"Could it be that the way to recharge the progress bar is to make me do good?"

Qiu Ping felt that he had realized again that there was also a saying about accumulating merit in the monastic world.

In the process of becoming an immortal, a practitioner will have all kinds of calamities, and he needs to accumulate 100,000 merits to eliminate the three calamities and nine tribulations.

When the merits are completed, all the merits will form an energetic circle in the back of the head, and they will be able to enjoy eternal life and freedom from then on.

"Although it was the land lord who treated these five teenagers this time, after all, I also participated, so I also counted merit for me?"

The small abacus in Qiu Ping's stomach crackled, and he thought of a possibility.

Suddenly, he felt that the jujube in the scale space was not fragrant.

If he directly saves people, will there be no middlemen to make the difference? He gets more merit?

Thinking about it this way, then this is a big loss for him.

Fortunately, Qiu Ping was only entangled for a while, and then quickly turned his attention elsewhere.

He now had to hurry to test his hypothesis.

……

The land lord stood at the door of his small temple, looking at the sky with a puzzled expression.

What's wrong with the loach next door, why hasn't he stayed in the ancient well for the past two days, and what are he doing in the village?

Young gods are energetic, not like me, an old man.

The landlord took a pear in his hand, opened his mouth and nibbled it twice, leaving a tooth mark with a notch on it.

This pear was not grown by himself, but was offered to him by the people of the village. These days, people come to worship and pray to him every day, so that his "spiritual food" is much more abundant.

The incense produced by the prayers of the people will not fall directly on them, but will enter the temple of the city god.

At the end of the day, the city god will give them a fixed salary, and if any god does a good job, there will usually be a reward.

However, those offerings can be turned into "spiritual food" and directly enjoyed by these ghosts and gods, which is also an additional benefit.

Qiu Ping has done a lot of good things these days, including but not limited to: helping the little boy who fell on his heels, helping the lonely elderly in the village fill the water tank, driving away the weasel that steals chickens, and scaring away the rats that eat food......

But instead of allowing him to gain any "merits", these made the people of Huang'ao Village think that they were haunted.

Especially those lonely and widowed old people, the water tank at home was full for several days, and the people in the village also said that they did not help carry water, so they were a little afraid to drink water.

It can't be the land lord who helps them carry water, I haven't heard of it.

"Eh, little loach, if you continue to toss around, I'm going to go to Chenghuang to complain."

In the end, the land lord couldn't stand it anymore.

If this kid is allowed to mess around, the people of Huangao Village will not want to live in peace.

Although I can understand that you have a heart that wants to do good deeds, please don't be so deliberate next time.

Good guy, before the little kid's knee touched the ground, the whole person was pushed up, and everyone could see that something was abnormal.

"How could it be useless?"

Qiu Ping's little eyes were red, could it be that these merits were too small?

Right! It must be so.

Qiu Ping thought of another possibility, and immediately plunged into the river in Huangao Village, flicked his tail, and left Huangao Village in a blink of an eye.

The land lord picked up the book and prepared to draw a cross under the name of Qiu Ping with a red pen.

The gods need to take attendance every morning and evening, and the land is responsible for recording them, and they are inspected day and night.

If anyone is found to have neglected their duties, they will be fined three days' worth of wages at the lightest.

If you skip work too many times, you may be stripped of your authority and kicked out of the Shinto team.

However, after thinking about it, he still drew a circle, and by the way, he also changed the absence of Qiu Ping when he left his post half a month ago and adjusted it into a circle.

"Young gods, after all."

The land lord shook his head, put the booklet away, and shook his head to turn into a clay sculpture again.

Qiu Ping went up the river along the small river in Huangao Village, all the way forward, and entered a wide river.

This river is called Fuhe, the widest part is close to 20 zhang, the upper part is connected to the Cangyuan River, the lower part is connected to the Bailiyan Lake, the water is abundant, and the inside is to give birth to an infinite number of aquariums.

Unlike the peaceful and peaceful human world, there is a food chain relationship between the water tribes themselves, and the fight between each other is very serious.

The person in charge of the Fu River is the Fu River Shui Bo, and the River Bo allows and even supports the existence of such a fight.

Because Hebo, like Qiu Ping, are both alien gods, they are all physically supported, and their respective strength comes not only from authority, but also from the level of their own Taoism and the nobility of their bloodline.

Just like Qiu Ping at this moment, when he broke away from Huangao Village, he couldn't use the authority of the Well God. But his strength as a monster still exists, and some little monsters who have not practiced for many years are not his opponents at all.

The fight between life and death is the best way to exercise the strength of the spirit monster beast.

Those who are strong enough, or have the most powerful bloodline, will be included in the team of water gods.

Qiu Ping was also on the top in this way, because Hebo found that he had the bloodline of the Golden Thread Dragon Loach, although it was already very thin, but it also had an innate advantage over many ordinary aliens.

Qiu Ping marched to the bottom of the Fu River, his body more than five feet long swaying, but only stirring up slight ripples.

Although his body is not inconspicuous compared to many naturally large fish, its faint sense of oppression makes the nearby aquarists dodge.

He himself is a different species among loaches, with innate roots and feet, and after eating fish food for so long, he is now almost equivalent to a demon of a hundred years of Taoism.

Even looking at the entire Fu River, there are not many existences whose cultivation is higher than his.

Qiu Ping quietly restrained his breath, but the speed of swimming was faster. His oil magic was secretly activated, and it was like a shadow moving through the water, and many fish thought they were dazzled.

Qiu Ping just walked around and found the target.

He swam closer only to find that he was still an old acquaintance.

A pitch-black python swam rapidly in the water, its whole body was pitch black, and some faint grid-like lines could be faintly seen. But the snake's face was that of a woman, with a beautiful appearance, and long black hair hanging down to its tail.

It's the human-faced snake I saw last time at the Underwater Trading Bazaar.

At that time, the human-faced snake exchanged ten drops of venom for a wisp of his incense, but he didn't expect to see it here.

However, at this time, the human-faced snake was running away in a hurry, and behind it, it was chasing a black (wu) snakehead that was more than a foot long and full of sharp teeth.

The breath on the human-faced snake was so weakened that its torso was covered with wounds.

Qiu Ping quietly hid in the dark, but the muscles in his body were tense, and when the snakehead approached, he burst out with all his strength and crashed into it like an arrow.