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Chapter 156
About 20 mind power clones flew out of Yang Chen's dojo.

The group of thought power avatars each turned into a streamer and flew towards the nearby village.

The village near the Fuzheng Temple is called Yanwangzhuang, with about three to five hundred families, and it can be regarded as a middle-to-lower village in the vicinity.

There are only a few dozen households with a family of three to five hundred.

Yang Chen's avatar transformed into a dream power avatar landed in Yanwangzhuang, looked at each other with a smile, and flew into a house each.

Yanwangzhuang.

In Wang Laogen's winter, there is nothing to do.

Peasants, without much entertainment, had dinner early, brought the whole family with them, and fell asleep before it was dark.

Sleepy and hazy, I don't know what time it is.

Maybe the moon is already in the sky, maybe it will be dawn soon.

Dajue himself stood up in a daze, and walked lightly towards a place along a bluestone path. This is a place where spring flowers bloom, and at the end of the road is a legendary sea.

Blue sea, blue sky, choppy waves, a hut facing the sea, beside the hut, there are many unknown flowers blooming, colorful and gorgeous.

"Where is this place?" Wang Laogen woke up and looked around inexplicably.

"How did I come to such a place?"

Spring is blooming, facing the sea.

This place is so beautiful, surrounded by fairy air, turbulent rays of light, waves of the sea, and blooming flowers. It is like the residence of saints and sages, not like the world of mortals.

Wang Laogen continued to walk, bypassed the hut, and stepped away from the flowers.

I saw a white horse tied to the front of the hut. The horse was tall and strong, without any variegated colors. Next to the horse, there was a young man with a back and a waist, a young man with flying eyebrows and starry eyes, who was waving a giant sword. The ax kept chopping wood.

The chopped firewood is arranged in piles, very neatly.

"Young man, who are you? Where is this?" Wang Laogen saw that the young man was upright and his eyes were clear, so he walked over and asked the way back.

Seeing Wang Laogen, the young man stopped the giant ax he was waving.

With a faint smile, there is an invisible majesty pervading.

"I'm Yanwangzhuang, the god of Fuzheng in the temple of Fuzheng, who are you?"

Wang Laogen was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed, "Young man, are you joking? The Yanwangzhuang you mentioned is the Yanwangzhuang in Weicheng, Chaotianhua Prefecture of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

The young man nodded, "Exactly."

Wang Laogen shook his head, "That can't be wrong, I am also a native of Yanwangzhuang. Now the old man has lived for more than 50 years and is about to turn sixty, but I have never heard of it. There is a blessing in Yanwangzhuang. Dezheng Temple."

"However, although there is no Fudezheng Temple, there is a Wanggong Temple, young man, you are talking about the Wanggong Temple!"

"The prince is a famous doctor hundreds of years ago, but he is not a god of good fortune. And you, at a young age, have no talent, no virtue, and no achievements in the world, but you call yourself a god, but it is not good. It's broken Yangshou."

The young man was Yang Chen. Hearing this, he smiled softly, "I don't know about it. The merit accumulated by the prince during his lifetime is not enough to become a god. He has already been reincarnated and reincarnated into a new birth."

"The god sitting upright in the prince's temple is my God of Fortune and Righteousness."

"Fortune is protecting one side. If you want the wind to get the wind, you want the rain to get the rain. As long as you worship the gods sincerely, the weather will naturally be smooth and healthy. If you don't worship the gods sincerely, there will be no harm, but there will be no benefits."

"If I had a spirit, I wouldn't be piled up with ashes everywhere, and my muscles and bones would fall off. Don't think about it, you must know that there is everything like diligence and thrift, and there is nothing like laziness."

Wang Laogen smiled, "Young man, you are joking!"

"What good fortune is there?"

"If there is really a god who can protect one side, even if you don't tell me, I, Wang Laogen, will definitely worship him devoutly and pray for the God of Fortune to protect Yanwangzhuang."

"Unfortunately, there is really no good fortune."

"However, in your last sentence, you said it too well. You are as thrifty as you are, and you are not lazy at all."

Yang Chen laughed, the situation changed, the sea, the hut, and the flowers suddenly disappeared, only Yang Chen's voice came, "You can tell at a glance whether there is one or not, so there is no need to say more."

"It's just that if you don't worship God now, I'm afraid that when danger strikes in the future, if you burn incense and pray to God, I'm afraid God won't be willing to help you."

"That's all I've said. Whether you worship God or not is up to you."

Seeing the changing situation and everything disappearing, Wang Laogen's face turned pale with fright.

Suddenly a strong force came and held Wang Laogen's body.

Frightened by this, Wang Laogen was at a loss and shouted, "Help, help!"

All of a sudden, he woke up from his sleep.

"Old man, why are you going crazy in the middle of the night, why are you calling for help?" Wang Laogen's cry woke up his wife who was sharing the same bed, and the wife muttered while looking at Wang Laogen who sat up in a daze.

"Isn't it just a nightmare, what are you shouting about, don't sleep fast."

Then he pulled the quilt, gathered it up, and fell asleep quietly.

Sitting there, Wang Laogen saw a picture in his mind, the young man's voice and smile seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"Ford is the God!"

"Could it be that there really is a god of good fortune living in Yanwangzhuang?"

Doubts in my heart make it difficult to fall asleep.

at the same time.

The same scene happened in other families in Yanwangzhuang.

Yang Chen's avatar transformed into more than 20 thought power avatars, and entered other families in Yanwangzhuang at the same time, until it was almost dawn, these more than 20 thought power avatars had already given dreams to all the people in Yanwangzhuang.

After entrusting the dream, more than 20 thought power avatars turned into a piece of light and shadow and dissipated.

In the Wanggong Temple.

Yang Chen sat upright in the dojo.

The light on the seal of fortune in Shenhun's hand dimmed for a while.

Yang Chen secretly regretted it.

This time, he used the supernatural power of dreaming avatars, consuming the 24 pure thoughts that had just been refined.

"There are a total of forty paths of thought power. Now that 24 paths of pure thought power have been lost, there are still sixteen paths of pure thought power left. There are not many supernatural powers that can be displayed."

"However, in order to make the people of Yanwangzhuang believe in themselves, they still need to use their supernatural powers to change this Wanggong Temple."

The plaque in the Wanggong Temple today is still the word Wanggong Temple, and the clay body in the temple is still a kindly prince holding a dragon head and a cane.

Yang Chen looked down at the Wanggong Temple, the talisman in his hand vibrated, and several divine powers descended. The Wanggong Temple took on a new look, and the three characters Wanggong Temple in the middle of the temple were still transformed into four gold-plated symbols shining with divine light. large characters.

The four big characters are created by divine power, in Liugong font, with slender and powerful brushwork.

In addition to the changes in the characters on the plaque, the clay-bodied golden body sitting in the Wanggong Temple has also flowed and deformed, vaguely resembling Yang Chen. This clay-bodied golden body is young and handsome, holding a weeping willow in one hand and A pair of golden scissors.

On both sides of the young man, there are two hideous looking ghosts that look like menacing gods.

It is the clay-bodied golden bodies of Wei Tao and Feng 18, two ghost emissaries.

After the transformation is completed, the Fuzheng Temple consumes the divine power of the Eight Paths.

The symbol of fortune dimmed again.

Of the forty paths of thought power, only the remaining eight thoughts are still stored in the seal.

"Any kind of supernatural power used by the gods will consume thought power. The thought power collected and refined just now is almost exhausted in an instant. I need to quickly collect and refine the thought power of all living beings for my use and turn it into supreme divine power."

Now the matter of being separated into a dream is over, all that is left is to wait for the changes in Yanwangzhuang.

Yang Chen himself was not sure whether the people in Yanwangzhuang would worship Yang Chen, the god of good fortune and righteousness after this incident.

With this clone dream, the people of Yanwangzhuang must come to burn incense more or less. As for how many devout believers there are, it still needs continuous efforts.

After finishing the work, Yang Chen immediately returned from the night tour.

Entered the ancestral aperture of the physical body.

With a swipe, he opened his eyes.

At this time, it is the darkest time between the sky and the earth before dawn, but when the darkness passes, it will be the time when the sun will burst out from under the horizon.

"I don't know how many people in Yanwangzhuang will believe in me?"

Yang Chen planned to go to Yanwangzhuang after dawn and take a look for himself.

(End of this chapter)