Several students gathered around Qi Yaozi and listened to him chatter for nearly half an hour.

Qi Yaozi spoke heartily, with a smile on his eyebrows.

For a long time, no one listened to him.

It doesn't matter if these little dolls can understand it, anyway, he said that it would be good.

"I'll take you on a walk."

Qi Yaozi shook off his robe, his posture was dashing, and he stepped into the east side hall.

A few students followed the old man's ass and listened to him preach about the historical past.

A few decades ago, incense was at its peak.

It has only fallen in the last dozen years.

"The god of the west side hall - Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun,"

"Before Zhenjun became an immortal, he had eliminated harm for the people, blessed the people many times, and was enshrined as Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, he was the god of water, the god of hunting, and some people worshipped him as the god of drama."

The old man stroked his beard and told the legend of Erlang God one by one.

Yang Jian is an immortal who is very familiar to the people.

Folklore has been passed down by word of mouth, and many different versions have been derived from myths and legends.

"Erlang God has no brothers and sisters, Erlang is his name, and later, because of this name, he evolved into a brother and a sister."

Qi Yaozi led a few students into the Erlang Zhenjun Palace.

Luoluo asked curiously: "It is written in TV series and novels that Erlang Zhenjun has a bad relationship with the Jade Emperor, and the Jade Emperor treats his nephew harshly, is this also in mythology?" ”

"Of course it's fake."

A slightly old female voice came in.

The mother-in-law of the land prepared the colorful objects, passed through the palace gate, and heard several people discussing Erlang Zhenjun, followed by two gossip sentences: "After Yunhuaxian was suppressed in Taoshan, the Queen Mother of the West took away Zhenjun and raised Zhenjun under the seat. Later, the Queen Mother of the West led Zhenjun to worship Yuding Zhenren, one of the 12 golden immortals, as a teacher. ”

"The Queen Mother of the West instructed Zhenjun to take the mountain to catch up with the sun and split the mountain to save the mother."

"The Queen Mother of the West loves the true monarch, and the mother and the Jade Emperor are on an equal footing. The Jade Emperor hindered the face of the Queen Mother of the West, and would not stumble on the true monarch. ”

As a land mother-in-law, she shouldn't have gossiped about the gods and immortals.

No matter when and where a true immortal is, as long as he mentions his name and thinks about his true body, his people can sense it.

However, now......

The heavenly court is gone.

The land mother-in-law has no scruples.

Luoluo's question just now, but his brain was hot, and he pulled it out casually.

After all, who can know about the gods?

Unexpectedly, someone really jumped out to answer their own questions.

"Qi Yaozi, I'm ready, start work."

"If you don't worry, just stare at it."

"I promise to give you back a vivid statue of Erlang Zhenjun."

When they entered the courtyard, they also saw the dilapidated sitting statues placed in the courtyard.

The statue is broken in several places, and the part from the shoulder to the waist is cracked several times.

Oil paint is sporadically adhered to, and a little bit of color can barely be seen.

This sitting.

To put it mildly, no one wants to sell the rags.

It has been completely scrapped.

When Luoluo saw it, he thought he was going to throw away the seated statue.

Zheng Lin, a tall boy in a yellow casual suit, squeezed his hand, and as soon as he entered the door just now, he turned on the camera mode.

I was going to shoot some videos and take them back to the president.

He didn't stop at this moment, and curiously turned the camera to the old woman who rolled up her sleeves and adjusted oil paint and mud.

The land mother-in-law still has a crane-haired and childish appearance, but the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes are deeper.

When laughing, the vicissitudes of life left by the years between the eyebrows, not only do not look old, but precipitate the gifts and grace of the years.

Qi Yaozi was worried about the statue of Erlang Zhenjun, and hurriedly walked over to supervise the work.