Half an hour later.

Chen Luo sat on the throne high above, looking at Marza who was lying on the ground to give a big gift, with a solemn expression.

"My patience is very limited." Chen Luo said lightly, "I'll give you three days!"

“Three days later, Deli City will host its first Resurrection Valentine’s Day!”

“Is there any problem?”

Marza lay on the ground and replied dullly: "Dear God, your expectation is Marza's lifelong pursuit."

"Oh well."

"I'll wait and see in three days."

"If you do it well, I will naturally be rewarded; if something goes wrong, you, the great elder, don't do it!"

Marza quickly responded: "Your loyal servant is willing to use all your life span to guarantee God."

...

Walking out of the temple, Marza's humble smile immediately became gloomy.

what to do?

The new god came to power and he didn't know the other person's temper and personality, so he had to work hard to gain favorability, take everything and say some beautiful words.

But, this is responsible!

After being a great elder in Deli City for decades, Marza has rich experience in dealing with God.

They may have different preferences or different personalities, but one thing is the same.

That is, I am very intoxicated by the legends I wrote!

At this time, if you dare to say that this story is not good and is not suitable to be promoted as a festival celebration, the previous former elder who was thrown into the fire pit is the best example.

He was just a mortal and had no room for comment on this kind of thing.

All you need to do is work hard.

At worst, there is one more city law: if you don’t come to participate in the celebration, you will be sentenced to one year in prison!

But this time, he felt a little confused.

Marza believes that he has seen many myths and legends. Not only is it circulated in Deli City, but he has also been involved in some festival legends in other cities. He has never seen any stories!

In private, he will also savor some myths and divide them into three levels: top, middle and bottom.

But I really haven't seen the story I saw today.

The protagonist is not a god!

The theme is not God's greatness!

Taboo love between the superior and the inferior!

Can such a story really make the festival happen?

Marza shook her head, sighed deeply, and walked towards the Presbyterian Church.

A person's anxiety is called depression.

The anxiety of a group of people is called the overall environment.

He needs to find someone to share the burden now!

...

"Great Elder, no." The elder of the gray robe looked at the "Romeo and Juliet" in his hand and cried, "How can the gods not appear in this story?

"Yes, how could the daughter of the witch fall in love with the Li Ren?" Another witch said coldly in gray robe.

"Or...you go and discuss with the gods and change a story?" The third witch man's gray robe suggested to Marza.

Marza snorted coldly as he listened to the gray robe's comments.

"The gods only need to be a fruit!"

"Don't think about changing the will of God, think about how to continue, you stupid groundhogs!"

"If you feel that you can't do it, now be ready to lose all your life span and turn it into a dry bone!"

Marza's words were like a cold wind blew through the Elders' Courtyard, making all the elders' hearts tremble.

Then, why not, give it a try?

"Contact the tribes around!" Marza rubbed her brows, "It's really not possible, let them send people into the city to make up the atmosphere."

"Everyone will definitely be happy when they give rations for ten days!"

“As for the cost…”

Marza sighed again: "We must do the first order of the new god!"

"Super the people, let's share it!"

The elders frowned slightly, but could not think of a better way, so they nodded silently.

Occasionally, someone looks at the manuscript, and he is also disdainful.

Humph, what a story.

Love is a matter?

...

"Xiao Luozi, Xiao Luozi, you all overheard."

In the temple, the firefly hook who was invisible and trotted back to the temple, pulled Chen Luo's clothes and cushioned his feet and said, "They don't even think about your story!"

"I'm discussing spending money to buy people to make up for the scene."

"Do you want to teach them a lesson?"

Before Chen Luo could speak, a line of Bodhisattvas who had been meditating in the corner of the temple suddenly opened their eyes: "Do they actually look down on the articles of Buddhist children?"

"Son of Buddha, I am willing to go and debate with them!"

Chen Luo quickly waved his hand and smiled, "No, no, master doesn't have to do this."

"Those old people, after being high on their feet for a long time, naturally cannot feel the beauty of love."

"And from their standpoint, they will not accept cross-class union, and they will even resist!"

"The audience of that story is not them!"

"As long as they can post the article step by step."

The Bodhisattva of Yixing nodded and said in one tenfold: "The Buddha's son is compassionate and does not care about his attitude for a while. I admire him."

Chen Luo's face turned red and he coughed dryly.

Ying Gou seemed to see Chen Luo’s concern and said to the line: “Old monk, what you said is wrong.”

"Anyway, if the effect is not good, it means they can't do it. It's not difficult to change to a group of elders!"

"Xiao Luozi, I will help you remember this for you first!"

"Just only have three pieces of jujube cake. When you leave, take action to deal with it!"

Chen Luo pinched the little face of the firefly and clenched a small piece of meat: "I'll give it to you for free, but don't be too troublesome. Just be good, I'll give you this stone milk that can last a thousand years to condense.

”

As he said that, Chen Luo waved his hand and a small bowl appeared in his hand, and the white milk in the bowl emitted a fragrance.

Before Firefly could get started and grab it, Chen Luo took the small bowl back into the storage order.

"I agreed that as long as you are good, I will give it to you!"

Firefly hurriedly knelt on the ground, well-behaved.jpg!

Only one line of Bodhisattva raised his eyebrows.

If I read it right just now, it should be just an ordinary bowl of tofu in the world, right?

Buddha's thousand-year-old fat-cured sputum milk!

You can buy a bowl of three cents... No, if you can put the Buddhist son in the storage order, there must be something special.

At least three taels of silver per bowl!

Just bullying the King of Firefly Gou... I can't blame the Buddhist son all for this. After all, he has too much contact with the Confucian sect, and the Confucian hearts can't find the second color even if they get together.

It’s better to Buddhism!

You have to let the Buddhist sons have more contact with them.

Thinking of this, my team suddenly felt that there was still a long way to go and he still needed to work hard!

...

After finishing the meeting from the Elders' House, Marza returned to his residence.
To be continued...