Weird recovery, I can't hide my god's identity

Chapter 7 72

Although we have explored quite a wide area of ​​the map and opened up many teleportation point archives, the only temple that truly belongs to Chen Jingle is Qiantian Village.

"To be fair, it's a bit shabby."

For those who follow the path of the incense fire god, believers are actually a kind of strategic resource in a sense.

The number of believers often determines the lower limit of a land only's strength.

The more temples, the more believers, the stronger the strength.

However, the power of land without believers to sacrifice will continue to weaken, and may even disappear from the world.

In the past dynasties, the method of destroying their temples and statues was used to deal with those evil gods and sacrifices, and cut off their source of incense.

Chen Jingle is not interested in becoming a god, immortality, or immortality.

After all, in a sense, immortality is more like a cruel curse to a mortal like him who cannot be too forgetful and seeks comfort and pleasure.

I watched my parents, relatives, classmates, friends, and even future generations grow old in front of me one by one, but there was nothing I could do.

What is not a curse?
However, in order to better face the test of the times like the strange recovery, it is natural to find a way to improve its strength.

Between buying props in the mall and occupying the new Jingzhu Temple, Chen Jingle chose the latter.

The main reason is that the cheap goods in the mall are average in cost performance, and he can't afford the expensive ones, so why not try to occupy a new Jingzhu Temple and develop believers.

……

Including the mission reward this time, Chen Jingle now has a total of 900 incense points.

After killing Nightmare last time, he tried it and found that the incense points were still not enough.

This time with 900 points in his hand, if he still can't do it, he will really harden his fist.

"Your uncle, a mere Jingzhu temple is so troublesome, can it make people have fun?"

You must know that there are more than 100 Jingzhu Temples in the entire Xinfeng Town, not to mention Orange County, Yanchuan City, the entire Lingnan County, and even the whole country!
Why are there so many temples?

At that time, the incense points consumed should not be massive?
Fortunately, it's finally done this time.

[You consumed 800 points of incense and vow power to successfully occupy the main temple of the Guangling Realm and become the new master of the Guangling Realm. 】

[You have obtained the legacy of the former Guangling Realm Lord Guangling Shengwang, the Pot of 72 Earth Shajutsu. 】

[The pot sky can open up space or caves, accept sumeru in mustard seeds, and even hold the universe in the sleeves, and store the heavens and the earth in the palm of your hand. 】

"I Zhuo, magical powers?!"

There was nothing in front of it, but when he saw that the legacy of the previous master of the Guangling Realm was actually the Pot Heaven Art in the 72 Earth Sha Art, Chen Jingle couldn't calm down.

Mustard Seeds!

Universe in the sleeves!

Those who have a little understanding of Taoist terminology should be able to understand what these two terms mean.

"This means that there is a portable space, and you don't need to carry a suitcase when you go out in the future. It is very convenient. If you practice to the extreme, you can even create a small world!"

Chen Jingle's eyes widened, almost drooling.

Can 800 incense points buy a magical spell in the mall?Don't be funny.

This wave of temple blind boxes has made a lot of money! ! !
……

But then came the problem.

A suitable material for mustard seeds is required.

After much deliberation, Chen Jingle decided to try with the Nightmare Heart he got after killing Nightmare.

The Nightmare Heart is a dark blue gemstone pendant in the shape of a peach pit.

Having mastered the Pot Heaven technique, he is very good at refining mustard seeds, but the material determines the upper limit of the space.Naturally, I hope to get a better one that can hold more things.

How to say the heart of the nightmare is also an item dropped from the strange body, and the material is extraordinary.

After half an hour.

Chen Jingle weighed the nightmare heart that had almost shrunk by half in his hand, and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Who would have thought that there is a full 1000 cubic meters of space inside this little thing!

Although it wasn't very big, it was quite satisfying for a novice like him.It will be expanded slowly later.

"It will be much more convenient to go out in the future. If you are really short of money, you can help the country bring some goods from abroad, and you can earn some transportation fees."

I hope there will not be such a desolate day.

……

After finishing this matter, Chen Jingle remembered that there was another matter.

Open the V letter contact list, find a familiar name, and ask: "Brother Chicken, I need your help."

Brother Ji's name is Chen Zhenji, and he is considered as the uncle of Chen Jingle's clan according to his seniority.

However, there is only one year difference in age between the two of them. From childhood to adulthood, whether they went up the mountain to pick myrtle, dig out bird nests, or go down the river to catch fish and river clams, they always walked together and had a good relationship.

Now it is also developing in the hometown village, together with another small partner, and it is called "the three-person group squatting at Qiantian Village's house".

In fact, they all have their own careers, but in the eyes of those peasant women who like to gossip, if they don't go to work, they don't have a serious job.

Brother Ji replied quickly: "What's the matter in the hospital?"

Chen Jingle was surprised: "Why did you go to the hospital? Washed your feet too much, Jill was poisoned?"

"roll roll roll!"

Chicken Brother: "Accompany others to see a doctor, let's talk about you first."

Chen Jingle: "You are well-informed, help me to pay attention to whether there are any strange things happening around."

Brother Ji belongs to that kind of social bullshit, and he can be seen in various local small circles.

That's why Chen Jingle wanted to ask him to help collect information about the weird event.

People themselves are also quite awesome.

After graduating from high school, I didn't get into college, so I went to make money with game studios, and after two years of working together, I saved up money to work on my own.At first, he got two sets of fantasy 175 Wukai numbers, and then he spent money to get a few computers, and hired a few young wives in the village who had nothing to do to help him look at the numbers, and specialize in opening technology to dig treasure maps.

Well, this is a gray industry and is not advocated.

But I did make money, bought a Yuhuang Dadi, and my favorite thing to do is to go to the county to wash my feet regularly every Friday, and my idol is Mr. Qiao, the male god of the big sword.

Belonging to people who are at stake with gambling and drugs.

Good boys don't learn.

……

Brother Chicken: "What is a strange thing?"

Chen Jingle: "It's the kind that can't be explained by science."

Brother Chicken: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Chen Jingle: "Just do me a favor and thank you later!"

"You wait."

After a while, Brother Ji sent a photo: "Is this something that cannot be explained by science?"

When Chen Jingle saw it, he was startled: "What's going on?"

The photo is of a leg, but at this moment the leg is obviously not normal. It is swollen like an elephant leg below the knee, and the skin is black. It doesn't look like a normal person, it looks more like the kind of corpse thrown into the river and soaked in the water for a long time It looks soaked.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but from the photo, Chen Jingle even saw a pattern on his leg that looked like a human face.

Then the voice came.

Chen Jingle connected.

Brother Ji's voice was obviously a little tired: "Although I don't know why you inquired about that, but I did encounter something here."

"The photo I sent you just now is my nephew's. My sister and brother-in-law are not at home. I took him to the People's Hospital with his grandparents for an examination. Yesterday I went up the mountain with his grandma to collect firewood. After returning one night, he became That's it. I just took a CT scan, and the doctor said that no problem was found, but the edema just won't go away."

Speaking of this, Brother Ji lowered his voice: "I heard from his grandma that he stepped on a pot of gold."

Chen Jingle's eyebrows twitched suddenly.

No wonder Brother Chicken feels that this is not normal.

　The stiff neck is too uncomfortable, the neck hurts like hell, and I just finished writing it now. If you have extra votes, you can vote for it.I have been in the industry for seven years, and I have never written a book with such a poor grade at the beginning. Fortunately, my mentality is different from the past ╮(╯▽╰)╭

　
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