Ruan Ling hugged the little fox, took advantage of the dark night, and went all the way to the land temple in Wuliu Village.

She hadn't been here since the last time she was robbed of her godhead by Hanka.

It was dark, and the craftsmen were all home.

There was silence all around.

Although the outside of the Land Temple is still a mess, the Land Temple itself has changed greatly.

The area has been expanded more than three or four times that of the past, with high thresholds, fine solid wood beams, eaves flying diagonally, and half of the red paint on the outside of the walls.

Walking inside, the main hall is open and atmospheric, except for the empty statue of the god above, the rest of the carvings are finely carved, and the patterns drawn are also exquisite.

This made Ruan Ling a little surprised.

I didn't expect the artistic means of the ancients to be so superb.

She went around and was happy with her new residence.

These villagers and craftsmen are grateful for her kindness, and they are indeed heartfelt.

It's just that the statue of the god has not been done, and there are no villagers to worship and offer incense for the time being.

She sat cross-legged on the god case, idle and bored, and began to cultivate.

It stands to reason that a small god like her can also use a few small spells.

However, she has been too lazy to cultivate.

I don't need it anyway.

Being idle is also idle, so she began to cultivate, such as driving clouds.

She can fly, but compared to driving clouds, it is just like a rooster fluttering dozens of meters with its wings.

Driving the cloud is more advanced, and it is not so easy to learn.

She studied intently for a while, but she couldn't figure out what to do, so she opened her eyes.

The little fox lay at her feet, bathed in the range of the divine power, with ears pricked up and eyes slightly shining.

"This dead woman, why hasn't she come yet." Ruan Ling stroked the little fox's soft fur and muttered to herself.

She made an appointment with Hua Hanxiang to come here to practice together.

Hua Hanxiang's current situation, it will take a long time to condense the godhead.

If a mortal wants to become an immortal, where is it so easy.

However, with her help, it would be twice as effective with half the effort.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the shadow of the fragrance of the flowers.

This dead woman, I don't know if she hooked up with a man again.

Ruan Ling felt like a big fool.

So she got up, jumped down from the case, and led the little fox to go back.

At the door, two people floated in.

She stopped.

One of them was a tall and thin person, dressed in white, with a handsome face and a smiling face, with a pointed hat on his head, on which was written "Fortune in a lifetime".

The one in the back is a tall and cold man in black, dressed in black, with a hat on his head, and the words "The world is peaceful" written on it.

This outfit, this look.

Ruan Ling stood in place and was silent for a while.

The man in white smiled and said, "Under Xie Bi'an." ”

The man in black said coldly: "Fan is helpless." ”

Ruan Ling nodded: "I know." ”

The legendary black and white impermanence.

No one knows.

It's just the real names of these two people, but not many people know them.

After all, most of the time, it is impossible for a living person to see them.

Xie Bi'an, who was dressed in white, had a gentle and gentle voice, and he was polite: "Excuse me, are you the local land god, Miss Ruan Ling?" ”

"Yes." Ruan Lingdao.

"That's it." Xie Bi'an said with a smile, "Miss Ruan must know our intentions. ”

"Please also explain to Lord Xie."

"Okay then." Xie Bi'an was still gentle, and said with a smile, "During the day, my brother was ordered to lead Ning Quan'er's soul to the underworld, but who knew that he was intercepted by you halfway." Do you remember this, girl? ”