People know how to be grateful, especially those simple and honest peasant people, who have obtained the benefits from the mountain gods, and the mustard of the gods in their hearts has gradually dissolved. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In a few days, many villagers have spontaneously gone to the mountain temple to worship, although this place has become a ruin, but after taking care of it, it is also cleaned up.

It's just that the reconstruction of the mountain temple is a big deal, and it was only a long time ago that the money was raised to rebuild, and now it is also powerless, although some people have mentioned it, but how many families can get so much money?

Finally, it was suggested that it would be better to go up the mountain and cut some firewood and build a simple one, rather than leaving the idol exposed and weathered.

This matter soon reached the ears of the village chiefs of each village, and they also agreed with it, and they really couldn't afford to rebuild it now.

If there is a problem with the quality of the temple because of cutting corners, then it is better to wait a few days and everyone saves some money to build a good one.

So the village chiefs arranged for some big men to go into the mountains to cut wood, clean up the broken stone and waste wood, and build a simple small temple on the original site.

"Lord Mountain God, thanks to your grace, I can't repay it, I can only build such a small temple temporarily, and I hope that the mountain god should not mind. ”

The head of the terraced village led the rest of the village chiefs to worship and give thanks in the small temple, but it can only be said that the villages are too weak now to really raise the money.

Of course, Mo Yan didn't care about this, at first she was worried that she would not be able to get even a trace of incense, but she didn't expect that now she had won the gratitude of the people, how could she not be excited.

What about the small temple, even if it is still in the ruins, she is willing, as long as the people are willing to believe in her and give her incense and mental power.

In the dream, she thanked the villagers and told them not to worry about this matter, as a god should be a blessing, and those are what she should do.

In fact, none of this was done by her, but Ye Ming dominated everything behind the scenes, but the gods were her, she could only say that, and Ye Ming also asked her to do it.

In just a few days, more and more people came to worship, and because Mo Yan absorbed the power of incense, his realm advanced from the second turn of man and god to the third turn of man and god, this speed is simply terrifying.

Ye Ming was also amazed when he saw it, the Divine Dao was really extraordinary, but he was worried that such a rapid increase in strength would lead to instability in the realm, so he instructed Mo Yan to slow down the speed of refining incense and consolidate the current realm first.

In this regard, Ye Ming also exchanged five Peiyuan pills for Mo Yan, although he didn't know if this pill was useful for Shinto, but he wanted to comfort him psychologically, and if there was any trouble in the future, it would be even more difficult to deal with it if there was a mistake in the battle.

The pill Ye Ming himself is reluctant to exchange it now, he is ruthless for the sake of the black rabbit, which shows that he is sincere both to his subordinates and to his friends.

Standing outside the small temple, releasing his divine sense, he can clearly see that the incense is like a galaxy in the night sky, forming a bright trickle, towards the statue of the god.

It's just unexpected that although Ye Ming knew that because Mo Yan recognized himself as the master, he could also get a part of the incense power, but he didn't expect to get a lot.

According to the proportion, he at least took more than half of it, and he thought that there was a good achievement, but this was unexpected.

What he didn't expect was that because of the power of incense telekinesis, a prompt appeared in the system, whether to convert incense into an exchange point?

"This ......" Ye Ming was a little at a loss, he could be said to have done his best for the exchange point, he originally thought that he could only get the exchange point by completing the task, but now he actually told him that the incense can be converted into an exchange point, which is also sudden!

I knew this earlier, it was better to be a god myself, so the incense was all my own, and the exchange point was not going up, but after thinking about it carefully, I still forgot it.

Even though the incense can be converted into an exchange point, he still doesn't like all kinds of Shinto, although the cultivation speed is fast, but there are a lot of requirements!

One god domain is enough of a headache, not only limiting strength, but also limiting the time you can go out.

"In that case, it seems that we will have to find a way to get more incense in the future, so that there will be enough exchange points to use. "The problem of the source of the exchange point can be said to be solved, at least there is more than one source, and the incense seems to be a little easier to obtain than completing the task.

After exchanging those incense burners, Ye Ming had an extra hundred exchange points, adding up to a total of six hundred and fifty points.

If all his subordinates in the future are gods, then wouldn't he be going to send it!

As soon as this thought appeared, it was simply out of control, and Ye Ming even made up the idea of other gods in his heart, whether he was going to do some more god-killing deeds.

It's just that the price of killing gods is a bit big, not only will it consume a lot of luck, but it will also make the sinful karma lurk in the soul, and the feeling of carrying sin is really uncomfortable.

"Mo Yan, you know more about the Divine Dao than I do, if the gods kill the gods, will they be counterattacked?" Ye Ming suddenly had an idea in his heart and asked.

Mo Yan didn't know, it seemed that something like this happened a long time ago, but he didn't know how it was. ”

"Okay. Ye Ming felt a little regretful, it seemed that the idea in his heart was a little unrealistic.

He originally planned to let Mo Yan be the last killer, since she is also a god, then she should not be attacked by Shinto.

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Because of the matter of tasting sweet potatoes, Ye Ming's reputation has completely spread in the surrounding villages, and there are almost no people who don't know about him, and even many people in the town and county know about it.

In this regard, there are mixed reviews, some say that it is grandstanding, and some praise it for its courage.

Some people want to be famous all over the world, everyone knows him, but Ye Ming doesn't think so, for mundane things, he just wants the family to live an ordinary life, friends to interact with each other, and neighbors to occasionally politely say a few words.

It's just that when he goes out now, it's hard not to be recognized, everyone has to say hello when they see him, say a few words, and feel numb to the response to Ye Ming.

What he didn't expect was that the county magistrate actually came to the terraced village in person, and after going to the temple to worship once, he also summoned Ye Ming in the temple, which surprised him greatly.

It's just that the county magistrate didn't say much, but just talked about what happened that day, and what kind of mentality he had to try something that the world had never seen.

In this regard, Ye Ming's answer was neither humble nor arrogant, it was still the same sentence, rather than everyone to be suspicious and get no results, it is better to let yourself try, if you succeed, the people will be blessed, and if you lose, you will die.

"Okay!" When the county magistrate heard this, he exclaimed hello, and was amazed by his courage and heart for the sake of the people, and looked at Ye Ming deeply a few times before leaving.

Sometimes the distance between people does not necessarily need to do too much, and it is necessary to say too much to pull it in, and sometimes maybe a look, a word, can decide a lot and change a lot.

Of course, Ye Ming didn't know what the county order was thinking about, he didn't care about it, even if he knew, he would only smile in his heart.

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