The day dawned, and a new day came, and a hazy light gradually appeared on the eastern horizon, and the rainstorm in the night had gradually decreased, leaving only a sparse drizzle.

There is a lot of garbage on the streets, and this garbage is not thrown on the streets, but the rain spills the garbage up the sewers.

Temple Town, Temple of Decay.

The dusty statue of the god is as clean as new, and looking at the bad lips of the god, the idol may be happy, happy for a rare bath.

After the rain, the grass began to glow with youthful breath, just like a little girl who got a gift.

The stagnant water on the temple floor had not yet cleared, and a man in disarray was still kneeling in front of the idol, kneeling in the shallow water, as if he had become a wooden man.

Simon Shuai's whole body was frozen stiff by the rain, his face turned sickly red, and his mind was blurred, but his mouth was still trembling, as if he was constantly chanting: "Ask God for salvation."

By noon, Ximen Shuai, who was cold and hungry, tired and feverish, still did not change his kneeling posture, but his mouth was no longer trembling, and his heartbeat was slowing down.

"Alas~" a long sigh echoed in the ruined temple of decay.

Ouyang Feng, who had woken up from his cultivation, saw Ximen Shuai who was still kneeling there, and he didn't know what to say, Ouyang Feng's heart was moved, and Ouyang Feng's soul was crying.

Last night, Ximen Shuai's prayers all turned into pure faith power and reached Ouyang Feng's body, making Ouyang Feng, who originally wanted to test Ximen Shuai, unconsciously fall into deep cultivation.

The uninterrupted pure faith was passed on to Ouyang Feng, repairing the damage caused by Ouyang Feng's use of the Qianli Fax, and also adding a layer of Ouyang Feng's spiritual power.

Just now, Ouyang Feng, who was in deep cultivation, suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, and the endless power of faith was suddenly interrupted, and Ouyang Feng also woke up from his deep cultivation.

Everything that caught his eye made Ouyang Feng's heart tremble, it turned out that the endless stream of faith last night was the prayer of this Ximen Shuai.

Ximen Shuai persevered until noon the next day in the stormy night, without pausing to pray, leaving or giving up, until the edge of life.

Ximen Shuai just wanted Ouyang Feng, the "god", to help him get rid of that painful misfortune, so that he could go home and reunite with his family, and he could get along like an ordinary person, without fear that his bad luck would affect his family.

There was a trace of water from the corner of the eye of the decaying god, I wonder if this is the cry of the god or the flow of rain?

"For the sake of your piety, I will try my best to help you" Ouyang Feng looked at Ximen Shuai, who had fallen into a coma and was still kneeling there, and gave Ximen Shuai a promise in his heart.

It was such a promise that Simon Shuai's fate began to shift and began to turn to the bright sky.

......

Ouyang Feng is now trapped in the Decay God Statue, and his hands and feet can't move, so Ouyang Feng can only use his spiritual power.

Ouyang Feng used his spiritual power to float in the air and draw a plague extinguishing talisman, which was to remove the pathogenic bacteria that appeared in Ximen Shuai's body because of a cold.

He also drew a soul-fixing talisman and a cleansing talisman, which was to protect Ximen Shuai's soul and make Ximen Shuai sober.

Several spirit runes floating in the air, flashing with the green light of life, under the guidance of Ouyang Feng's spiritual power, entered Ximen Shuai's body one after another, repairing his body and soul.

Ximen Shuai's body began to emit a hazy light the moment the spirit rune entered.

Ouyang Feng added a few more spirit runes to Ximen Shuai, making Ximen Shuai's body healthier, and also removing the stagnant water in the temple.

The temple of decay that had been washed by the rain had been cleaned up by Ouyang Feng's spirit rune again, and it looked much cleaner, but it still looked dilapidated, and Ouyang Feng sighed that he had to take his time.

After a while, Ximen Shuai gradually came to his senses, looking at his expression, as if he was still very confused, Ximen Shuai looked around.

Ximen Shuai got up, stretched his waist, and found that he couldn't say how comfortable he was, more comfortable than living in a five-star hotel, of course, Ximen Shuai's current net worth could not afford to live in a five-star hotel.

Ximen Shuai was puzzled: "It's dawn, why is it so fast? Also, didn't it rain a lot last night? Why is it that my body and the temple are all dry, it seems that they are cleaner than before." ”

Ximen Shuai looked at the statue of the declining god, his face was gloomy, and he laughed at himself and said: "I am really stupid, because of the hallucinations a few days ago, I ran to this broken temple all night, pray to God, alas! It seems that I am too delusional, if it is useful to pray to God and worship Buddha, I will not come here."

Just when Ximen Shuai thought that his prayer for God had failed, a majestic voice sounded in his ears, and it seemed to come from afar, and it seemed to be right in front of him.

It's like shouting and hearing echoes in the valley.

The temple of decay reverberates: "Ximen Shuai, Gate Shuai, Shuai ......"

"Who?" Ximen Shuai was startled by this voice, and began to look around, trying to find out who spoke, but Ximen Shuai walked around the small temple a few times, and there was no trace.

"This god is the god of fate, the god of fate, the god of luck, and the god" echoed in the temple.

"God, really, God" Ximen Shuai couldn't believe it, and tears began to accumulate in his eyes. In the past few days, the tears of Ximen Shuai, a big man, seem to have never stopped.

In fact, Ximen Shuai had already affirmed in his heart that this voice was the voice of the god of fate, because in the water mirror a few days ago, Ximen Shuai had heard it, and he also deeply engraved Ouyang Feng's voice in his mind.

But when the voice of "true God" appeared in his ears, Ximen Shuai couldn't believe it again, not that Ximen Shuai didn't believe in "God", but that Ximen Shuai was afraid that he was hallucinating, afraid that the voice he heard was not true, he was afraid, he was afraid.

Simon Shuai looked at the statue with teary eyes.

The idol began to emit a hazy green light, and the somewhat dull facial features of the idol began to move, and the idol began to speak.

The voice echoed in the temple again: "Truly, your sincere prayers have touched this god, and this god has decided to help you"

This time, Ximen Shuai no longer suspected that this was an illusion, because there were already a few more pinch marks on Ximen Shuai's thighs and arms, and the real pain told Ximen Shuai that this was not an illusion, this was not a dream, this was real.

Simon Shuai immediately knelt down in front of the statue of the god, pious like the statue of the god of decay apologized, and asked the "god" to forgive him.

Ouyang Feng didn't blame Ximen Shuai for the sake of pious forgiveness, because Ouyang Feng also understood the sharp contrast between Ximen Shuai's mood from having no hope to suddenly turning around.

Ouyang Yuanshen spoke: "Actually, this god is not the main god in charge of fate, but the deputy god."

Ximen Shuai, who was kneeling down, still didn't get up, no matter what kind of god this god was, Ximen Shuai decided to follow him, because after waking up, Ximen Shuai found that his body had changed a lot.

The red mark on his arm just now is gone, and Ximen Shuai thinks that this must be a gift from this "god", and the temple that has become clean, and the clothes on his body have turned back to white.

I knelt in the rain all night, and I didn't get sick, but I was refreshed, and my legs didn't have pain because of kneeling on the ground for a long time, which was incredible for the thin Ximen Shuai.

Ouyang Feng saw that Ximen Shuai still had unwavering beliefs, so he decided to say that he was a declining god, and wanted to test Ximen Shuai again, and the first believer could not be sloppy.

Ouyang Shen continued: "Although this god is in charge of fate, he is only in charge of bad luck, so this god is also called the god of decline."

Ouyang Feng used his spiritual power to carefully sense Ximen Shuai's heartbeat.

Ouyang Feng was very happy, this Ximen Shuai did not disappoint him.

Ouyang Yuanshen: "Ximen Shuai listens to orders"

"Your believer Ximen Shuai is here" Ximen Shuai responded immediately, without hesitation.

Ouyang Yuanshen: "From now on, you Ximen Shuai is a believer in this god"

"Believer Ximen Shuai will always be sincere to Lord Decay God, and never betray, otherwise he will go to hell and suffer from purgatory for eternity" Ximen Shuai pointed his right hand to the sword, and swore to the statue of Ouyang Decay.

......

By the time Ximen Shuai walked out of the temple of decay, the rain had stopped, the sun had come out, and a beautiful rainbow stretched across the sky.

"Is this the bittersweet and sweet, the rainbow after the wind and rain?"

Ximen Shuai, whose eyes were full of hope, looked back at the temple door, the three big characters on the broken horizontal plaque, the temple of decay.

"Maybe I was a believer in the decay of God in my past life"

Ximen Shuai began to embark on the road home, it was a real home, a home with relatives, and a home that he hadn't been back to for several years.

"Dad, Mom, are you okay?!~"

To be continued

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