Lord of Puro

Chapter 623 Temple Fair
Rong Sijiao looked around in his room and saw a peerless beauty.

Without thinking about anything, he threw out a handful of silver powder, which turned into a short knife and directly crossed Zhao Xiaowan's neck.

"Li Qi, I don't care who this person is. Even if I die, I have to take one away with me."

Chichi~
The record player smiled and said, "It's a puppet. You can do whatever you want. I'll ask my sister to make another one for me tomorrow."

Hong Ying was combing her hair. Rong Sijiao only saw a lock of hair flash in front of him and then disappeared.

Whose hair is this?

Is it the woman's who is combing her hair?
That woman didn't seem to move!

Rong Sijiao lowered his head and looked again.

The knife made of silver powder was gone, and his only remaining left hand was also gone.

Rong Sijiao fell to the ground wailing. Li Banfeng took back the two shadows and sat close to Rong Sijiao.

The wife had been staring at the two shadows just now: "Husband, what was that method just now? Why did an extra shadow appear?"

Li Banfeng smiled and said, "I am new to this as well. Basically, this is still a technique of hanging a figure with a shadow."

Hong Ying said, "Not entirely. This is a natural skill that Qilang learned. You were not at home at the time, so you didn't see it."

The record player was a little surprised: "This technique is amazing."

The family started chatting, Rong Sijiao stumbled to his feet and wanted to run out the door, but he saw a strand of hair flash by, and Rong Sijiao's calves were cut off from the knees down.

That strand of hair was jet black and straight, and it was obviously Hong Ying's.

Ke Rong Sijiao could not see Hong Ying's face at all. He only saw her sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him, combing her hair.

He glanced at the mirror on the dressing table, but because of the angle, Rong Sijiao still couldn't see Hong Ying's face.

Whether or not he could see Hong Ying was no longer important. Rong Sijiao had lost his limbs and the ability to escape. He was in so much pain that he would rather die than live. When Li Banfeng asked him questions, he didn't want to say anything.

Li Banfeng had a solution. He asked Jiuhulu to prepare some medicinal wine and applied it on Rong Sijiao's wound to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain.

Rong Sijiao no longer felt any pain, and his desire to survive returned. As long as Li Banfeng gave him a chance to live, he could find a way to reconnect his broken limbs.

"Seventh Master, I am convinced that I have fallen into your hands. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything I know."

Li Banfeng didn't have many questions to ask. The first one was: "What benefits did Neizhou give you that was worth your working so hard for Neizhou?"

Rong Sijiao replied, "For a job."

"If I report Meng Yuchun, I can get a job?"

Rong Sijiao shook his head and said, "Just reporting Meng Yuchun won't get you a job. There are many local gods in Xindi who want to work in Neizhou, but Neizhou can only accept three or five of them a year.
At this time, it depends on who has made more contributions. Only those who accumulate the contributions one by one can get this job. Just talking about the fact that I reported Meng Yuchun, it can only be regarded as accumulating more contributions, which can make the people of Neizhou look at me more. "

Li Banfeng sneered: "How cheap are you?"

Rong Sijiao didn't think it was mean: "Seventh Master, I'm not the only one who does this. Go and see the local gods in Xindi. No matter they are old or young, eight out of ten of them are sharpening their heads to rush up!"

"Do you report to Chu Shaoqiang every time something like this happens?"

"That's not the case. In the past, the state would send messengers to come every one or two months to collect information from the new land."

"Come once every one or two months? That's impossible?" Li Banfeng had stayed in Zhengjing Village for a long time, but he had never heard Qiu Luoye and Shui Yongquan talk about messengers.

He occupied the territory of Lord Bashan and had never heard of any messenger coming.

There are so many new places in the state of Provo. Is it possible that the messengers from the state of Inner Mongolia have to travel around once every one or two months?
Rong Sijiao obviously didn't say everything.

"It has come to this, so stop holding back when you speak."

Rong Sijiao understood what Li Banfeng meant: "I have made many contributions, which makes me different from others. I am ranked at the top, and the messenger thinks highly of me..."

In short, he has received special attention from the state and has become a regular contact person, and messengers will take the initiative to find him.

"Then why didn't you tell the messenger this time?"

"Something happened in Neizhou, and the messenger didn't come. I didn't want to give the things to Chu Shaoqiang at first, because I know that Chu Huaiyuan has a special relationship with you, and I was also worried that the news would leak out.
But then I saw that everyone was ready to take action, and if I didn’t report it, I would fall behind others.”

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "I'm not wrong to say you're cheap. Where do you hide your deeds?"

Rong Sijiao lowered his head and said, "Seventh Master, what do you want my contract for?"

"Did not say?"

"I'll tell you!" Rong Sijiao gritted his teeth, "I have a house on the top of the mountain. There is a well in the backyard of the house. My deed is buried in the well."

"Madam, please entertain the guests for me first. I will be back soon."

Li Banfeng left Suishenju. Not long after, Rong Sijiao trembled and fell to the ground, twitching continuously.

His person has been lost.

Li Banfeng came back with Rong Sijiao's deed in his hand.

Rong Sijiao shouted, "Li Qi, it's useless for you to take my deed. The people in my territory will never listen to you. They only believe in the God of Rongku!

If you want to be the local god in my place, I can help you. I will be a demon and assist you!"

"You assist me?" Li Banfeng smiled. "When the messenger from Neizhou comes, you report me again. I guess you will be rewarded again."

"I have severed ties with Neizhou and will never contact them again in this life!"

"Not in this life, let's wait for the next life." Li Banfeng left his residence.

Rong Sijiao's body completely collapsed, his soul escaped from his body, and he wanted to follow Li Banfeng and rush out of the house.

This is a unique method used by the local gods of the new land. They have died once, and although their status has been lost, Rong Sijiao still has some combat power left in his body. He can let his soul leave the body and act like a ghost.

But this ability is of little use. Not only the body can't escape, but the soul can't escape either.

The only good thing is that everyone doesn't have to wait for the record player to eat first, the soul and body have already been separated,
Hong Ying stood up and stepped on Rong Sijiao's body.

The record player extended its probe and captured Rong Sijiao's soul.

"My dear guest, my husband has this kind of temper. His words may be offensive. Please don't mind.
He just told you to wait for the next life, but that was just out of anger. You don't have to worry about it. You definitely don't have a next life.

Brothers and sisters, last time my husband brought back some rice dumplings, none of us got to eat them, so let’s eat some while they’re fresh.”

……

Click!

Cuitik walked to the foot of the mountain and stepped on a fallen leaf.

He picked up the fallen leaves, which were very thick and bright green.

The petiole looked very neat, not broken, but fell off naturally, but why would such a fresh leaf fall off the tree? Could it be that this leaf was created by the color cultivator using some technique?

Cuitik exclaimed: "It's so realistic! The color cultivator's attainments in painting seem to be no less than those of the painting cultivator."

Rabbit stood nearby, not quite understanding what Cuitik meant: "Are you saying that these were all drawn by the God of Glory and Withering?"

"Yes, they are all painted. From a purely artistic point of view, this is a great painting!" As Cuitik was sighing, he suddenly found that the fallen leaves in his hand were slowly fading. The bright green turned into light green, the light green turned into grayish white, and the grayish white turned into yellowish brown. The originally thick and fresh green finally turned into a patch of yellow and brown dead leaves.

"The leaves were already there, and Sexiu just colored them." Cuitik was a little disappointed and changed his mind. "Sexiu's painting skills are not that exquisite. Although his use of colors is still outstanding, the artistic value is greatly discounted because there is a ready-made composition base."

The rabbit couldn't believe it: "Are all the leaves on this mountain dyed?"

As he spoke, many leaves around him began to fade, the rabbit's lips kept trembling, and his big front teeth appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Not just these leaves, but this entire mountain." Cuitik jumped onto the tree and looked up into the distance.

The originally lush green mountains now appear a little gray.

The rabbit looked at it in the tree for a moment and his legs became weak.

How can it be!

The mountain has its own four seasons of prosperity and decline, and prosperity and decline all depend on the will of God!
"The God of Glory and Withering must be angry, and he is going to punish all living beings." The rabbit lay on the ground, kneeling continuously, praying silently, begging for forgiveness from the God of Glory and Withering.

Cuitik looked around. The Rongku Mountain, which was once lush and green, was now desolate. Most of the grass and trees had withered, and only the pine trees were still green. However, because they had been covered with paint for a long time, they looked lifeless.

"Stop chanting. The God of Rise and Fall won't respond to you." Cuitik patted the rabbit.

The rabbit didn't dare to move: "The God of Glory and Withering has sent down punishment. All those who disrespect the gods will be severely punished!"

"How to punish severely?" Cuitik asked seriously.

The rabbit didn't know how to explain for a moment. Cuitik picked up the rabbit and pointed to the corpse of a cow and asked, "Are you talking about him?"

The rabbit stared at the bison and said, "Yes, it's him! This bison was still alive yesterday, but it has become like this today. The God of Rise and Fall has a thought, and he..."

Cuitik checked the cow's body and said to the rabbit, "The cow died here because it ate poisonous paint. After it died of poisoning, its body was also severely corroded by the paint.

There are still a lot of residual pigments on this mountain, which are lethal to most creatures in this area, so you will not be able to come to this mountain to find food for a long time in the future.
But the good news is that you don't have to worry about punishment from Rong Sijiao anymore. He is a pure color cultivator. Everything you saw on the mountain was a scene he retouched with paint. Now that the paint is out of control, it proves that his life has come to an end."

The rabbit looked up at Cuitik and said, "You mean, the God of Flourish and Withering is gone?"

"Yes, he's gone." Cuitik didn't know how to persuade a rabbit, nor did he know how to persuade the creatures in this land in the future.

He returned to the original place and met with Li Banfeng, who gave him a good suggestion: "Don't persuade them, let the God of Glory and Withering persuade them."

Li Banfeng handed the two deeds to Cuitik and said, "You will be the God of Glory and Withering from now on. You will definitely get used to each other after spending more time together."

……

Inner province, boundless city.

Luo Lijun entered Xuanhai Pharmacy, and the pharmacist Lang Daoshou and the doctor Xie Baheng came forward to greet her.

"Meet Lord Luo."

Luo Lijun waved her hand and said, "Forget it. How's the research on the medicine going?"

The pharmacist Lang Dao Shou was a bit of a jerk. Just as he was about to speak, the doctor Xie Baheng said, "We haven't figured out the properties of the medicine yet. Sir Luo, please give us some more time."

"How much time do I give you?" Luo Lijun was angry. "There's a ready-made medicine in front of you, can't you just copy it?"

Xie Baheng was a crab, he quickly apologized: "I am incompetent, Lord Luo, please calm down."

"Where is Shan Yuzhu?"

Xie Baheng said: "Yuzhu has gone to buy medicinal materials and will be here soon."

It was Xie Baheng who was the one answering all the time. Luo Lijun was a little dissatisfied. She looked at Lang Daoshou and asked, "Are you mute?"

Lang Daoshou shook his eyes and squeezed out a sentence: "Yes, she will be here soon."

Luo Lijun angrily said: "What's the point of using a huge salary to support a bunch of useless people like you? If you don't see the antidote within three days, find an iron chain to lock yourself up and wait for imprisonment!"

Luo Lijun left, and Xie Baheng sat down on a chair: "What should I do?"

Lang Daoshou wiped his tears with his knife hands: "I still don't blame you?"

Xie Baheng said angrily: "Lao Lang, please explain clearly, why do you blame me?"

Lang Dao Shou yelled, "I have explained the prescription, but you don't have enough medical skills to understand the medical principles, and you still blame me!"

Xie Baheng took out a piece of paper and said, "Look at the prescription you wrote. Soy sauce, sugar, vinegar! Is this a prescription?

This thing of yours is more suitable for making sweet and sour crab! If you are trying to fool around like this, you might as well just stew me into medicinal soup!"

Lang Dao Shou burst into tears: "I speak with my conscience. I am doing my job honestly. Who am I fooling?"

The two quarreled more and more fiercely, and a scallop fluttered its shells and entered the pharmacy.

"Brothers, stop arguing. This potion is too special. We can't crack it at all. In my opinion, we should stop wasting time on this useless thing."

Lang Daoshou sobbed twice: "What if I don't do it? Go to jail?"

Xie Baheng waved his pliers hands and said, "It makes sense, why should we go to jail?"

Lang Daoshou spat and said, "Bah! You still want to be reasonable? Do you think Luo Lijun is a reasonable person?"

Shan Yuzhu said: "Since she is unreasonable, we can't be blamed for this. Let's run."

Lang Daoshou was stunned: "Where to run?"

Shan Yuzhu said: "We definitely can't go to the north, they won't take us in, but we can try the south, I have connections."

Xie Baheng lowered his head and said, "I have a family to support..."

Lang Daoshou stood up and said, "Sister, I'll go with you. I'll take my whole family with me. I'm determined not to go to jail!"

……

After leaving Rongku Mountain, Li Banfeng called Luo Zhengnan to ask about the whereabouts of the peddler.

Since the last time he disappeared, the peddler broke his pattern of movement and his whereabouts were difficult to determine. Luo Zhengnan contacted several old friends, and some of them said that they saw the peddler at Yesong Bridge. Yesong Bridge was Li Banfeng's own territory, and Li Banfeng was familiar with the road, so he ran to the place in half a day.

I looked around Yesong Bridge but didn't see the peddler. I asked someone and found out that he had left yesterday.

Li Banfeng asked the peddler where his next stop was, but because the peddler had changed his route, no one else could tell.

Where can I find him?

Li Banfeng returned to Lushui City, sat in the house in Xiaoyaowu, and looked at the clouds in the sky.

……

White yard, white house, white house and white walls. In the snow-white house, the peddler was cleaning a burnt mark on the back wall in the living room.

The burn mark was not actually that big, but the peddler found it an eyesore, like an ink spot on a piece of white paper. The more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He dipped it in soapy water and rubbed it several times. The burnt marks were wiped away very lightly, but even though only a trace was left, the peddler still felt uncomfortable.

He found some white paint from the truck, hoping to cover up the burn marks completely, but the color of white paint was too bright and looked a bit out of place.

This paint needs to be mixed.

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The peddler found some other pigments and mixed them into the white paint. When he felt that the color was similar to the surrounding colors, he took out a small brush, dipped it in paint, and covered up the burnt marks bit by bit.

After brushing it over and over again, finally no traces could be seen. The peddler was very satisfied. He took care of the flowers and plants in the yard and pushed the cart out of the yard.

After walking quite a distance, the peddler suddenly felt his heart beating fast. He looked back and found a figure in the yard.

The peddler pushed the truck back to the yard and saw Li Banfeng holding a lighter and burning the ivy on the back wall.

This is the back wall that the peddler had just painted with white paint, and a large area of ​​it was burned by Li Banfeng.

The peddler quickly put out the fire and asked Li Banfeng, "What are you doing here?"

Li Banfeng replied calmly: "Burn the house."

The peddler asked again, "Why did you burn my house again?"

Li Banfeng asked back: "Isn't this a fire cloud?"

"I'll make you a sunset cloud!" The peddler pulled out a feather duster and Li Banfeng started running. The two of them ran around the house and Li Banfeng disappeared. The peddler pushed the truck and jumped down from the cloud.

Li Banfeng was sitting in his room in Xiaoyaowu, daydreaming. A peddler rushed in with his cart and pointed a feather duster at him. “Didn’t I tell you not to burn down my house? Why are you there again?”

Li Banfeng woke up as if from a dream, shook his head and said, "It's not me!"

"What's in your hand?"

Li Banfeng lowered his head and found that he was still holding the lighter in his hand, with his thumb fiddling with the fire wheel, making a crackling sound as it lit.

He figured out one thing: what was the cause of the fire in Xiaoyaowu.

"This is so magical," Li Banfeng exclaimed, "I don't remember anything about it!"

"You have no impression? You burned my house down, how am I going to settle this account?" The peddler picked up a feather duster and started fighting.

Li Banfeng held his head and shouted, "Brother, put down the feather duster first. I have something important to ask you, but I couldn't find you, so I used the Cloud Gate technique."

"What do you want from me?"

"I told you about the boundary before. You said that it could only be used after 200 people passed it at a time. Then I did it."

The peddler put down the feather duster and rolled a cigarette for Li Banfeng: "Come, Junior Brother, sit down and talk slowly. Can two hundred people leave now?"

Li Banfeng said, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Two hundred people are too many. How about a hundred people?"

"One hundred people is not enough..." The peddler thought for a moment and shook his head slightly.

Li Banfeng said: "It's almost the New Year, so we'll save as many people as we can."

The peddler looked at Li Banfeng and asked, "Let them have a good New Year?"

"Yes! Have a good new year!"

The peddler murmured, "There is a group of people who may not survive until the New Year. They are few in number, so it would be appropriate to rescue them."

"How many of them are there?"

"Ten thousand."

"So many?" Li Banfeng's secret bridge can only carry 100 people at most. "If we want to bring all 10,000 people out, wouldn't it take 100 times?"

"A hundred times?" The peddler shook his head. "How can such a good thing happen? We are lucky if we can bring it out once."

"Then bring out a hundred people?"

"No, if you want to bring it, you have to bring it all out."

"How to lead?" Li Banfeng didn't understand.

The peddler thought for a long time and said to Li Banfeng, "Brother, go to Haichiling and get the cart at Sandaoling."

"Who should I ask for it?"

"Looking for Pan Dehai."

"Okay," Li Banfeng nodded, "I've been to the teahouse he opened. I should be able to find him there."

The peddler shook his head and said, "Don't go to the teahouse, don't go to his business. Pan Dehai is timid. If you go directly to his door, he will not dare to do some things.
Go to Sandaoling and hang out in crowded places. It would be best if Pan Dehai can find you directly. If he still can't be found after a day, ask someone where to rent an old car. After asking twice, Pan Dehai should come out."

Li Banfeng didn't know what the old car was: "My hidden bridge can only support a hundred people at most. If you put ten thousand people in the car, isn't it still ten thousand people? The bridge still can't support it."

The peddler thought about it and was quite confident: "I think this bridge should be able to withstand it, but I don't know if it can cross the boundary of Santoucha."

"Isn't the boundary of Santoucha different?"

The peddler nodded and said, "That's really different. You go to Sandaoling first and choose a suitable location with Lao Pan.

Brother, there is one more thing I need to tell you. You have to be responsible for the resettlement of the 10,000 people we picked up this time."

"That's easy. Send them all to Sheqiao Village in Lushuiwan. There were 30,000 there originally, and 10,000 more will be invisible to others."

"It's settled then. I'm going to find my lover!" The peddler pushed the cart and was about to leave.

Li Banfeng said angrily: "You asked me to go to Haichiling, but you went to have fun with your lover?"

The peddler turned around and said, "I'm looking for my lover to do serious business, it's not as dirty as you think!"

……

Li Banfeng went to Haichiling via Xindi, which is different from the route of taking the train. If you take the train, the first place you arrive at is Toudaoling, but if you go via Xindi, the first place you arrive at is Sandaoling.

Li Banfeng was very familiar with Sandaoling. When he came to Haichiling for disaster relief, the first place he came to was Sandaoling.

The layout of Haichiling has not changed. The first ridge is a city, the second ridge is three towns, and the third ridge is dozens of villages of various sizes.

These villages are very busy now. The New Year is coming soon, and every household is preparing New Year's goods, as well as offerings and worshiping the Seven Gods.

Ever since Li Banfeng controlled the insect plague, the custom of worshipping the Seven Lords in Haichiling has been preserved, and different places have different ways of worshipping.

At the first ridge, one would light a stick of incense and say a few prayers as a token of his sincere appreciation.

Erdaoling is quite different. There must be a proper tablet, proper offerings, and a strict worship process.

When you arrive at Sandaoling, there is a special Temple of the Seven Lords, and there are many rules for worship.

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, people would come to the temple to burn incense, set up a stage, invite a troupe, and perform seven operas in front of the temple gate. This was called cheering for the Seventh Master.

On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, people would go to the temple to burn incense and invite all kinds of artists to come and tell stories, sing songs, perform acrobatics and magic tricks. It would be lively from morning to night. This is called welcoming the triumphant return of the Seventh God!

Among all the Seven Lords Temples, the largest one is in Laobing Village. From the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month to the 7th day of the first lunar month, there are continuous temple fairs in Laobing Village. It is bustling with people every day and is even more lively than the city.

Li Banfeng stood in the temple and looked carefully at the statue of the Seventh Master.

The statue is wearing a suit and a top hat with a very low brim, so that the face is almost invisible.

Li Banfeng found this look a little unfamiliar, as he hadn't worn a suit for a long time.

A sturdy man passed by Li Banfeng, took a look and said, "What are you doing? Where are you from? You don't burn incense or pay respects, what are you looking at here? You are so rude!"

Li Banfeng turned around and saw that he recognized the man.

Niu Fuzhi is blessed and ambitious.

When Li Banfeng was fighting against insect infestation in Laobing Village, he once lived in Niu Fuzhi's house. After the infestation was cured, Niu Fuzhi was the first to step forward to build a temple for Li Qi.

When Li Qi went to Bianrengang, he also rescued Niu Fuzhi's nephew, Niu Guangda.

But now Niu Fuzhi didn’t recognize Li Banfeng. On the one hand, it was because Li Banfeng’s attire had changed too much, and on the other hand, it was because Zhai Xiu had a talent that was often overlooked.

Li Banfeng shrugged his eyebrows and left.

Niu Fuzhi snorted and said, "You are not happy after I said a few words to you. You look like you are from another place. Do you know where this is? You don't know how to show respect to the Seventh Master, and you dare to enter this temple!"

Li Banfeng strolled around Laobing Village for a while and saw Niu Jingchuan who was selecting seeds. Niu Jingchuan was a farmer and had made great contributions to the survival of Laobing Village during the insect plague.

He was selecting seeds. Every year he had to carefully pick a bowl of good seeds to offer to the Seventh Master. This was the rule of Laobing Village.

Li Banfeng squatted beside Niu Jingchuan and asked, "Is there anyone renting old cars nearby?"

"Yes! It's towards the village entrance."

Li Banfeng thanked him and left.

Niu Jingchuan picked up a few seeds, stood up suddenly, and looked around for the man who had just appeared.

Who is that person?

The voice seems a little familiar.

……

Li Banfeng walked to the entrance of the village and saw the so-called old car rental company.

The old car is a compartment carriage, some are pulled by horses and some are pulled by oxen. It can carry people and goods, and people can even sleep in the carriage. It is a means of transportation for long journeys.

When walking from Sandaoling to Toudaoling, many people hire this kind of vehicle. When choosing a vehicle, they usually choose an older driver who knows which roads to avoid and which people to avoid. Therefore, this kind of van is also called an old car.

Li Banfeng walked around the entrance of the village and saw three old cars waiting for work. Li Banfeng took a look and did not look for the oldest or the strongest one. He looked for the most virtuous one and asked, "Old Pan, are you out doing business?"

Pan Dehai looked around. He didn’t expect Li Banfeng to directly call out “Old Pan”.

"Sir, where are you going?" Pan Dehai wanted to continue pretending to be a coachman.

"Let's take a walk around first." Li Banfeng got on the car and Pan Dehai drove the car. Not long after they went a short distance, Pan Dehai left a fake body outside to drive the car and he got into the car himself.

"Brother Li Qi, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you must be extra cautious about this matter. If the news leaks out, it will be disastrous."

"The peddler asked me to get a cart from you. Is that this one?" Although Li Banfeng had seen many sophisticated construction techniques, he felt that this cart could not possibly carry 10,000 people.

Pan Dehai shook his head and said, "What we want to take is the old Haichi car. I will take you to see it later. I also have a good thing here. You can take it first."

Old Pan took out a small statue of a god from his pocket and handed it to Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng took a look and saw that the statue was wearing a suit and a top hat with the brim pulled down low.

This is the statue of the Seventh Master.

"What does this mean?" Seeing Pan Dehai acting mysterious, he probably didn't want to give Li Banfeng a decorative item.

Pan Dehai said: "This contains popularity, the popularity of the Seventh Master. Logically speaking, I should keep at least half of the popularity of my territory.
But I am a man of virtue, and I will not take advantage of you, my junior. Besides, we have such a deep friendship, I will give you all your popularity."

Is this what Pan Dehai said?

Is this person in front of me really Pan Dehai?
Li Banfeng stared at Pan Dehai for a long time. Pan Dehai frowned and said, "If you don't want it, forget it. How can I lie to you?"

"Can this thing really retain people's popularity?" Many people have told Li Banfeng that the only thing that can retain people's popularity is the ground seal.

"Whether it is true or not, you will know it after trying it." Pan Dehai took off a piece of talisman paper from the back of the statue.

Li Banfeng could feel the popularity surging among the statue.

If you become popular, just stop it immediately to avoid any more trouble.

Li Banfeng put the small statue on his head, and the vitality poured in continuously. It took more than ten minutes to absorb it all.

Li Banfeng was very surprised: "Why is this place so popular?"

Pan Dehai nodded: "If we wait until after the New Year, there will be more people. Now is the time to pay tribute to the Seventh Master."

"That shouldn't be the case. Haichiling only has a small population and it's only been two years. How could it be so popular?"

Pan Dehai sighed, "This really makes me envious. Popularity depends on sincerity. Hai Chiling's feelings for you are genuine."

PS: Where did Pan Dehai learn the method of storing popularity?
(End of this chapter)