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

Zhang Wenhao stretched his body.

The feeling of time travel is very strange; my consciousness enters the so-called cycle of reincarnation and then floats into this world.

Even the face of this body is no different from that in the real world.

Living in this world, the accumulated incense power is no longer a string of virtual numbers, but a special energy that truly flows within the body.

The skills in the game are all interconnected; you can trigger them with just a thought.

Such a miracle can only be described as a miracle performed by an ancient deity.

Liu Xian's knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud, his face deathly pale.

But he did not kowtow until his head bled or beg for mercy.

Instead, he gave a bitter smile:

"What a miraculous intervention from the temple deity! When I was a child, I was bullied and ran to the temple begging you to help me. Where were you then?"

"Now that I've made it big, you're telling me it's all karma!"

"I hate you!"

By the time he finished speaking, it was a hysterical roar.

Zhang Wenhao watched calmly as he finished venting his grievances.

"Is that so? Then it is indeed my fault..."

Liu Xianlin looked up in astonishment, never expecting him to say that.

Do temple gods listen to the explanations of mortals?

But then Zhang Wenhao's words became sharp.

"All good and evil are determined by fate."

[Ding! You have used the skill "Transformation" on "Liu Xianlin"]

A wisp of smoke brushed against his face, and in a daze, he seemed to have returned to that summer night of his childhood.

He also spent the night curled up in this ancient temple.

Now, he's asleep again.

[Rehabilitating Liu Xianlin, a person with "evil" karma]

[Incense Power +20]

【Spirit +1】

Liu Xianlin wrapped himself in his prized robe, and even the venomous sneer on his face disappeared.

Ah Yun, who was hiding in the back, stared blankly at the face that was once so familiar.

"What's wrong, little girl? Can't you bear to see your own blood relatives die?"

Zhao Cai chimed in jokingly from the side.

Ayun shook her head: "I feel a little lost, but not too much regret."

She gently stepped forward and closed her brother's eyes.

"Bring wealth!" Zhang Wenhao turned his head and called out to it.

The weasel came over eagerly and bowed respectfully.

"What are the arrangements, Temple God and Immortal?"

He suppressed his excitement.

Could it be that it's going to impart some kind of magical technique to me? It felt a strong urge to try it.

With a single move, he could destroy those whose life force had been exhausted. He was truly a god descended to earth, invincible. The medicine people of a mere village could be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

If someone were in the mood and taught me a move or two, that would be an incredible opportunity.

It can even improve one's destiny without being harmed by fate or karma!

Zhang Wenhao's words were like a royal decree:

"The medicine man has violated the will of Heaven and human ethics. As a wanderer in this world, I must correct his mistake; at that time, you must protect the other temple keeper."

He knew very well that his physical strength was now no different from that of an ordinary person.

His detachment from the medicine man was largely determined by his own nature as a temple deity.

It's somewhat like a restrained relationship; he's naturally more adept at dealing with such wicked things.

At the same time, he sensed that his consciousness did not actually exist in the world of "Master of Fate," but was more like a projection.

Even if something goes wrong, it won't affect the core.

This gave him the confidence to stir up trouble in the Medicine Man Village, but correspondingly, he was much weaker in protecting others.

This order was issued to prevent the incense bearers he had been raising from suffering any misfortune.

"yes!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhao Cai immediately accepted.

Ayun looked up at the silhouette of the person in front of her, trying hard to remember his appearance.

She even couldn't help but want to touch the hands that had shielded her from harm.

Just for a moment...

"Ah Yun, what are you thinking? How can you blaspheme the temple gods like that in your mind!"

She abruptly interrupted her thoughts and said to herself in frustration.

Could it be that I've already developed impure thoughts...?

wrong!

It must have been the incense from the incense burning on the temple deity that smelled so good; as the temple keeper, it would be only natural that he would be attracted to it.

Looking at Zhaocai, who was also obsessed with sticking things on, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, I don't have the crime of a jockey committing patricide.

......

Cangling Village, a village with a tall tower.

This place, originally used for storing grain for generations, has now been turned into a playground for the village chief.

Sitting on the stage was a thin old man with a gray mustache.

This man was none other than Liu Changshun, the village chief of Cangling Village.

The root cause of all the drug-related problems.

He sat in the brightly lit area, downing one cup after another, his aged face flushed with intoxication.

The dancers below the stage were young girls from the village.

They swayed their not-so-flexible waists and performed with all their might, afraid of displeasing this local tyrant and being turned into medicine people.

Fortunately, Liu Changshun wasn't interested in those stiff, bluish-purple medicine people, which left the village girls with a way to survive.

"Keep the music playing, keep dancing!"

He downed another glass of strong liquor.

Suddenly, two candles at the base of a tower made of stacked candles went out one after another.

The candles here are made from the solidified fat extracted from the life essence of the medicine users.

Even the talismans that control the drug users are made with this as the base color and refined using special incantations.

Two more people died from the drug?

He couldn't help but frown.

Now, the villagers are only taking in people and not giving them out. As long as there is no way to directly cultivate the next generation through the medicine people, they are all consumables that are difficult to recover.

He and his cronies owe their extravagant lifestyle to the tireless work of these drug addicts.

Goods from the city, top-quality tea, and treasured spirits—all of these were obtained by exchanging the most basic grains from the fields and the blacksmith's iron blanks.

Thinking about this, he became increasingly agitated and even lost interest in the well-done Nuo dance.

He beckoned to his henchmen to come over.

"Go check whose two candles were extinguished."

"Alright, Village Chief."

The villager acting as a eunuch bowed and retreated with a smile.

He nimbly slipped to the candle tower, pulled out the extinguished candle, and carefully examined the bottom corner.

A short while later, he slipped back to the village chief's side.

"The village chiefs are Liu Gusheng and Li Youtian."

Very familiar name.

He pinched his mustache and squinted, pondering for a moment.

"When Liu Xianlin went out to see his younger sister today, were these two the ones he brought with him?"

The "little eunuch" scratched his head for a while before replying, "It seems, it really is them."

Liu Changshun even put his wine glass aside.

A sense of unease crept into his heart.

Liu Xianlin taught how to burn one's lifeblood to unleash the potential of a drug user.

If even this can go wrong, then I certainly can't rest easy.

Thinking of this person, he quickly added, "Send more medicine-gatherers to guard the village entrance. If they see Liu Xianlin, bring him to me immediately."

After giving his instructions, he pinched the talisman on the armrest of his chair, wanting the medicine people guarding the Gaozhai Pagoda to gather around.