Yan Qinghang returned to the Changsheng Inn, drank a pot of tea, and returned to the kitchen to do "Fengden".

After more than two hours of trying, he finally succeeded in making the first product "Fu Fengden".

However, he was afraid that the power of a first product was not enough, and he went back to the kitchen to do two more, and ate three first products in one breath.

After all, this is disaster relief, not subtle, consumption will certainly be relatively large.

When he came out of the guest house, he found that the sun had risen long ago, but looked down and saw somewhere in the southwest, also over the village, still covered a large cloud.

At this time, he hurried back to the village and went straight to the land temple.

Although the wind and rain were not big last night, but still not small, through the rain curtain, see the rice fields around, as if there are many villagers.

And the whole army of rice fields was destroyed, and I did not see a piece of it that stood.

Oh, hey?

He heard, as if he were calling him, what was going on?

But the wind and rain sounded too loud, he did not hear clearly, saw a villager just rushed through the land temple, came out and asked: "Feng San uncle, where are you going?"Do you know what they are shouting?”

He pointed to the people in the rice fields around him.

And Feng San uncle paused for a moment, suddenly stopped, saw Yan Qingyingao on the surprise: "Qinghua, you are not dead?"

Yan Qingkang heard a few black lines immediately popping up on his forehead, saying, “Uncle Feng, what am I not dead?”This is... what’s going on?”

"Haha, you are not dead, not dead, the whole village is worried about you, everywhere to find you can not find, think you have..."

Feng San uncle looked up and down for Yan Qinghe, determined that there was nothing in Yan Qingyue, and then turned around and ran back and shouted: "The blue sky is not dead, in the land temple, the blue sky is not dead..."

Not long after, the news of Yan Qing's death has spread throughout the village.

“Isn’t the sky really dead?”

After the old man heard it and was confirmed, the whole person relaxed, and then softened.

The people around him saw it, rushed to help, and a young staff member walked back with the old man behind his back.

“Go to the temple.”

The old man shouted, and he wanted to confirm it face to face.

At this time, many people went to the land temple, curious how Yan Qinghe was in the land temple, everyone looked for so long, how not to hum?

But when they heard that there was nothing wrong with Yan Qingyue, everyone was relieved.

The same is true of the staff of the program team, although they have nothing to do with Yan Qinghe, but if Yan Qinghe died.

It will definitely be rumored that the program team will kill people.

Moreover, Mr. Yan's cooking has completely conquered them, making them taste endlessly...

And Yan Qingyue, he poked his eyebrows at the statue of the land god, before he tried several times, but he could not use the ability of "five grain Fengden".

There seems to be a lack of media.

This medium, of course, is the land temple.

However, he stood in the land temple, still unable to use the "five grain Fengden", as if there is still something missing.

“The fire?”

A moment later, Yan Qingkang understood that the land temple was now lacking incense.

Perhaps, the villagers need to worship the land temple and pray for the land god to bless the five grain Fengden, so that he can make the ability to make the "five grain Fengden"...

Because now, he is not a land god, and he can only use the land god to release the power of "grain abundance".Moreover, the ability of "Fengden" is completely designed for the land god and the god farmer.

Others are difficult to use.

Even if it can be used, the effect is not obvious.

And because there is no land god now, if he does not receive the wishes and prayers of the villagers, this esote on the faith is unable to use the power of "Fengden in the grain" through the land temple.

That is to say, if the villagers do not need the land god, then the land god will not exist.

“Is this God’s presence?”

He frowned and did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.But he was sure that before that, there was no god in this world.

God suddenly came to the people...

feudal superstition.

For a moment, the trolls didn’t know how to choose.

In the past, he hated feudal superstition, but now it was his turn.He hesitated for a moment and said to himself, “Look at your choices...”

At this time, he went to the statue and smeared a handful of blood.

His blood is a little bit of a spirit for the gods, connecting the villagers, the land temple and him, so that his "grain Fengden" can be exerted.

As soon as he had painted the statue blood, he saw several villagers come in.

"You're not dead, it's too good."

“I said, ‘How can there be something in the sky?’

Not long after, more and more people in the land temple, there are villagers, staff, have been filled with small land temples, even outside are standing around people.

Everyone saw that the sky was okay, and they really relaxed.

Yan Qinghe saw that everyone was so concerned about him, and his heart was moved, especially the old man.At this time, he took the old man in his arms and even said "I'm sorry", so that he was worried...

“Shut up, how did you get here?”

Some villagers were curious to ask.

Everyone else is curious to see the sky, and they are a little surprised.

“Uncle Feng, do you have a candlestick paper treasure at home?”Yan Qingkang smiled and did not answer, but asked Feng San uncle, who was closest to the land temple.

“Yes, why are you asking this?”

Uncle Feng was a little puzzled, and the others were even more confused.

“Green Sky, what do you want this?”The old man asked doubtfully.

“Sacrifice the God of the land.”

Yan Qinghe hesitated, and said, "And sacrifice to the land god, that is, to sacrifice the earth, in order to keep peace, harvest, a good moral."

Everyone heard it, especially the staff of the program.

Chef Wang and Mr. Li heard each other, what is the situation?Is Mr. Yan still a theist who believes in the gods and gods?

They feel a bit strange.

When the horse heard it, it was thoughtful.

As Mr. Yan, he will certainly not go to boring things, and he must have deep meaning.In addition, Mr. Yan himself is a fairy-like existence...

Is it Mr. Yan who wants to borrow the hand of the land temple to save the rice fields?

“The earth carries all things, and it sustains all things, and grows grain to nourish the people, which is the reason why the people worship the land and worship the land...”

Yan Qingkang paused for a moment, then looked at Feng Sanfang, "Feng San uncle, please go home, take some incense candles and treasure paper for everyone to worship."

Uncle Feng hesitated and walked into the rain curtain.

And the people looked at each other.

However, some villagers feel that they should worship the land god, and after thinking about it, someone went to the rain curtain.

Soon, when Feng San uncle took out the incense candle treasure paper and handed it to Mr. Yan, he asked, “Qinghe, is it really useful?”

“Anyway, there’s nothing you can do now, can you please have peace of mind, if it’s true?”

Yan Qingkong smiled and said, “Land god, but Bao grain Fengden, maybe after worship, the land god will fulfill everyone’s wishes, the rain will stop, the fallen rice will stand up on its own?”

People are listening to it, and it feels ridiculous.

It is really possible to hit the rain and stop, but the fallen rice is absolutely impossible to stand up...

At this time, Yan Qinghe lit three incense, in the eyes of the public, worshipped and inserted into the incense burner.And some villagers saw, anyway, in the land temple, there are candles in their hands, by the way, worship is a peace of mind.

Do you not worship God often?

God is a common thing for the villagers.

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PS: This is just a novel, everyone look at it, don't have to be more true!Please let go!