A burden to a wealthy family, I became famous on the Internet by drawing talismans

The live broadcast has ended, but there are still a large number of people around the Eight Immortals Temple.

The Eight Immortals Temple is quite large and can accommodate quite a few people. The area built outside the Eight Immortals Temple is even larger and can accommodate even more people.

There were many people around Qilin Mountain, and some volunteers came to watch the Conferred God Ceremony.

It's really a god-level event, no one wants to miss it. Sun Da and Qin Zilong are quite famous, which makes it even more interesting.

Some people are not familiar with them, but become familiar with them after listening to others talking about them, and many things become more familiar the more they talk.

It is more comfortable to listen to your own God, and it doesn’t matter how much you listen to other people’s God.

Some Internet celebrities live-streamed around, but didn't dare to live-stream at the Baxian Temple, because it was obviously not allowed. They took as many photos as they could from below. It all depended on who could speak well or had a good angle.

A group of people gathered together to discuss.

"Those missionaries also want to steal faith, right?"

"It was originally, it was an invasion, to seize it."

"That's the difference. We in Taoism advocate tranquility and inaction, and we never consciously expand or bully others. But they will expand everywhere, talking about benevolence, but are they really benevolent?"

"Pull him down!"

"The expansion of capital is extremely bloody, and killing people without spilling blood is even more terrifying."

"So, stop looking at foreign countries as having good things. The good things of capitalists are all brought up by the common people."

“We should come up with something better so that ordinary people can truly be better off.”

"The dragon is our root, and benevolence is our essence. We cannot commit suicide and then beg for mercy from others."

It’s noisy and bustling, this is a spring night.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and any normal person could feel that Sun Da and Qin Zilong were coming!

Many people spontaneously knelt down in front of the Eight Immortals Temple and worshipped the gods. As long as everyone has enough faith, the gods will become stronger.

In the Eight Immortals Temple, Wen Liang was watching the fun.

The scene of the Heavenly Master being deified was particularly interesting. Peng Jing and Zhang Zihan stood beside Wen Liang, watching.

The altar is beautifully decorated, and the Heavenly Master and all the masters are dressed beautifully.

The best looking ones are the two newly minted gods. Sun Da is a little different from what everyone imagines, he has a very fairy-like aura.

Qin Zilong's appearance was different from what everyone thought. He looked very weak, even weaker than Xia Kun. They were worried that he would die before he even went to the battlefield.

As all parties were worshipping the gods, Qin Zilong's condition improved, but he felt very sorry for everyone. He didn't look majestic.

Wen Liang felt that Sun Da was enough. Qin Zilong would just be a bystander for the time being.

The eight immortals originally worshipped in the Eight Immortals Temple were wild, and they have not been brought here yet. For the time being, there are only two gods, Sun Da and Qin Zilong, and there are not eight in total. But the name of the Eight Immortals Temple has not changed.

Zhang Zihan held the phone in his hand, thinking to himself, more people want to be gods. But it's not possible just by thinking about it. Gods need faith and true worship, which is really impossible if one's character is not good. Many people will try to cheat, but can the cheating last long?

If it is a small-scale incident, it will not receive enough respect. If it gets bigger, it will definitely attract the attention of the Heavenly Master. Is there any way to deal with the Heavenly Master? Dealing with the Heavenly Master is secondary, dealing with the Heavenly Dao is the primary thing, right?

Zhang Zihan didn't bother to think about becoming a god. He was just kidding, not someone who took it to heart. Many people have already put it into practice.

I guess there are a lot of rich people who can come up with a lot of solutions. Rich people have a lot of solutions.

Zhang Zihan doesn’t have that much money, so she doesn’t need to worry about the rich.

It was getting late, so Wen Liang and Director Peng took a car back to Gaocheng and stayed in a hotel.

Gaocheng is now in high spirits.

Director Peng got the confirmed news and said to Guaibao, "Xiacheng, what do you think?"

Wen Liang responded cheerfully: "Okay. Help me find another Yaoqin."

Director Peng had an expression that said “I knew it” on his face.

Zhang Zihan stood aside and didn't think it was surprising. If a master has the ability, he must show it off.

Zhang Zihan looked at his hands and found that they were not as good as Xia Kun's. Xia Kun not only played the guitar, but also learned the pipa.

Zhang Zihan considered learning to play cotton, which is also a non-legacy. She can't play the piano, but she can play the piano randomly.

Wenliang went back to the room to rest. He was in good condition. He had a good sleep and it was still spring.

Get up early, the weather is getting warmer.

Wen Liang was wearing a green robe and a flowery skirt.

Wang Min brought her a pair of beautiful straw sandals and explained to her, "This is something everyone came up with. It's a combination of Chinese and Western."

Wen Liang sat on the chair, the spring sun shining on half of her, her white hair shining. She raised her feet to put on her shoes, which looked good.

Wang Min looked at her hair and asked softly, "Why haven't you grown black hair yet?"

Wen Liang said: "Look carefully."

Wang Min moved closer and lay on Wen Liang's head to search, but it felt like looking for a needle in a haystack or catching lice. It was not easy to find white hair among black hair, and it was also difficult to find black hair among white hair.

Wang Min used her hands like a craftsman to pick out the white hairs one by one, and finally found a black hair surrounded by several white hairs. It was very short, less than three millimeters. If it weren't for her good eyesight, she would have missed it.

Wang Min pulled aside the white hair around it and looked closely at this tiny single hair. It was very thin, as if it had not been fertilized and was severely malnourished. The surrounding white hair was growing well, and this black hair looked even weaker.

Wang Min let go and saw that the white hair had covered the black hair again. The grass in the field had all grown in the spring, but the single seedling had not yet grown among the white hair.

Wang Min said objectively: "It may not grow for several years."

Wen Liang said easily: "No."

Zhang Zihan came to find Wen Liang. She was dressed very spring-like and fashionable. She wore a windbreaker dress and lace-up boots. Her long hair was tied with a colorful silk scarf, which made her look particularly pretty and elegant.

Wang Min thinks that she looks very individual in this way, unlike her previous sweet look, which is a bit fake. Some people may like it, but now there are many people who like this look. Girls should have personality.

Zhang Zihan held the phone in his hand and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

Wang Min explained: "Wen Liang has a black hair growing on his head, it's this long." She compared it with two fingers. How could it be less than three millimeters?

Zhang Zihan said lightly: "White hair looks good too. Many people abroad are researching this."

Zhang Zihan showed Wen Liang the evidence on her phone: "This fashion blogger produced a fair report. She also predicted that the natural style will sweep the fashion circle, which is this kind of fresh and simple style."

Wen Liang looked at Zhang Zihan with her big eyes.

Zhang Zihan's eyes looked worse than hers even with makeup on. She looked at herself and said calmly, "I need to change my look more often. I think this is pretty good."

Wen Liang stood up in his straw sandals and prepared to go for breakfast.

Peng Jing dressed up and left the hotel with Guaibao to go out to the street to look for food. Peng Jing was wearing a jacket and casual pants, looking quite young.

There were many people on the street looking at Wen Liang, and those who were having breakfast hoped that Wen Liang would stop and have a taste.

Wen Liang saw a stall selling tofu pudding, which looked delicious.

A few people came forward and took seats, eager to eat the tofu pudding, looking like they were going to be reincarnated after eating it.