Ying Huazhou, state city, early morning.

The sun rises from the east, emitting ten thousand rays of light, expelling the misty night on the earth and bringing light to the world.

The countryside outside the state city is like stars scattered in the state city, relying on the state city to live.

Zhangli Village.

It is one of many villages.

The villagers had just dawned, and the doors of one after another had begun to open.

The sun sets and the sun rises, as has been the case for generations.

A white dress, like a spotless Nine Heavens Fairy, Wu Miaozhu didn't know when, he was already kneeling in the temple, quietly looking at one villager after another, and began to come to the temple continuously.

Yinghuazhou is the birthplace of Shinto, after years of subtle development, from the state with the largest number of believers in the world, every household has a devout believer, and others are also pan-believers.

On the side of the martial temple, surrounded by golden light, like a divine light, from top to bottom, shining brightly.

The statue of the god continued to shine, setting off the grandeur of the temple, and a figure was vaguely seen in the middle of the statue.

Slowly, Fang Nihuang's figure dissipated, and the sacred and solemn statue, the dull eyes, showed a trace of agility, and his gaze looked down.

Wu Miaozhu was indifferent to this and waited quietly.

Soon, the devotees of the temple began to come one after another.

The villagers of Zhangli Village came to the temple hall and saw the Wu Miaozhu kneeling under the statue, and one by one they were happy.

Just about to say something, Miao Zhu, who was waiting on the side, stretched out his hand to stop everyone, and explained in a tone: "Today's morning class is presided over by Senior Wu himself. ”

The villagers of Zhangli Village were even more surprised, and their scorched faces showed joy from the heart, Wu Miao Zhu was a big man who presided over the temple in the city, and they had only seen such characters from afar a few times, and they had never thought of coming here to preside over the morning class in person.

Soon there were many believers inside and outside the temple, and basically the villagers of Zhangli Village had already been wiped out, that is, some people who were inconvenient to move, or who were too young and too old, did not come in person.

Wu Miaozhu looked at the believers one by one, without any excessive foreshadowing, and took the lead in speaking: "The Conversion Ceremony of Ambition, Hongmeng Wonderland, Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, the height of the towering golden gate, the insignificant and heavy sky, was born in countless eons...... Cut the soil to create man, and transform all things...... The treasure of the avenue, the instrument of merit, the origin of the human race, the list of gods!"

The words are ethereal, like the sound of heaven, and every sentence is resounding in the ears of believers.

An article sprinkled with more than 200 words, telling about the birth and achievements of the god list, and the remaining titles that don't need money have also begun to appear one after another.

But there is one place that has been deliberately erased, and that is the relationship with Shinto.

The ability to seal the gods was directly removed from the list of gods, and it never appeared from beginning to end, but its name still revealed the clues.

This is also Dou Changsheng's deliberate doing, in order to distinguish the priorities, and he doesn't want to let the god list be the main one, pressing on Dou Changsheng, and Dou Changsheng will become a puppet instead.

If it weren't for Dou Changsheng's inability, he would have to remove one word from the three words of this god list and turn it into a god list.

Now Dou Changsheng can't do it, but this is the purpose of Dou Changsheng's efforts, as for the help of the god list, the benefits obtained from it, Dou Changsheng directly ignored it, crossing the river without demolishing the bridge, is that still Dou Changsheng? It must be fake.

The text is a praise of merit, no matter what it is, you will get it if you know it.

Which one is not a boasting hanging bomb, one by one boasting is not weak, if you merge together, you will find so many great compassion and great wishes, great sages and great mercy, without these words, they are embarrassed to go out.

It is purely impossible to memorize it once you hear it, not to mention that the villagers of Zhangli Village can't read a single big character, even if they can read and write, if they want to recite it once, it is also the ability to remember it.

Therefore, after Wu Miaozhu quietly recited once, he began to chant again slowly, and after three times, he was no longer doing it himself, and the Miaozhu on the side took over the heavy responsibility, and began to teach it repeatedly sentence by sentence, leading them to start chanting.

Wu Miaozhu stood aside and watched calmly, without any disturbance.

A peaceful voice resounded: "If you want them to learn, this is too slow, it is impossible without more than a month, why not use divine magic?"

The voice sounded, and the people in front of them did not change anything, they could not hear the voice at all.

Wumiao Zhu Yurong was calm, like a calm sea, and said in a slow tone: "Although the magic is fast, it is an extraordinary power, teaching them is like swallowing dates, in the final analysis, it is just pulling out seedlings to help grow." ”

"The emperor attaches great importance to this matter, and if this method is used, it is not in line with the emperor's wishes. ”

Fang Nihuang's solemn voice sounded: "It's the emperor who values it, so the emperor is afraid that he can't wait so long?"

Wu Miaozhu looked at the statue and explained: "The time god monarch doesn't care, what the emperor cares about is whether the matter is done. ”

"Besides, the believers in front of me, although they are illiterate, it is more difficult to learn this, but they have faith, plus I set up incentives, it does not take a month. ”

In the chat, the believers in front of them have slowly dispersed, and a morning class has ended.

Wu Miaozhu got up slowly, looked at the position in the distance, and continued to speak in a tone: "As long as Zhangli Village goes down step by step, it can be gradually completed, and the next place will go to Wangjia Village." ”

"This village, like Zhangli Village, is the farthest away from the state capital, and it is usually not in line with the outside world, and the transmission of information is slow. ”

As for not letting the believers leave, and continuing to start learning, such thoughts have never been born in Wu Miaozhu's heart.

If you study in one day, then the speed will be faster, and it will not take more than a month to be able to successfully complete the recitation.

But these methods are too low-end, and they are completely face-saving projects, purely to deal with.

Believers are not machines, they don't need to eat and drink, they also have to live, they run for life, and they don't have time to recite every day.

Wumiao Zhuzi should follow the trajectory, adjust in the limited trajectory, shorten the time as much as possible, improve efficiency, and complete the tasks assigned by the emperor.

Assist your own gods and keep moving forward.

His own gods, the first person under the emperor, now as long as they move forward steadily, any kind of radical conspiracy is a mistake.

The general trend is in their own gods, Ying Huazhou City God, the next step is the city god of the southern capital, and the capital of Beijing.

So the last time Zhang Ziyi came, he had already rejected the other party, unlike them who wanted to make meritorious deeds, their own gods only needed to accumulate divine power and be promoted.

PS: I sent a single chapter of leave yesterday.,But I didn't see it when I got up this morning.,Just look carefully.,I found that it was sent to the last volume.,Done an oolong incident.。