The wind blew and lifted the robe on Shen Zhifeng's body slightly. It's like a god descending, and it's impossible to look at it directly.

Qi Qi was very familiar with this scene, and when the god of Pengyu let himself go and firmly blocked the position of the South Heavenly Gate, it seemed to be shining like this.

She slowly turned around, looked at Xue Jue and smiled slightly, and said, "Isn't it handsome at all?"

"Very handsome. Xue Jue said gently, "It has never changed, it is the god I trust." I will always be your believer and will never change. ”

Qi Qi and Yi Anling were surprised at the same time, they had the impression that Peng Yu had no believers for a long time, but they didn't expect to see them alive now, it was like a dream.

Shen Zhifeng slowly walked up to Xue Jue and hugged him.

Qi Qi and Yi Anling gasped and hurriedly turned their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Xue Jue was also surprised, and waited until Shen Zhifeng let go of himself before he asked tentatively, "What are you doing here?"

"Thank you, after all, you are my only believer. Shen Zhifeng said with a smile.

Xue Jue was a little flustered and said, "I believe that the gods will be as brilliant as before." ”

"It doesn't matter. Shen Zhifeng seemed to see it, "No matter what happened in the past, I am now the reborn me." I'm going to rewrite my story and investigate some of the wrong things I've done in the past. ”

Poor Qi couldn't help but applaud when he heard this: "It is worthy of being the god of Pengyu, and he will always only stick to what he is right." ”

Shen Zhifeng turned his head to look at Yi Anling, and said with a chuckle: "So, as an immortal, shouldn't you also believe that you can protect the mortals of Hongdu?"

Yi Anling thought that he had not helped much in this matter, and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that he still can't go back to Pengyuguan.

Shen Zhifeng covered his forehead in frustration, eager to slap him to make him sober up.

Seeing that things were almost settled, Poor Qiqi hugged his fists and said goodbye, saying that he had more important things to do. After telling Shen Zhifeng to call for himself when he was in trouble, he turned back into a tiger and left.

Xue Jue was still immersed in Shen Zhifeng's embrace and did not ease up, raised his head to meet Shen Zhifeng's inquiring eyes, and was startled and took a few steps back.

Shen Zhifeng said helplessly: "I'm not a tiger, why are you so afraid?"

Scared more than a tiger.

Xue Jue swallowed this sentence into his stomach, pretended to look at her calmly, and said, "Then do you have something?"

Shen Zhifeng was amused in his heart, and wanted to say that Xue Jue's pretending to be calm didn't look like it at all. Facing Xue Jue's nervous eyes, she chuckled lightly and said, "If you don't have anything to do, stay here with me to help this person regain his confidence." ”

Xue Jue said without hesitation: "Okay." ”

"Let the mortal priest help me?!" Yi Anling felt a little incredulous.

Shen Zhifeng's indifferent eyes crossed over, and he said with a hint of murderous aura in his tone: "Is there any problem?"

"No, how dare you have it. Yi Anling was full of smiles, he didn't dare to offend her.

Shen Zhifeng immediately squinted his eyes and smiled, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yi Anling couldn't help but ask, "God, what should we do next?"

Shen Zhifeng laughed twice, pointed to the Taoist temple in Yi'anling, and said, "Next, let's smash this Taoist temple and rebuild it first." ”

"Is what you said true?" Yi Anling's eyes widened.

Shen Zhifeng straightened his face and said, "Do you think I'm joking?"

“......”

Yi Anling walked to his Taoist temple with heavy steps, and his fingers broke the doorpost to tear down the Taoist temple. But when he was exerting himself, he couldn't help but stop, and when he turned his head, he looked at Shen Zhifeng pitifully and said, "God, are you really going to smash it?"

Shen Zhifeng nodded very seriously, and there was no room for maneuver.

Yi Anling raised his hand and put it down again, pursing his mouth but still refusing to move. This is his only Taoist temple, although it has been broken for nearly a hundred years, it is really unbearable to suddenly destroy it like this.

Shen Zhifeng had already guessed that he would not be able to do it, so he directly asked Xue Jue to come to help.

Xue Jue approached the Taoist temple, raised the jade short sword and was about to cut it down, when Shen Zhifeng suddenly stopped him. She whispered something in his ear, and his eyes flickered. He nodded suspiciously, and threw out a spirit rune and pasted it on the Taoist temple.

As the spirit rune fell, the Taoist temple turned into green smoke and disappeared completely.

Yi Anling clutched his chest, and he was so distressed that he could barely breathe. His eyes were a little red, if it weren't for Shen Zhifeng looking at him, I'm afraid he would have cried a long time ago.

He stared at the green smoke floating into the sky, and his emotions couldn't be relieved for a long time. The entire ground was bulldozed, as if the Taoist temple had never existed here.

It used to bring him joy and surprise, but now everything is gone.

Shen Zhifeng stood there with his chest folded and watched, and did not forget to comment: "I have always felt that this Taoist temple is too simple, so there will not be too many believers. Now you can use your merits to re-establish your own Taoist temple, which is the first step to increasing your self-confidence. ”

The corners of Yi Anling's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he muttered: "Most of my merits have been given to Bi Fu, and now I don't have much ...... left in my hand."

Shen Zhifeng covered his head and calmed down, and said, "Can't you borrow it?"

"There is nowhere to borrow. Yi Anling's eyes dimmed, "The only thing I can borrow now is your merits." ”

Shen Zhifeng hurriedly covered his pocket and said without hesitation: "I don't have much merit either!"

This stingy look doesn't look like a god at all.

The corners of Xue Jue's mouth lifted slightly, and he almost laughed.

Now Yi Anling is worried, the Taoist temple disappears and he has no merit to rebuild, can he really only become a mortal?

Looking at the empty ground, his tears were about to fall.

Shen Zhifeng felt that he was probably in trouble, his eyes rolled, and he clapped his hands as if he had thought of something: "Yi Anling, do you know that Ink Dye Yuanjun can draw very beautiful paintings without a pen?"

As an immortal in charge of calligraphy and painting in the world, the ability to paint is definitely the first in the Three Realms. Whether he uses branches or fingers, he can complete a beautiful painting.

In order to decorate their main halls, many immortals will also use merit to beg him to paint.

Yi Anling nodded inexplicably.

Shen Zhifeng laughed and said, "In the same way, a true immortal doesn't need a Taoist temple to attract a large number of believers. ”

"So what?" Yi Anling's eyelids jumped, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Shen Zhifeng casually conjured up two paintbrushes and a piece of rice paper, and said seriously: "Let's make a simple Taoist temple and see if there will be believers to pray for blessings!"

“......”

Yi Anling's forehead was beating, and he always felt that Shen Zhifeng was joking with him.