There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 198 The Desolate Earth Temple
One night, since Shen Zhibai left, no one with predestined relationship came in. Although Yan Qingkong was a little surprised, he didn't think much about it and continued to make long lettuce.

In one night, he made more than 20 long lettuce dishes.

If you add the remaining dozen or so dishes, there are nearly forty long lettuce dishes.

"call--"

At this time, he stood on the steps, looked at the pale sky, and let out a long breath.

Cooking long lettuce all night made him very tired, especially mentally, he seemed to be exhausted.After breakfast, he went up to the bedroom on the third floor to rest...

As for the Giants.

When the eldest princess received it, she had already made a call, and when she returned to the bamboo garden, she called him again.

Two hours later, Yan Qingkong woke up, his whole body was full of vigor, without any trace of fatigue.He went around the mysterious stone platform and then returned to the bamboo garden. He saw Ma Lai and the eldest princess drinking tea with Brother Mao in a pavilion. As for the giant man, he ran to harm the bamboos again.

"Mr. Yan."

"Mr. Yan."

The eldest princess and Ma Lai stood up when they saw Yan Qingkong.

"You two are being polite." Yan Qingkong said with a smile, "Have you not thanked you two for making a trip to bring Juxia back?"

"You are welcome, Mr. Yan. It is an honor for me to know Juxia. I am willing to run ten times, not just once." Princess, don't you think so?"

"of course."

The eldest princess nodded with a smile, and then asked curiously, "Brother Panda is called Juxia? It's a very interesting name."

"Giant Xia, better than a great Xia." Ma Lai laughed.

"Brother Panda, Juxia Xiong, Brother Cat is called Huang Feiwu." Yan Qingkong introduced, and there is no need to hide at this time.

When Brother Mao heard it, he immediately stood up and gave them a slight salute.

"Haha, brother cat, you're being polite." Ma Lai said, fisted at brother cat, and gave a warrior salute.

At this time, three people and one cat sat down to drink tea, talking and laughing happily.

About an hour later, Ma Lai and the eldest princess said goodbye, and Yan Qingkong told Brother Mao, and went to the nearest earth temple.

The Temple of Earth is located in a corner of the old city, with an area of ​​only three or four square meters, which seems a bit down and out.

At this time, there was no one in the Earth Temple.

Yan Qingkong walked in, and saw a magical case against the north wall. On the case against the wall was an incense burner filled with incense bones. In front of the incense burner were five small wine cups with broken edges...

On the wall behind the divine case, there was a statue of the God of the Earth, but it was blackened by smoke.

The ground is not dirty, but it's not clean either. It seems that if someone is happy, he will clean it, and if he is not happy, he will not bother to take care of it.In the four corners of the top of the temple, there are some spider webs, and there is a big spider in the center of the web...

At this time, Yan Qingkong frowned, but didn't feel anything.

"Food harvests should be one of the main responsibilities of the God of the Land." He hesitated a bit, then thought for a while and said, "But speaking of it, harvesting the five grains seems to be Shennong's full-time job..."

Is it the Shennong Temple?

However, as far as he knows, the harvest of grains is also the responsibility of the land god, and it is still ranked first.

He turned around, then walked out of the Earth Temple, looked around, saw a small incense candle shop, went in and bought some paper treasures for incense candles, and then returned to the Earth Temple.

At this time, he lit the incense candle, bowed and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Is there a reason why there are no crops here?"

After a while, Yan Qingkong hesitated, but the vision he wanted still did not appear.

However, there is no farmland around this earth temple, and it seems that it has lost one of its important functions as an earth god.

Soon after, he drove to the suburbs and ran dozens of kilometers in one breath.

At this time, he finally saw a lush farmland with rice planted in it, most of which had already headed.

He parked the car on the side of the road and walked out.

"There is a good harvest..."

Yan Qingkong was thinking as he walked along the field ridge, and it meant that the year would be good and the grain would be harvested.

But the timing is already twelve o'clock at noon, which happens to be when the sun is at its hottest.

Even Yan Qingkong couldn't bear the sun.

At this time, he hurried back into the car and went to a village. After parking the car, he went to find the Earth Temple. After searching around, he couldn't find it, so he had to ask someone.

"Old man, where is the Earth Temple?"

Yan Qingkong was at the head of the village, asking an old man who was enjoying the shade under a big tree.

The old man looked at Yan Qingkong and said, "Why do you ask the Earth Temple?"

"Worship God." Yan Qingkong said.

"Worship God?" The old man didn't believe it, but he still pointed to a big tree not far away, and said, "Then, it's at the top of the tree."

Yan Qingkong thanked him and walked by, and saw a long stone standing under the tree, and an incense burner in front of the stone...

This is the Earth Temple?

Yan Qingkong was stunned for a moment, it was too crude, right?
The god of this land is so confused...it seems a bit miserable, there is not even a three-foot roof, and only a big tree is used as a temple.

Yan Qingkong sized it up and felt it carefully, then went back to the car and took out the paper treasure of incense candles, ready to pay homage...

But at this time, the old man walked over curiously, seeing Yan Qingkong holding the paper treasure of joss sticks, he was slightly surprised, and asked, "Young man, do you wish?"

"Yes."

Yan Qingkong smiled and said.

"If it's a wish, it seems..."

However, the old man didn't go on talking, he paused and said, "It's fine if you feel it."

If it's a wish, at least a chicken or a pig's head should be prepared, but if you don't pay attention, a stick of incense will do...

Yan Qingkong lit the incense candle, bowed and inserted it into the incense burner, and then went to burn the paper treasure.

When the paper treasure was burned out, he still didn't feel anything, let alone something related to the harvest, which made him a little disappointed.

What went wrong?

Or, simply thinking too much?

Yan Qingkong looked up at the top of the tree, then turned his head to look at the rice field outside, then turned to ask the old man: "Old man, how is the rice growing this year?"

"Okay."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said: "It's not much better, it's not much worse, that's it."

At this moment, Yan Qingkong took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, unpacked them, took out two, and handed them over, "What's your name, old man? Do you smoke?"

"Ro."

The old man took the cigarette and glanced at it. His eyes lit up and he said, "Good cigarette."

"Old man, I usually smoke less, if you don't mind, take it." Yan Qingkong said with a smile, and stuffed the cigarette into the old man's hand.

"That's so funny."

The old man hurriedly said that he didn't mind the unpacked cigarettes either.

At this time, Yan Qingkong and the old man chatted while smoking, mainly talking about the God of the Earth, which made him understand a lot.

When Yan Qingkong left, he returned to the car and took two packs of new cigarettes.

The old man said politely, took the cigarette with a smile on his face, looked at the leaving car and said, "This young man is not bad."

"Old Luo, where did you get the cigarettes?"

Not long after, someone saw the cigarette in the old man's hand and asked casually.

"It was given by a young man." The old man motioned.

"Hey, this is the ninth five-year-old, it seems to cost 180 yuan a pack." The man was a little surprised, "Give me a taste, I have never smoked such an expensive cigarette, try what it tastes like of."

"180 yuan a pack?"

The old man shook his hand, a little surprised.

Although he knew it was a good cigarette, he thought it cost only tens of yuan a pack, but who knew it would cost 180 yuan a pack.

Isn't that 800 yuan for a cigarette?

The cigarettes he usually smoked were only six yuan and a pack, and he couldn't help muttering: "What a boy, what a boy..."

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(End of this chapter)