I descend into the world of heaven

The nearest temple was Zhou Cang Temple. When Chen Chu came, he saw Miao Zhu holding a bucket of cement in his hand and using a small shovel to carefully smear the cracks on Zhou Cang's body.

Chen Chu followed the usual practice of offering incense to the gods. After all, he could survive in so many worlds without the help of the gods.

When the temple minister saw a young man coming in to offer incense and worship the gods, he quickly climbed down with a bucket. The pilgrims were worshiping the gods. He could not stand next to the gods, otherwise he would also be worshiping the gods. It would be very rude!

He put the cement bucket on the ground: "Young man, recently the statues of many gods, temples and palaces on our Bay Island have been cracked for no reason. If nothing happens, it's best to stay at home and not run around. I'm not here to paint a tiger orchid with you. The left eye Tiaocai's right eye is twitching. My right eyelid has been twitching since the statue cracked, and it's still twitching now. Look at it..."

Seeing Miao Zhu push his face forward, Chen Chu's face was filled with black lines, but Miao Zhu was right, his eyelids were indeed twitching.

The saying that a twitching of the left eye will bring you wealth and a twitching of the right eye will bring misfortunes is a folk rumor and does not exist in Taoism or Buddhism. In the real world, when Chen Chu was in school, his left eyelid twitched, which meant he was lucky and wanted to get rich! If your right eyelid is twitching, it means you don’t have enough sleep and need to take a nap!

Believe the good ones, don’t believe the bad ones!

Chen Chu smiled and said, "I think you are overworked, so you should have a good sleep and then take a look again when you wake up naturally."

Miao Zhu was not confident in his own judgment and laughed twice: "I hope so. As I get older, I am becoming more and more afraid of things." He picked up the cement bucket and went to the back room.

I saw someone walking away.

Chen Chu quickly took out the mini Mengjie sponge from his pocket, feeling a little guilty.

He looked at the statue of Zhou Cang and said: "Mr. Zhou, for the sake of the common people in this world, I will try to light the sacred fire from your side first. If there is any offense, please don't care about it for the sake of Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain." ha."

After saying that, he imagined that Meng Jie's sponge turned into a red flame crystal, burning brightly in his palm. With a slight push, he saw a small flame separated from the flame and landed on the forehead of the statue of Lord Zhou Cang.

Suddenly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Master Zhoucang burst into flames from the center of his eyebrows. Instantly, the entire body of the statue was covered in flames, and a burning sensation hit his face.

Chen Chu asked Meng Jie to change the picture to its original appearance, forming a small ball. If his guess was wrong and the flames spread, he asked Meng Jie's sponge to absorb the flames again.

Something magical happened.

There are cracks on the Zhoucang statue that have been plastered with cement. The cement that has just been inserted is being squeezed out at a slow speed, and the cracks are also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chen Chu was overjoyed. It seemed that he had guessed correctly. It was indeed the fire of the gods. It was the correct way to use it to light up the gods...

Just when the idol was completely healed.

The sky outside suddenly turned dark.

Chen Chu felt nervous!

The black sky is coming, damn, the troublemakers are coming!

The statue of Zhoucang, covered in flames, was trembling at a high frequency. The cracks that had been healed opened again, even more than before. All the flames gathered at the cracks to try to repair them.

Miao Zhu walked slowly from the side room with a bowl of noodles in his hand.

Chen Chu wanted to take back the flames, but the fire eyes refused to obey. Seeing the temple blessing getting closer and closer, there was a loud crack, and cracks directly traversed the entire body of the statue. The upper body fell straight down, and hit the incense table hard. The fruit was scattered all over the ground.

The incense table is an Eight Immortals table made of solid wood. It is very thick, but Mr. Zhou Cang's upper body is even heavier, and he actually smashed the table with three or four cracks.

Clang.

The bowl filled with noodles fell to the floor.

The Miao Zhu was dumbfounded to see that Master Zhou Cang only had his lower body still on the throne. He had been a Miao Zhu for half his life. He had never seen such a scene before. His lips were trembling, his face was pale, and he kept praying with his hands: "Master makes atonement for his sins. I don't know what happened." Whatever it is, I’ll hire the best craftsmen to reshape the statue into a better one for you!”

He looked at Chen Chu.

Chen Chu had already collected Meng Jie's sponge and raised his hands: "I...do you believe it or not?"

Miao Zhu looked at Chen Chu's not very strong figure, and then at Master Zhou Cang's strong statue. Not to mention man-made damage, even if he brought special tools to dismantle it, it would take more than half an hour.

Moreover, it was obvious that the break was a natural break. Even if the young man's innate supernatural power forced the break, it would still leave fingerprints, wouldn't it?

Chen Chu raised his hands as if he had been caught at the crime scene.

It made Miao Zhu very angry and funny. This young boy was too sincere. Worshiping gods can break the statues of gods. How did he come up with it himself?

At the moment when the statue of Zhoucang broke, the dark sky outside had returned to daylight. Just like last time, people in this world did not notice the changes at all. It was time to go to work, and it was time to go to school...

How to start a fire?

He was not allowed to use scriptures to save the little boy, nor was he allowed to restore the idol.

With such a sensitive dark sky watching him all the time, even if he was covered with a shield given by the gods, Chen Chu felt like he was at a loss in what to do...

Mingming, Mingming, this task is a bit difficult. If I complete this task, you must give me something practical and good to use!

Chen Chu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The experimental god's fire broke someone's statue of Zhou Cang, and it just walked away, leaving Miao Zhu, who was in his fifties, alone. It was a bit unethical to carry a statue weighing at least a hundred kilograms.

He stayed and helped contact the craftsmen.

Let's move the statue down together, then negotiate the price, and demand that the Zhoucang statue be rebuilt with the highest standards of luxury. Money is not an issue. Anyway, Pewter Stone has given five million in activity gold this time, so there is no need to save money.

After solving the problem of Zhoucang Temple, Chen Chu forcibly donated one million sesame oil money to the temple, hoping that the temple would live or die.

However, he didn't know Chen Chu's name at all. He used a craftsman's shovel to pry open the lid of the sesame oil box, threw the money in and rushed out the door. When he chased him out, no one was there, and he didn't know where he was. Which direction...

on the street.

Chen Chu walked slowly.

He was wearing a black hat, lowered the brim, and opened his eyes.

A strange scene came into view again. These pedestrians coming and going, even if the dark sky did not fall, there was still a black aura moving between their eyebrows.

No matter men, women, old or young, poor or rich.

At this moment, there was a roar in the distance, and as the crowd screamed, a bus lost control and hit the wall, breaking the wall. Half of the bus was inside the store and half was outside.

All the windows were broken, and the driver couldn't be seen, but he could see the various passengers in the half-car body windows outside. Some were hanging on the windows, lying on chairs, passed out, and some had their faces covered in blood. moan. Chen Chu was habitually silent. Car accidents happened too frequently in this world.

He looked into the air, maybe he was fishing for me.