Zombie: I made the immortal uncle Jiu by making clay figures

You can consider Chen Chen's various mysterious methods, plus he thought Ren had his own plans, so he seldom listened.

"Since Mr. Ren has protected the people, it is of course the people's blessing. However...

Lin said: "The name Jiangshen Temple is really shocking. It is better to change it to Jiuyin Mountain Shenshen Temple, so that people in the surrounding towns will also trust the teacher."

After Lin Gang was appointed to Luochuan and built the Shenjiang Temple, he also promoted Hailang.

However, the actual effect is low.

Except for the people in Renjia Town, the healthy people looked terrified or sneered at the name of the temple.

In short, it is basically impossible to become a god in the name of Shen Jiang.

"No, freeze the temple of God." Luo Chuan didn't listen to the advice at all.

I'm kidding. The zombie signal system only recognizes the Temple of the Dead. If he could change the name, he would have changed it long ago!

As someone who is destined to become the Zombie King, I care a lot about my name and I cannot change even a single word of it.

Chapter 372 Preaching

“But people are ignorant. Although Teacher Ren is very kind, it is difficult for everyone to agree with you.” Lin Jiu was worried about him.

Lost in thought.

That's called Shenjiang Temple, so people don't believe him?

Believe it or not!

Why would a god change his name because of the habits of mortals?

But it is really difficult to popularize it.

"People are ignorant... No, people can become smart!"

Ren suddenly gave a sly smile.

no way no money.

In fact, this city is not called the Downtown, but there are no valuable specialties or fertile land here. Because of its poverty and desolation, strangers call it a downtown.

Mr. Hao is a beggar in a small town. He is 17 years old. He wears a ragged robe, leans on a wooden stick, and staggers on the street, begging for someone to be kind and give food to the man who has not eaten for four days.

However, in the era of warlords, the people living here were not well fed and clothed. Where could they give food to the beggars?

650 "Have you heard? Ren Jiazhen is cooking porridge. As long as you worship their ancestors, you will have porridge and money!"

"Ah, porridge can be eaten by anyone. There are many beggars in the world, and the porridge has been distributed before it even arrives."

"that is……"

The gossip on the street caught Hao's attention.

As a town porridge, is there still a bank?

(Mr. Hao perked up, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him in the scorching summer, and immediately dragged his exhausted body towards Renjia Town.

After being hungry for a few days, Hao had only one idea in his mind: go to other cities and have a look!

A few miles away, he seemed to have spent half his life. When he arrived at Renjia Town, he was out of breath and dizzy.

“Is this a random city?”

He captured citizens on the edge of the city.

"Whore beggar, get out."

The man became furious and kicked Hao away.

Hungry and sleepy, Hao fell to the ground, his consciousness began to leave his body, and he thought his life was over.

Over a long period of time, he slowly regained control of his body.

"Want some water?"

A gentle voice sounded in my ears, Hao opened his eyes and saw a well-looking middle-aged man standing beside me, handing me a water bag.

The middle-aged man was wearing a thick and simple robe, with dark skin. He just looked ordinary in the city. Although he was a human, his eyes were gentle and full of kindness.

Hao pursed his cracked lips, took the water impatiently, and began to drink loudly.

He has been thirsty for a long time.

After drinking the empty water bag in one breath, Ah Hao burped with satisfaction. At this time, he felt uneasy and alert. Why did the middle-aged man in front of him help a slovenly beggar like him?

“Thank you for the blessings of our ancestors!”

The middle-aged man put his hands together and prayed in the air, comforting:

"I just thought you were dead."

This is Ren Zu’s disciple.

It smells really good.

Mr. Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he felt something was wrong.

It is not uncommon for rich people to build temples for their ancestors, cook porridge for beggars, and say auspicious words.

However, this middle-aged man does not look like a beggar. How can he join in the family busyness?

"Thank you!"

However, he still expressed his gratitude and carefully handed him the water bag.

The middle-aged man took the water bag and said:

“The Ren family fed porridge to the beggars in the town, but there were too many beggars and the porridge was finished in the morning. If you go there now, you may run in vain.”

After a moment of silence, he said "thank you" again.

The middle-aged man continued:

"But if you sincerely worship your ancestors, his elders will bless you and free you from hunger."

Xiaohao is even more strange.

People worship gods for comfort, but everyone knows that worshipping gods may not be useful.

Few middle-aged men believe in vain fairies.

"May I ask, which path did this ancestor take to become an immortal?"

People who build temples for their ancestors often say that their ancestors are working in the underworld.

Something like a mountain god, land god, or night god.

Mr. Hao has never heard of this cult... You didn't ask him. How do you know it is a cult?

You can tell from the name!

"I... don't believe in God. What you believe in is none of my business!"

Mr. Hao said loudly that he didn't expect to encounter a cult here.

As he spoke, he climbed up and tried to leave middle age in a strange language.

The middle-aged man slowly followed him, speaking in a relaxed tone:

"You're starving. What are you afraid of? Try writing a letter. You have nothing to lose!"

"Don't worry."

Mr. Hao just wanted to stay away from him and the followers of Jiuyinxian.

Although the world is chaotic now, there are all kinds of letters.

But the problem is that believing in zombies is ridiculous. If you are caught by the government, you may be directly sentenced to death for spreading rumors.

He was a mean beggar, but he didn't want to cause trouble.

“Brother, Jiujiang Silver God (is the real God. If you don’t believe me, I can accept it. Try to join the church of Jiuyin Stiff God (.” The middle-aged man lowered his voice and gave up preaching without a chance.

Nine Silver Gods (and the Church?

This cult is evil...wait!

Suddenly, a light came into Deng's mind.

"Maybe I can pretend to sneak into the Jiujiang Silver God Society and report to the government in exchange for a bonus..."

Thinking of this, Hao Meng stopped and looked at the middle-aged man:

"Then I'll go take a look."

The middle-aged man said happily:

"Brother, you must believe in the Nine Yin True God."

No, even if I die on the road or jump off the top of the city, I won’t believe anything. Nine Yin Frozen God (…Ah Hao snorted in his heart.

Chapter 373 Donating to the City God

He followed the middle-aged man silently. They crossed the street and stopped in front of the church. The middle-aged man knocked rhythmically on the gate of a courtyard.

Later, the gate of the courtyard opened and a white-haired old lady opened it for them.

The two men entered the yard and went to the side room with grandma.

As soon as the door of the room was opened, faint light rushed in. Sweeping Hao's eyes, he saw more than 20 people in tattered robes sitting on the quilt. They put their hands together, closed their eyes, and concentrated on worshiping the statue devoutly.

And sitting among the crowd was the priest.

The priest led a group of beggars to worship zombies in the church...

There are so many things to complain about in this scene that Hao suddenly doesn't know where to start.

As soon as the door opened, the believers turned their heads back, and Taoist Huang Hua, who was walking towards the door, also looked over here.

The middle-aged man took two steps, bowed and said:

Master Miaolin, I have a predestined person who believes in the Nine Yin True God.

As he said this, he waved to Ahao, motioning him to come closer.

Hao walked forward, looking at Lin Daoren.

This Lin Daoren has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyes are big. I understand. He has a sense of justice and does not look like a crooked person.

This person is Lin Jiu.

"If I send this person to the government agency, I can get a tip, right?" Hao thought.

At this time, he heard Lin Jiu smile and say:

"The donor looks terrible. He's hungry. Don't eat fast food first, I'll tell you a depressing ending ("

Is there anything to eat? Deng Xin said, That's great. Before I let you into the agency, I'll give you a free meal.

The white-haired old woman quickly brought a pile of white flour buns and a bowl of water.

Ah Hao ate voraciously and soon solved the problem of food and clothing.

Lin watched all this with a smile, and faced the stone statue of Ren, with a confused look in his eyes.

I have done what you arranged. Can you really make everyone believe you?

When everyone is full.

The middle-aged man put his hands together and said:

"Master, please tell me the traces of the Nine Yin Stiffness God."

Everyone put their hands together and shouted:

"Bless you, God of Nine Yin!"

Lin looked at the scene before him and did not like seeking such a blessing. He had always been suspected of imitating the church.

“Uniform and easily spreadable prayer gestures are conducive to the spread of information.”

Lin thought he just wanted to save some time.

"Jiu Shen (" is the chief philanthropist in Renjia Town. He is the father of Ren Fa, the richest man in Renjia Town today. He did good deeds during his lifetime and was buried in a dragonfly's water cave after his death. His feng shui was very good, and he made a fortune on a cloudy day and became a zombie.".

Lin Jiuqing cleared his throat and began to repeat the fabricated story overnight.

"After Master Ren became a zombie, he did not forget his original intention and saved the complaining girl Dong Cuihua. He protected the people of Jiuquan Town in the church, and the number of believers also increased..."