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

The final list was completed quickly.

Besides Zhang Wenhao, only one other couple who were making up for lost volunteer time also chose Huangliangmiao.

The rest was easy; everyone could just go about their own business. The crowd was as if separated by an invisible current, leaving only Zhang Wenhao, the couple, and An Qing in place.

Afterwards, they didn't linger, packed their things, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Huangliang Temple.

In the car.

The people in the back row didn't know each other. They sat close together, looking at each other blankly, unsure how to start a conversation.

After the excitement, there was an unusually quiet atmosphere.

In the end, it was the young couple who broke the deadlock.

The boy extended his hand and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Zong Wenzhe, this is my girlfriend Bao Lianai, we are both majoring in information security."

Zhang Wenhao took the opportunity to introduce himself as well.

An Qing, sitting in the passenger seat, kept typing on her phone.

"Is it because of An Yu's situation?"

Bao Lianai spoke up with a clear and cheerful voice, showing concern.

"Hmm." An Qing's voice was very soft. "After all, it's something my sister left behind, so it still needs to be handled properly."

When this matter was brought up, Zong Wenzhe, an outsider, was somewhat indignant:

"Recently, there have been all sorts of rumors circulating at school about the senior student. Even though there's absolutely no truth to it, they're making it sound so credible!"

"Exactly, exactly," his girlfriend nodded in agreement. "They're clearly causing trouble for their families, and they don't even realize it!"

The two of them took turns talking, which got them talking, and they chatted about all sorts of things, starting with An Yu's recovery.

Zhang Wenhao did not join the conversation.

Such comforting words probably can't even fool oneself.

Did he lose control and jump off a building without warning?

And she was walking in front of her boyfriend, one after the other?

That's completely illogical.

If this kind of thing isn't due to something sinister in reality, then it's due to something sinister in people's hearts...

But that's not something he should delve into.

Outside the window, towering skyscrapers slowly recede into the distance, replaced by low-rise houses.

"arrive."

After the car came to a stop, the people got out.

The Huangliang Temple in front of me doesn't look as exquisite as it does after being heavily edited online. The oxidized and faded red bricks, green tiles, and yellow walls present a soft sense of vicissitude under the light.

A heavy and lingering feeling.

An elderly middle-aged man stood at the entrance of the ancient temple; his suit and tie could not hide his out-of-shape figure.

"Xiao Qing's here!" His voice was loud and clear, with a friendly local accent. "Are there only four students here?"

An Qing adjusted her glasses and nodded slightly: "Uncle Wang, thank you for your trouble."

Uncle Wang?

So that's how it works. No wonder you were so confident and assured me earlier that there wouldn't be any problems with the process.

"No trouble at all!" The middle-aged man chuckled. "This renovation has been going on since last year, and there have been a lot of problems. You two young men will have to put in a lot of effort."

After saying that, he led the group into the temple.

"There's been a lot of rain lately, and we're worried about the wood getting damp, so we've moved it all to the storage room. It's hard to bring the machines in, so we have to move it by hand."

"There are also some walls with peeling paint that need to be repainted by the painter."

"Also, the vegetation outside the temple is neglected and has grown wildly..."

Uncle Wang listed out the things he needed to do one by one, like a casual chat.

Because it was a weekday, the temple was unusually quiet, with only a few elderly worshippers offering incense and bowing in prayer.

His voice resonated like a booming bell in the empty temple, even possessing a touch of the uncanny.

"Alright, that's about it for the introductions." He clapped his hands and turned to the people behind him.

"Let's get started. The girls can go to the yard to pull weeds or follow the staff to remove dust; as for painting and moving wood, those dirty jobs can be left to the boys."

Zhang Wenhao was overjoyed. Whether it was painting or moving things, it involved moving back and forth between different halls, which would help him find his idol more easily.

The timber was all piled up in the storage room, located to the side of the rear hall.

Up close, you can smell the aroma of wood and earth.

He walked up to a short log, took a deep breath, and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

They were sent to different palaces.

Although fraud is not allowed in volunteer activities, the organizers will usually take some leeway for the students.

The remaining unmoved timber is mostly small enough to be carried in one hand, and it doesn't appear slender or artificial under the camera's lens.

Uncle Wang, who was standing nearby, kept taking pictures of the students working with his phone, just to record the process and avoid difficulties in proving it later.

Zhang Wenhao even deliberately took detours, trying to pass by as many statues as possible, but without making a ripple.

After several rounds of back and forth, it's basically certain that the statue of the Green Lamp God is not here.

After leaving the main hall and turning through several corridors, he stopped in a corner, carrying the timber on his back.

It was very remote; the towering courtyard walls blocked out the sunlight, and the shadows stretched deep into the distance. Right next to the corner between the two side halls was a very inconspicuous little niche.

Instead of the magnificent bronze statues in the main hall, the small niche contains an inconspicuous wooden statue.

He was about half a meter tall and was holding an old-fashioned oil lamp in his hand.

Found it...

The moment Zhang Wenhao saw it, even his breath caught in his throat.

The divine statue that appeared in the game has actually appeared in real life!

Despite having prepared myself mentally, seeing it with my own eyes still made my head spin.

He naturally reached out and touched the idol, just like in a game.

[Ding! You have picked up the "Statue of a Deity Worshipped at Huangliang Temple in Nanshi"]

[Ding! You have triggered the idol anchor point]

[Did it trace back to the ancient temple?]

[Ding! You have absorbed the remaining incense power from the statue.]

[Incense Power +120]

Before the words had even finished in my mind, the wooden oil lamp actually lit up with a blue flame, accompanied by a faint scent of incense.

He quickly opened "The Master of Fate".

The missing top left corner of the screen was finally filled in, and clicking on it revealed his own data panel.

【The Traveler: Ancient God with a Green Lamp】

[Level: lv1]

[Destiny: Ancient God with a Green Lamp]

【Body: 4】

【Spirit: 7】

[Incense Power: lv2 (312/1000)]

The narration began as scheduled.

【O ancient god who cultivates with a solitary lamp, you have finally encountered reincarnation once again】

[That was quite a roundabout way of doing things]

......

Ever since the temple god possessed the weasel last time, it has been acting strangely.

In the morning, he first stole some of the offerings, muttering something like "The mouth of an immortal leaves a lingering fragrance" as he ate.

Then he went out again, saying he would act on behalf of Heaven and slaughter all the bandits who blocked his way.

Now, only Ayun remains in the temple.

She squatted down beside the statue, wiping it again and again, and then carefully waxing it.

This was something she used to do every day.

But today is a little different.

She began to look forward to the statue's reappearance, hoping that the gentle yet powerful temple god would reappear.

Even just saying hello to her.

Just as someone who has seen the light can no longer bear the darkness.