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

There are many people who are so persistent, but praying at such a high frequency, and being seen by myself every now and then, is extremely sincere.

Qin He must fulfill such a wish, even if it is absurd.

You should know that the Qingniu Immortal Temple is now crowded with people.

This Wu Hansan would bring his wishes to him every now and then.

First, you need to have enough luck. Qin He's wish when flipping through the piles is to choose whoever the little rooster points to, and he flips through them one by one. It is difficult to appear without enough luck.

Second, the frequency must be high enough to evaluate the current flow of people based on the frequency Qin He sees.

Wu Hansan basically queues up at the Qingniu Immortal Temple every day and makes wishes in a round-the-clock manner.

Plus, he is full of sincerity.

Do you think Qin He can ignore such a wish?

That has to be rounded off.

The Great Immortal Qingniu also has faith.

Hou Xiaoliu made a wish to become emperor, and Qin He fulfilled it for him.

It's just a small matter of three inches, but if you take it seriously, it's not a big deal.

It was getting dark and Ma Fei came back.

I spent one mithril coin and bought two.

"Aren't you going to buy one?" Qin He asked.

Ma Fei shrugged and said, "The store said buy one get one free, it would be a waste if I didn't want it, so I brought it back."

Qin He took a closer look at the two whips. They were black and slippery, about a foot long, a full three inches. They met his expectations, but looked a bit disgusting.

Wang Tiezhu had just finished his work when Qin He gestured to Ma Fei to rewrap it. He then called Wang Tiezhu over and said, "Come with me."

"Yes, sir." Wang Tiezhu agreed immediately after hearing it.

……

At the same time, in the tavern in the backyard of Bauhinia Commercial Bank.

The young shopkeeper Du Ziteng sat opposite a young man, drinking the cheapest wine in the tavern with two plates of dried beans, and chatting intermittently.

"Third brother, did you go to the Immortal Temple to pray again today?" Du Ziteng asked.

The young man had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose bridge, a wide mouth, and thick lips. He looked a bit simple-minded. He took a sip of wine and said with a worried look on his face, "I went there, but I only prayed three times. More and more people came. Even people from outside the capital heard about it and went to worship the immortal."

"Why haven't you gone these days? Didn't we agree to go together before? Your dantian is broken and there is no hope for your cultivation. I'm afraid the only one in the world who can give you a try is the Great Immortal Qingniu." The young man asked again.

Du Ziteng looked helpless and said, "I'm out of money. If I don't start work during the day, I'll have no food. You know I'm a Class D shopkeeper, not a Class C shopkeeper. The difference in wages is more than double. One or two days is fine, but if I keep doing this, I'll be starving."

"Didn't you have a customer who brought you a lot of sales?" asked the young man.

"I haven't been here for almost two months. My performance has been bad recently. If I don't go to work, I will not only lose money but will also be expelled from the company. Then I will have no choice but to pray to the gods with a broken bowl." Du Ziteng shook his head and complained bitterly.

"It's difficult. With so many people coming every day, the lucky few are always the minority. I can only pray a few times a day."

The young man couldn't help but shake his head, paused, slammed the table again, and said, "But I think that as long as I go there enough times, the Great Immortal Qingniu will definitely recognize me. If he doesn't recognize me in three days, then ten days, ten days, then a month, and one month, then a year."

"I'm just like you, I have nowhere else to go."