After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Hey, isn't that that little bastard Wei Wu?" Not far away, Qin He, who had just come out of the bathhouse, looked towards the entrance of the alley with a strange expression.

Why do you run to the entrance of the alley in such a cold day to listen to a fake blind man’s fortune-telling?

Can fate be calculated?

The more you calculate, the thinner it gets.

If fate can be avoided by calculation, can it still be called fate?

"Hopeless."

Qin He shook his head and turned away leisurely.

Walking on the street, Qin He was aimless.

I have something on hand, but it's not very important.

First, King Xu Tianen of Zhongshan began to loosen up.

The amount of rice in the porridge given out became less and less, and the amount of bran became more and more.

I'll have to find a chance to give him some eye drops.

The second is the merit task.

How should I put it? As the miracles appear more and more frequently, the benefit is obvious, which is that merits are accumulated faster and faster.

No matter what the matter is, it spreads the fastest among the people.

The story of the green bull delivering a child last time had already spread.

There is also the story of Grandma Huang’s son recovering from tuberculosis, which is also spread as a miraculous story.

In just a few days, Qin He's daily accumulated merits had increased to more than two thousand.

Oh, someone will say it.

How can you accumulate merits without seeing the miracle?

It’s very simple. Zhang San went to the temple to make a wish today, and I’m going to take on a big business today.

As a result, a big business really came in that afternoon.

Okay, the next day Zhang San went to the temple to fulfill his wish, and his merits increased by 3.

During this period, Qin He did nothing and got 3 merit points for nothing.

Li Si ran to the temple to make a wish, I'm going to have shit luck today.

As a result, he really stepped on a pile of dog shit in the afternoon.

Okay, the next day Li Si went to the temple to fulfill his wish, and his merits increased by 5. By the way, he made another wish: I got ten taels of silver today.

No problem, I ran into an old man when I went out and extorted ten taels of silver from him.

Qin He did nothing and got 5 merit points for nothing.

This is the power of the temple's "spirit".

Ordinary people love to go there, and they have all kinds of strange wishes, many of which can be fulfilled even if they don't go to the temple to make wishes.

Time and life.

Another thing is the temple spirits. The common people are in awe of them and their hearts are sincere.

If your heart is sincere, the value of your merit will be high.

The number of people entering the temple these days has not doubled, but the merits have doubled. This is the secret.

After thinking about it, Qin He took out the magical little notebook and began to read the prayer records on it. Merit is a great cause, so he still has to do it bit by bit and upgrade the golden body of merit as soon as possible.

The prayer pen is indeed a magical object. The magical little notebook is filled with words that are all wishes made by believers in recent days.

After a quick glance, Qin He discovered.

The task of putting on eye drops for Xu Tianen can be combined with the task of gaining merit.

In just these few days, no less than two hundred refugees ran to the temple to make wishes, praying that the porridge would not stop being provided, and that there would be more rice and less bran, because there was so much bran in the porridge that even the refugees could hardly swallow it.

Moreover, the bran was not finely divided, some of it was just husk, and the rice was not even shelled.

Since two things can be combined into one, let's do it.

After a quick thought, I found out that the bastard Xu Tianen was still hiding in the palace.

It was obvious that he was scared to death last time, but even so, he still dared to test the edge of "lying in the crematorium". He was extremely brave.

Without hesitation, Qin He went to the imperial city.

A quick glance at the Qi-gazing technique.

The golden dragon of Dali's luck became stronger for a short time after repelling the Di Lu, but then declined again.

The decline is difficult to reverse.

Qin He walked to the palace gate, and when he was still a hundred steps away, he felt a strong repulsive force, like a tidal wave, rushing towards him.

With a slight flash of internal energy and magic power, the force was removed.

Qin He walked towards the palace gate step by step. The repulsive force became stronger and stronger, but Qin He's steps were firm.

Thirty steps ahead is the place where An Zhongjiu destroyed the palace wall, and it has been restored to its original state.

After walking fifty steps forward, there was another place that had collapsed, but no one knew who did it.

After seventy steps forward, Qin He felt the pressure.

After walking ninety steps, Qin He felt that his steps were a little heavy.

As they were about to move forward, a beardless old man appeared without warning in front of the palace gate. He had white hair and a youthful face, and looked very strong and vigorous. He shouted in a deep voice, "Sir, please stay."