Of course, it's a serious bad thing, and some of the indecent ones are suitable for more secret places, cough ......

"It's a bit of a hassle. ”

Most of the houses along the road are residents, and there is nothing unusual from the outside, but it is unknown what is inside.

Qingyu can't break in one by one to watch, he will be surrounded and beaten as a suspicious character.

"Huh, spatial fluctuations?"

Although it is very faint, it is definitely the breath of space, and it is not far ahead, as the former supreme, in this regard, Qingyu can definitely not be wrong.

So, he quickened his pace and walked in the direction he had perceived.

"Temple?"

In front, a temple stands there, it seems that there is no manager, like a host, and the door is open, and it is not afraid of being stolen, giving people a feeling of love and worship, not worship.

Qingyu stopped the passers-by and asked, "Excuse me, who is worshipping in this temple?"

The pedestrian looked at him with a puzzled face: "You don't know this?

"Hmm. ”

"Then you are asking the right person, let me tell you, this temple is dedicated to the river god of Qinghe, this river god is spiritual, he can bless us with good wind and rain, we can ask for children, and eliminate disasters......"

The more he talked, the more excited he became, as if he wanted to tell Qingyu all the deeds of the river god, at this moment, he was like Sun Wukong facing Tang Seng who was reciting the mantra, and the blue route player heard "Hey, boy".

To put it simply, I'm going to be annoyed.

"What's that? Wait, ask for a son? Is this so omnipotent? Is this a male god or a goddess?"

Don't expect the gods to do anything!

..............................

Maybe it won't be your own?

(ಡωಡ)

"Ahem, no, I said it for a while. The passerby's face was a little embarrassed all of a sudden, but when he thought of the important task of preaching for God, the whole person became as serious as a Sichuan opera changed his face.

"But I'll tell you howl, we Qinghe River God ......"

"Okay, okay, I understand, I still have something to do, let's go first, thank you. ”

Qingyu ran into the river temple as if he had escaped.

"Whew... Is this the legendary fanatic, it's terrifying, as if it has been brainwashed. ”

After resting in place for a while, Qingyu began to observe the temple.

At the foreground is a statue of a god, which appears to be made of bronze, and the statue as a whole looks like a kind old man.

But on both sides of him there are fin-like patterns, and there are scale-like designs on his clothes, and the most special thing is that there are also strings of Buddha beads hanging around the neck of the statue, which is not so much a human being as a fish in the form of an incomplete human being.

In front of the idol is an incense burner, which contains the ashes left over from the incense burned by others to worship the river god.

Then there are the things that ordinary temples will have, and the most special of these things are the statues of gods and incense burners.

The idol is not the body of the river god, but it is connected to the river god and provides him with the power of faith, and the incense burner is responsible for collecting the power of faith from tourists and believers and giving it to the idol.

Through this idol, Qing Yu confirmed one thing, that is, this "Lord River God" is not strong, at least he can deal with it.

That's easy to do, if nothing else, the spatial fluctuations he perceives are a small different space, and the river god is most likely in it.

So Qingyu planned to go in and run down the door to see if the second miss of the Wang family was inside, it would be easy to do it, not to say anything else.

He walked to the backyard of the River Temple, which seemed to be normal, but secretly there was another space hidden.

Fortunately, this hidden method is very poor, and Qingyu observed for a while and found out where the node was.

He put his hand on the root water drop on his neck: "Thank you for your hard work, you have only saved such a little bit and you will be squeezed dry by me." ”

This speech full of dissatisfaction is really powerless to complain.

If the root water droplets have self-awareness, they will definitely scold, scold Qingyu for not knowing moderation, shamelessness, and oppressing labor.

I saw that the root droplets, which already had a trace of color, were messed up by Qing Yu, and instantly became dull again.

And Qing Yu had a little more point of light that kept rotating between his fingers, and that was the root qi.

was jokingly called by Xia Yaoyao the power of the root of the universal material.

@万能融合素材高斯奥特曼

If it weren't for the fact that the cultivation was not enough, and Qingyu needed to use foreign objects, he was really reluctant to use it, after all, it was not easy to recover such a little, and it would be gone when he ran out.

He crouched down, holding the root qi hand on the ground.

As if glass was shattered, the surrounding scene was full of cracks, one, two, countless cracks, countless cracks intertwined.

Then, at the same time, it splits.

"Oh, it's a great effect, I like it. "Good Himehachi is cool.

After the crack, the scene changed, from the original small courtyard to a lavishly decorated temple.

A one-man tall golden statue, two stone lions at the door, and a plaque on the door with the words "Qinghe Temple" written on the door.