Self-cultivation of dragon set

After returning from the underground magic city, Bai, as the leader of the demon cult and the most beloved god of Saturn, openly gave brainwashing lectures everywhere, and portrayed himself as a legendary chef.In just a few years, he published thirteen books of continental food notes, which not only contain detailed recipes, but also sharp comments on the recipes of human countries and non-human races made by Saturn himself, with scenery of various places The pictures and portraits of the gods in different costumes are exquisite enough to be collected as works of art.

The Devil's Temple soon had its own believers. Unlike ordinary Saturn believers, these believers were all freshmen with high standards.Their expression of faith is to drink coffee with the new book of the god-favored person on a sunny afternoon; or to take a pilgrimage according to the route in a food notebook, and write a few articles about local food after returning and ethnic customs to show their literary talent.

Part of the power of faith of these people is attributed to the god of agriculture, and part is to be attributed to Bai.Under the silent infiltration of the power of faith, his body is also undergoing changes that cannot be detected by humans, but they do exist.

A few years later, when Glass Mower had already started the main storyline and joined the mercenary group formed by the sun god Azul incarnated as a human, the power of faith accumulated by Bai also reached a certain critical value, and the god of Saturn The Kingdom of God also came to the world for him.

"The reason why epic heroes can become heroic spirits after death and enter the kingdom of the gods they serve is because their stories are recited, and I can get enough 'faith' from them to change the weight of their souls. Compared with Yu Yingling, if you live like this, you will be able to stand in the temple, and those who share the power gained from the belief of the Lord God will have more power of faith, and this power will allow you to enter the kingdom of God alive."

Saturn put on a formal gown on a rare occasion, his hair was still casually draped, but his chest was tied tightly.The inverted triangle figure was stretched in a snow-white embroidered robe, wearing black leather boots, walked to the door with clanging steps, stretched out his hand and gently pushed it open.

A quiet garden unfolded in front of the two of them, surrounded by flowers and trees, covering a huge white dome temple, at the foot of the temple there were many servants wearing white robes coming in and out.But if you look closely, the flowers and trees planted here are all kinds of food that people in mainland China eat or don’t often eat. There are not many purely ornamental flowers and trees. It can be said to be a garden, or a vegetable in flowering period. land.

Bai Lue looked at the vegetable field with embarrassment, and followed the god of agriculture into the Kingdom of God.Hawthorne led him to the temple through the corridor paved with gold bricks, and said as he walked, "I have always wanted to bring you to this garden, so that you can sit in your highness and enjoy the evening breeze blowing through the stream, and pluck fresh mystical flowers. Rosemary slathered on mutton and grilled for a delicious supper. Here we are watching the dance while you pour me cold wine..."

Master Hawthorne's ideals are not much different from those of ordinary landlords and riches, as can be seen from the statue that was made in the temple of the Devil's Cult.But such a simple and simple request is not something that can be achieved if he wants to. Before he can enjoy the cook's costume, there is still the biggest problem to be solved——

An invisible path that grew into the clouds lay between them and the temple.

His footsteps and voice paused at the same time, he turned around and hugged Bai, and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "You can only walk this road alone, and you must walk it to be recognized by the laws of the world. Otherwise, ..."

Those who cannot become gods will not be recognized even if they step into this kingdom of gods, and they cannot even enter and leave the temple like those servants of the gods who existed at the beginning of the world. The Hall of Valor in this main hall.

Hawthorne hugged his arms even tighter, with hints, he whispered with a smile: "Otherwise, we will have to spend a long time in the future, no matter what we do, we will have to stay in this garden, in the presence of God. The servants and heroic spirits are under their noses."

He let go of his hand and let Bai board the cloud road alone.

On the Cloud Road, there are several difficulties specially designed for heroes, and only those with excellent martial arts can pass through.However, besides being a cook, Bai is also a master who has learned the top skills of the Demon Sect and a person favored by the gods. His combat power is stronger than that of a pure fighter. , has been recognized by the highest will of the world.

His divine name was spread all over the world in an instant, and the God of Saturn who was waiting under the bridge was the first to hear his divine position: "Make Rubai Across the God of the Stove."

With this solemn announcement, Bai's light of faith held tightly in the palm of the God of Saturn completely dissipated, and this divinely favored person, who had so hard to believe in or depend on him, has become an equal existence with him, maintaining The divine power-willing bond of the relationship between the two will never exist again.

However, in the next instant, the cloud path parted, and a white hand that was almost transparent pressed into his palm.The black and white complexions collided strongly, and a bond stronger than faith filled the emptiness at that moment. The Stove God, who was dressed in the same color as the main god, stood in front of him, with the closeness and dependence in his eyes as usual: "We don't have to be in the garden now, do we?"

Hawthorne lowered his head and smiled, and led him into his temple.

This temple is based on the power of fertility, with the power of growth as the wall and pillars, and the power of reproduction as the dome. It is not made of real bricks and stones, so the human body cannot stay in it.But after becoming a god, existence itself transcends the material level. To Bai, this Harvest Temple is also a solid and heavy ordinary hall.

The hall is divided into many rooms, the largest of which are the places where the god of agriculture held the feast, and the small building across the back of the atrium is his own bedroom.These palaces have veils to separate the rooms, and the warm and dry wind flows in the air. When people approach, the veils will be blown away automatically, revealing the rooms decorated with exquisite tapestries.

And in the carpet of the largest bedroom, there is a low food table, which is full of food, and a silver jug ​​of wine is placed beside the table. The sculptures in the main hall of the religious temple are exactly the same.

The god of agriculture went up first, sat cross-legged behind the table, raised his chin slightly, and beckoned Bai to sit beside him.

Having been a cook for so long, Bai is quite familiar with Master Huo's habits. He went to the table and knelt down, picked up the jug and poured a glass of wine, without realizing that when he was pouring the wine, it was almost like the one in the Temple of Saturn. The posture of the dog legs on the statue is exactly the same.

However, when the wine was empty, he suddenly felt a mysterious change around him: the warm and delicate room seemed to expand a lot to the surroundings, the tranquility and harmony between the two were broken by countless small human voices, and the ground under his feet seemed to be Suddenly raised a few inches——

Looking back at the surroundings, they suddenly descended from the Kingdom of God to the human world, and appeared on the altar in the same posture as the statues in the temple!

He was so surprised that he just looked around and forgot that he was still pouring the wine.After the wine glass was filled, the fine wine in the jug no longer flowed out, but condensed in the air. Hawthorne picked up the wine glass and drank it down, took the wine jug in his hand and poured himself a drink, and peeled off a walnut cork into Bai's mouth.

The new god Bai was shocked and hadn't taken it back. He chewed walnuts and asked, "Why did you pour a glass of wine here? Which temple is this? Can they see us?"

"This is how the gods see the lower world. You can see all the temples with your god statues like this, and you can hear their prayers. But this method is the most elementary, and it will take longer for you to become a god , you can see your temple whenever you want without relying on overlapping scenes."

Hawthorne peeled a few more walnuts, fed them, and simply peeled off half a whole walnut, bit it between his teeth, and shared it with his own god.The small walnuts couldn't bear a few bites at all, and their lips touched each other. He pushed the remaining walnuts into Bai's mouth, and slid the tip of his tongue in, tasting the taste of him after becoming a god.

Maybe nothing changed at all, but psychologically it seemed to be better.Hawthorne stretched out his long legs, hooked back from behind Bai, wrapped him into his arms, pulled his hand away with his right hand, and kissed him slowly from the side of the ear.

Bai's ears heard Saturn's deep breathing. The carotid artery was bitten lightly through the skin. He had the illusion that he had become a prey and was about to be swallowed. He couldn't tell whether it was nervousness or anticipation. I also missed a few shots.The knees sandwiched by his side gently rubbed against the soft flesh on his waist, causing him to soften his waist all of a sudden. He could only support his body by leaning his shoulders and chest against Saturn's body.

And the sight of the lower realm temple that he saw stimulated his heart from time to time. When Hawthorne's hand reached into his neckline, Bai was so nervous that he almost forgot to breathe, and said repeatedly: "No... there are so many people here. People, believers are watching..."

"There are no believers here." Hawthorne chuckled, took off his turban and wrapped it around his eyes, and kissed for a while through the turban: "This is my temple, those people are just images and voices transmitted by the power of the temple , they can't see us."

Eyes were blindfolded, but hearing became sharper.The voices of the believers praying for a good harvest became more and more clear, as if they were ringing in his ears. How could they be from another world?

He still remembered that he was in the realm of the gods, and he completely believed in the words of the god of agriculture intellectually, but surrounded by this sound, the sense of shame poured into his heart like a tidal wave.When Hawthorne opened his long robe, he was dyed pink from his face to his neck, his lips were biting white, he pulled the belt hard and wrapped it around Hawthorne's hand several times, shaking his head again and again: "I don't want to After hearing this again, let's change the room."

I'm so shy...

Hawthorne's hands were bound and he didn't untie them. He just pulled the belt around his waist and slid it down little by little. He rubbed his cheek against his face and comforted him: "You don't need to leave, as long as you learn to use your divine power, You can control what you see and hear. Come, feel my hand carefully, use the divine power in your body to flow according to the place where my hand walks. Feel the source of your divine power here first...don’t worry , we will have unlimited time for you to learn to use divine power..."

The author has something to say: I won't write too many plots in the second week, and I will omit the part of becoming a god after writing it once.These two are actually very ordinary together, and they are suitable for living without shame, so it's over here.