Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

A dazzling white light flashed, and the corpse puppet was blown into pieces.

In the end, only a bright silver bone was left.

Wan Zhuliu waved his hand, took the bone back into his hand, and looked at it carefully.

I just felt that it was heavy and seemed very hard, but I couldn't tell what else it was.

He simply put it away, glanced at the lightning still remaining in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"The power of this palm thunder is far beyond my imagination. I haven't even used my full strength yet, but it easily killed the corpse puppet. It seems that these so-called low-level spells are only more than enough to deal with ordinary monsters compared to those of the great gods."

Thinking of this, he felt more confident.

However, we cannot underestimate the entire Red Mansion just because the deputy owner is weak.

He still remembered Old Li’s reminder last time.

He still remembered the other party's words, "The owner of the Red Mansion has profound magic."

The OP he was referring to must not be this corpse puppet, but the black wind that rescued the corpse puppet last time.

Then, Wan Zhuliu collected his mind, concentrated his body into a solemn and dignified form, stood on the branch of the willow tree, and looked down at the people who came.

"Since you have seen the divine image, why don't you worship it?"

The deafening sound reached below, like rolling thunder, and immediately shocked the people back to their senses from their surprise.

Even the two officials from the Tribute Tea Bureau who were about to flee could not help but tremble all over and bowed down like the villagers.

"I pay my respects to Lord Willow God, and ask the gods to forgive my sins, revive the hundred acres of red pine tea garden, and save the people from danger!"

Everyone bowed loudly, each of them extremely respectful and with awe-inspiring expressions.

Obviously, the scene where Wan Zhuliu displayed his miracle and killed the evil spirit in public with his magical power [Palm Thunder] was too shocking.

Seeing this, Wan Zhuliu knew that he had finally stood up.

He couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Hmph! This deity protects the red pine trees from natural disasters and man-made calamities, and blocks out evil spirits from all directions, yet you fools keep offending me!

First, there was Wang Fugui who teamed up with the evil spirits and tried to cut off my foundation. Then there were the arrogant people like you who brought people to threaten me. You are really greedy!

Little do you know that praying to God with sincerity is effective. Ask yourselves, do you have any respect for God at all?"

After saying this, a pale yellow light flashed across Wan Zhuliu's body, revealing a look of compassion.

"Today, I will use my whole heart and soul to help Hongsong once more and save your eight hundred acres of tea garden. From now on, I will not accept your incense... and I will never see you again!"

Then, his incense-like body flew across the sky, and the rejuvenation technique surged out along with his vigorous magic power, spreading to the withered tea garden in the distance.

As time passed, the tea garden recovered its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly transforming from a withered yellow to a vibrant green...

When the last ray of light disappeared, Wan Zhuliu's incense body also entered the old willow tree and disappeared without a trace.

During this process, he not only used the rejuvenation technique to bury the roots of the willow tree deeper and farther, but he ignored the damage on the ground.

Even the originally dry branches were deliberately broken by the previous strong wind, making them look like they had been severely damaged.

"Grandpa Liushen, I'm sorry, Hu Zi... and the entire Red Pine is sorry for you... Wuuuuu!"

At this time, Hu Zi in the crowd was the first to react. He ran forward in three or two steps, stroked the broken branches of the willow tree, and burst into tears.

The villagers seemed to be infected, and they were all in a very low mood, burying their heads deeply under their bodies.

"This is a good god, and not an old god from the previous dynasty. Should we report him?"

One of the officials from the Gongcha Division sighed with deep feeling and looked at his companion beside him.

The latter was also infected by Wan Zhuliu's words and actions, and shook his head silently.

"In my opinion, just report this to the Western Sect. As for the God-stealing Sect..."

"Oh? According to you, this is the territory of the God-Stealing Cult. Even if we report to the Western Sect, they are too far away to reach us. And they probably hope to see more changes on the side of the God-Stealing Cult!"

"Yes, if that's the case, this Willow God might be able to survive in this world for a while longer!"

The two looked at each other and then agreed on how the matter should be handled.

He looked at the willow tree from afar again, found incense from the villagers, and lit a stick respectfully.

Then, the villagers followed suit, lighting incense silently, kneeling down and bowing devoutly, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the tea garden in the distance that had returned to its original state, as if something was missing in their hearts.

[Incense value +4]

[Incense value +5]

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A large amount of incense came like a tide, making Wan Zhuliu, who was possessed in the willow tree, smile with joy.

He performed this tragic drama perfectly!

It must be said that the gods in the past were too aloof. They never said a word when helping people and always made silent contributions.

This kind of atmosphere misled him for ten years.

If he had known this earlier, he would be able to gain the loyalty of the people. Why would he have wasted ten years?

Now he finally understood that if he wanted to help someone, he had to let him know and let him know that he had paid a lot.

Otherwise, who the hell cares about your feelings?

"Everything is for the sake of this god's incense value. You can't appear too often and respond to everything. This will discourage the people from working normally. I just need to build up enough prestige and come at the critical moment. I will definitely receive a lot of incense!"

Thinking of this, he no longer paid attention to the village and looked intently at the code.

His magic power has now advanced to the intermediate level, and he has gained a lot of incense. It is time to study advanced spells.

If I kill the corpse puppet of the Red Mansion, the Red Mansion will definitely not let me go.

Moreover, this apparition was seen by officials of the imperial court. Once it is reported, it is still unknown whether it will cause trouble!

"We must quickly become stronger. When the time comes, no matter if they are demons or ghosts, or lackeys of the imperial court, we will destroy them all!"

He was immersed in practicing magic, and several hours passed in a flash.

When he turned his attention to the outside world again, he found that the little fox had called her father over at some point.

In addition, there is a large group of foxes.

It was already late at night, and countless pairs of green eyes could be seen, like searchlights, scanning Wan Zhuliu so hard that he could hardly open his eyes.

He immediately revealed his true form, "It's the Fox King, what brings you here?"

The fox king was huge, almost the size of an ordinary horse, and he strode forward.

"Excuse me for disturbing Willow God. My daughter said that Willow God seemed to be injured while helping the people of Hongsong, so I led my tribe here to take care of him."

"Uh..." Wan Zhuliu was stunned, then he remembered that he was too immersed in his acting, and the little fox didn't know the inside story and took it seriously.

However, now that things have come to this, he can only make his fake play real.

He simply said, "Fortunately, thanks to the support of the people over the years, I've been able to barely survive. Thank you, Fox King, for your concern!"

"Is that so... No wonder I saw that Willow God's Yin Spirit was so stable, comparable to the previous City God. My worries were unnecessary."

"Is the Yin Spirit stable?"

Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but be shocked. It seemed like this Fox King had something special.

He hurriedly asked, "How can the Fox King tell that my Yin Spirit is stable?"