Some of the worshipers nearby cast envious glances, and some quietly moved their buttocks to get closer to Gong Liang and the others, hoping to catch some divine light. But obviously, that was impossible.
There are also people who don't care about it, just follow the faith in their hearts and worship the god of waste devoutly.
Some of these people have also been baptized by divine light.
When Gongliang got up after paying homage, he suddenly felt that something was different about himself.
I became very energetic and the fatigue from the journey was completely gone.
He punched the air hard, and there was a loud noise. He felt that his current condition was better than ever. Next to him, Migu saw Dad getting up, and quickly flew to sit on Dad's neck, and then secretly looked at the statue of the wild god
, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Suddenly, Gongliang noticed that the chicken seemed a little different. It looked very energetic and had a hint of the power of a bird of prey.
The roundness has also become a little different. I feel like I have lost weight. It is not like a lump of fat before. I have become more energetic, and my walking movements are obviously much faster.
I raised my head and couldn't see the little guy sitting on my head, but I believe it should be a little different.
Suddenly, he felt that the people around him were looking at him a little strangely. But when he looked over, those people quickly turned back.
It's really strange. Could it be that something happened just now that he didn't know about?
Gongliang was confused and confused, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He clasped his hands together and bowed in front of the statue of the desolate god, and then walked aside.
Behind the statue of the wild god is the temple. The front of the temple is heavily guarded. Before Gongliang walked past, he felt an icy chill. It is said that if you enter the temple, you will have a chance to obtain the long-lasting inheritance preserved inside. But the most important thing for him now is to find a place to stay.
Okay, let’s put these aside for a moment before talking about them.
There is a pool next to the square and a place for people to rest.
Gong Liang saw someone sleeping directly on the ground beside the pool, and he couldn't help but think to himself that if he couldn't find a place to sleep at night, he could come here to make a living.
The city gate, the statue of the desolate god and the temple are located in the same straight line, and on both sides are the shops, inns, restaurants and residences run by the desolate tribe.
Gongliang left the square and walked to the market on the right.
The headquarters of the Da Yan Department in the temple is in the southeast corner, and you can go directly there.
On both sides of the street, there are many houses, including shops, inns, restaurants, and houses. Some of the shops are occupied by deserters setting up stalls. Most of the stalls are filled with specialties brought from the tribe, and some are things collected by themselves.
Gong Liang was walking and looking, and suddenly he noticed a kind of fiery red crystal stone placed in the stall of a sturdy man in front of him, and the heat coming from it actually washed out voluptuous ripples in the air.
"What is this?"
Gong Liang came to the stand of the Stout Desolate Man and looked at the flaming crystal stone curiously and asked.
"Fire spar can make fire." The sturdy man explained in a simple and honest manner.
Gongliang picked up a piece and observed it. Suddenly, a burst of hot air came out from the fire crystal, which made his hand red. He quickly put it down. But strangely, the cloth on which the strong man put the fire crystal was fine.
.
"Huananbu?" Gongliang asked tentatively.
"Well, only the fire cloth can carry the heat of the fire crystal stone. The other ones are not good at all, but they are very expensive." The stout desolate man nodded in response.
There are some burning cloths in Gongliang Space, but they are all one piece at a time. But before, he used burning cloth to make clothes for Migu. Later, when he came to the Qingmulg tribe, the shaman and leader of the Qingmulg tribe, Canniangzi, made clothes for him.
She made many beautiful clothes. The clothes made of burning cloth were useless and were still in the corner of the house.
So, he took out one piece from the fruit space.
Mi Gu still remembered her clothes, "Daddy, these are my clothes."
"I know, Dad will put it back after using it for a while."
"Um"
Gongliang picked up a piece of fire crystal in clothes made of fire cloth and looked at it. He found that although there was a fiery aura lingering inside, it was not entirely spiritual energy.
Upon closer inspection, he found that the spiritual energy inside was very mixed, and the flame aura was more abundant. The reason why he looked at the fire crystal stone was because of the magnolia-like flowers hanging on the branches of the fire tree he had obtained from Lady Fire.
, seems to have shrunk a bit recently.
He didn't know if he lacked fire aura, so he planned to put some fire crystals in the space and let the fire branches absorb them.
After the inspection, Gongliang put down the fire crystal stone and asked the sturdy Huangman: "How do you change this?"
"Only exchange for salty stone salt." The deserted man responded.
It should be rock salt. Gongliang guessed, took out a piece of crystal rock salt brought from Yanbu from the space, and asked: "Is it this kind of thing?"
The stout desolate man shook his head, "No, you must have spiritual energy."
That was the crystal salt. Gongliang put away the crystal rock salt and took out another palm-sized piece of crystal salt.
When the sturdy man saw the crystal salt, he said with great joy: "This is it, this is it, I will exchange it with you, I will exchange it with you."
"You can exchange them, but you have too few things." Gongliang pointed to a few fire crystals on the stall and said.
"I still have it, I still have it." The stout desolate man quickly took out a bag from his waist and handed it over.
Gongliang felt his hand sink. He opened the bag and saw about ten cubic meters of fire crystal lying inside. However, he still felt that it was too little, so he couldn't help but ask: "Is there any more?"
"Yes, yes, wait a minute." As soon as the strong and desolate man finished speaking, he ran out and looked at Gong Liang inexplicably. This guy was not afraid of his things being taken away. After just a moment, the strong and desolate man ran back again.
, followed by several equally stout tribal men.
"Give, give."
The sturdy man came over and handed over several bags he was holding.
Gong Liang opened it and saw that there were about ten cubic meters of fire crystal inside. This amount should be almost enough for the fire branches to absorb.
"How do you want to change it?"
The crystal spiritual salt contains pure spiritual energy, but the fire crystal stone contains very mixed fire spiritual energy, which is obviously not on the same level as the crystal spiritual salt.
The stout desolate man discussed with the several desolate men who came with him and said, "Twenty for one."
This meant that he would exchange twenty fire crystals for one crystal salt of the same volume. Gongliang thought about it and felt that the conditions were acceptable, so he took out a large piece of crystal salt, collected all the fire crystals, and
The bag was returned.
When Huang Ren saw such a large piece of crystal rock salt, he shouted with excitement.
One guy actually stuck out his tongue and licked it, and was immediately slapped away by another deserter next to him.
There was no profit or loss in this transaction, but Gongliang saw that the crystal salt they exchanged was a little short, so he gave them some ordinary crystal rock salt as an extra gift, which made those people grateful.
Finding that there was nothing else on the stall, Gongliang left, and finally said to them: "If you still have this kind of thing, you can exchange it with me for crystal salt. If I don't come by then, you can go to Dayan
The Ministry is looking for me, my name is Gongliang."
When those people heard that he was from the Dayan tribe, they looked much more respectful.
Gongliang nodded to them and continued walking forward.