Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 231 Prayers
There was a long queue beside the wishing pool, and standing at the front was a slightly fat middle-aged aunt who was holding a little boy about three or four years old in her hand.

The middle-aged aunt tried to throw a one-yuan coin into the wishing well, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and prayed in a low voice: "God, I hope you can bless my son's college entrance examination this year."

Not long after the middle-aged aunt's voice fell, an unfathomable voice rang directly in her mind.

"As long as you work hard, you will definitely gain something." Said the God of the River.

The middle-aged aunt suddenly became happy, her whole face was squeezed into a chrysanthemum shape, and she kept chanting words like "thanks to the gods for your guidance, thank you to the gods for your guidance".

If someone else told her this sentence, it would definitely be regarded as nonsense, but if it was said by a god, the nature would be different.

She doesn't have to believe other people's words, but how dare she not believe the words of gods?The method of directing the voice into her mind just now is not available to ordinary people. In the eyes of these small citizens, she is no different from a god.

The middle-aged aunt pulled the little boy at her feet, handed him a one-yuan coin, and whispered: "Come, make a wish for your brother, and bless him with a smooth college entrance examination this year."

The little boy was obviously unhappy, holding the one-yuan coin in his hand and said stubbornly: "I don't want it, I want a fun toy."

After speaking, the little boy threw the coin into the wishing pool. Within five seconds, a brand new doll floated up from under the wishing pool and flew into the little boy's hands. The doll was not even stained with a single drop of water.

A large group of people in the back row were amazed. The middle-aged aunt grabbed the little boy's face and said helplessly: "You little clever ghost, why don't you hurry up and thank the immortal master."

"Hee hee." The little boy grabbed the doll and couldn't put it down.

"Thank you, Master Immortal!"

Fu Jiu at the bottom of the pool suppressed a smile and said, "This is your chance these days?"

The God of the River replied earnestly: "Bringing happiness to others is also a kind of opportunity and practice."

Fu Jiu shrugged. It's true, didn't the River God like to send opportunities everywhere before he was summoned?Isn't that a way to help people realize their wishes?Now it's just that the form of expression has changed.

"What if you meet someone who is greedy?" Fu Jiu pouted, motioning to the person standing above.

Following the middle-aged woman was a thin man, whose eyes were shining all the time. Seeing that it was his turn, the thin man was a little excited and couldn't wait to throw a one-yuan coin into the wishing well.

"My lord, I hope you can tell me the winning numbers of tomorrow's lottery. After winning the lottery, I will definitely come to fulfill my wish and help you renovate the wishing pool."

This man's attitude was much more respectful than that of the middle-aged aunt before him, and his voice was more sincere, but would the River God really agree to such a request?
In the group behind, many people with good ears heard what this man said, and their ears became sharper. If this man's wish can come true, doesn't it mean that they can also use the wishing pool to make a fortune?
However, they were disappointed the next moment. The coin that the man threw into the wishing pool was returned intact. At the same time, a dignified voice sounded in the field.

"Anyone who wants to get something for nothing will eventually suffer the consequences."

The voice seemed to be admonishing, but also dissatisfied. Everyone's face changed, and they had to put away their petty thoughts that they shouldn't have. They thought to themselves that the gods are not so easy to fool.

The lean man standing at the front was holding the coin in his hand, his face was extremely livid, now everyone knew what he wanted to get for nothing, and all kinds of disdainful eyes were cast on him for a while.

The man was ashamed and annoyed, he scolded this god hundreds of times in his heart, and said angrily: "What a goddamn god, you dare to pretend to be a ghost here with a megaphone, see if I don't ruin your place!"

Just as the man was about to lift his leg and place it on the wishing well, a burly figure rushed over with the sound of howling wind, and picked up the man upside down like a chicken.

"Hey, you dare to cause trouble here, do you think that I, the Nangong Chief, don't exist?"

The thin man swallowed hard when he saw Nangong Changwan's arms that were a little thicker than his thighs.

"Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, I'm joking, let's go, let's go."

The thin man laughed a few times, hanging upside down in mid-air, not daring to move. The distance between the top of his head and the ground was nearly half a meter. If Chief Nangong lets go, his neck will definitely be broken.

"Hmph." Nangong Changwan snorted coldly, carried the man to the gate of the Taoist temple, and threw him out like a broken sack.

The man fell on the ground into a rolling gourd, and he didn't dare to resist, stood up in a hurry, and limped away quickly.

"it is good!"

I don't know who in the team shouted "Yes" first, and the silent crowd suddenly boiled, and there was endless applause.

"That's not bad." Fu Jiu praised lightly, and it would be quite appropriate for Nangong Zhang Wan to play a bad face.

He Shen didn't say a word, but he understood very well in his heart. He looked at Fu Jiu, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"You can also try."

Fu Jiu froze for a moment, then said in astonishment, "Try what?"

He Shendao: "It's just helping people realize their wishes. I've been working here for several days. It's time to take a break. You can replace me for a while."

Fu Jiu quickly waved his hand: "Forget it, I'm not suitable."

He felt that the River God might be teasing him. The River God is a god anyway, and it's not a problem for him to stay awake for several months, let alone just a few days. Sincerity is nothing to him.

"You can do it." He Shen said seriously, with seriousness in his eyes.

"Bringing happiness to others is also a kind of practice. I think you will like this job."

"This……"

Fu Jiu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. Heshen has been in the fourth level for at least hundreds of years, and his experience and state of mind are far beyond his comparability. Maybe there is some deep meaning in it.

Just at this time, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen cautiously stepped forward, threw a coin into the wishing pool, folded her hands together, and whispered expectantly: "Master Almighty God, please bring me a copy of His Royal Highness's corpse." Get your autograph."

At this moment, River God was stunned, and Fu Jiu was also stunned.

The God of the River turned his head to look at Fu Jiu, and said honestly: "The gift I prepared didn't include your autographed photo. There are some photos, but they are not signed. Do you want me to prepare some photos and you can sign them on the spot?"

Fu Jiu was silent for a while, and took out a small stack of photos of herself from her pocket.

"I shouldn't need it. I have it with me. I just signed it."

River God: "..."

Why would anyone carry their autographed photo with them?Has the Virgo been narcissistic to this extent?

(End of this chapter)