The young man looked very polite, and wanted to give incense to the city god, and he went to wash his hands first, and then lit the incense and put incense on the city god.

It's just that when facing the statue of the city god, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

I thought to myself:

"I heard that worshipping God requires a bow of worship."

"I am a cultivator and bow down to a clay tire and wood sculpture, if this matter is transmitted back to the sect, will I, Lin Qixian, still be a man?"

"But I heard that the city god here is a true god, and any disease can be treated, if the illness of the ancestor can be cured, my Lin family can return to the sect, and there is no need to play the game of family with those dynasties in the secular world."

"If I can cure my ancestor, why should I kneel?"

"However, the ancestors have eaten so many elixirs and have not been cured, just a city god, a small place that ordinary people kneel to worship, can it really be cured?"

"If I can't be cured, won't I be a waster?"

I was very entangled in my heart, standing there holding incense, and I didn't know whether to kneel down or not for a while.

The moment he picked up the incense, Liu Qing used a small spiritism on him and heard the tangled voice in his heart.

Hearing it, it turned out that this young man was not going to cure himself, but to treat some ancestor in the family.

I also heard that this young man's name is Lin Qixian, he is a cultivator and has a sect.

It sounds like it's because the ancestor of his family is sick, so their family can't get along in the sect.

Words like "cultivator" and "sect" aroused Liu Qing's interest.

When he came to this world, he had heard that there were first-class people of immortals and gods in this world, and even in the memory fragments of the original owner of the body, there were pictures of human beings flying in the air, and in the dream of Emperor Daqian, he also heard him say that the underground palace below the Dao Palace had a strong man who suppressed demons, so he believed that there were such powerful people in this world, but he had not seen it.

He also thought about whether there would be a sect of cultivation in the novel in this world, and whether there would be those cultivators who came and went.

Could it be that the powerhouses under the Dao Palace are also cultivators.

Even the Dao Palace is a sect of cultivation.

It was only later that he felt that the Dao Palace was not a sect, but a religious force, and it was the existence that truly dominated this world.

This also made him feel that there should be no such thing as a cultivation sect in this world, even if there was a strong person, it should be cultivated by the Dao Palace.

I didn't expect that there was really a sect of cultivation in this world, and the young man named Lin Qixian in front of him was a person cultivated by the sect.

No wonder the gas machine is so powerful.

Moreover, listening to his heart, people like him can't gain a foothold in the sect, and they have to rely on the protection of their ancestors.

That means there are more powerful people in his sect.

"There's something interesting about the world." Liu Qing thought to herself.

There is some curiosity about Xiuzhen, but it is also condescending curiosity.

He is a deity, and there is no need to look up to cultivators too much.

Although he was still a very weak god, his strength was not as good as that of the young man in front of him.

However, the young man could not threaten him at all, not even to discover his existence.

It's not a dimension.

Although his strength is weak, he is sure that he will turn this young man with a strong qi into a new vegetative person.

That is the dimensionality reduction strike.

Lin Qixian is a cultivator, theoretically speaking, he can cultivate until he ascends to the sun and becomes an immortal in the heavenly court.

Therefore, he looked down on the gods that fools and laymen believed in, and felt that even if it was true, such an earth was not very powerful.

was struggling with whether to bow down, and suddenly a sneer sounded in his mind:

"If you want to heal, you don't even want to bow down, mortal, is this your attitude towards the gods?"

The appearance of this voice startled him, and at first he wondered if someone was using the legendary Divine Sense Transmission Technique to sound directly in his mind, not in his ears.

The divine consciousness was released, and it instantly covered the entire county, but it was impossible to find where the person who spoke was.

That means that the person who transmitted the voice to him was much stronger than him, speaking to him in areas that his mind could not sense.

But after responding to what the voice was conveying, I felt that something was wrong.

That was clearly a response to the tangled mind he had just had.

Even if he was a master in the cultivation realm, it was impossible to know what his thoughts were.

"Is this the god?"

For the first time in his heart, he felt a sense of awe for a god like the Earth.

Before this, he, like many cultivators, didn't disbelieve in the existence of immortals in this world, but they only feared those existences on the immortal spectrum.

As for the land, the city god, and the like, in their opinion, they were inaccessible yin spirits, and they were not worth a high glance at them at all.

I didn't expect that there would be such a supernatural power, and even other people's thoughts could be eavesdropped.

In the sect for so many years, I have never heard of any great power in the cultivation realm with such magical powers.

This alone is already worthy of awe.

The tone of this god was sneering, which made him a little uncomfortable, especially the word "mortal" - since he began to cultivate the truth, he often called ordinary people mortals to show the superiority of his cultivators, but he didn't expect that now he was being ridiculed by others with the word "mortal".

It's a bit of a self-esteem hurt.

However, after being unhappy, he became excited again - the other party can ridicule him like this, and can hear his heart, doesn't it prove that he is indeed a true god and an existence with great magical powers?

He came here this time, and what he asked for was the kind of existence with great magical powers to heal the illness of his ancestors.

This one has such magical powers, maybe he can really cure the illness of his ancestor.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about the discomfort, and quickly knelt down, and said in his mouth:

"Lin Qixian, a disciple of the Jinshan Sect of the believers, has given incense to the Chenghuang Lord, and I hope that the Chenghuang Lord can bless the believers and help the believers heal the diseases of my ancestors."

At first, I wanted to call myself a disciple, but before I could say anything, I felt that it was inappropriate.

He is a disciple of the Jinshan Sect, and if he has a master, he can't go to other people to call him a disciple, not even a god.

The ancestor of their Jinshan Sect is the existence of the immortal spectrum of the Dao Palace, and if he performs a disciple's gift to an earth god today, it will be a loss of the ancestral master's share.

If you can't call yourself a disciple, then you call yourself a believer.

After saying this, the voice sounded in my head again, still with a sneer:

"Ridiculous mortal, the ancestor of your family wants the god to treat him, and he doesn't come over himself, but just sends a junior over, and this shelf is inevitably too big."

Lin Qixian smiled bitterly and said:

"Lord Chenghuang clearly sees that my ancestor has been in a coma for a hundred years and can't come, it's not disrespectful."