The gods after ascension do not need to eat at all. The food placed on these altars is of course of no use. They are just self-comfort imagined by believers. Wouldn't it be better to give the food to those in need?

"The person enshrined in this temple is Master Jiao Sui."

Jiao Sui is a name she is very familiar with.

That was many years ago, when she had not yet entered Lianguang Mountain. She had always had a good relationship with Jiao Sui, but she had not heard anything related to Jiao Sui since she came out of the mountain. Jiao Sui has always been in charge of copper coins, and is worshiped in the world.

She has countless people, some seeking wealth and some seeking business, and Jiao Sui is considered a popular deity.

"Why are you asking about this? It's not because you don't have the money to compensate, so you are stalling here and being a rogue. Otherwise, you won't even think about leaving. You will stay in the temple and do odd jobs until the debt is paid off."

Before she could say anything, several old Taoists hugged her into the temple. She looked like she couldn't leave no matter what she said.

In this case, don't blame her. After tapping the ring spirit a few times, she looked at it helplessly, but there was not a single spirit moth.

Next time, she doesn't believe it.

Even if her magic power is extremely poor now, she still doesn't have a single spiritual moth. If that doesn't work, she still has so many magic weapons, and one of them can always come in handy. She tried several times but none of them succeeded, and even she couldn't even use the magic weapons.

Can't take it out.

It probably wasn't her own fault, maybe she was disturbed by the nightmare in her heart. In the puppet master's nightmare, she completely became an ordinary mortal. As soon as she figured this out, she was thrown into the vegetable garden in the temple's backyard.

In the ground.

"Today we will weed all the weeds, and then go to the stables to shovel out the excrement. If there is no food for you tonight, don't be so crazy. If you can't finish the work, you will pull out the children and beat them to death. Your hands and feet will be unclean and you will be hungry.

Kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fence was closed heavily and locked.

It's really unlucky that she didn't understand anything when she first entered the nightmare, so she went to the vegetable garden to do nonsense for others. Things are really unpredictable, and even a god like her would be reduced to weeding and shoveling manure. No one would believe her if she told her.

.

"You wipe your face and sit aside. Do you need me to carry you over?" The child in front of her was as thin as a piece of grass. If the wind blew, the waist would be broken. She wondered whether she should help him move to a seat.

, otherwise it will delay your work.

"I'm already 11 years old." The child said timidly. He didn't want to do anything by himself. Sure enough, after saying that, he walked slowly to another place.

There were three baskets full of grass. After weeding, she was reluctant to go to the stable. Even though her whole head was wrapped tightly, the smell of horse manure still found its way to her nose and poured it in. She didn't want to experience this smell again in her life.

This was the second time, and it was even worse than dying at the hands of the little King of Hell.

With a few vegetable leaves stuck in her nose, she carried the dung bucket and carefully watched every step under her feet. If she stepped on a pebble and her sole slipped, she would really become a laughing stock.

The iron locks suddenly jingled, and a Taoist priest opened the fence and looked at Zi Mo. He patted his mouth up and down, and said cheerful words, "You can come out now." After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he turned away.

A man quietly walked into the vegetable garden. When he saw Zi Mo, he paused for half a moment, then visibly stepped back and glanced elsewhere. The vegetable garden was so small, and when he moved his eyes, he could only focus on the side.

Enter the rag boy.

Unexpectedly, he also entered the nightmare.

She was startled when she saw the person coming, and suddenly forgot that she had a bucket of horse dung in her hand. The horse dung surged to the edge of the bucket and was about to move. Although she tried her best to keep her balance, the bucket of horse dung still took off her hand with great force and made a low arc.

Sprinkle it towards the person in front of you.

Yan Song sidestepped briskly, and the little Taoist was showered with horse dung. When she came out of the fence, she avoided the little Taoist.

Walking out of the Temple of Wealth, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

She suddenly thought of something and said angrily: "Why did you come in? You don't know how many puppets there are behind the stage, so you just left Qian Guan there alone?"

She entered the puppet master's inner nightmare with the intention of risking her life, and the little king of hell just followed her to join in the fun.

"Even if Qiangan can barely cope with the puppet, the lantern is still on the ground, and the black thing in the lantern is still very dangerous. What if it runs out of the lantern and kills the puppet master? Then all the efforts will be wasted."

It's child's play for Yan Song to enter the nightmare privately. She originally counted on Yan Song, but now it's not reliable at all. There are so many uncontrollable factors, and if there is a slight mistake, everything will be in vain.

"You asked me to stay in Lingcheng to help you in the first place, but now you are dissatisfied?"

Yan Song said seriously, his expression was so terrifying that if she dared to say "dissatisfied", maybe the man in front of her could eat her directly.

"That's not what I meant. After all, you are the most powerful among us, so of course you have to place your bet in the most important place. Behind the stage is the most dangerous place. A single move can affect the whole body. It is most worthwhile for you to stay there.

It’s the most reliable, I can handle it here alone.”

"Can you handle it?" Yan Song chuckled, and then he stopped and blocked Zi Mo's path. He just stood like this, with no wave on his face, not believing a word he said at all.

"How do you deal with it, mowing weeds or picking up horse manure? I only want to ask you three questions, do you have enough magic power? Are you sure you can purify the inner nightmare? Can you cast spells in this inner nightmare?"

After a moment of silence, Yan Song seemed to have expected her answer, and said unhurriedly: "You can't do everything, and you are not sure about everything. How can you deal with it?"

"You dare to rush in without knowing anything. What will I do if you die? Do you want me to use up all my spiritual power to heal you? You come back to life, and I use up all my magic power to die on your behalf?" His voice said.

He paused, and the coldness in his eyes was indescribable.

"I promise to stay and help you, but that doesn't mean you can control my actions at will. What is important and not important in your eyes is your business. Your safety comes first with me."

After a pause, he continued: "It's better if you can purify the inner nightmare. If you can't purify it, I can take you out even if everyone is dead. By then, Lingcheng will have nothing to do with you, and you only need to follow me.

enough."

Yan Song's words were conclusive, and this was indeed the case. She actually had nothing to say to refute. Yan Songjin also came in. It was more convenient for two people to act than for her to struggle alone. At this point, she could only comfort her like this.

By myself.

"I understand what you mean. If you are here, I will indeed be safer." As long as she is safe, everyone will be safe. She has not killed any of the devoured dolls or the imprisoned people.

forget.

Now that she has a helper, she can't just take it one step at a time. She patted Yan Song with renewed vigor and said, "If we act together, we will be able to find out the darkness in the puppet master's inner nightmare, purify it, and save everyone."

"

"But have you seen my child?"

After escaping from the vegetable garden, she seemed not to see the shadow of the child. She suddenly thought that when the Taoist opened the door and let her out, he said "You can come out now" instead of "You can come out now". The child must still be there.

Closed in the vegetable garden.

"You mean the kid next to you? I told those bald guys about you, and they naturally only let you go."

Yan Song said helplessly: "You have to figure out why you came in. You are here to purify your heart, not to shine the holy light. Whether that child lives or dies is none of your business. You need to think carefully about what to do next.

Bar."

"The next step is to rescue the child. Maybe this is a clue and the key to the next step of the nightmare."

Since she entered the nightmare, the only thing she could see and intervene in was the direction of the story of the child. How could a child appear in the puppet master's nightmare for no reason?

It is hard not to think that the child in rags in front of him is the puppet master, the puppet master in the past. After her reminder, Yan Song seemed to understand.

At night, Zimo brought the child back.

The child in front of him had already put on a new set of clothes. His face was clean and pretty, but he was silent and silent. He stood at the door, picking his hands, and looking down at the ground.

In the inner nightmare, neither she nor Yan Song could use their magic power, and it was inconvenient to do anything. Even if they rescued the little puppet master from the old way, they had to pay for it with the little money Yan Song had left.

The old Taoists collected money and rented them a small bamboo house. The bamboo house was in the backyard of the temple. Although it was remote and desolate, it was still a place to go. Otherwise, they would not even have a place to stay in this deep mountain and old forest.

The child clung to the bamboo door, refusing to go in. No matter how hard Zi Mo pushed him, he would not lift his feet. Finally, the child pointed to a small shed outside the bamboo house. There was a thick layer of fallen leaves in the shed, which seemed to be an abandoned dog.

The hole was built.

The child slowly walked into the shed, where he could just lie down on the pile of fallen leaves. He said dullly: "This is fine."

She carried the child and threw him on the bed in the bamboo house, "This is your bed, you will sleep here from now on." Yan Song stared at the child, who silently pulled the quilt over his head.

Early the next morning, several Taoist priests were making a noise at the bamboo gate. The Taoist priests were talking all over the place. Zi Mo got a general idea. They wanted the child to kneel in front of the statue to apologize!

"Girl, we have no choice, that little brat..." Noticing her unfriendly eyes, the Taoist priest rolled his eyes, "That little ancestor really did something wrong, because he smashed the incense altar and was disrespectful to the gods. Last night in the temple

The water has leaked out of the water, this must be the anger of the gods and they have punished us. Now we can only make amends to the gods in person, otherwise we will never give up!"

"Never give up!" Other Taoist priests agreed.

"Lord Jiao Sui must not be insulted! This is contempt for the gods and disrespectful!" All the Taoist priests waved their fly whisks and shouted loudly, as if they were determined not to make people peaceful. Zi Mo rolled his eyes.

"Funny talk! The reason why the temple is in trouble is because you are negligent in management. How come everything is related to the gods, and everything is blamed on a child. Besides, you believe in the gods and worship them with your heart. How can there be so many rules?

."

"You said something rude. I didn't expect that you not only showed no regrets but also blasphemed the gods. No matter what happens today, that little brat must kneel down in the temple to apologize to the gods!" The Taoist priests were all talking.

Suddenly the bamboo door opened, and Yan Song was holding a kit in his hand. He threw the kit on the ground. The noise stopped instantly.

The leading Taoist stared at Yan Song suspiciously. He raised his fly whisk to pick up the brocade bag on the ground. When he opened it, he saw that it was all filled with white silver.

The old Taoist opened his mouth wide in the luster of the silver, paused for a moment, looked serious, and softened his words: "I appreciate the reward given by the young master, but this is a crime from the gods, and the person who has done it must make amends in person."

Zi Mo snorted. She took the brocade bag from the old Taoist hand and put it into her arms. Just as she was about to retort, she heard a weak voice coming from the bamboo house, "I'll just go."


Chapter completed!