The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

Don't believe rumors, don't spread rumors...

Looking at An Qing's supplement below, Zhang Wenhao recalled the various rumors that had been circulating recently.

Regardless of the speculation, it inevitably caused distress to the family members.

I reckon that's what got into An Qing, making her obsessed with burning incense and worshipping gods in temples.

When modern medicine is powerless, faith in deities becomes the only solace and salvation for the soul.

Not to mention that it has been spread in great mystery on campus, which inevitably leads to people clinging to some unorthodox methods.

Thinking about it, Zhang Wenhao clicked on her profile picture.

Since the temple she worshipped could be directly transmitted to her, it was undoubtedly an important clue.

This is a good opportunity to get closer to them.

"Hello, Senior An Qing. I am a freshman majoring in Mathematics and Science. I joined Senior An Yu's volunteer team earlier."

After the message was sent, it took about half a day for the "typing is in progress" message to appear.

What a wonderful feeling.

This was the first time Zhang Wenhao had ever sat in front of his phone, waiting for a girl's response.

After waiting for about ten seconds, a message finally came from the other end:

An Qing: "Okay, let's meet at 10:00 AM tomorrow in Room 308 of Teaching Building 4. Several other volunteer teams will also be coming. Let me explain the situation to everyone. Is your schedule convenient?"

Zhang Wenhao replied "Convenient" and then stopped checking his phone.

Game time is over.

【O ancient god of the green lamp, you have awakened once more from your slumber】

Zhang Wenhao immediately checked the situation at the temple.

As the first rays of morning sunlight illuminate the ancient temple, wisps of smoke begin to rise.

At this moment, the young girl Ayun was trembling and cowering in a corner of the temple, looking fearfully at the weasel that was bowing with its hands clasped in prayer.

Should you explain the reason to her?

You selected "Yes".

You have failed. You are just a wooden sculpture, without a mouth, and even in utter helplessness, you can only remain silent.

"..."

Zhang Wenhao couldn't help but swear when he saw the two short lines of text.

After playing with the girl's body for a while, he almost forgot that he couldn't speak normally.

The weasel slowly opened its mouth and explained:

"Little one, don't be afraid. My name is Zhaocai, and I am also a temple keeper in this little world."

It turned its body to the side and respectfully bowed its little paws toward the statue, thus indicating its stance and identity.

Ayun looked at it timidly, and seeing its sincere tone, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then, Huang Xian... please take good care of me in the future."

"Of course." The weasel stroked his little mustache, looking quite old-fashioned. "You, the temple keeper, may add oil and incense, sweep and wipe the ashes, but you don't know how to take care of things. Look at these lamp wicks, they're all cut unevenly. I'm sure even the immortals are quite dissatisfied."

Ayun lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed: "I only heard about making offerings to the gods from my elders when I was a child. I really don't know the rules. I hope the Yellow Immortal can give me some guidance."

Zhang Wenhao listened with great interest as the weasel spoke of the temple keeper.

I thought it knew something about improving the incense offerings, but it turned out to be nothing but picking on Ah Yun's little quirks.

With only two members of the incense-bearing group present, are they already starting an open and covert power struggle to establish their authority?

What a bad habit!

Zhang Wenhao clicked on the lucky charm's avatar and then "transformed".

You used "Transformation" on the person carrying incense to attract wealth.

Your soul has entered his seven orifices.

The weasel was talking excitedly, gesturing with its little paws about how long the wick should be cut and where the incense ash should be poured, when suddenly it froze.

His sly little eyes suddenly became hazy.

"Huang Xian?" Ayun asked tentatively when she saw that it was not moving.

The result, naturally, was no response.

"Could it be that the immortal... intends to possess my body?"

A trembling, fearful voice echoed within him, "I fear my lowly life would tarnish the divine dignity of the immortal!"

He could rattle off a string of little words.

Zhang Wenhao ignored it and instead faced Ayun.

"You just need to go through these trivial things every day, and you don't need to listen to its nonsense."

Ah Yun blinked, her voice unchanged after transforming.

In her view, it was as if the weasel was standing there, suddenly fell ill, and started having a fight between its left and right hemispheres.

"Is it... the Temple God, manifesting his power in the Weasel Spirit?" she asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, the girl's eyes lit up.

Compared to the strange weasel, the temple god who tacitly allows himself to stay in the temple is much more approachable.

This is true.

Whether playing games or not, Zhang Wenhao never had that arrogant air of superiority over ordinary people.

Next, Zhang Wenhao chose to leave the temple again.

Because of the "Hidden Gold in the Sleeve" fate effect, the probability of triggering events when it goes out is higher than that of the blank A-Yun.

Hidden Treasure in One's Sleeve: Fate and Talent

[Effect: Possesses a deep understanding of money and is destined to earn unexpected wealth]

It's obvious that this person is destined to have a storyline that clashes with reality.

【The Spiritual Lamp Master, you have taken the great second step】

The grotesque drug-infused men did not diminish your fighting spirit; instead, they fueled your determination to protect the villagers.

The narrator, as always, adds extra scenes.

Zhang Wenhao was speechless and let it go.

On the dirt road during the day, you can occasionally spot a few people.

He controlled the fortune-telling device and headed towards Cangling Village along the road.

The last time the blacksmith was converted into a medicine man caused quite a stir, so we need to be even more careful this time...

Your steps slowed, and the weasel's keen sense of smell detected a faint scent of blood.

Not far away, several burly men stood there.

He held a gleaming machete in his hand, and animal hides were still tied to his tattered belt.

At that moment, they surrounded a man in a blue robe with menacing expressions, shoving and cursing, knocking over several bundles of books.

[Your destiny of having hidden wealth has brought you good fortune; these notorious bandits must have amassed a considerable fortune.]

So this is what unexpected windfall was all about?

Letting bandits bring disaster upon us, and then searching for the body and stealing the money, can be considered an unexpected windfall.

Zhang Wenhao internally complained, but his body still honestly leaned closer.

With the blessing of the temple gods, the speed of this wealth-bringing body is now outrageously fast.

From the moment he decided to make his move to the moment he rushed to the group, it was only a matter of a few breaths.

"What is that?!"

The man with the broken eyebrow who was the leader was the first to notice, and he shouted in surprise and anger.

When the other bandits heard their leader shouting, they thought they were being attacked by the enemy and panicked. They quickly grabbed their weapons again and looked around.

The weasel bared its fangs when faced with the wicked bandits.

After becoming an incense bearer, it shed its lowly animalistic fate, gained the ability to receive human merit, and merged with the will of the Green Lamp God.

A yellow shadow leaped out of the grass and was reflected on the yellow earth.

"It's a weasel!!!"

One person noticed something amiss and screamed in terror.

"Run!"

His words abruptly stopped, and he collapsed with a thud.

Blood was splattered all over the ground.

Several corpses lay on the ground.

The incense-bearer, having brought wealth and rid the people of scourges, killed bandits and rescued scholars, suddenly felt refreshed and invigorated; this must have been a meritorious act.