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Chapter 147 Make a wish to Lord Misfortune God
At this time, Xia Xuan also stepped forward to support the body of God of Era.

Fortunately, this statue is actually quite strong.

Except for a broken head and some small bumps on the body, it didn't fall to pieces.

Xia Xuan looked at the statue and sighed: "So this is the God of Evil! I have seen records about the God of Evil in the library of the Sitianjian, but that ancient book records that the God of Evil is a god with eyes like bright stars and a face like a crown jade." Just, why does it look like a blue-faced fang?
It is rumored that he is in charge of killing disasters and has the ability to destroy the country. The more people die, the greater the malice in this world and the stronger his magic power is. He is indeed a dangerous god. "

Although Yun Youfu has never seen the true face of God of Misfortune.

However, in her imagination, the god of evil should not be too ugly.

So the little guy speculated: "It should be the people who made the statue based on their own fantasies about him? It's like Guanyin Dashi was originally a man, but the world carves him into a softer female figure because of his compassion and helping the world. , so in their imagination, the God of Calamity should be more terrifying and more like the God of Calamity."

Si Qiandu quietly watched the two discussing the Evil God with great interest, and suddenly asked a question.

"Aren't you afraid of him? It is said that if you are infected with the God of Misfortune, you will be easily entangled in bad luck, everything will not go well, and you will even die. The Tuoba Royal Family in Northern Xinjiang, who enslaved me before but was exterminated by Yun Lie, worshiped the God of Misfortune."

Xia Xuan suddenly stepped forward and covered Si Qiandu's mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about in the place of the God of Misfortune? Also, you just said the name of the emperor casually? Qiandu, although you are a foreigner, don't be so unrestricted!"

Yun Youfu didn't take it seriously, but instead dug up mud on the ground.

"The God of Evil must be a very good god. I heard that if the god has no offerings, it is easy to gradually weaken his mana and eventually disappear in this world. Let's stick his statue with mud and offer some incense!"

After finishing speaking, she held up a handful of mud and handed it to Xia Xuan.

"Xia Xiaotian, you are the tallest, can you stick me for a while!"

Xia Xuan nodded quickly.

"It's also our chance, let's help him!"

Xia Xuan was busy repairing the statue, and Yun Youfu looked at Si Qiandu eagerly.

"Brother Dudu, didn't we prepare the tribute and incense candles that were supposed to be incensed in the Buddhist temple? You go to the coachman and bring some here, okay~"

Si Qiandu looked at the way her little face was inadvertently covered with mud, his eyes darkened.

"it is good."

It took about an hour.

They finally glued the statue together and offered incense to the God of Misfortune.

Seeing the little guy praying devoutly with his palms folded in front of the statue of Evil
Si Qiandu's lips moved slightly, and he lowered his eyes and asked her.

"What wish did you make?"

Yun Youfu raised her face like a floret cat, smiling innocently and honestly.

"I still hope that God of Evil will continue to protect the weak, punish the wicked, and protect my father and Fufu, so that the world will be safe and healthy, and the weather will be smooth."

Si Qiandu looked up at the mottled statue in the center of the hall.

There was no reply to her again.

The little guy finished worshiping the God of Misfortune.

His gaze then settled on a faded mural in the God of Misfortune Temple.

In fact, she still had one wish that she didn't tell Si Qiandu.

Looking at the white mythical beast in the corner of the mural, Yun Youfu secretly thought in her heart.

If it was Lord Misfortune 300 years ago.

Should be able to find Fei?
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The three returned the same way.

When I walked to the previous fruit forest, I ran into the fruit growers who were going to smash the temple.

But at this moment, they are in their respective fields.

Looking at a mess of fruit trees, weeping loudly.

"Oh! The orange trees I've worked so hard to plant for a year are all broken by wild animals?!"

(End of this chapter)