he hadn't seen him at all.

Even Shang Ming is as if he hadn't been found.

Jiang Taixu's spirit came out.

He slapped the boy's head directly.

"Excuse me, brother, the landlord has a life, you will be wronged."

boom--

Shang Ming was observing for four weeks.

His head hurt again.

The whole person was stunned in place.

However, he saw it really this time, and there was really no one around him.

When the people around heard his first whisper, they all stayed away from him for a few steps and stopped to look at him.

There was no one around him who could attack him, and there was nothing above his head.

"what happened!?"

Shang Ming's back is chilly.

Obviously it is broad daylight, but there is a feeling of hell.

He glanced around again.

It's impossible....

It's really a ghost! ?

Only soon he knew it was definitely not a ghost.

This is at the foot of the Chenghuang Temple. Which ghost dares to come to the Chenghuang Temple in broad daylight?

Is it true that the old birthday star eats arsenic and has a long life?

...

[Author's digression]: Ask for a bank note~~~