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He clenched his palms tightly, and it seemed that strands of golden air flowed into his body.

——He wanted this merit!

Everything around him suddenly twisted, and the sharp and low sounds overlapped into one, and various colors collided and merged.

Time was moving forward. It was as if it was fast-forwarded.

One year, two years, three years...

Lin Xingtao stood in front of the throne, watching the gods come and go, and the palace servants walk and stop.

The Dragon King often passed through his body, sat on the throne, and stared at the front.

Just when Lin Xingtao thought that he would continue to fast-forward like this in the future, a voice spread throughout the world.

"In the fifth year of Kaiyuan, the first general of Da Chu, Chen Kele was crowned!"

Lin Xingtao's heart moved, and he no longer stayed in front of the throne. He walked forward.

Time was pulled by him, and there was a brief sense of stagnation.

He ran to the gate of the Dragon Palace, but he could no longer move.

He looked back at the Dragon King.

The Dragon King had never left the Dragon Palace in these five years. As he said, there is only one dragon in the world.

What he did most was to listen to the prayers from the world. At this moment, he coiled his slender dragon body on the throne and raised his head slightly when he heard the words that spread all over the world.

"Won't the Dragon King congratulate you?" Lin Xingtao asked.

The Dragon King moved.

But he just jumped out of the river and let out a long dragon roar towards the distance.

Then he went back to the Dragon Palace.

Lin Xingtao could only grab the dragon's whiskers and get up, vaguely seeing the grand scene of the world.

Outside the Chen Mansion, there were carriages and horses rumbling, and boxes of treasures were transported out of the palace.

In the midst of the full and lively guests, Chen Ke, who was already twenty years old, sat on the stone lion at the door, turning the Fang Tian Huaji in his hand.

As if waiting for someone.

In the gorgeous sedan chair in the distance, there was also a woman lying by the window waiting.

As the sun set, a woman came out of the mansion and persuaded him to go in.

But he didn't move.

Until a dragon roared in the sky, he stood up suddenly.

Then he stepped on the spot and jumped into the air.

The Seven Killing Stars shone behind him, and he waved his halberd, leaving scarlet wounds on the purple-red sunset.

In the blurred blood color, he smiled and said, "My surname is Chen, and my name is Ke Le."

[My surname is Lin, and my name is Xing Tao.]

The voice rushed into the blood-red sunset, but it could not rush out of this world.

"I am rich today, where is the person who does not forget me!"

[If you are rich, don't forget me.]

He fell down with a gloomy face and walked into the general's mansion a little fiercely.

Time began to move forward again.

The sixth year of Kaiyuan, the seventh year...

In the eighth year of Kaiyuan, Lin Xingtao finally said, "Stop."

Tianji paused for a moment, and then promised.

Lin Xingtao consumed the power of merit he had obtained before.

Four hundred years later, the voice of the Dragon King came softly: "Why stop? You have already obtained the power of merit, just watch these four hundred years pass."

He replied: "Lord Dragon, this little power of merit is too easy to come by, and too little, how can it be enough?"

"... I want to go to the human world and try to interfere with the secrets of heaven at a deeper level."

"Even if history cannot be changed, if I interfere to a certain extent, perhaps there will be beings outside the Heavenly Dao who will notice me... Do you think they will see me?"

The Dragon King was silent.

Lin Xingtao smiled: "When I was in the outside world, I became a god-like existence. There, I went back to the past, back to my other body, and some of the things I did became history."

He came to Louis through the Silver Key and was adopted by the Viscount.

When he thought of this, he was stunned.

He suddenly found that he seemed to be doing the same thing as he did at that time.

The Gate of the Silver Key, the Outer Gods, the Heavenly Dao... Will they have something in common?

Is there any connection between his continuous travel through this world and the Cthulhu world?

The Dragon King's inquiry interrupted his trembling thoughts: "But, there was no body of yours four hundred years ago."

Lin Xingtao replied: "There was a man who pretended to be me. He was a Taoist priest, a man of great luck. He was the Taoist of Heavenly Eyes."

"In the tenth year of Kaiyuan, Chen Wenxuan, the son of Chen Kele, was born, and I had two years to find a way to go to the human world."

"Back then, the Taoist of Heavenly Eyes was left by me to build the Dragon King Temple in Dongling County. Did the Dragon King ever hear his prayers? In any case, he has a close relationship with the Dragon King."

In front of the Dragon King, continuous golden air appeared again.

These golden airs did not come from the gods, but from the human world.

Just like the Xiling City God laid a network and laid roots in the city.

Another merit of the gods, to realize the incense and prayers, and reward those who have made contributions to the construction of the temple.

The author has something to say: The Dragon King is like an otaku.

Zunlong Gai is - the Dragon King is an otaku.

The classical Chinese part spoken by the Dragon King was adapted from "The Investiture of the Gods".

Chapter 179: The Merits of Shinto (37)

There was a fisherman named Zhou in Luoshui City. He was called Zhou Fu. He had been fishing by the Luo River for generations.

In the eighth year of Kaiyuan, he was ready to kneel in the Dragon King Temple to pray for good weather and a good harvest. There were many people like him in the Dragon King Temple, all of whom were chanting.

Since the gods returned to their positions, temples have been built in various places. The kitchen god and toilet god all have their own seats. People no longer pray to the Dragon King for everything. They only pray to the Dragon King Temple for things related to the weather and paddy fields. Zhou Fu's neighbors thought that the money for offering incense in the Dragon King Temple was too expensive, so they all went to the river god.

Only Zhou Fu had been praying to the Dragon King for eight years.

Because he was protected by the Dragon King. In the first year of Kaiyuan, he bravely rowed a boat to catch big fish in the rapids of Luojiang River. As a result, the boat was overturned and he fell into the river. Thinking he was dead, he opened his eyes but saw his wife's face crying with joy.

It was not an immortal or a Taoist priest, but the Dragon King of Luojiang who saved him.

He kowtowed respectfully, and then heard a farmer next to him say: "Dragon God, bless the people to have a good harvest this year. My whole family depends on a few acres of fields to survive."

Zhou Fu said to the Dragon King in his heart: "Dragon King, this man is so lazy that he doesn't even want to water the farmland. He will only trouble the Dragon King."

After a while, he twisted three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner along with the team.

"May the dragon Lord bless you with good weather..." He suddenly paused, feeling a strange feeling of being watched.

He raised his head and saw the golden statue of the Dragon King looking down at all living beings with compassion, as if he had understood his thoughts. His nose suddenly felt sore, and the prayer on his lips suddenly changed to another word: "Please Lord Dragon, bless Xiaomin's wife, mother and son for their safety!"

After escaping the war years and taking a break, he began to dare to have children. However, my wife fell into a coma during pregnancy and asked a doctor to tell her that they were twins and that they should eat more meat. My wife eats all the fish she catches, but how can I make a living?

His Majesty introduced strategies to benefit the people, but it was difficult to solve his urgent needs. Fortunately, in a world where gods truly exist, people like him can still pray to gods.

While Mr. Zhou was weeping, he heard a sigh.

"As a husband and a father, how can you die young if you don't have enough food? A sincere heart will lead to spiritual success."

The firelight from the cigarette turned into golden energy, which connected into a line and reached the Dragon King's side.

The voices of the people hung on the golden thread, and from this, the Dragon King heard all kinds of noisy heart sounds.

The Dragon King stirs the golden thread and consumes the power of incense to influence the fate of people hundreds, thousands, or thousands of miles away.

Those who are lazy and want to enjoy the success will be punished, while those who have legitimate aspirations and are sincere to the Dragon King will receive the Dragon King's blessings.

Lin Xingtao saw through Zhou Fu's golden thread that his wife had successfully given birth to a pair of twins. The wife said: "Luoshui City has opened a free library and a Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. Let's let our children study." Mr. Zhou nodded, his face shining brightly: "Yes!"

If Lin Xingtao could still use the method of fortune-seeing, he would definitely find that the family's fortune had changed.

Lin Xingtao counted today's golden threads. There are more than 3,400 in total. Most of these people just pray casually, and the golden thread will be broken if they are not careful. More than 400 people are sincere, more than 100 people are in awe, and 50 people can get the attention of the Dragon King.

But there is always a wish lingering in the Dragon King's ears. _思_Rabbit_on_line_read_

It was Taoist Tianyan who built the Dragon King Temple.

He always complained: "I accompanied the First Emperor, and I was considered to have contributed to the founding of the country. Why did I stay in Dongling County without an official position or reward?"

He added: "It's been almost ten years, and all the Dragon King temples are about to be completed. By then I must go to the royal capital to meet the empress and gain fame and fortune!"

He even had some strange thoughts: "Now that the general and His Majesty miss the First Emperor very much, I might as well pretend to make the empress happy... Oh no, no, how can His Majesty be happy? He will definitely be furious."

This voice was captured by the Dragon King, who almost issued divine punishment.

But Lin Xingtao combined these three things. Fame and fortune, pretending to be the First Emperor to make the Empress happy, and the construction of the Dragon King Temple.

Taoist Tianyan's golden thread trembled in Lin Xingtao's hand.

In the ninth year of Kaiyuan, an extraordinary golden thread came.

Lin Xingtao and the Dragon King listened to a woman's words together.

The identity of this woman must be of no small importance. She said: "My son is stubborn and does not want the throne. He is only a general. However, the great Chu is at peace. How many traitors are there for him to kill! He will not show mercy to his wife at home, but will show mercy to his army outside. He is the son of man. Those who are violent all day long..."

Her voice changed: "As a mother, I am so worried! I once cried with joy when I learned that my son was a general, but now my tears are flowing for his safety!"

She bowed deeply and said, "My daughter-in-law is pregnant. I ask the Dragon King to bless her so that she will love reading and have a safe future."

The Dragon King frowned slightly and waved his hand to create a picture.

It was this woman kneeling in the Dragon King Temple. It seemed that Da Chu had not yet been established. She prayed: "I hope the Dragon King will help the woman find her biological son. He disappeared fifteen years ago, and the Chen family has been looking for him to this day!" So the Dragon King at that time led her to a fortune-telling stall - pretending to be a fortune teller. The fortune teller is beside Guozi.

From then on, Chen Kele found her biological mother.

The Dragon King asked the palace servant: "What is the surname of Wen Quxing?"

The palace servant replied respectfully: "My surname is Lin."

The Dragon King shook his head: "This forest is not that forest."

He stroked Chen's mother's golden thread with his hand, but said: "Chen Kele's son is of great importance, and I can't touch it because of the secret of heaven."

The golden thread then broke.

Lin Xingtao stretched out his hand at this time, grabbed the golden thread in his hand, and connected it with the golden thread of Taoist Tianyan in his other hand.

——Buzz.

There seemed to be such a vibrating sound.

All the merits gained from interfering with the heavenly secrets in the past year came flooding back, and Lin Xingtao was pulled in the direction of the golden thread.

The Dragon King turned his head suddenly and shouted: "Who is tampering with the secret!"

Lin Xingtao laughed, and then shouted to Taoist Tianyan in the distance: "I once looked for King Luo because of Feng Mingnu, and now Wenquxing is about to come to the world, how can I not inform your majesty!"

The Taoist priest Tianyan woke up from his dream with a sharp pain in his eyes. He seemed to have heard something, but also seemed to have heard nothing. He looked around in horror, and suddenly saw stars falling into the palace in the direction of the capital. He jumped up and shouted, "Whose house is that! Could it be General Chen's house? General Chen's family is about to have a star descend to the world!"

He began to prepare to go to the capital.

For Lin Xingtao, a year's merits were all gone in one day.

Lin Xingtao held the golden thread in his hand and held the white ribbon on the crown of the Dragon King in his palm.

He smiled and pulled it, and the ribbon moved slightly, and the Dragon King seemed to feel something.

——

In the tenth year of Kaiyuan, Chen Kele was fighting outside. When he rushed back to the capital, his son was almost one year old. He felt guilty, so he decided to ask the empress to hold a grand one-year-old banquet in advance.

Hold it in the palace to entertain the gods and people in heaven and earth.

The child's name has not been chosen yet. Chen's mother privately thought of many elegant names with auspicious meanings, but she was afraid that her son would be unhappy, so she didn't tell anyone. Chen's mother also wanted to give her son a name, but she didn't choose one.

Outside the capital, a Taoist priest who had been traveling for half a year and finally arrived before the banquet started was so tired that he sat down on the ground.