The Miao Zhu who came out here had almost shaved his head, leaving only a bunch of hair in the middle of his forehead.
Such a familiar hairstyle, Fang Canran indeed introduced it to the right place.
On the overseas islands, there are many fringe forces, and there are also many temples of various small gods.
He walked into the temple, which was only ten square meters in size. There was no forward or backward direction. He Lingchuan looked up and saw that the statues of gods enshrined in the temple had probably been renovated not long ago, and had been repainted and the damage repaired.
On the table were two plates of mixed fruits, a plate of red buns, and even a whole roasted chicken!
There are several sticks of incense in the stove, and they are lingering.
It seems that the incense is quite popular here.
There was also an old lady with half-gray hair, kneeling on the futon and prostrating herself on the ground, with the palms of her hands facing upwards. She kept this posture and muttered something pious.
In addition, there was no one else in the temple, and the whereabouts of the temple blessings that had just left were unknown. He Lingchuan lit seven sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner. Then he grabbed the cup and spoon on the tribute table and circled the incense three times, lowering his head each time.
Say it loudly:
"Please show yourself to the god of relief. Friends from Leigong Island are here to visit!"
Having said that, he threw the bamboo shoots to the ground.
The so-called "cup of wild rice" is made of wood cut into a crescent shape. One side is flat, called "yang", and the other side is convex, called "yin". Cups of wild rice are a pair, and the outside is painted with red paint, which is called "yin".
It is a common tool used in temples to communicate between humans and gods.
When asking the gods for their wishes, pilgrims would take wild rice and throw it on the ground.
He Lingchuan threw it like this, and both the bamboo shoots were flat, that is, the sunny side was facing up, indicating that the gods were undecided and needed to ask for instructions again.
He picked up the two wild rice plants, waited patiently for half a quarter of an hour, and then threw them again.
Or flat side up.
He Lingchuan whispered: "You don't want to do the deal we negotiated last time? I've brought everything here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the candlelight suddenly jumped.
He Lingchuan understood and threw the bamboo shoots to the ground again.
This time it was finally a yin and a yang, indicating that the gods agreed/satisfied!
The old woman on the futon was still prostrate on the ground. He Lingchuan wanted to ask her out, but after thinking about it, he gave up and went to close the door and window himself and put in seven more sticks of incense.
The candlelight and smoke went straight upward, and the air in the room stopped flowing.
At this time, the smoke steaming out of the incense burner suddenly turned around without any wind and headed towards the old woman on the ground.
She was praying with her eyes closed, completely unaware of it.
Smoke penetrated from her ears and nose, and the old woman's prayers were suddenly interrupted.
Then, she slowly raised her head and stood up.
This old woman was a bit hunchbacked. She should have been half-bent in normal times, but now her back was straight. Her dim old eyes had become brighter, with large and green pupils. She stared at He Lingchuan and said:
"It turns out it's you, Nai Luotian's skin."
Even the mask he was wearing was the same as last time.
"Where are the things you want to bring me?"
Its sound is difficult, but not unclear.
He Lingchuan took out a small copper stick from his arms and handed it over: "It's used."
The old woman took it in her hand, turned it over and over, and found that there was indeed a wisp of gas inside, proving that the baby had been used.
This is a new version of the Xinglong Pillar made by He Lingchuan, and the style is different from the previous one.
"Very good." The old woman, whose mind was controlled by the God of Disaster, said, "The transaction is completed."
The last time He Lingchuan went to Leigong Island to look for it, he paid five questions in advance. The God of Disaster Relief asked him to return a used Dragon Punishment Pillar within a year.
For others, this condition is extremely difficult, because the people who master the Dragon Punishment Pillar usually remain silent, and this thing is not circulated in the market.
But for He Lingchuan, haha.
Therefore, this time he simply brought a large-capacity version to Shi Nanshen, and the latter's satisfaction was visible to the naked eye.
"What else do you want to ask?" This business is very cost-effective. You can get the Dragon Pillar by answering a few questions.
"You can calculate the time when the Emperor's Liquid will come, right?"
"Well, of course." The death of gods in the God Realm cannot be hidden from their eyes and ears.
"Except for coming twice within half a month, when will the next few episodes of Emperor Ooze arrive?"
The God of Disaster stared at him for a long time: "It will come within half a month, who told you?"
"Nai Luotian."
Upon hearing the name of this righteous god, the voice of the God of Disaster Relief rose three times:
"Wait, He has found you?"
If Nai Luotian keeps looking at this skin, it will not be difficult to discover his deal with Shi Nan!
Coveting other people's skins, especially the skins of righteous gods, is a taboo in the world of gods. This kind of risk cannot be avoided.
Feeling Shi Yan's retreat, He Lingchuan immediately said: "Don't worry, he won't look for me again in a short time, let alone discover the connection between you and me."
His attitude was really bland, like friends talking to each other about the weather.
Shi Nan felt the confidence contained in his words and asked doubtfully: "How do you say this?"
"Naruotian had an accident."
The old woman was relieved and her neck trembled slightly: "What's the matter?"
"If you go to the God Realm and inquire about it, won't you know?" He Lingchuan smiled, "In short, I am very safe, and you are also very safe. No gods will come to hold us accountable."
Of course, Shi Nan still refused to believe it. He Lingchuan then said: "Besides, isn't it too late for you to worry now? We made a deal on Leigong Island a year ago. You knew I wanted to unlock Narutian's mark, but you still
You told me the method. If Naluotian descends successfully, he will know all these things. What's the matter, you want to back down now?"
He choked up and said: "This..."
At that time, it really wanted to punish the Dragon Pillar, but it also thought that Nai Luotian might not care about it.
It quickly changed the topic: "Since you and Nai Luotian can talk, isn't it not difficult to get the news about Emperor Liujian?"
"No, we can't contact you anymore." The two messages about Emperor Liujian were sent by Naluotian's clone. However, this unlucky clone was then planted into a tree by Dafang Pot, and could no longer speak to him.
"So I turned around and thought of you."
God Shi Nan immediately said: "We are strictly prohibited from spreading this kind of information in the God Realm, otherwise what will happen to the world if the world knows about it?"
He Lingchuan couldn't help laughing: "Are you kidding me? Regardless of whether it is Lingxu City or the Demonic Kingdom, all the upper-level officials in Bega know it. The relatives, friends, and even servants of the nobles have already prepared basins and are waiting to receive them.
.But you told me that the news is strictly prohibited?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The tone of the God of Disaster was a bit stiff: "Bega is different."
The status of the Lingxu gods is very high in the divine world.
"Really? What about Mou State?" He Lingchuan didn't believe a word of it, "Does the king of Mou State know about it? Do the powerful people know about it?"
The God of Disaster Relief fell silent.
The Kingdom of Mou is not a country dedicated to gods, but it does not prevent them from obtaining information.
It is impossible to prevent the dissemination of such important information.
The ones who don’t know are just ordinary people.
The Emperor's Liquid is so precious. It is crucial to He Lingchuan, the Yangshan Islands, and the army he will build in the future. Therefore, he must obtain accurate information about the Emperor's Liquid.
The god known to be the easiest to communicate with is the one who relieves difficulties.
He Lingchuan refilled a few more sticks of incense: "Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps. So it turns out that this is also the case in the divine world?"
The old woman was stunned for a while, not even turning her eyes. He Lingchuan knew that Shi Di was weighing her difficulties.
After a short while, it finally spoke: "I will take risks by revealing such precious information to you."
He Lingchuan touched the altar table with his hand: "Birchwood table, newly repaired golden body. You are doing well here, at least better than Leigong Island."
To be continued...