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The wind whistled through the mountains, and the whining sound mixed with the thunder made it seem like the end of the world, making people shudder.

If you are a timid person, you are already scared and weak, and you don't know how to survive this dark and terrifying night.

Lightning streaked across the sky, revealing a ruined mountain temple on the hill between light and darkness.

Although it is a temple, even the walls have collapsed in half, so it is better to say that it is a pavilion. The roof was also broken, and it was raining heavily outside and light rain inside. Better than nothing.

Shen Jian hid in the temple, to be precise, in the body of the clay mountain god. He was traveling abroad, but unfortunately encountered an earthquake and his house collapsed and died for no reason. Somehow, the ghost wandered here, inhabiting the body of the mountain god.

At this time, braving the heavy rain, two people broke into the temple. It looks like a father and son, with bows and arrows on their bodies, obviously Orion.

"Dad, what kind of god is enshrined in this shrine, and why is it so ugly?" the young man asked strangely, looking at him.

The elder hurriedly dragged him down and shouted, "Hugh is talking nonsense. I told you to burn incense at the shrine and worship the gods when you see them, but you have forgotten them!"

After a pause, he said, "This is the mountain god, built in the previous dynasty." At first, it worked a little, but then it didn't move. No one will come to worship again!"

Having said that, he bowed a few times in front of the idol and said, "My father and son did not mean to disturb. Just come in to hide from the rain, please don't blame the mountain god. ”

And he sent his son over and bowed down before God. There is no incense, just a little heart.

In this way, a supernatural spirit was born. In the sea of consciousness of Shen Jian on the statue of the possessed god, a scripture book suddenly appeared.

As the scriptures flickered slightly, Shen Jian saw a little white light floating out from the top of the heads of the father and son, like fireflies, flying into the scriptures.

A little incense wish power, after the transformation of the scriptures, became pure divine power, and merged into Shen Jian's soul. made Shen Jian, who was originally hungry and cold, cold and afraid, suddenly refreshed.

Shen Jian's spirits were lifted, he had been here for three days, and he still had seven points of soul power at the beginning, but now there were only four points left.

Although there was no one to guide him, Shen Jian also understood that when these soul powers disappeared, it would be the day when his soul was gone.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to die only once, and those who have died once cherish their lives even more. He has been living in panic for the past two days, watching his little life pass by little by little, and his heart is full of despair. I didn't expect to see hope again today.

Plus the one point that the father and son contributed became five, which was enough for him to live one more day in the world. If he could get more, he wouldn't have lived longer.

The father and son began to clean up the place to rest, but Shen Jian looked at the scriptures in the sea of consciousness in a distracted manner.

The scriptures are like ordinary bound books of Taoism, or the kind of three books for ten yuan. The only difference is that there is no name and no word on it, just like a wordless book from heaven.

Shen Jian didn't know what it was, but being able to appear in Zhihai was by no means an ordinary thing. With Shen Jian's gaze, all kinds of ghost Shinto common sense surged into his heart one by one.

That little bit just now is the power of incense, and every bit of it is enough to make the soul live one more day in this world. If you absorb enough incense, you can become a god, and you will live forever with heaven and earth.

It was late at night, and the rain became much lighter. The original thunder has long since stopped. Shen Jian floated down from the statue and glanced back.

The god was like a blue-faced fang, with two heads and four arms, and he was not a good kind at first glance. The gold paint peeled off from his body, revealing the mud tire inside.

Shen Jian glanced under him. I found myself similar to a ghost, my toes an inch off the ground, wrapped in a faint mist, fluttering forward.

Walking up to Orion, Shen Jian pinched his hands and said in his mouth, "Disease." Suddenly, a little white light floated out of his hand and flew towards the young man.

This is the method of dreaming, and it is usually the way ghosts haunt people.

Looking at the more transparent body after the practice, Shen Jian smiled bitterly and muttered: "This time I can consume a trace of divine power, I can only survive for four days, I hope this thing can be done." ”

The white light circled around the young man, flashed slightly, and did not enter the seal hall.

The young man suddenly had a dream, and in the dream he came to a wasteland, and was looking around uneasily, when suddenly the golden light shone, and a golden armor god flew in front of him, and his face was vaguely Shen Jian's appearance.

asked, "I am the god of this mountain, and you are guilty of trespassing into the spiritual realm of this mountain without permission." ”

The young man was suddenly so frightened that his face turned pale, even in his sleep, he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, "The mountain god spares my life, the mountain god spares my life, I am a villager of Lijia Village under the mountain." Because of the hardship of life, I had to go to the mountains to hunt. Strayed into your realm and begged the mountain god to spare his life. ”

Shen Jian looked at him coldly, frightened the young man, thinking that he could hardly even say how to concoct himself, he only knew that he kowtowed there and begged for mercy. Only then did he say, "I see, I have built this spiritual realm for hundreds of years, and no one has ever been here, and it is fate that you can break into this place." Anyway, I will refer to you today as rich, and there is a silver ingot under the corner, which you can use to subsidize your family. ”

The young man kowtowed excitedly, he thought that he would not know what would happen if he accidentally entered the spiritual realm, but he didn't expect to be able to get the guidance of the mountain god.

"Thank you to the god of the mountain, thank you to the god of the mountain"

"No thanks, if you are grateful, you can buy sacrifices in the future and put incense on the mountain temple. If you are sincere, I will bless you in the future, go back!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man was dizzy and returned to his body. Frightened, he straightened up, looked around to see if there was no situation, and fell asleep again.

Shen Jian concocted it according to the law, and scared the old hunter again. This time the old hunter came to his senses directly, he pushed his son down, and asked, "Did you have a dream today?"

The young man's eyes widened and he asked, "Daddy, how do you know?"

The two of them looked at each other, only to find that they had the same dream.

This made them somewhat convinced, thinking that they had really strayed into the mountain god realm by mistake. Not waiting for dawn, the two hurriedly went out with torches and dug under the corner of the mountain temple. After digging a few times, a silver ingot weighing five taels was revealed in the corner of the wall.

The two of them were overjoyed to take it out, and despite the fact that it was still stained with dirt, they took a bite to determine the authenticity. He also dug there a few more times, and when he saw that there was no silver, he stopped.

When he returned to the mountain temple, he kowtowed to the mountain god again. Shen Jian stared closely, only to see two points of white light appear, entering the wordless heavenly book, which made Shen Jian's body condense a lot.

In the morning, as soon as the sky was hazy, the two left the mountain temple and walked down the mountain. Of course, before leaving, it is indispensable to pay thanks to the idol. In the end, the divine power in Shen Jian's hand reached eight points. It made his body cohesive a lot.

Shen Jian thought that this good fate, but he didn't know that it would take a few days to see the results, but he didn't expect that the two would come back in the afternoon.

This time, the two brought offerings and incense sticks, and respectfully kowtowed to Shen Jian to thank him. Let him only sigh that people are really interest animals, and money can make ghosts grind.

The two bowed respectfully, and said in their mouths, "Mountain people Li Da and Li Hu visit the mountain gods." May the mountain gods bless us with peace. ”

Li Da is his father, and the young man is Li Hu.

As he knelt down, the cigarette smoke floated up to three feet high, but disappeared abruptly. Shen Jian silently looked at the incense, which extended like a cloud. The wordless heavenly book in the sea of knowledge emitted a faint white light, turning these wishes into pure divine power.

The attached smoke did not disappear, but surrounded Liu Yi's body, as if he was wearing a thick dress for him. If you look closely, even the fog around your body has become a little thicker. "I see!"

Shen Jian suddenly understood why this incense wish power would use incense.

The power of the wish is an intangible thing, attached to the incense, to provide shelter for the ghosts and gods.

The father and son burned incense in the temple and made vows, and bowed respectfully. This time, there was a white thread, which was born from the top of the father and son's heads, passed through the underworld void, and connected to Shen Jian's body.

Shen Jian had a guess that this father and son had become his followers and established a connection with him. Whenever they think of themselves, they will send incense to themselves.

He rejoiced in his heart, and it seemed that the investment had been a success. Although there are fewer two believers, at least they can have enough food and clothing. It will not be hungry and cold, or even dissipated.

However, at this time, the father and son were not close to Shen Jian, and they could only be regarded as shallow believers, driven by interests, and they could still bow down devoutly. Once there is no benefit, it is guaranteed to be abandoned faster than anyone else.