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Lin Sanjian, who was originally being supported, felt that his body was recovering rapidly in the vision just now, and after each drum sounded, he felt that his body had recovered a little, and after the three drums, his body had completely recovered.

Although his body had recovered his health, Lin Sanjian was not only not happy, but felt a chill in his heart, what happened to him had shown that the land god was real.

Doesn't that mean that all the things he has done will be judged after death, and how can he be happy?

"It couldn't have been the manifestation of the land god just now, was it?"

"There is no land god, it may just be a small earthquake!"

"If there is an earthquake, how can there be drums?"

"Look, that Lin Sanjian looked like he was going to die just now, and now he is like a normal person, this is really weird, right?"

At this time, a thought appeared in the hearts of everyone around, could there really be a land god?

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the surrounding villagers, Lin Feng's heart was very satisfied, although he was able to show more magical miracles, but it was too ostentatious, and he had to take his time.

Now he clearly felt that a thread of faith had been extended from the bodies of more than a dozen villagers, connecting to him.

"Finally, there are more than a dozen believers, although they are still only shallow believers, but they already have a foundation." A slight smile appeared on the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

Even those villagers who still don't believe in the land god have already left a seed in their hearts, as long as Lin Feng continues to manifest the means in the future, they will definitely transform into believers one after another.

After the ceremony, all the people around dispersed, and Lin Sanjian didn't say hello to Lin Feng, and left directly with people.

However, there were still more than a dozen people left, and these were Lin Feng's dozen or so believers, all of whom went to the main hall to put a stick of incense on them, and then got up and left the Land Temple.

……

"Dad, Mom, I want to move to the Land Temple." After dinner, Lin Feng suddenly spoke.

"Ahh Lin Yue exclaimed: "Brother, do you want to become a monk?" ”

Lin Feng rolled his eyes: "I want to be a temple blessing, not a Taoist priest!" ”

"Aren't these two the same thing?" Lin Yue blinked.

"......" Lin Feng turned his head away and ignored her.

"Xiao Feng, that land temple is next to the house, why do you want to move over to live, isn't it the same to live at home?" Mother Lin said.

The Land Temple is only a dozen meters away from their home, but it is just a matter of a few steps.

"Mom, I'm working for the land god now! If you don't stay there, you can't say it! Lin Feng said with a wry smile.

Hearing Lin Feng mention the land god, Father Lin and Mother Lin were silent for a moment.

"Mom and Dad, I have to go home for dinner every day, and I have to go home for a while every once in a while, it's nothing." Lin Feng saw that his parents were showing signs of loosening, and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot and said.

"Forget it, you can live if you want! However, remember what you said, go home every day for dinner, and go home often. ”

"No problem!"

After persuading his parents, Lin Feng moved to live in the wing room behind the Land Temple the next day.

Lin Feng actually didn't want to live in the Land Temple, the reason why he had to live in the Land Temple was to prevent demonic things from entering it.

As the saying goes, the temple is small and the demon is windy, and the pool is shallow and the king is eight.

The scale of the temple is small, the incense received is less, and generally there will be no gods stationed in it, so there will be some evil things to occupy it, and accept the incense of believers, and after a long time, it can also have some magical powers.

If you use these magical powers to gather incense, after a long time, it is not impossible to become a god in the end, of course, unlike Lin Feng's divine power, this kind of god completely relies on the incense of the believers to survive, and as soon as the believers disperse, they immediately fell from the god position.

Although with Lin Feng's strength, even if there is a demonic thing entering the Land Temple, he can destroy it immediately, but this is like a toad crawling on the surface of its feet, and it is disgusting if it does not bite.

A few days later, the news of the renovation of the Land Temple in Qingshu Village spread in several surrounding villages, and the strange things on the day the temple gate was opened.

But no one took it seriously at all, after all, there are too many such strange legends in the countryside.

However, although I don't believe in the miracle of this land temple, many people still come to see what this land temple that covers an area of more than one acre and is the largest in ten miles and eight villages looks like.

For the arrival of these people, Lin Feng neither welcomed nor objected, whether they came in to offer incense, or walked around and left, they all treated them as if they did not save zài.

After calculating in the past few days, Lin Feng found that the most ordinary shallow believers, the faith provided by a hundred people in a year can be condensed into a drop of divine power, which is really too little.

However, if you turn them into ordinary believers, the power of faith they can provide can be increased tenfold.

Lin Feng's mind was full of thoughts at this time, how could he spread his faith without leaving obvious traces.

Just when Lin Feng was thinking about it, a burst of suona sound came into his ears, and when he went out of the door of the Land Temple, he found a team of people wearing linen and filial piety walking towards this side.

With just one glance, Lin Feng understood that someone in the village had died and came here to pour soup.

According to the customs of Qingshu Village, after a person dies, some close relatives will come on the first or second day, and whenever a certain number of relatives come, the children and grandchildren of the deceased will take the lead and go to the land temple.

After arriving at the land temple, there was a special person to pour the porridge boiled by millet on the ground, one is to honor the land lord, and the other is to see the deceased off.

Those relatives then toast and worship in turn, usually three or five times a day.

Soon, the team came to the Land Temple, and bursts of cries came from the team.

Seeing Lin Feng standing at the door, an old man came over and asked loudly, "Xiao Feng, where do you see this soup splash?" ”

In the past, the land temple was only a small temple of four square meters, and there was wasteland around it, so it was just splashed on the ground, but now that it has been renovated into a big temple, they really don't know where to splash it.

Regarding the customs of Qingshu Village, Lin Feng naturally understood that when he built the Land Temple, he took this situation into account.

Lin Feng pointed to a small cement pool on the right side of the wall: "Splash it on this!" This is what was left specifically for the sake of pouring soup. ”

"Okay."

The man glanced at the cement pool and nodded.

Then two people came over carrying a jar and poured the rice soup into the cement pool.

After pouring the rice soup, some busy people began to set the table, ready to let the guests worship, Lin Feng, who was standing at the door, suddenly looked slightly moved, as if he noticed something, and turned back to the main hall