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

He thought for a moment, but still chose to sign up.

I opened the registration page and scanned it from top to bottom.

The events include 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, long jump, shot put... the range is quite comprehensive.

His gaze swept across the field, and he finally chose the 100-meter dash and the shot put.

Explosiveness and strength are two indicators that can provide a general idea of ​​a person's strength.

Zhang Wenhao put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and started doing calculations in his mind.

He had heard from upperclassmen about the prize money from the school sports meet when he was a freshman.

The money wasn't much, but it was enough for him to cover the hotel expenses for the past few days.

In addition, you can experience this extraordinary feeling of exhilaration beforehand.

If I continue at this rate of cultivation, it won't be long before I'm no different from Superman.

"That's strange, why do I suddenly feel like I don't like eating beef as much anymore?"

Zhang Wenhao was completely baffled and chuckled twice.

Then he shook his head, and before his check-in time was up, he picked up his phone again and opened "The Master of Fate".

Let's first look at the state of the person holding the incense.

[Ayun: Arrived at Yufang in Dongshi, the provincial capital, and met up with Wei Hongyao.]

[Wei Hongyao: Her mental state is stable; she is currently describing the origins of the fox demon to Ayun.]

[Wealth: Whereabouts unknown]

Zhang Wenhao stared at the words for a moment, then paused.

Ah Yun just arrived?

He remembered that Ayun had arrived in the provincial capital very early.

Logically speaking, given A-Yun's century of cultivation and the speed of her spiritual body, she shouldn't have arrived so late.

Zhang Wenhao frowned and opened A Yun's detailed status panel.

[Incense bearer: Ayun]

Current status: Slightly fatigued (has been traveling continuously for six hours)

[A-Yun sensed an unfamiliar incense scent on the road. She took a detour to investigate, but failed to find its source, thus delaying her for some time.]

An unfamiliar scent of incense?

Zhang Wenhao's heart skipped a beat.

Last night, the fox spirit said that there were people in the provincial capital who worshipped demons and monsters, and she could smell that stench.

Could it be that Ah Yun sensed the same group of people?

[Ding! You, the meditating spirit of the green lamp, have awakened from the shattered statue.]

The scene inside the fishing hut emerges like an ink painting.

In the video, Ayun is standing at the door of the fishing hut, wearing a light yellow dress.

The hem of her skirt was slightly dusty, but overall she maintained an elegant and composed demeanor.

A century of weathering may not have changed her appearance, but her temperament has undergone a complete transformation; she is no longer the same as before.

Opposite her, Wei Hongyao huddled in the corner, still holding the chipped statue in her arms, her eyes wide open.

Ayun looked at the statue in her arms, a subtle, unusual glint in her eyes.

The statue was missing a corner, and its wood was warm and smooth, much like the one in her arms.

It was probably a replica made by the villagers based on the statues they had back then.

Her gaze lingered on that for a moment, then shifted to Wei Hongyao's face.

"You are Wei Hongyao." She spoke gently, looking at the girl who resembled a frightened deer, feeling a pang of sympathy for her own past.

That's how the temple god is.

He couldn't bear to see people with nowhere to turn. He had taken in a girl when he knelt down in the ancient temple years ago; now he had taken in this young girl who was being forced into marriage.

They're the same, all the same.

Ah Yun sighed softly in her heart, but couldn't quite put her finger on what she was sighing about.

"The temple god sent me to find you."

Wei Hongyao nodded timidly and hugged the statue in her arms even tighter.

Watching this scene through the screen, Zhang Wenhao suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

The way A-Yun looked at Wei Hongyao was genuinely gentle, but it always seemed like there was something hidden in her eyes.

Zhang Wenhao touched his nose.

Why do I have this indescribable feeling?

It's like I'm with two people at the same time... No, that's not right, what kind of nonsensical analogy is that?

He quickly dismissed the thought; something just didn't feel right.

He didn't hesitate any longer and directly used his transformation ability on A-Yun.

I still prefer higher numbers.

[You used Transformation on Ayun, the Incense Bearer]

When I opened my eyes again, everything had turned gray.

Ayun's body stiffened, and she realized that her body was no longer under her control.

"Temple God-sama."

She lowered her head, her voice carrying a hint of excitement that she herself didn't even realize.

I still chose myself.

Zhang Wenhao didn't notice the hint of excitement in her eyes.

After taking over the body, the first thing he did was to inquire about the restoration of the idol.

"Have you found a shop that repairs statues?"

Ah Yun hummed in response, saying, "There are several wood carving shops in the provincial capital. I've asked around. They said they can use resin or something similar to repair it, but it will leave a mark that can be seen if you look closely."

"Later, Ayun went to an antique shop. The shop was small and hidden deep in an alley, but the owner seemed to know his stuff. He said he knew a master who specialized in repairing antique wooden artifacts. His skills were excellent. After the repairs and coloring, you couldn't tell the difference unless you looked very closely."

"I wonder if the Temple God is satisfied with this result?"

Are there any defects?

Now, even Zhang Wenhao himself was unsure.

Ultimately, whether it works or not is up to the game's narrator.

"By the way, what was that scent of incense you sensed on the road?"

Zhang Wenhao then recalled what the narration had said earlier, which was probably related to his mission.

Ayun seemed to have anticipated his question, and prepared her thoughts beforehand, delivering her answer fluently.

"After a hundred years of cultivation, A-Yun has seen many other wild gods, both big and small, besides the temple god."

She said, "Some are old trees in the mountains that have endured a hundred years of wind and rain, and were given a few sticks of incense by passersby, and somehow became spirits; some are stone statues in front of abandoned graves, and were rubbed by stray cats and dogs for a few years, and barely managed to gather a wisp of divine spirit... Most of them are not very powerful and will dissipate with a gust of wind."

"But the incense offerings in the provincial capital are different." A-Yun's tone became slightly more serious. "It's not something that can be formed by three or five villagers casually lighting an incense stick as they pass by. It's like someone has set up an incense hall, burning incense every day and lighting lamps every night, treating incense as their livelihood."

Zhang Wenhao frowned.

"And..." Ah Yun paused, a hint of unease creeping into her voice, "That smell is wrong. Ah Yun is quite far away, it's not the usual sandalwood scent, it has a very strong smell of blood."

"Ah Yun also encountered many passing Taoist priests over the past hundred years. They told their disciples that some evil gods do not eat vegetarian food, but only blood food."

"Such a god is not born, but is fed by people. People feed it blood, and it eats it; the more it is fed, the more ferocious it becomes. It cannot distinguish between humans and livestock, nor between incense and blood; it eats whatever it sees."

As Zhang Wenhao listened, he felt increasingly uneasy.

Isn't this just my dark side?

Blood food...

"It's a demon..."

The fox demon, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke.

"When people die, they become ghosts; when ghosts die, they become demons. They are worshipping demons," she asserted.