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Chapter 54 Time Kills...

Mandala organization.

"It's him, it's not wrong, it's him, I look left and right, the appearance of the spirit card is definitely him, and the name is also the same, there is absolutely no mistake."

"Is this guy really a native of the F-level dungeon?"

"Why can he come to other copies?"

"He is encroaching on other dungeon worlds. If he is allowed to continue to develop, we descendants of Spinach Star will have no room for development."

Let alone a mandala at this moment.

The entire Spinach Star's creatures were paying attention to Lanxing Lin Fan.

What he has done has exceeded everyone's expectations.

At least, in the dungeon world they experienced, there has never been such a native.

Spinach Star wanted to kill Lin Fan's many souls, but they were helpless and didn't know how to do it. Let's come to Blue Star, they are not his opponents.

Go to another copy to intercept and kill, and it is difficult to find the location of the opponent.

This makes people very helpless.

Just whatever.

They still have the desire to kill Lin Fan, and many spinach star powerhouses are waiting. One day, this guy will definitely appear in a B-level or A-level dungeon. When that time comes, he will be killed by force. time.

……

Blue Star, Sunshine District.

"The general road to the world of ghosts has been paved, and the main mission of the world ([-]) has been completed, but the third mission has not yet appeared. Is it because the opponent's G-spot has not been triggered?"

Lin Fan lay on the bed, rubbing his chin in thought.

It should be possible that this is the case.

The role of incense and Shinto is great.

Faith is something that can be found as long as it is a living creature, and one of the uses of incense and fire is to allow believers who believe in themselves to gain his power for a short time.

It wouldn't be impossible if it spread in Blue Star.

But the situation is slightly more complicated.

Will it touch some people's cake, which will lead to being suppressed? Of course, he is not afraid of suppressing him. After thinking about it, there are so many dungeon worlds, so there is no need to try it in Blue Star first.

Look at the copy column.

【Jianghu imperial power】

This is his first dungeon world.

Zhou Huaian.

Yang Miaozhen.

Time killing is very scary. He has been in Blue Star for so long, and he doesn't know how long the timeline of the imperial power in the world has passed. It may be decades.

The people I used to be familiar with may have turned into a handful of loess.

He can have friendship with people in the dungeon world, but he must not have love, because this thing will restrict his actions.

Spinach star is no longer his main goal.

He has only two goals now.

First: Spread the belief in all the dungeon worlds. If the creatures of Star Spinach want to complete the task, it depends on whether he agrees or not.

Second: Go through all the dungeon worlds to see how far you can improve yourself.

"Enter the copy."

The scene in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Familiar taste.

In the world of imperial power in the rivers and lakes, he is here again.

The era of King Wu has long since ended. I don't know if the former prince succeeded to the throne with the help of his aunt, but these things are not important to him.

That's the way the world is going.

Ever since he stepped into the Incense God Way, his perception has been very strong. Looking up, there are people gathered in the distance in the distance, obviously there are people living there.

Not long after, Lin Fan was very surprised by the situation in front of him.

Refugees in ragged clothes were everywhere, skinny, with withered faces, and it was obvious at a glance that there was no food and drink supplements, which made him a little puzzled, and it would be understandable if it was placed in the era of King Wu.

But now what the hell is this?

Could it be that the current dynasty is the same as that of King Wu?
If so, wouldn't it be in vain.

At this time, the desperate eyes of the group of refugees looked at Lin Fanzhong revealing a hint of begging, because Lin Fan's clothes were incompatible with them, and he looked like he belonged to a wealthy family.

I thought that if the other party did a good job and showed kindness, they might be able to live.

A woman walked up to Lin Fan with her child in her arms, "Master, please give me something to eat. The child hasn't eaten for many days and is about to die."

Although Lin Fan is not from this world, he hates these pitiful things the most.

He lifted the clothes covering the child, and found that the child's abdomen was swollen, which was a bit unseemly. He used the magic power of incense and fire, his eyes seemed to be able to see through, and he suddenly found that the child's stomach had long been filled with a pile of solidified soil.

This reminded him of Guanyin Clay, also commonly known as Kaolin Clay.

This soil is fine and does not contain sand, rocks and other impurities. It can indeed be eaten in small amounts, but if you eat too much, it will cause problems. Once you drink water, it will expand rapidly, solidify, unable to excrete, and eventually suffocate to death.

This is something that is eaten when there is a real famine and when there is no other way out.

Lin Fan raised his hand to consume the incense, pointed with two fingers, and took out the solidified Avalokitesvara soil accumulated in the child's abdomen, like fetching something from the air.

As the Guanyin soil was taken out, the child cried and cried.

Lin Fan gently stroked the palm of his hand, and the magical power of incense nourished the child's body. In the blink of an eye, the child's complexion gradually became rosy, and the dead air dissipated.

If someone with a bull head and a horse face sees this scene, they will definitely be furious. You **** we are waiting for this child to suffocate, and you actually made it alive. Are you stealing business?
The woman watched the scene in front of her eyes helplessly. People who lived in ancient times believed in ghosts and gods the most.

Pfft!
"God, the kind and compassionate god who saves the suffering, please save us."

The woman saw with her own eyes the gods fetching things from the air, and then touched them lightly, and her child recovered to health. In her opinion, only gods can do this.

After the woman shouted to be immortal, the surrounding refugees also knelt in front of Lin Fan, kowtowed and begged.

They didn't see miracles, but for them, if they could live by calling on the gods, then they would rather call on them.

Lin Fan shook his head, waved his hand, and took out the solidified Avalokitesvara soil from the stomachs of these refugees. In the blink of an eye, a pile of solidified Avalokitesvara soil exuding a stench appeared out of thin air in the distance.

The refugees immediately felt a lot more comfortable in their stomachs.

I am even more convinced that the one in front of me is a fairy.

He is a god of incense and fire condensed in the world of ghosts and demons. Believers will worship it, not only the offering of incense, but also a lot of food.

Once these are enshrined, they are all his.

Raise your hand and wave your sleeves.

Immediately.

A pile of food appeared in front of the refugees, which they had never seen before.

"Ah... food, these are food."

"Fruits, I saw fruits, these are only available to officials and rich people."

"Is it a hallucination?"

"Eat, this is not a hallucination." Lin Fan said slowly.

As his words fell, the refugees flocked, picked up the food and put it in their mouths. They were really hungry, and there was no food in their hungry stomachs. Even for them, if they could have bark to eat , that is a happy thing.

And in the world of Hundred Ghosts and Demon World, many believers who enshrined the Demon Slayer True Monarch Lin Fan rubbed their eyes when they saw that the food on display disappeared.

Like hell.

The tribute just disappeared in front of them.

Immediately afterwards, they were very excited, because this represented Zhenjun's response when he knew they were making offerings.

……

Lin Fan did not leave in a hurry, but waited quietly. After a long time, the refugees who had enough food and drink looked at Lin Fan gratefully, and bowed and kowtowed to him.

In their eyes, the one in front of them is an immortal.

No one can do this except gods.

This group of ordinary people respected and feared the gods, and they didn't dare to say anything before the gods spoke.

"How many years has it been since King Wu's dynasty perished?" Lin Fan said slowly.

The refugees looked at each other.

No one dared to speak out.

One of the men, who looked like a frail scholar, came out slowly, and bowed to Lin Fan, "Returning to the gods, the King Wu Dynasty has been destroyed for 50 years."

50 years...

I really didn't expect time to pass so fast.

That's right, the ratio of time passing is different, it is a long time for people in this copy world, but for Lin Fan, it is equivalent to staying in Blue Star for a while.

"Are you a scholar?" Lin Fan asked.

"Yes, the young one lives in Qingping County, and studied hard in Han Chuang for more than ten years."

"Who is in power in the dynasty after King Wu? Is it the former prince?"

"Yes, the former crown prince succeeded to the throne. Because the minister of the Ministry of War, Yang Wu, sacrificed his life to save him, he was grateful for this, so he never changed his surname. He took Yang as his country name, and now his grandson succeeds him."

After passing the inquiry.

He finally knew that in order to thank Yang Wu for his life-saving grace, or to recognize Yang Wu as his father, Yang Ting has always used Yang as his surname, and his descendants have changed their original surname and country name. For Zhou Guo, it can be regarded as repaying Yang Wu's kindness.

There is no way for them to become refugees. There has been a severe drought for several years, there is no harvest, and there are disputes between the rivers and lakes, and the horse bandits are rampant, making the people miserable. Even though the current king of Zhou has been thinking about cleaning up the horse bandits and restricting the power of the rivers and lakes, the effect is very little.

There are many masters in the rivers and lakes, and the relationship network of the various sects is quite complicated. It is said that some generals in the court are from the major sects, so the king of Zhou sent them to restrict the sects of the rivers and lakes. Isn't this letting them deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors?
Therefore, he clearly supports King Zhou's decision.

But when it comes time to act, paddle the whole way.

Just keep on procrastinating.

It has become a knot that is difficult to remove.

The scholar plucked up his courage and said respectfully: "I don't know the names of the gods, so I can worship them in the future."

They really met the gods.

Not those liars in the rivers and lakes.

For them, this is simply a matter of smoke from the ancestral grave.

Lin Fan pondered, the name of Emperor Lin Fan, the Devil Slayer True Monarch, is definitely not acceptable, and must be changed, but what name should be changed?

Thinking about this thing is really annoying.

"Nine heavens and ten lands, the most holy, the most virtuous, the supreme, the most wonderful, the myriads of the universe, the emperor Luo Linfan..."

Scholar:  …

It's a bit long, I can't remember.

Lin Fan said: "It can be called the emperor."

After speaking, he disappeared before their eyes.

When the refugees saw the emperor leave, they knelt respectfully one by one. They had to spread the news to let everyone know that we met a god and it was the god who saved us, otherwise we would have died.

And just when they couldn't recover for a long time.

A group of people from the rivers and lakes came on horseback and saw a group of refugees standing there, which made them very puzzled. These groups were indeed refugees, but their expressions seemed a little wrong.

When they came forward to inquire, they learned that there were gods, which made them wonder if the group of refugees were starving.

They all started talking nonsense.

……

Kyoto.

Lin Fan returned to this place again.

Fulai Inn.

When he saw the name of this inn, he thought of Zhou Huaian and Jin Xiangyu.

Go into the inn.

"Guest officer, please come inside." Xiaoer greeted warmly.

Lin Fan found a place near the window, sat there, and ordered some simple appetizers. There was a famine over there, but here it was the same as usual. Different places had different fates.

After a while.

"Guest officer, here comes your order." Xiao Er enthusiastically came with a plate and placed the food on the table one by one.

Lin Fan smiled, "Excuse me, has this inn been open for many years?"

"Is the guest officer a foreigner?" Xiaoer was very puzzled. Who in the local area would not know the Fulai Inn.

"Well, a foreign country is here."

"No wonder forget it, our inn has been open for almost 60 years."

"Is the shopkeeper's surname Zhou?"

"Yes, the shopkeeper has always been surnamed Zhou."

"Then I don't know what the name of the shopkeeper is now?"

"Our current shopkeeper is Zhou Dongcai."

"Is the shopkeeper's father Zhou Huaian?"

"Yes."

Xiao Er felt that this guest was a bit weird, but he didn't think much about it. There were many strange guests. After all, he was in this business. No matter what kind of guests he met, he had to treat them warmly and let them feel Excellent service from Fulai Inn.

"Is old man Zhou still alive?" Lin Fan asked.

"It's gone, our old shopkeeper passed away ten years ago."

For some reason, he had the feeling that he was traveling in time, with old scenes and old things, but he had no acquaintances for a long time.

"Excuse me." Lin Fan nodded, and did not continue to ask.

"Guest officer, take it easy, just say hello if you need anything."

Xiao Er turned and left to get busy.

He looked at the layout of the inn, feeling familiar, but it has been renovated over the years, and there are still changes.

It didn't take long.

A storyteller father and daughter came, and the surrounding guests were obviously interested, and they all waited. In their free time, drinking wine, bragging with friends, and listening to books by the way, that is also very interesting.

"What are you talking about today?" A guest asked.

"Guest officer, today we are talking about the rebellion of King Wu."

"Hush...these are all old stories, so I can't change them." The guest obviously heard it many times and was already tired of hearing it.

"Yes, King Wu tried to usurp the throne. Zhou Renzu was replaced by Yang Wu, the minister of the Ministry of War, as the crown prince when he was young. He survived. Later, some heroes such as Zhou Huai'an risked their lives to escort him to the outside of the pass."

"This Fulai Inn was opened by Zhou Huaian and Jin Xiangyu, which is why no one in the entire capital dares to make trouble here. The current shopkeeper is really reincarnated."

"Do you know that another wealthy businessman in our capital, the process of making a fortune is really miraculous."

"Oh, as soon as you mentioned it, I knew who it was. The grandfather of the rich businessman sold porridge at a stall. One day a customer came to his stall and asked for a bowl of porridge and a portion of tofu. After eating, he walked into the palace alone. After killing King Wu, the bowl became a treasure, and later the imperial court bought it back at a high price, and the vendor turned into a rich merchant, which is really enviable."

Lin Fan felt a little refreshed when he heard some deeds about him that everyone said, and he liked to listen to others' praise in silence.

As for him killing King Wu to finish his porridge at the booth, he was also a little hungry. I really didn't expect that there would be so many things in the future.

"The hero who killed King Wu was called Lin Fan. Since that day, he has never appeared again. I heard rumors in the world that this hero has two magical weapons, and he can take people's heads thousands of miles away. It was extremely terrifying, and later I presented these two magical weapons to Zhou Huai'an and Yang Miaozhen, I really don't know what kind of magical weapons they are, I really want to see them with my own eyes."

"Don't even think about it, you haven't even seen the shopkeeper."

"Hey, old shopkeeper Zhou is really good at hiding the magic weapon. It would be great if it was passed down."

while they were talking.

The shopkeeper Zhou Dong just arrived on the second floor. He also shook his head with a wry smile when he heard what the guests were talking about. His father's prestige is really too high, even after so many years, he has never been forgotten.

Hearing from his mother when he was young, he really couldn't imagine that his mother, who was so good to him, opened an inn in the desert before. It seemed to be called Longmen Inn, and that was a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife.

At that time, many uncles with fierce faces often came to visit.

But gradually less and less.

After all, time is not forgiving, and the world is dangerous, who knows when he will die.

"The shopkeeper is here."

The guests saw Zhou Dongcai at a glance.

Lin Fan looked towards Zhou Dongcai. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of Zhou Huai'an, but he didn't have Zhou Huai'an's heroic spirit, but instead revealed a kind of smoothness. Obviously, he took a different path and had a different temperament.

Zhou Dong just bowed his hands and greeted many guests.

"Shopkeeper, is the magic weapon still there?" someone asked.

Zhou Dongcai said: "When my father was alive, he didn't tell me too much about the magic weapon, and I only heard about it when I was a child. My father said that the hidden weapon needs something called a bullet to explode. Power, but the bullet is useless, it’s just a decoration.”

He knew that the guests who came here were not only because of the good service of his inn, but also because they wanted to inquire about the magic weapon. After all, there were rumors in the world that whoever could get the magic weapon would become the best in the world.

But how does he know where the magic weapon is.

At this moment, a fragrance hit.

Everyone looked along the scent, and suddenly saw a veiled woman walking slowly, with a 7-shaped object wrapped in cloth on her back.

Lin Fan was slightly surprised. If he guessed correctly, the young woman was carrying an AK.

What is her relationship with Yang Miaozhen?
Is it granddaughter?
Shopkeeper Zhou saw the woman and obviously knew her, "Si Lin, why are you here?"

"Uncle Zhou, let me come and see you." Yang Silin said.

Celine...

When Lin Fan heard this address, his face changed slightly. There seemed to be something wrong with the name.

Zhou Dongcai said: "It's good to come here, and I will stay in the capital from now on. Girls, don't always run around outside. After all, the current world is not too safe."

"Yeah, I know." Yang Silin nodded. Ever since her master passed away, she has been living alone, and has been doing chivalrous work outside, gradually gaining the reputation of a little heroine.

Just at this moment, a voice containing profound inner strength came.

"Hahaha...Little girl, the poor monk knew that you would come here, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yang Silin's expression changed instantly when she heard the voice.

Immediately afterwards, an old monk with several scars on his face and tattoos on his neck appeared.

Lin Fan stared at the old monk and frowned slightly. To be honest, he felt that the old monk seemed familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

The surrounding guests were also surprised when they saw an old monk appearing. They didn't know what the monk was doing here.

"Ghost-headed bald donkey..." Yang Silin's face was very ugly, she hurriedly untied the white cloth behind her back, held the AK in her hand, and pointed it at the other party.

The ghost head monk said with a smile: "Little girl, your magical weapon is indeed very powerful, but you don't know that the poor monk has already cultivated the indestructible magic skill of Vajra to perfection, even if you hold the magical weapon, it can't break it. Open the poor monk's defense, let's hand it over obediently."

The voice just fell.

The guests around were shocked.

Magic weapon?

Is this strange thing the legendary magic weapon?
boom!
Yang Silin fired a shot, but the number of bullets was so low that she couldn't shoot continuously.

Jingle.

The ghost head monk cast his golden body and let the bullets hit his body, then patted his chest, "That's all."

Then he opened his five fingers, a majestic suction gushed out from his palm, and Yang Silin, who was restrained by this internal force, kept approaching the opponent.

Yang Silin wanted to resist, but her internal strength was simply not comparable to that of the ghost monk, all resistance was in vain.

Seeing this, Lin Fan tapped the table with two fingers, and a peanut flew into the air. With a light wave of his finger, the peanut turned into a stream of light and swept away.

The ghost head monk felt the impact, raised his palm to resist, and with a puff, the peanut pierced through his palm.

"Who? Who dares to ruin my good deeds." The ghost head monk roared angrily, and at the same time he was very vigilant. The shot was a master, and he was able to break his golden body.

Ever since he practiced the Vajra Immortal Art to perfection, he has been invulnerable to swords and guns for a long time, and even the sharp weapon of magic weapon can't hurt him at all, but now his palm was broken by someone, which seemed really shocking to him.

"Ghost knife, it's been so many years, are you still alive?"

Lin Fan was really speechless, and he didn't know what happened to the ghost knife. From being a horse bandit leader, he was sent to the King Kong Temple and imprisoned. He didn't expect that he would transform into a King Kong indestructible magic skill, and he also possessed strong inner strength. Compared with the previous King Wu, he was only high but not low.

This kind of opportunity fell on him, it really has to be said that it is very strange.

Monk Guitou's face changed drastically. The nickname Guitou Dao was used when he was a horse bandit decades ago. It is impossible for anyone to know his nickname now.

He looked along the source of the sound, and suddenly saw a young figure sitting there, looking at him with a smile on his face.

The ghost head monk just wanted to reprimand, but for some reason, he felt more and more familiar with this face, he must have seen it before. In an instant, his brain storm swept violently, and he just wanted to recall who this person was .

Yang Silin also looked towards Lin Fan.

This face... She also felt very familiar.

"You are..." Guitou Monk pointed at Lin Fan, his tone became very strange, he was still thinking, but gradually there were outlines in his mind, but he didn't quite believe it.

"The knife is a good knife, but it's a pity that it's not too sharp."

"The butcher's knife is to become a monk, and to become a Buddha is to slap you to death with my palm. Do you remember?"

Lin Fan reminded.

In an instant.

The ghost head monk's face turned pale, and he pointed at Lin Fan with trembling fingers, "It's you, it's you, it's been 50 years, and you're still alive."

50 years?
Everyone who is shocked at this age is dumbfounded. They knew each other 50 years ago?

This is too incredible.

How can anyone be so young after 50 years.

"Ghost knife, I thought you were dead a long time ago, but I didn't expect you to be alive, not only alive, but you have also cultivated the indestructible magic skill of King Kong Temple. It seems that you have had many adventures."

Just as Lin Fan thought.

Guitoudao was imprisoned in the Buddhist pagoda on the back mountain. He thought he was waiting to die, but the idle Guitoudao looked around, and he found a hidden compartment. When he opened it, it turned out to be a martial art. In addition to the indestructible body of King Kong, there is also "Bodhidharma's I Ching Cleansing Art".

This is Dharma's unique skill.

For Guitoudao, he felt like he had found a treasure, and devoted himself to cultivation. In 30 years, he succeeded in cultivation and ranked among the top masters in the world.

When he came out of the Buddhist Pagoda in the back mountain, he killed the current abbot on the spot and became the abbot of Jingang Temple. It's just that he hadn't dealt with outsiders for decades, and he was not good at speaking. Who to do, it makes the whole Jianghu very terrified.

I know that there is a ruthless person out of King Kong Temple.

Guitoudao took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, "Lin Fan, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, I am not what I used to be, I really thank you for sending me to King Kong Temple, otherwise how would I It is possible to learn this extremely powerful martial arts, I..."

boom!
Lin Fan appeared in front of Guitou Dao in an instant, and slapped his abdomen with a palm, directly shattering the sea of ​​Qi in his dantian.

"Okay, you're useless now."

He looked at the dazed Ghost Head Knife indifferently. This kind of behavior is really cruel. You kick him down when he climbed to the tallest building after going through untold hardships. This behavior is really excessive.

"Ah... ah... my internal strength."

Guitou Dao stared, his whole body was already dumbfounded, he was running his internal force, wanting to feel the existence of internal force, but unfortunately his abdomen was empty, he didn't even feel it at all.

"Impossible, how is this possible, I am number one in the world, my internal strength." Guitoudao hugged his head, shouted frantically, stumbled and rolled downstairs, and then heard yelling from the street, obviously Guitou Dao was completely confused, and his mind was a little out of order.

It's normal to have ups and downs and suddenly lose your mind.

If he hadn't appeared, Zhou Guo would probably set off another bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. If the ghost head monk wanted to become the lord of the world, there would be another heroic extermination event.

Lin Fan shook his head, ready to leave.

"Stop..." Yang Silin called to stop him.

"Little girl, what's the matter?" Lin Fan asked with a smile.

"You...you're fine." Yang Silin wanted to say a lot, but she didn't say it in the end, her eyes struggled, but she shook her head.

Lin Fan nodded with a smile and left the inn.

After he left.

Zhou Dongcai said: "You have something to tell him, maybe he really is... the one we think about."

Yang Silin shook her head and said: "Master has been thinking about him all his life, but when I see him, I feel worthless for him. He doesn't miss Master. Maybe Master is just a passer-by in his heart. There is no need for it."

She has a letter from her master. The master has passed away, and she doesn't want the master to continue to be humble in the heart of the other party.

Zhou Dong thought for a while, then nodded silently.

Yang Silin has seen portraits, the master draws very vividly, obviously the master does not know how to draw, but he deliberately learns to draw from a famous teacher, in order to draw the person in his mind when the memory in his mind is gradually blurred.

She has also read that letter, the front part is the master's miss for him, and the latter part may be that the master is getting more and more angry, and he is already complaining and complaining about the other party.

From Yang Silin's point of view, her master is not like this.

It's just a personality change.

……

in the palace.

King Zhou pinched his temples, feeling very headache about the famine.

He has been working hard to make this country better and better, but natural disasters and man-made disasters are really hard to prevent. To solve the disaster, we must also think about the disputes between the Jianghu sects, which is also a big problem.

There are too many disputes among sects in the rivers and lakes, some dare to kill people in the city, ordinary officers and soldiers are not opponents, even if they know which sect this person belongs to, that sect will not hand over the person, just say they don't know where the person is.

"Ugh……"

King Zhou sighed, when will there be a loyal and courageous man like his grandfather.

Sudden.

"Why did King Zhou sigh?"

An ethereal voice came.

The shocked King Zhou suddenly became vigilant. Although there were many masters escorting him around, he was also afraid that the masters of the Jianghu would come to assassinate him. After all, the Jianghu is still out of control.

I heard that there is a ghost-headed monk among the top masters in Jianghu nowadays. He is very powerful, and his hard work is very good.

Followed by.

I saw a figure full of brilliance floating in the air.

"You are..." King Zhou stared, the scene in front of him was truly astonishing and unimaginable.

"The king of Zhou can call this deity the emperor." Lin Fan said indifferently.

"Emperor..."

This name is a bit arrogant. He is the king of Zhou, but the other party calls himself the emperor. This is really treasonous.

"Speaking of which, I have a close relationship with King Zhou."

"origin?"

"I don't know if King Zhou has ever heard of the name Lin Fan."

"You are……"

"As King Zhou thought, this emperor is a god. When your grandfather was suffering, this emperor couldn't bear it, so he turned into a knight and rescued him. Now this emperor sees that you care about the people, so he appears in front of you."

No matter how King Zhou is, praise is always the most useful.

Caring for the common people is what any emperor would like to hear.

Hearing what Lin Fan said, the King of Zhou was still a little puzzled, but there were all kinds of signs that made the King of Zhou trust him, but as an emperor, he couldn't believe what he saw casually.

Afterwards, Lin Fan raised his hand, turning a stone into gold. The interior of the palace was dazzlingly golden, and with a wave of his hand, the palace returned to its original state, as if everything that happened just now was a fantasy.

King Zhou has already believed it.

Because this is not something that ordinary people can do.

Apart from the gods, he really couldn't think of any other means to do these things.

"Please teach me the emperor." King Zhou lowered his posture. If the other party is really a god, then he is not worth mentioning as a human emperor in the other party's eyes.

Lin Fandao: "As long as the King of Zhou appoints this emperor as the head of the state religion and builds a temple to worship it, this emperor will ensure that the Zhou State will be in good weather, the country will be prosperous and the people will be safe, and at the same time, he will also solve the disputes between the rivers and lakes and the horse bandits for the King of Zhou."

"The emperor's words are true?"

"Of course it's true."

"Okay, there's no problem, I just ask the emperor to protect the state of Zhou." Zhou Wang bowed his hands and saluted.

"In that case, I will send a big gift to King Zhou in a while."

Lin Fan smiled, and the conversation with Zhou Wang was very good, much smoother than expected.

King Zhou was looking forward to it, not knowing what kind of gift the emperor was going to give.

……

Wasteland.

Lin Fan floated in the air, consumed the incense, and began to spread the rain. Although the incense was consumed a bit, there is something to be gained if you give it up, and you have to be willing.

All of a sudden, there was wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

Countless people looked at the top of their heads.

In an instant, the downpour of rain fell, which made the desperate people see hope. This is the beginning of the end of the severe drought.

Lin Fan returned to the world of ghosts.

I had already contacted Feng Zhuang, and asked Feng Zhuang to report to the leader of Zhenmagic Division that Emperor Lin Fan needed food, a lot, a lot, and now Lin Fan's status in this dungeon world was frighteningly high.

Let alone food, they would never hesitate even if the request was more exaggerated.

Lin Fan felt that the magical powers of Xianghuo were really domineering, and that small auxiliary means emerged one after another. He had a lot of money in his sleeves, and he directly collected the food.

Back to Jianghu Imperial Palace.

With a wave of his sleeves, he piled up the collected grains in the open space of the palace. The pile was so full that King Zhou's eyeballs were about to pop out.

There is really too much of this food, not only can solve the famine, but even have a surplus.

Lin Fan felt that it would be good if he could come to the dungeon at will. The supplies that are lacking here are piled up in piles over there.

There is no shortage of food in modern times. Although there are ghosts and demons making troubles, the people still maintain the previous order without the influence of war.

There will be no shortage of food either.

a few days later.

Under the order of King Zhou, the food was sent to the disaster area. When the group of refugees saw so much food, they all cheered and shouted Mingjun, Shengjun.

Some grain merchants hoarding grain wanted to make a fortune during the disaster, but when they saw so much relief grain sent by the imperial court, their faces became uglier and uglier.

No matter what era it is, there are not a few people who make money when the country is in trouble. It can even be said... the more benevolent the era, the more people who make money when the country is in trouble.

In ancient times, it was relatively rare, after all, it was to punish the nine clans.

So killing can be stopped, but not eliminated.

But if they don't kill them, they will definitely flood.

The king of Zhou didn't take all these credits in his hands, he only said that the gods blessed them, the emperor gave them gifts, and Balabala's was a big boast.

After solving the famine, the king of Zhou announced to the world that Lin Fan, the emperor, was made the head of the state religion of the state of Zhou, and built a temple to worship it.

The civil and military officials of the imperial court were very surprised by King Zhou's decision.

After all, it is not an easy matter to confer someone as the head of the state religion and build a temple to worship it.

But Zhou Wang had great trust in the emperor, so naturally he would not say anything to the officials.

The matter of incense was settled like this.

However, he also knew that it would take time. Although the King of Zhou had already made arrangements, the common people had their own thoughts and ideas. It wasn't that you said to make offerings, and they would actually offer them.

It is still necessary for him to show miracles, so as to slowly convince people.

Now he only needs a channel to display it.

When the channel appears, he can take his time without haste. When the people see the real miracle and find that what they pray for after believing in it can be realized, then there is no need for him to promote it himself, and the people will Crazy publicity for him.

night.

Fulai Inn.

Yang Silin stayed in the room, sitting at the table, holding her chin, she didn't know what she was thinking, and just stared silently in a daze.

Sudden.

When a figure appeared, Yang Silin was startled, thinking that someone was coming to snatch the magic weapon again, so she couldn't help becoming vigilant.

"I didn't surprise you." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing that it was Lin Fan, Yang Silin couldn't help asking back, and at the same time carefully sized him up, really wanting to see what's so good about the guy who can make the master miss him for decades.

But observing, she found that there was indeed a temperament worth caring about.

"Are you Miaozhen's apprentice?" Lin Fan asked.

"Do you still know my master's name?" Yang Silin seemed to be asking, but it was actually a mocking question.

Lin Fan said: "Of course, Miaozhen and I are good friends, how could we not remember?"

"Just friends?"

Yang Silin felt more and more worthless for her master, you thought about it, but in his heart, you were just a friend.

"I know your master's intentions, but I cannot agree, otherwise there will be trouble."

"Oh, trouble, what's the matter, isn't your family background right?"

"Recently, the head of state religion in the state of Zhou built a temple to enshrine it, do you know?"

"Hmph, of course I know, don't say...you...you..." Yang Silin was talking, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. It seemed that the emperor's name was Lin Fan, and she couldn't help but stare, as if seeing a ghost.

"It was you who cast a spell to make rain fall in the disaster area, and at the same time give food, and..."

"Yes, it's me." Lin Fan said.

"So you are a god?" Yang Silin is still somewhat interested in myths and ghost stories, and what she hears the most is that gods cannot fall in love with mortals, otherwise they will be punished by heaven.

"Yes." Lin Fan said.

Yang Silin covered her mouth, then lowered her head, "I understand, I really can't blame you, it's true that my master is not good enough for you, you are a god, she is a mortal, the difference is too big."

Hearing these words, Lin Fan was speechless for a moment.

I don't know where Yang Miaozhen found his apprentice.

Listening to this, it sounds a little unreliable.

It's just that Lin Fan kept smiling...

Fertilizer does not flow into outsiders' fields.

He decided to make Yang Silin No. 1 in the imperial power of the Jianghu.

She will suppress the sects of the rivers and lakes.

(End of this chapter)