I, mouth gun, number one in the world [Transmigration Book]

After all, Duan Cangyu and C were "invited" into the temple by the two teams of men in white with their guns pressed against their backs.

The temple is resplendent and magnificent, the walls and pillars are inlaid with gemstones of various colors, glowing in the candlelight and moonlight, which is not inferior to the "Hand Pickable Stars" of the Xinghe School.There is also a warm aroma in the air, which makes people forget that they are in the desert.

It's just that all of Duan Cangyu's attention was attracted by the crowd crawling on the ground.They were humblely kissing the floor tiles of the temple, some were muttering words, and some were beating their heads against the ground in a frenzy.But no matter which one it was, they turned a blind eye to the man in white leading two strangers passing by.

This group of believers stretches all the way to the end of the temple.

Duan Cangyu himself does not have any religious beliefs, he is an atheist, and he even had a negative impression of religion because of various modern news, but he has been here for a long time and he can somewhat understand this group of people.

In the ancient times when all aspects were backward, many things were too helpless. Apart from praying to God and worshiping Buddha, what hope could there be?

But this is too much... like evil/religion.

But to be honest, the Rat God Temple is capable of deceiving so many people.But a temple involved in the affairs of Jianghu, and still pursued the murderer thousands of miles away. Could it be that he really smeared others with crooked beatings?

Thinking of this possibility, Duan Cangyu's teeth began to ache.Coupled with the mysteries of the world, Duan Cangyu's mind was a little overloaded.

At this time, he thought about the benefits of Fu Qiancheng again.

Simple, rude and direct.

At the end of the temple is the inner hall, Duan Cangyu looked up, the inner hall is separated by a purple gauze curtain, through the purple gauze curtain, a statue and several men in white are looming.

Could this group of believers be queuing up to look at the rat statue?

Soon his question was answered.

The purple gauze curtain opened a small corner, and a man in white came out from inside—it was a woman.

Although they are all in white clothes, Duan Cangyu can clearly feel that this time this person should be a high-level person. On her veil and white clothes, blooming lotus flowers are embroidered with gold thread, and there are pearl chains hanging around her waist, all of them are full and round. Longan size.

Treacherous, but not vulgar.

"Let's go back later."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, the temple boiled like water into boiling oil.

"Holy lady, why is this? We've knelt down and prayed for blessings for two days. Could it be that the Rat God still doesn't want to drop the magic medicine?" asked an old man at the front of the line.

"If your heart is not sincere, what's the use of people coming?" The woman said coldly.

"This...this...how did this happen? The Rat God's Wisdom, the Holy Maiden's Wisdom! We sincerely worship and believe in the Rat God, and are willing to give everything for the Rat God!" The old man lowered his head tremblingly, With difficulty, she climbed to the woman's feet and kowtowed, "Saint, please talk to the rat god again! We really can't do without the magic medicine!"

"Yeah yeah!"

"Saint, we are sincere!"

The believers' voices came and went, but the woman remained unmoved, "So—you can pray for a few more days."

After speaking, the woman ignored the reaction of these believers and went straight to Duan Cangyu and C.

"A foreigner." The woman looked directly at Duan Cangyu, without even looking at the short C.

Duan Cangyu was uncomfortable being stared at, and as soon as the woman approached, the sweet fragrance got closer. Duan Cangyu wanted to sneeze, so he took the initiative to attack and said, "Saint...what can I tell you?"

"I heard from Shenwei that you are spying on the temple?"

"I'm looking at it openly, I just happened to pass by and was curious." Duan Cangyu shook his head, his face didn't turn red when he lied.

The woman smiled when she heard the words, and raised her hand to take off the veil on her face. Under the veil, there was a face like a fairy with a bit of exotic charm. She was well-informed and had been influenced by film schools and various movie stars. Duan Cangyu was startled.

The saint walked around him for a few times, and finally stopped in front of him, narrowing her eyes to look at him, her voice was soft and charming, "Really?"

Duan Cangyu froze for a few seconds and nodded, "I came here last year, but I didn't see any shrines here, so I couldn't help but take a look."

"Are you satisfied now that you've seen it?"

Duan Cangyu nodded again.

"Do you want to be a believer in the mouse god?"

Duan Cangyu shook his head.

"Do you have any relatives in a foreign land?"

Duan Cangyu continued to shake his head.

"That's good." The woman raised her eyes to signal the man in white, "Drag it out and kill it."

Duan Cangyu:? ? ? ?Why doesn't this tmd follow the routine?

"Why?!" Duan Cangyu roared.

"Except believers, living people cannot enter the temple."

Damn, so evil?

Duan Cangyu opened his mouth, and found that he couldn't say anything to refute. He had no strength in his body, his head was dizzy, and he could only be dragged by the man in white.

"He is willing to believe in the mouse god!" The long-neglected position C shouted out, not forgetting to wink at Duan Cangyu.

Duan Cangyu understood, and immediately said: "Give me some time to understand the mouse god, you are too sudden."

The woman's eyes turned on Duan Cangyu's face, pinching her chin, as if she was thinking, after a long while, she said, "Forget it, today is the sacrificial day, so it's inconvenient to see the blood. Lock them in the cellar first, and wait for the sacrificial day to pass." Argument."