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At this time, Feng Qingyan came to the god case and saw a black token and an old book with some yellowed threads. Needless to say, this is the village spirit order and the household registration record of Qinghe Village. He picked up the household registration record and opened it, and found that it was blank, and he was slightly surprised.

When he took over the village spirit temple in Qingshan Village, the basic information of the villagers was recorded in the household registration record.

"How can it be blank?"

Feng Qingyan frowned and was thinking, a little puzzled, and his eyes fell on the statue with no facial features. Now in the village spirit temple in Qinghe Village, there is no village spirit to take office, so the idol has no facial features.

The first time he walked into the village spirit temple in Qingshan Village, the idol he saw also had no facial features, and when he picked up the village spirit order, the idol slowly changed......

At this time, he picked up the village spirit order.

Now there is no suitable candidate for the village spirit, so he has to take over temporarily, and since it has been established, it is impossible to leave it alone.

The duty of the village spirit is to bless the safety of the local family in the township, add the imports of Ding, the prosperity of the six animals, and uphold justice for the people. Moreover, in addition to protecting the peace and tranquility of the township, he also took charge of the household registration of the deceased in the township and led their souls to embark on the path of reincarnation.

Then, his divine sense suddenly dispersed, probing Qinghe Village.

Although the area of Qinghe Village is not as large as Qingshan Village, its transportation is slightly more convenient, and the village is open and flat, close to the river, so the population is almost twice that of Qingshan Village.

After a moment, he retracted his senses, and his gaze fell on the household register again.

"Why is it blank?"

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked out of the village spirit temple with the household registration record, and after thinking about it carefully, he threw the household registration record into the sky.

The household register flew into the sky and was quietly suspended there.

He frowned, as if something was missing, and threw the village spirit order on it again. When the village spirit order fell on the household register, a layer of mysterious light suddenly bloomed, enveloping the entire Qinghe Village.

A moment later, he saw strings of mysterious runes flickering in the light, which were continuously entered into the household register.

"I see. Feng Qingyan suddenly realized.

However, the household registration record did not collect the information of the villagers so quickly, and it would take a while, so he walked into the village spirit temple again. This time, he came to the back of the village spirit temple, but there was nothing behind it.

It didn't have the Spirit Tree he was expecting.

Although this result has long been expected by him, he is still a little disappointed.

A spirit tree can only change the environment of a mountain and a place, but cannot change the environment of the entire world. He thought that the whole world was filled with heaven and earth aura, and it was impossible for one spirit tree to do it, only countless spirit trees could do it.

"Sure enough, there was only one spirit tree. ”

At this time, Feng Qingyan walked out of the village spirit temple and quietly looked at the household registration record suspended in the sky. In the light that fell from the household register, strings of mysterious runes flickered, and the information of the villagers of Qinghe Village was continuously entered into the household register.

After about half an hour, the mysterious runes that flickered in the light finally slowed down.

After another ten minutes, no new runes appeared in the falling light. At this point, the household registration record has finally completed the collection of information from the villagers.

At this time, Feng Qingyan waved his hand at the household registration record and the village spirit order, and immediately flew down and returned to his hands. After he put the village spirit order, he immediately opened the household registration book, and recorded countless information in it.

Probably browsed it and found the time of the information in it, but it was actually as of July last year.

"Last July?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised, this time happened to be the time when the spiritual temple of Qingshan Village came. However, the time recorded in the household registration record of Qingshan Village is the life of the villagers, and the longest can go back to more than 80 years ago......

"It's weird. ”

Feng Qingyan watched it again, and the time was still as of July last year.

At this time, he didn't pay much attention to it, and just as he was about to leave, a few wisps of spiritual smoke slowly fell onto the idol. After the establishment of the village spiritual temple in Qinghe Village, it will naturally collect the spiritual smoke of the village, but in this way, a part of the spiritual smoke of Qingshan Village will be divided.

After a while, he left Qinghe Village and came to the Village Spirit Temple in Qingshan Village.

He walked into the village spirit temple and came to the spirit tree, which was full of crystal clear spirit leaves, spitting out wisps of spiritual energy.

He muttered for a moment, then plucked a branch.

"I hope I can live here. ”

Feng Qingyan said to the branch, and took the branch to the village spirit temple in Qinghe Village and planted it behind the spirit temple. After thinking about it, he picked a few more spirit leaves and buried them under the soil to see if he could replenish nutrients for the branches and increase the chance of survival.

By the time he had done all this, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

On the pavilion of the large courtyard, the three of Baidi Cheng, Xiao Tanhua and Tu Zhongshan were still drinking tea quietly, as if they didn't know that it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, Feng Qingyan's figure flashed, and he quietly appeared on the pavilion.

"Young palace master. ”

"Fujun. ”

The three were startled, then immediately stood up.

"Still drinking tea?" Feng Qingyan sat down with a faint smile, and then boiled water to make tea with his own hands.

"Young Palace Master, just let me do these rough jobs. After Xiao Tanhua sat down, she took the teacup into the basin and washed it.

"You don't make good tea. White Emperor Cheng shook his head and said.

"Fujun's tea is the best in the world. Tu Zhongshan smiled and said, and also sat down on the side, looking expectant.

When Xiao Tanhua heard this, she couldn't help but chuckle.

After a while, the aroma of tea fills the air.

"Young Palace Master, you just established the Village Spirit Temple in Qinghe Village?" After drinking tea for a while, Xiao Tanhua asked curiously, although they all had this guess, they were not sure.

As soon as he spoke, the eyes of White Emperor City and Tu Zhongshan also fell on Feng Qingyan.

"Not bad. Feng Qingyan nodded, looking at the starry sky, the celestial phenomena at this time had already recovered. Then, he suddenly smiled and said, "You want to be a village spirit?"

"Well, I think. ”

Xiao Tanhua said, but added, "However, I don't want to die even more." ”

"There's no way around that. Feng Qingyan shook his head.

After about a few dozen minutes, everyone dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest.

Although now, Feng Qingyan can continue to build village spirit temples, but because there is no candidate for village spirits, he is not in a hurry to build them. He planned to observe the Qinghe Village Spirit Temple for a few days first, and if there were no problems, it would not be too late to continue to build it.

It's dawn.

The village is filled with clouds and mist, and it flows slowly through the mountains, like a fairyland.

Feng Qingyan held the guqin, walked on the mountain path, and came to the front of Paradise Island. Half a month ago, the bird of paradise had flown back and brought more birds of paradise......

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