Thought of this.

Wei Yi sat cross-legged directly in front of his house, in front of the grass that seemed not too high and exuded gleaming light.

The whole person closed his eyes and concentrated.

Then, relax your mind, and even become more and more empty, and more and more empty.

Feeling the call from somewhere.

In an instant, he felt as if he had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains.

Wait until the spirit returns.

Wait until he really becomes conscious.

He found that he seemed to be attached to a large bluestone at the moment.

There is always smoke all around.

Looking down, something shocking happened.

Wei Yi discovered.

This is actually a huge palace.

It looks like a Taoist temple.

But if you look closely it doesn't look like it.

It seems to be established spontaneously by the people.

Of course.

Folks often spontaneously build various sacrifices and temples for various gods.

This kind of thing is very normal.

But the problem is that in this temple now, the person who serves as the main god is actually a god-man carved in the image of Wei Yi.

Compared to his plain clothes.

At this moment, the aloof god sitting at the highest point of the temple is wearing noble clothes.

The yin and yang energy lingers on the clothes.

The gorgeous clothes were each embroidered with patterns of mountains, rivers, vegetation, fish, insects and clouds.

He seems to have a very high status.

Holding three ears of rice in her hand.

Wearing a purple gold crown on her head.

The whole person seemed to have a very kind smile.

Take a closer look.

This Taoist temple is not even newly built, it seems to be three to five years old.

Because in the main hall, the houses being built at this moment, as well as his statue, have also been smelled by the smoke lingering inside.

See this scene.

Wei Yi was completely helpless:

"This man is still alive, how could he become a god?"

"There is no such god here."

"Pindao is just a small, insignificant little Taoist."

"How can I be made the emperor?"

I don’t know who did the good deed, but I think he was sincere and he indeed built a temple for him.

But let’s say he knows something.

Then this seems a bit much.

After all, how could anyone confer a living person on him as a god, and also confer him the title of emperor?

Look at the plaque above your head.

I only saw the plaque saying:

"Zhongtian Wuji is in charge of the great vitality emperor!"

The seal of this thing is really too high. Under normal circumstances, the level of such gods is almost second only to heaven and earth.

It is now a feudal dynasty.

Only this emperor can seal a god of this level.

The most important thing is.

To consecrate a small deity among the people and treat them as a wife or something like that is already regarded as an obscene sacrifice.

If you leave him alone, he will become a great god in heaven.

Then we should really send troops to suppress it.

Looking at this situation, it seems that the incense is still very prosperous in this temple.

It is estimated that the officials below knew that the prototype of the emperor was the great protector of the country, so they did not encircle and suppress him for the sake of this face.

Shaked his head.

Wei Yi didn't care about anything else.

Looking at the hall, there are countless candles burning on the left and right that have not been extinguished, and countless fragrances are filled on the left and right.

Wei Yi also fell into thinking:

"In the past, although Pindao had the ability to search for souls from thousands of miles away, it seemed that after breaking through a certain limit, his physical body developed his own magical powers."

"But now it spans tens of thousands of miles, and it seems that it has come from Kyushu to the Western Regions. This is a bit like the soul leaving the body."

Thought of this.

With his own thoughts, he began to stir up the smoke that was everywhere in the palace.

It seems that he wants to inhale incense.

After all, in this myth and legend, the gods all need incense.

Since he came across thousands of miles.

And it was from the imperial capital of the Eastern Nine Provinces that we crossed an unknown distance to reach the Western Region.

That's more or less half a god.

Smoking a little incense should be fine.

but.

To his surprise.

His first thought really stirred up the aromas of incense from all directions.

It seems to have a little bit of magic effect.

But the problem is, no matter how the incense in it is swirling around his statue.

He doesn't even feel the benefit to himself.

finally.

After trying a cup of tea, Wei Yi immediately gave up the idea of ​​smoking incense.

Just at this time.

Outside the huge hall, a middle-aged woman carrying a small basket suddenly walked in.

As soon as the woman came in, she took out the incense candles and tributes she had brought with her from her little basket.

Then he put it on the table.

The whole person was very pious, kneeling on the futon, and murmuring:

"I hope the Emperor will keep my family safe and sound."

"Bless my children to grow up smoothly."

"Bless my eldest son to succeed in his studies and revitalize the family business when he goes out to practice martial arts..."

This woman was very nagging.

He was chattering non-stop, wishing he could buy a bundle of incense candles and make a hundred and eighty wishes.

Obviously, he also has the same attitude towards gods as the hundreds of millions of people in the land of Kyushu.

Who trusts whom?

Anyway, it doesn’t cost too much, so it’s useful to pay my respects.
To be continued...