Lord God Xiaoyao

The blue sky is like washing, and the sun hangs high.

Outside the Chenghuang Temple, against the scorching sun and the oncoming heat wave, many carpenters and bricklayers are now repairing the Chenghuang Temple.

The Patriarch of the Zhang family stood not far from the Chenghuang Temple. He kept directing the crowd and preached in a sharp tone: "When the work is completed in the afternoon, all the wages will be doubled. If the work cannot be completed before nightfall, the wages will be halved."

"Master, I have invited some more people." Guanshi Li wiped the sweat on his forehead. He strode from a distance and saw people in the distance.

"These people are unwilling to work here because of the rumors of my Zhang family, but as long as I don't be stingy with money, under the temptation of gold and silver, there will never be fewer people coming."

"This is just a day to repair the Chenghuang Temple, and it's not a night to spend the night in my Zhang Mansion!" Zhang Family Patriarch sneered and narrated.

"Continue to recruit people, the money is no longer useful to my Zhang family. My Zhang family hasn't worshipped the Taoist leader in these years. It seems to be a mistake. Whenever something happens, I will ask for it. All are some liars. There is no real means of reducing demons,"

"After all, it has only been decades since the rise of the Zhang family. In terms of money, it is not inferior to the Wang family and the Li family, but the foundation is far less profound than the Wang family and Li family in the city."

"At the critical moment, there is nothing really worth it,"

"The most hateful thing is that the Wang family and the Li family were indifferent to the disaster of my Zhang family. It was not that after holding my Zhang family and destroying the door, plotting my Zhang family's land and wealth, as long as the Lord Chenghuang can protect my Zhang family from this disaster,"

"I, Zhang Fanghao, worship every day to spread the faith for the city **** master," Zhang Fanghao said and bowed in the direction of the city **** temple.

Seeing this scene, Yang Qifeng in God's Domain nodded slightly. Fang Hao was showing his loyalty and was also asking for conditions. In short, it was just one sentence, as long as I am not dead, I will be useful.

His method of deceiving people like this is absolutely forbidden if it is changed to the "Santa" world. The rules are harsh, and some methods to win the incense of believers cannot be so radical.

A large amount of gold and silver opened the way, and people were constantly being invited. Guan Li was still very efficient. When it was dark in the afternoon, the Chenghuang Temple had been repaired. Of course, this was also because the Chenghuang Temple was already alive. He wanted to build it from scratch. , Less than a day is impossible.

"Meet the Lord Chenghuang!" Zhang Fanghao placed the golden body in place after everyone had built it, and he gathered everyone to bow directly to the golden body.

When Yang Qifeng saw this, he waved his hand straight. The golden body was originally cast, and the facial features were blurred. At this moment, with his movements, the facial features gradually began to become clear, and he could see through them carefully, which was basically the same as the city **** god.

Zhang Fanghao raised his head when he visited the worship, he saw the golden body's appearance change drastically at a glance, and his face suddenly changed. This was the color of surprise, and he quickly called:

"Master Chenghuang has appeared,"

"Quickly, put an incense case, I want incense!"

Guan Shi hurriedly urged several people and placed the incense case below. Zhang Fanghao lit three incense sticks and inserted them directly in front of him. This time, he bowed his salute and said: "Lord Chenghuang, please bless my Zhang family."

Yang Qifeng can clearly see that along with Zhang Fanghao’s incense, strands of white air continue to converge. This white air is not generated for no reason. It is because Zhang Fanghao became his believer and enshrined him with incense.

One by one, he finally harvested ten wisps of incense.

This day is more of a god. He has understood the amount of incense and how much the incense is born. It is in all aspects. Among them, there is a firm belief. There must be a gap between fanatics and ordinary believers. Fanatics daily There must be a lot of incense for him.

Not enough so far, he hasn't had any fanatics. For example, Fang Hao is just an ordinary believer. If it weren't for this genocide crisis, it would be difficult for someone like him to become an ordinary believer.

An ordinary believer has three incense aspirations in one day, and ten incense aspirations can be transformed into a drop of divine power.

But this incense can provide two strands of incense aspiration at a time, so one person's greatest output is five strands of incense aspiration. Only two people can gather a drop of divine power.

But it is impossible for a person to enjoy incense every day, not to mention that he cannot support it with money, even he himself cannot support it.

Those who can be fine all day long, who come to the City God Temple to offer incense every day, are all mad believers.

So every time a sacrifice is made, this is the time to harvest the incense power, and it is considered a carnival.

The Zhang Fanghao in front of him was able to provide ten strands of incense aspiration, and it was also because of his extraordinary luck. The vitality that stood on top of his head was white and red, and the black dead air that was originally entangled from the top The trend has been slowly retreating, and now there is not much left.

The limit of this natal energy is by no means limited to Baizhongruhong, at least a light red natal, this is the talent of a county.

After all, now the hearts of Zhang's people are broken, and the hearts of the people can't be condensed, and this force can't support his vitality.

Talents are really big heads. Not only does the humanity want to gather the crowd, but this Shinto must also gather the crowds. If you collect some of the great talents who are born to become believers, the power of the incense that is born every day, I don't know how to surpass this ordinary believer.

This piece of Fang Hao contributed a drop of divine power to him, and Yang Qifeng also directly gave back a drop of divine power. The golden light leaped out, but when it came to Zhang Fanghao, it evolved into red air, and the red air rippled and protected him.

With Yang Qifeng's hands, the black energy on Fang Hao's head's luck completely dissipated, and a little golden light drooped, dissolving the black energy. This golden light was because of his favor.

This wave of losses ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is like making money. The cost of what you sell is ten yuan. You can't sell only ten yuan without a price increase. It seems that there is no loss, but the labor cost is not calculated.

He had just earned a drop of divine power, and he had paid a drop of divine power, and did not calculate the cost of transforming the incense power of the emperor.

That is to say, this time, there will be no such good things next time.

It is enough to open the three or seventy percent, take 70% by yourself, and keep 30%, which is very good, and he is more merciful. After all, there are not many gods that really survive in this world.

They were able to get the protection of the gods, which was considered an honor for Sansheng, and they were not given nine times. This was because he still had a little conscience.

As for the believers in the "Santa" big world, only the deities take the big heads, and he wouldn't say this thing.

It is also different in the environment. There is fierce competition among the gods. If they can't manifest themselves, or if the manifestation level is low, people don't believe in the land, and they can trust the mountain gods.

Excessive things can't be done yet, with heavenly surveillance, this Shinto is alive and aggrieved. Reading Net