There were about twenty telekinetic clones flying out of Yang Chen's dojo.

Each of these telekinetic clones turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the nearby village.

The village near the Fude Temple is called Yanwangzhuang, and there are about three to five hundred families, which is also a medium-to-low sized village in the vicinity.

There are only a few dozen families of three or five hundred.

Yang Chen's clone entered the mental power clone transformed by the dream supernatural power, landed in the Smoke King Village, looked at each other and smiled, and each flew into a house.

Yanwangzhuang.

In the winter, there was nothing to do.

The farmer, who had no entertainment, had eaten early, and took the whole family, old and young, to sleep before it was dark.

In a hazy sleep, I don't know what time it is.

Maybe the moon is in the middle of the day, or maybe it's about to dawn.

But Jue stood up in a daze, walked along a bluestone path, and walked lightly towards a place, which is a place where spring flowers bloom, and at the end of the road is a legendary sea.

The sea and blue sky, the waves are turbulent, a hut faces the sea, and next to the hut, there are many unknown flowers blooming, colorful and gorgeous.

"Where is this?" Wang Laogen came to his senses and looked around inexplicably, the surroundings were as beautiful as a dream, and the spirit was extraordinary, and it was by no means a human landscape.

"How did you get to such a place?"

Spring is in full bloom and facing the sea.

This place is so beautiful, there is a fairy atmosphere, there is a turbulent glow, there is a sea of waves, there are a hundred flowers blooming, like the residence of a sage, not like the red dust and vulgar soil.

Wang Laogen continued to walk, bypassed the hut, and stepped into the flowers.

In front of the hut, there was a white steed on a leash, the horse was tall and strong, without a trace of variegation, and beside the steed, there was a young man with an ape-backed bee waist and flying eyebrows, wielding a huge axe and constantly chopping wood.

The chopped firewood is placed in piles and is very neat.

"Young man, who are you? Where is this?" Wang Laogen saw that the young man was upright and his eyes were clear, so he walked over and asked about the way back.

Seeing Wang Laogen, the young man stopped the giant axe he was wielding.

With a faint smile, there is an invisible majesty permeating.

"I'm Yanwangzhuang, the god of Fude in the Fuzheng Temple, who are you?"

Wang Laogen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Young man, are you joking, the Yanwangzhuang you are talking about is the Yanwangzhuang in Weicheng, Huafu, the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The young man nodded, "Exactly." ”

Wang Laogen shook his head, "Then it won't be wrong, I am also a native of Yanwangzhuang, and now the old man has lived for more than fifty years, and he is about to sixtie, but he has never heard of it, there is a Fuzheng Temple in Yanwangzhuang." ”

"However, although there is no Fude Temple, there is a Wanggong Temple, young man, you are talking about the Wanggong Temple!"

"The prince is a famous doctor hundreds of years ago, but he is not a god of good fortune, and you, at a young age, have no talent, no virtue, no merit in the world, but you call yourself a god, but you can't do it, you will lose your longevity. ”

The young man was Yang Chen, and he smiled lightly when he heard this, "The old man doesn't know, the fortune accumulated by the prince during his lifetime is insufficient, and it is difficult to become a god, and he has already been reincarnated and reincarnated." ”

"Now in the temple of the princes, the god sitting upright is my good god. ”

As long as you worship God sincerely, the wind and rain are smooth, and you are healthy, if you do not worship God sincerely, there is no harm, but it will not do any good. ”

"If I had a spirit, I would not be heaped up everywhere with ashes and bones, and thou shalt rest in delusion, and thou shalt know that thou hast been like thrift, and that laziness is nothing. ”

Wang Laogen smiled, "Young man, you are laughing!"

"What kind of merit is there?"

"If there is really a god who can protect one side, even if you don't say it, my Wang Laogen will definitely worship sincerely and pray for the blessing of the god to protect Yanwangzhuang. ”

"It's a pity that there really isn't much to be good for God. ”

However, your last sentence is too good, as if you are diligent and thrifty, and you are lazy. ”

Yang Chen laughed, the wind and clouds changed, the sea, the hut, and the flowers suddenly disappeared, only Yang Chen's voice came, "Yes or no, you can see at a glance, why say more." ”

"But if you don't worship God now, and you are afraid that when the danger comes, you will burn incense and pray to God temporarily, but God will not be willing to help you. ”

"I have said this, whether I worship God or not, it is up to you. ”

Seeing that the wind and clouds were changing and everything was gone, Wang Laogen's frightened face turned white.

Suddenly, a strong force came, holding Wang Laogen's body.

Wang Laogen was frightened by this, and he was at a loss, and shouted, "Help, help!"

Suddenly, I woke up from my sleep.

"Old thing, in the middle of the night, what are you crazy about, what are you shouting for help?" Wang Laogen's cry woke up his wife who shared the same bed, and his wife looked at Wang Laogen who sat up in a daze, and muttered.

"Isn't it just a nightmare, yelling something, and not going to sleep soon. ”

Then he pulled the quilt, put it away, and fell asleep quietly.

Wang Laogen sat there, and the picture in his mind appeared, and the young man's voice and smile seemed to be imprinted in his mind, lingering.

"Fortune is God!"

"Could it be that in the Smoke King Village, there is really a statue of Fu Zhengshen?"

I have doubts in my heart and I can't sleep.

Meanwhile.

In other homes in Yanwangzhuang, the same scene was also staged.

Yang Chen's doppelganger entered more than 20 telekinetic clones transformed by the Dream Divine Power, and at the same time entered the other homes in Yanwangzhuang, until it was close to the dawn of the day, these more than 20 telekinetic clones had already completed the dream for all the people in Yanwangzhuang.

After the dream, more than twenty telekinetic clones turned into a piece of light and shadow and dissipated.

In the temple of the Maharaja.

Yang Chen sat in the dojo.

The light on the Fu Sigil in the Divine Soul's hand dimmed for a while.

Yang Chen secretly felt sorry for himself.

This time, he used his clone to enter the dream supernatural power, consuming the twenty-four pure mental power that had just been refined.

"There are a total of forty spiritual powers, and now that we have lost twenty-four pure spiritual powers, there are still sixteen pure mental powers left, and there are not many magical powers that can be used. ”

"However, in order to make the people of Yanwangzhuang believe in themselves, they also need to exert their magical powers to change this Wanggong Temple. ”

The plaque in today's Wanggong Temple is still the three characters of Wanggong Temple, and the mud tire in the temple is still holding a dragon head cane and a kind face of the prince.

Yang Chen looked down at the Wanggong Temple, the rune in his hand vibrate, and several divine powers fell, the Wanggong Temple took on a new look, and the three characters of the Wanggong Temple in the middle of the temple still turned into four gilded characters shining with divine light.

The four big characters are created by divine power, Liu Gong font, and the penmanship is slender and powerful.

In addition to the change of the big characters on the plaque, the mud tire gold body sitting in the Wanggong Temple also flowed and deformed, vaguely having the appearance of Yang Chen, this mud tire gold body, young, dignified appearance, holding a weeping willow in one hand and a golden scissors in the other.

On either side of the young man, there were two hideous-looking ghosts, like fierce gods.

It is the mud tire golden body of Wei Tao and Feng Eighteen.

After the transformation was completed, the temple consumed eight divine powers.

The Fortune Sigil dimmed once more.

Of the forty telepathic powers, only the remaining eight telekinesis were still stored in the sigils.

"The gods exert any magical power, they have to consume mental power, and the mental power that has just been collected and refined is almost exhausted in an instant, and it is also necessary to quickly collect and refine the mental power of all living beings for my use, and turn it into supreme divine power. ”

Now that the doppelganger is in a dream, all that remains is to wait for the changes in Yanwangzhuang.

After this incident, the people in Yanwangzhuang will worship Yang Chen, the god of good fortune, Yang Chen himself is not clear, but he wants to come to the Great Zhou Dynasty to pass on the gods and ghosts, and all living beings fear the ghosts and gods.

With this doppelganger dreaming, presumably the people of Yanwangzhuang will come to burn incense more or less, as for how many devout believers can be, they still need their own continuous efforts.

After finishing the incident, Yang Chen immediately returned from the night tour.

Entered the ancestral aperture of the flesh.

I opened my eyes with a brush.

At this time, it is the darkest time between heaven and earth before dawn, but when this darkness passes, it is the time when thousands of rays of sunlight erupt from the horizon.

"I don't know how many people will believe in me in Yanwang Village?"

Yang Chen planned to wait for the dawn to go to Yanwangzhuang and take a look for himself. (To be continued.) )