After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 316 Unpretentious Dreams

This talisman exchange meeting, until the end, still did not discuss any important results.

On the contrary, Jia Xitong and Zhang Ankang chatted together again. Both of them had the same hobbies and similar opinions. Jia Xitong still received his kindness in the past, and the two of them almost became friends.

But when the sun is red,
Zhang Ankang stood up reluctantly, "I should go back too."

"So early?"

Jia Xitong didn't give up. Isn't this exchange meeting about lunch?

"Haha, no."

Zhang Ankang didn't expect this seemingly wealthy little friend to be so down-to-earth, "I'm going back to do my homework."

The so-called homework is worshiping God.

In today's Aotian Continent, Zhang Ankang can be regarded as one of the rare cultivators who value talisman over martial arts.

Worshiping God every day is a compulsory homework for him.

This is very surprising.

"Speaking of which, a temple has just been built in my house. Do you want to go and see it together?"

Jia Xitong talked about his talisman temple that no one had visited, and extended an invitation to Zhang Ankang.

"Do you have a temple in your house?"

Zhang Ankang was taken aback when he heard the words, shouldn't it be that there is a god statue at home?
"what."

Jia Xitong nodded, and pulled Shang Yanting aside, "He helped me fix it!"

It was all shown off.

Looking closely at Shang Yanting's appearance, Zhang Ankang felt a little familiar, "Where did you see this fellow Taoist?"

"Teacher Zhang."

Shang Yanting bowed slightly to him, "Disciple Yan Qing, I had the honor to bring a monster to attend your lecture."

For Zhang Ankang, after all, he has taught too many disciples, he can't remember who Yan Qing is, but he can recall the word of Warcraft all at once.

"Aren't you... the one with the little furry beast!
What's the name of that little beast?Thin barrel? !

Zhang Ankang even remembered her name at that time for a little monster who was more talented than humans in drawing symbols.

Jia Xitong looked at Shang Yanting proudly, with that small expression as if saying: Look, I am more handsome.

"Yes."

Shang Yanting nodded slightly, then gently pulled off Jia Xitong's clothes with his fingers.

Why are you picking her up?
Jia Xitong turned around and looked at him.

At this time, Zhang Ankang suddenly realized that the name was a bit strange, "No, that monster is called Xitong, and you are also called Xitong..."

Shang Yanting withdrew his finger that was pulling her, that's what he meant.

"Hmm... I hit it."

Jia Xitong answered casually, "Jijika Sand Bucket is the name of that monster. Its nickname collides with my first name."

"Anthracene."

Zhang Ankang also didn't feel that there was any more suitable explanation.However, such an unorthodox name as the thin barrel can also be hit, which is powerful enough.

"By the way, do you want to go to my house to see the temple?"

Jia Xitong didn't forget the business, and invited him again and again.

"That's fine, I can just borrow the temple of fellow Taoist to do today's homework."

Zhang Ankang bent his left middle finger and ring finger, put his right palm under his left elbow, and made a standard amulet cultivating ceremony towards Jia Xitong

Then Jia Xitong deceived him.

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At the foot of Hsien Loong Peak

Zhang Ankang didn't expect that his disciple, who had only met him once, was actually the youngest peak master of Dingtian Academy. He recalled that he had been honored by others several times before, and he almost couldn't control his expression.

"Teacher Zhang, let's go."

Jia Xitong invited him up.

Zhang Ankang looked at Shang Yanting, only to see him nodding slightly to himself.

This young man is low-key and introverted, hiding his secrets.

He gave him a high evaluation in his heart, and followed behind the two of them.

As soon as he entered the temple of Fushen, Zhang Ankang's expression became serious and serious. He washed his hands, burned incense, bowed respectfully to the statue three times and kowtowed nine times, and finally lit the temple's own incense.

When he threw the incense into the bronze censer, the blue smoke rose straight up, misty and straight into the nine heavens.

Boom-!
Somewhere in the unknown, a piercing alarm bell rang.

In the deep stone room, an old man with withered palms was holding a giant tortoise shell full of patterns and shaking it.After a while, six octahedron stones fell out of the turtle shell.

Heretics have come out, and the Four Laws will be rampant.

Punish in the subtleties, but the martial art will last forever!
Seeing the result of the divination, the old man looked terrified!
He hurriedly picked up the turtle shell, trying to figure out who the heretic was.Unexpectedly, the other party seems to have some ability to forcibly interfere with the divination algorithm and results.Under forced deduction, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

"prophet!"

The waiter next to him quickly helped him up and looked at him in panic.

"nothing."

The old man wiped away the blood from his mouth, he looked outside, "Go invite the Valkyrie envoys to come..."

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"The Valkyrie Temple?"

the other side

Jia Xitong sat beside him, listening to Zhang Ankang's eloquent talk.

"Compared to the believers of the other four gods, the number of believers of the God of Martial Art is in the millions. The most fanatical believers built a huge temple to worship the God of Martial Art. There are the strongest saints of martial arts in it The host, and the spiritual speaker known as the prophet, serves as the medium of communication with God.

There is a place of pilgrimage for the majority of martial arts. "

"Wow!"

Jia Xitong listened with gusto. Shang Yanting had never mentioned these things before, "Isn't this temple very powerful?"

"Ah."

Zhang Ankang nodded, "Because the Martial Gods are extraordinary in people's hearts, the status of the temple in Aotian Continent is also extraordinary. Their identities are very special, if we see them, we have to avoid them."

A bit of Western medieval churchism.

However, the medieval church in Western Europe is not a positive role. This temple will not be a negative role.

"If Fuxiu can also build such a temple, what a sight it would be!"

Zhang Ankang couldn't help thinking.

As one of the rare cultivators who focus on talisman cultivation and supplemented by martial arts, he certainly has such a hope.

"I think it's very beautiful when the incense is strong."

As a descendant of the dragon, Jia Xitong's thinking is very traditional, and he even thinks that it would be better if Fushen can earn some incense money for them.At this time, the sculptures in the temple were staring at them benevolently...

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夜晚
Jia Xitong was dreaming again.

There are huge crowds of people in front of the Fushen Temple, five steps a believer, ten steps a fanatic.

Smoke rose from hundreds of bronze incense burners around.

Looking closer, the original two-meter-high pottery figurine figurine has become a 20-meter-high statue. The whole body is made of gold, and the statue has its own golden light.At this time, the believers around knelt down and shouted together, "Long live the God of Fu, the God of Fu protects me, the law of Fu is boundless!"

In the darkness, the little raccoon's black bean-sized eyes could be opened. She wiped her face with her small paws, feeling that Master Fushen had entrusted her with a dream.

Five steps to a believer, ten steps to a fanatic.

Hundreds of bronze censers belching smoke bigger than tall factory chimneys...

Thanks to him for daring to think!
Lord Fushen, you should face reality.

Jia Xitong said quietly in his heart, and then pressed against Shang Yanting's chest and yawned happily - facing reality like her.

(End of this chapter)