"Ahh

Chen Yang rubbed his nose: "It shouldn't be, I'm in such good health, why does it seem to be a symptom of a cold?"

Eat spiritual rice every day, and vegetables are also grown from spiritual seeds.

It should have been long overdue.

However, Chen Yang found that he really showed signs of catching a cold.

"System, I still get sick?" Chen Yang was puzzled.

It was just a sneeze just now, and now he felt that his body was soft and he had no strength.

The system said: "When the public opinion was gathered last night, there was a mute in the village, he did not speak, and the public opinion was not in agreement. ”

Chen Yang asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

"If the public opinion is not unified, the town transport stone tablet will not be able to be towned. ”

"Then did he speak?" Chen Yang suddenly became nervous.

"I spoke. ”

"That's good. ”

"At that time, the situation was a bit complicated, and if you wanted to speak dumbly, you needed to draw a part of the host's path, so ......"

Chen Yang was stunned, and immediately understood something.

He twitched, "So, the reason why I was so tired yesterday was because of this?

"Part of the reason. ”

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Gathering public opinion, the host at that moment is the lake god. The people have what they want, and the host needs to give feedback. This is not something that the system can control. ”

Chen Yang recalled the situation of activating the Zhenyun Stone Tablet last night, as if there was indeed a moment, and a little bit of information poured into his mind.

But at that time, how could he have the heart to care about this.

"Is it easy for me to practice? Do good deeds and get sick. ”

Shaking his head, Chen Yang took out the spirit seed and walked towards the vegetable garden.

"I made it all up today. ”

After eating a hearty breakfast, Chen Yang's spirits improved slightly.

The sky has cleared, and there is no standing water in the temple.

Lao Hei was paralyzed into a long strip, turning his belly to bask in the sun, how much he wanted to enjoy it.

The big bad wolf was beside it, lying on the ground on all fours, his tongue sticking out for a long time, and he was also enjoying it.

This product is now more and more self-free, at least in Chen Yang's memory, as long as he is in the Taoist temple, he can see it at any time.

Do you want wolves anymore?

Don't want the position of the chief?

It's really unproductive.

"System, give me a lottery. ”

Chen Yang sat on the stone bench, faintly expecting it in his heart.

I don't know what I'll get this time.

"Congratulations to the host, get the wooden fish. ”

"Wooden fish?"

Chen Yang looked at the fish-shaped, dark brown wooden fish on the table, took out the wooden hammer from his belly, and fiddled with it twice.

Then I took a closer look at the introduction of boni.

"Wooden fish: It is made of wood from thousands of years of lightning strikes, and can be used to preach and set up altars to awaken believers. ”

Now Chen Yang is completely bored.

From the lottery to now, this is probably the most useless thing drawn.

As a Taoist priest who grew up in the Taoist temple since he was a child and has practiced Taoism for more than ten years.

Chen Yang doesn't know much about Taoism, scriptures, or whatever.

I don't know much about the so-called Tao.

But the basics, such as wooden fish, he still knows it very well.

The wooden fish was originally used by the Taoist sect as a ritual tool for gathering the congregation, preaching the scriptures and fasting.

This is the Dharma instrument of Taoism, which later appeared in Buddhism and was borrowed and quoted by it.

However, if you go out and stop a passer-by and ask him about Muyu, the first reaction of the people is that this is a Buddhist thing.

There is no way, the concept of Buddhism and Taoism is different, and it is not surprising that it has developed into what it is now.

Since ancient times, Taoism has been preaching without preaching.

Looking at Buddhism again, people preach Buddhism and preach, otherwise can it have the current momentum?

Can't compare, can't compare.

"So I drew a wooden fish in this lottery?"

Chen Yang shook his head, wondering if he had put the wooden fish into the old man's bedroom to fall into the dust.

"Boom!"

He tapped lightly.

The deep voice suddenly entered his ears, which made Chen Yang's heart lift.

"Hiss~"

"Whew~"

Lao Hei and Da Gray got up from the ground with a grunt, and looked at Chen Yang in a strange and awkward posture, looking at Chen Yang in confusion.

This state lasted for three or four seconds before Chen Yang came back to his senses.

He looked at the wooden fish in front of him, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Why did that voice just now make me feel like I was in a different world?"

Hearing the sound of the wooden fish knocking, Chen Yang's eyes suddenly flashed over many things that had happened before.

The days when he lived with the old man, the ups and downs of life, seemed to all pour out in an instant.

Let his heart have mixed tastes and indescribable feelings.

"Awaken the believers..."

Chen Yang's eyebrows were entangled, and he immediately smiled.

When I looked down, I saw a snake and a wolf, looking at me with empty eyes.

Chen Yang didn't bother them, held the wooden hammer, and gently knocked it down again.

"Knock~"

That feeling hit again, and with preparation, Chen Yang was much less affected.

It took more than ten minutes before Chen Yang put down the wooden hammer.

He felt as if he had seen something.

There are some things that you can afford to hold and can't put down.

At this moment, Chen Yang felt that there were some things that didn't seem to be very important.

But there are some things that he still insists on.

Taking a scripture book from the house, Chen Yang sat on a stone stool, tapping on the wooden fish and reciting the scriptures.

Different moods, the sound of the wooden fish, also have different effects.

For example, at this time, Chen Yang only had scriptures in his eyes and scriptures in his heart, and the whole person fell into a state of emptiness and emptiness.

At the foot of the mountain, the Lingshan District Hospital, inside and out, surrounded by hundreds of villagers.

In the hospital, Wang Yawen finished the examination.

The doctor concluded that everything was normal with the vocal cords.

Wang Yawen's parents wiped tears with excitement.

The reporters interviewed many people and confirmed that before today, Wang Yawen was still dumb.

A mute man is suddenly able to speak.

Where else can this be explained by science?

The reporters interviewed Wang Yawen's family and interviewed all the villagers.

The reply was received, and all the lake gods appeared.

After the interview, the reporters went back to the car.

A young reporter complained: "What age is it, how can anyone still believe in these things?"

One reporter said: "If science can't explain it, with the perception of these villagers, who are generally not highly educated, they can only attribute all this to superstition." This can be used as an explanation and a psychological comfort for them. It's normal. ”

"And how do you report this?"

"Report?" the reporter said with a smile: "We are from the city TV station, you can report a try, and the director can come to you in person to talk about changing jobs." ”

The little reporter stopped talking.

Regular TV stations dare not report it, but some people dare to report it.

Local TV stations, anchors of major live broadcast platforms, and self-media celebrities, one counts as one, and all of them have been reported.

So in this morning, Weibo and major forums were full of news and videos related to "the lake god appeared and the dumb spoke".

In the WeChat of people like the mother-in-law who is forty years old, almost all of them have been swiped by a WeChat.

Forward this WeChat, you will be blessed by the lake god, do not turn not Chinese!"

This WeChat, almost with the invincible attitude of the virus, swiped the screen in the circle of friends of Lingshan City citizens.