After the immortal disappeared

He Lingchuan smiled, and a faint red light slowly glowed around him.

"Yuanli?" Zhu Erniang was even more surprised, "Why do you have Yuanli now!"

It knew that this guy was actually from the Kite Kingdom, but even if he had an official position in the country, he was far away from the Kite Kingdom. How could he inspire such strong Yuan Power?

"Yeah, I'm surprised too, and I don't understand why." After taking back the divine object from Xu Mountain, he discovered that he could actually use Yuanli, and he was the most familiar with it——

The power of the Gale Army!

As much as it can be used in Panlong City, it can be used in reality.

The shock and ecstasy of that moment cannot be described in words.

It seems that some doubts have been solved, but more mysteries arise.

For example, the real Panlong City has been destroyed. What he experienced in the world of Dafanghu should be the past history of Panlong City.

But how could the void of history give him real Yuan Power?

He Lingchuan couldn't understand.

But no matter what, he was able to bring the Yuan Power of Panlong City to practical use. This must be a new function opened by the restoration of the Dafang Pot.

For him, this means a major improvement in combat power and an expansion of combat energy levels. In Bejia and Lingxu City, he had suffered enough from not having any energy.

High risks bring high returns. He took back the lid of the square pot and got rich rewards.

But for these reasons, he naturally had no way to tell Zhu Erniang.

Fortunately, the giant monster didn't ask further questions. If it lives as long as it does, it will know that everyone has little secrets that cannot be told.

He Lingchuan asked again: "What about King Siwen?"

The wild boar demon also left a deep impression on him. If Bega were released, he would be able to become a general.

Zhu Erniang had nothing nice to say about King Qi Wen. He sneered: "The stupid pig refuses to move to its nest, so just wait for death in the Devil's Nest."

…

Xuyang Sandbank is at the intersection of Xuyang River and another large river.

During the dry season, this is a vast sandbar plain; once it enters the flood season, the water level rises rapidly, the sandbars are replaced by the river, and the area becomes dotted with small islands. Residents have to go by boat to travel to and from the islands.

Now the sandbank is covered with ice and snow, just when the water level is at its lowest. The islands can be reached on foot without taking a boat.

He Lingchuan and Dong Rui walked through one island after another.

It was just the two of them. Sister Zhu Erniang stayed in the nest to make spider shells and did not follow.

"Thunder Island has arrived, come ashore!"

Leigong Island is one of the main islands of Xuyang Sandbank. It is no different from other small islands they have passed before, except that it is larger and has more residents.

Leaving the pier and walking towards the island, the road does not follow horizontal and vertical directions, like a python winding through the jungle. The buildings on the roadside are all kinds of strange in terms of materials and shapes. Stone, wood, bricks, clam shells, calamus, big-leaf palm, and even the skin peeled off from unknown animals can be used to build houses.

Dong Rui also introduced to He Lingchuan that a kind of tree pulp produced locally is perfect for making building adhesives. The specialty products of Xuyang Shazhou include paint and wooden lacquerware, which are sold in surrounding countries.

After walking through two markets one after another, He Lingchuan's eyes were opened. Everything is sold here, from small insects to large humans, food, entertainment, and things he doesn't even know what they are used for. They are all squeezed into one small market. For sale, it’s really dazzling.

He Lingchuan handed Dong Rui a mask. This is given by Fang Canran, which can isolate the prying eyes of others.

After both of them put on their masks, Dong Rui led him to take a shortcut and get in from the alley behind the market.

The alley here has many twists and turns, and sometimes it even passes through other people's houses. It is obvious that the family is sitting at the low table eating, but they turn a blind eye to the two people passing by.

Finally Dong Rui took him into a large house with red bricks and black tiles.

It is also the largest building in the neighborhood.

"arrive."

He Lingchuan was still a little confused: "This is it?"

"Yes, this is it." Dong Rui gave a rare grin, "We took the back door. If you enter through the main gate, you can see the plaque of Lei Gong Temple."

There are many temples on Leigong Island, at least twelve or three, among which Leigong Temple is the largest temple on the island, covering an area of ​​two hectares.

Before He Lingchuan reached the front hall, he smelled the strong smell of incense and heard at least seven or eight believers murmuring prayers.

The temple attendants here all wear orange clothes, and their hair is almost shaved, leaving only a lock in the middle of the forehead, which looks like a cockscomb, which is particularly conspicuous from a distance.

This is the effect you want.

Dong Rui found an old temple attendant with half-closed eyes, exchanged a few words in a low voice, and then handed over a ingot of silver.

The old temple attendant looked at the two of them, nodded, and led them to a quiet room at the back.

There is only one shrine, one tribute table, and two kneeling stools in the quiet room.

"Where's the sacrifice?"

He Lingchuan handed a wooden pipe to the old temple attendant. The latter took it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time before closing the door.

He reached out a second time.

Dong Rui elbowed He Lingchuan, who took out two large silver coins and handed them to the old man.

The wooden pipes were for the gods, and the silver coins were for the temple attendants.

When the candle flames on the tribute table were pointing straight up, he took out seven incense sticks, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and said to He Lingchuan and the others at the same time: "The incense cannot be cut off."

Then he knelt down and murmured a prayer in a pious gesture of offering a gift.

The old guy started chanting at a very low volume, sounding out of breath. But after a while, the sound gradually strengthened and became coherent. Jialingchuan even heard the echo in this small quiet room.

In other words, the lingering sound sounded as if several or more than a dozen people were chanting together.

At the same time, the ignited smoke also condensed above the shrine, turning into a black and gray mass.

As the two onlookers watched, a cloud of gray mist floated towards the old temple attendant.

The two of them watched for a moment, but saw that Wu Tuan suddenly turned his head halfway and turned towards He Lingchuan!

Dong Rui was slightly startled, and the Fusheng knife appeared in He Lingchuan's hand, with a flicker of hesitation.

Perhaps it was blocked by Fusheng's sharp energy, or perhaps he felt the power of this knife in cutting incorporeal objects. The mist stopped and remained still in mid-air for a while.

Then, it followed the original path and floated towards the old temple attendant. He Lingchuan could see its reluctance from this action.

The mist penetrated into the temple attendant's mouth and nose, and the candle on the tribute table suddenly burst into flames with a hissing sound.

The old temple attendant is just waking up from a dream.

The old man's eyelids were originally drooped, and his eyes were almost open or closed, but now they showed a little light and looked bright and bright.

His facial features have not changed, and his age has not changed, but his demeanor and demeanor are like a different person.

In other words, it was replaced by... God?

The wooden pipe was already in He Lingchuan's hand and he shook it at him.

The old man looked at the wooden pipe carefully and was a little surprised: "Why does the Xinglong Zhu look like this?"