ps: Re-written, I'm sorry for not having time at noon, please forgive me!!

In an abandoned temple in the South China District of H City, there were constant exclamations and daxiao.

The temple was dilapidated, covered with dust and cobwebs, and a dying old tree was standing alone in the small courtyard of the temple, the walls of which were already dilapidated, and the weeds spread to the calf level.

Suddenly, a wooden plank was thrown out and smashed into the broken courtyard wall, kicking up a puff of smoke from the dust and ashes, and the smoke disappeared, and the wooden board was already torn apart.

"Great, it turns out that you can still play like this, this divine sense is really useful!" A magnetic voice came out of the temple, and the owner of the voice seemed to be in a good mood and threw out another wooden cabinet.

The wooden cabinet is two meters high and half a meter long, enough to hide two people, this wooden cabinet is a box for storing temple items, so it is very heavy, the huge wooden cabinet keeps rolling in the air, it actually violates the theorem of physics, floating up and down in the air, like a ghost, if someone sees it, they must think that there is a ghost.

"It's boring."

The owner of the voice complained, and the wooden cabinet exploded with a thud, and was mercilessly smashed by the owner of the voice.

……

There are five statues of gods in the temple, among which in the center is enshrined in the shrine is an old man with a white flower beard, at a glance you know the origin of this temple, it is the local land that is enshrined, among the five statues, there is a statue of a god with a little golden light, but the appearance of this statue is extremely ugly, there is no color on the body at all, so that people can know at a glance that it is a fake and shoddy product, pretending to be a quantity.

"Alas! You can also play with this. Suddenly, a voice came from the idol, and it was the voice of the man just now.

"What should I do?" Zhang Xiaojian looked sadly at another statue in a temple in front of him, and the days when he had become a god statue were almost a week, and he pondered a lot of things in a week, such as the use of divine consciousness, what is divine consciousness is an upgraded version of spiritual power.

Use your divine sense to carry things, starting with small items at first, and then being able to easily lift objects weighing up to 100 catties at once in zuihou, and can also move up and down in the air, left and right.

But if you play with something for a long time, you will get tired, Zhang Xiaojian has played with his divine consciousness for nearly a week, and he also has a general understanding of what his divine consciousness is, what its origin is, and what is the use.

The role of divine consciousness is like the immortal consciousness of those immortals in Xiuzhen's novels, controlling flying swords, magic weapons, communicating the power of heaven and earth, and where immortal consciousness is shrouded, there are several ants that can also know it clearly.

"I'm bored to death!" Zhang Xiaojian violently urged his divine consciousness to exert force, and with a bang, the statue had turned into a pile of dust.

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned for a moment when he saw his masterpiece, and said apologetically: "That idol brother, it's not my fault, it's really not my fault......"

Shameless enough......

"Strange, what did that dead Western dragon give me when it fell to the ground?" Zhang Xiaojian thought suspiciously, he obviously saw that the thing had not entered his eyebrows, and he had already rummaged around the dead rebirth statue and couldn't find it.

"Wait!" Zhang Xiaojian thought of something, "It didn't enter the center of the eyebrows, that is, the brain, if the brain is the habitat of the soul, that thing should be in my soul, how did I forget this, some things in the novel are not bound to the soul......"

Zhang Xiaojian drooled when he thought about it, what can be bound to his soul is not a good thing, and he may be able to leave this damn god statue, and he will be free from now on, and he will have his own powerful divine consciousness after freedom, and he can do whatever he wants when the time comes.

Thinking of Zhang Xiaojian, he couldn't bear it, and immediately his divine consciousness sank into the statue.

As soon as he entered it, Zhang Xiaojian was stunned by the scene in front of him, his soul was very small, just like a pocket version of his life, the soul was firmly imprisoned in the center of the statue, and a little milky white cloud surrounded his soul, invading it little by little.

Every trace of milky white mist was absorbed by Zhang Xiaojian's soul, and there would be a trace of gold on the soul, which would appear more pure and holy.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at all this, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he hadn't seen what the soul looked like, and the villain in front of him obviously told him everything.

"What a magical feeling...... Zhang Xiaojian looked at it, and suddenly saw a crystal fragment at the center of his soul's eyebrows, and he remembered that the thing that the dragon gave himself was just like this color, and it rushed towards the crystal fragment with his divine sense.

Rumble......

Crashing headlong into that fragment, Zhang Xiaojian's memory was like being blown up, setting off a thousand huge waves, countless information poured into his memory, and the huge information was automatically sorted out, so that Zhang Xiaojian did not suffer much damage, otherwise his consciousness would be washed away by the information, and he would not become a plant talent, not a plant soul.

……

In the abandoned temple, the ugly statue of the god shone brightly, and the light was only about three meters around, and I saw that the face of the idol was constantly changing, and the molecular structure of the idol began to change.

One-minute, two-minute, three-minute......

Fifteen minutes passed, and in an instant, all the golden light was in the idol, which was completely different from before.

The whole body is flowing and shining, the milky white whole is like a piece of mutton fat jade, its appearance has also completely changed, from more than one meter to three meters high, wearing a purple and gold crown of hair, long hair flowing, a little purple sand dan in the center of the eyebrows, the face is handsome and extraordinary, wearing a robe, holding a book in his hand, the title of the book is "Creation".

The idol looked straight ahead, as if it was level with the horizon of the rising sun, and seemed to be looking down on the earth, and the majesty and undesecrated momentum poured out, and once someone approached, they would feel that strong sense of oppression, and they would not dare to have any blasphemy.

What's even more amazing is that the face of the god statue is similar to Zhang Xiaojian's, but it is more handsome and majestic.

Suddenly, a voice broke it all.

"Haha...... Turns out I'm a god, I see! I was already a god! ”

Zhang Xiaojian's unbridled laughter pierced through the statue, shaking the birds around the temple and flying away......