"You stupid woman, you will only show off every day, and you can't keep things that are made for you, if you don't sleep well, you are turning things back, don't delay me to work tomorrow!"

"Alas~! My heart hurts,"

"Hmph. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Zheng Shi'an, a villager, turned over and fell asleep with his back to his wife.

The village woman sighed and rolled over, turned her back to her husband, and closed her eyes.

"Zheng Qianshi,"

"Zheng Qian's ...."

In a drowsy state, Wang Ming's voice screamed outside his house.

"Who?"

A golden light came in from the door outside the house, and the swing door was pushed open, and a cloud of white smoke was lifted from the ground, and everything in the adobe tile house of his house with a brick foundation was shining.

Zheng Qian was stunned and watched a young man in the costume of a young official come out of the door.

Wang Ming walked into the house of Zheng Shi'an's family from outside the door, he smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the forehead of Zheng Qianshi, a woman who looked at him with a tired face, half-open and half-closed eyes, and looked at him sleepily sideways, and a golden light was released from his hand to envelop this Zheng Qian.

Zheng Qian looked at this young official in shock, stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head, smiled kindly at himself, and then disappeared and flew into his head with a swish, which was really magical.

"Zheng Qian's. Wang Ming said.

This is already in Zheng Qian's mind, and the surrounding white smoke has turned into a land temple, Wang Ming sat on the temple platform, and Zheng Qianshi stood under the temple stupidly, looking around.

How can the splendid temple look so much like the small earthen temple at the head of the village?

Wang Ming heard this Zheng Qian's heart, and his face jumped.

"Zheng Qian's. The idol said again.

"Who are you?" Zheng Qian said in horror.

"Who am I, that you don't know me?"

"You, you are the land god at the head of the village?"

"Zheng Qian's, I am the god of the land outside the village, today I know that you have a wish in your heart that has been difficult to solve for a long time, you are usually kind to people, I feel your sorrow, I plan to come to guide you, are you sincere?"

"But the lord of the Divine Mansion wants to tell me where the hairpin went? ”

"Hmph, remember to go to my temple tomorrow, your hairpin is in my temple, as long as you sincerely bow down, the god will naturally return this thing to you. ”

"Sincere, sincere, must be sincere!" "It turned out to be in the Land Temple. ”

"Tomorrow you can ask for it. ”

"Remembered, I'll go to your old man's temple tomorrow to get it. ”

The idol responded, then suddenly glared at her and shouted, "Go!!" and a push of the hand knocked the woman out of her dream.

Immediately, all the golden light and white smoke in the room dissipated and retreated, and a golden divine power flew back from the top of the woman's head, and only half of it flew back, and returned to Wang Ming's hands outside her courtyard.

Wang Ming glanced at this Zheng Shi'an family, this matter has already been done. Then it will be tomorrow when things develop.

The woman in the room woke up with a long cry of drowning, and she was already weak and sweating, but she felt a burst of joy in her heart for no reason. "You stupid woman, you still don't let you live!" "Master, I dreamed, dreamed." "What nonsense?" "Really, I dreamed that the god of the land outside the village appeared to me and told me that the hairpin was in the temple of the land, and asked me to get it tomorrow." "Hmph, there are demons and monsters outside in the middle of the night, and the demons are provoking you out at regular times, so you don't have to talk nonsense. "Well, but tomorrow, no, I must go outside the village tomorrow to have a look." If only the hairpin really did that. ”

At dawn the next day, Zheng Qian's family was already impatient not to cook for her husband, so she rushed out of the village with dew alone, and she didn't talk to the people from the farming village who came out early, which made people look like they were really evil.

The village woman felt the small land temple outside the village, and a worried person approached cautiously and slowly.

Look at the temple, the half-waist-high shabby dog temple is where there are hairpins!!

"How can this be, what details of the dream are not remembered?" the village woman turned pale and stepped back. But the words of the land god in her dream sounded in her ears, 'Bow down sincerely, and the god will naturally return it to you.'" ’

The village woman squatted on the ground, tried to kowtow, and quickly looked up.

When I looked up again, I saw that a golden hairpin suddenly appeared on the side of the slap-sized statue in the small temple, which was exactly the same as the one I lost!

"My old lady, alas, the god of the land has appeared, the god of the land has appeared!" the village woman Zheng Qian roared to the sky, very excited, and reached out to snatch the hairpin like a pounce, which was worth a few points of the ground.

"Meet the land god, meet the land god, meet the land god!!" the village woman's tears blurred with excitement, and she kowtowed vigorously to the small temple.

After a long while, the woman stood up, gritted her teeth and said firmly to the temple, "The gods are above, help my family find the treasure, I will go back, I will go back and let my Hun family cut a piece of good meat to worship the god of the earth, thank the god of the earth for protecting my family." ”

After speaking, the woman excitedly grabbed the hairpin, lifted her clothes, and hurried towards the house.

Outside the Land Temple, Wang Ming's white light and shadow appeared, and his subordinate Zheng Huai stood beside him, and the two looked at the Zheng Qian clan in the distance. In Wang Ming's eyes, the white luck on the top of Zheng Qian's head has the thickness of a fine township, and among the villagers, she is already a woman of the Yingshi family. This Zheng Qian has now become his believer, although he is not religious, but a thin thread of faith cause and effect from the top of this woman's head is offered to the talisman in his body, and he is constantly supplying himself with some faith and mental power all the time, and Wang Ming can also sense the sound of one or two hearts in his heart.

Wang Mingxuan's first believer was this village woman, but after selection, he would rather find a dishonest woman, because the village woman Zheng Qian is a stupid village woman with a big mouth and a swagger, and she will definitely make noise in all directions after she finds the hairpin and returns to the village.

Within a few days, there were already a few more village women outside Wang Ming's small temple, who came here every day to kneel and beg for incense to worship.

On the temple platform, Wang Ming sat on it and closed his eyes to absorb the incense burned under the small temple, and the rich smoke smoked this small temple to no longer be gloomy and desolate, and the statue was floating in the smoke all day long. Although the small temple is small, there are gods and spirits, and there are still some women in the village who come to worship themselves.

The divine power in Wang Ming's body had begun to cease to form silk, and under the power of the incense that had been replenished for several days, it had been transformed into pieces of divine power through the divine power in his body.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Ming will also try to gather some luck from these villagers to himself, and feed the little will power in his body, only the power of luck is the food needed by his own original will.

Wang Ming just tasted it, and he knew that the amount of luck was an important material related to whether he acted smoothly in this world.

On this day, after the village women came to worship, the small temple was empty except for the burning incense and paper watch, and suddenly Wang Ming stood up and went to see a ghost fleeing from a hurry from afar, and finally plunged into his own small temple, officially his only subordinate Zheng Huai old man. "Lord, save me. After saying this, the old man was planted under his temple. If it weren't for Wang Ming's urgency, he would have to fall into the incense pit and become his own sacrifice.

"What a fool, a dignified god was injured by a ghost. Wang Ming said angrily, and at a glance he could see the level of the cold yin qi that was entwined on the torn origin of Zheng Huai.