After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

Sanshan Town is not a prosperous place...

But other villages and towns are protected by gods. No matter whether it is true or not, at least they once existed. If this god is gone, what will happen to the town in the future?

He was torn between his conscience and his desires, and was about to grit his teeth and agree.

But a sentence floated over my head:

"I want mountain stones, lots of them."

"Ok?"

Everyone was confused.

Li Mo said expressionlessly:

"Including the mountain we just moved, these three mountains have been absorbing the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon and have existed in this world for billions of years. Your mortal eyes are unable to see their spirituality."

"Aren't you sincere?"

"In that case, hollow out the remaining two mountains and offer them to me."

"How can these two mountains be hollowed out..."

The old mayor had a bitter face. How could they have such ability?

"If you can't dig it out, let your sons and grandsons dig it out for generations to come."

"This temple must be filled every year, and only then will I trust your sincerity."

Fill the temple?

This is not much, but I don’t know how many years it will take to fill it.

The young and strong men in the town looked at the size of the temple and made silent calculations in their hearts.

"Grandpa Mayor, we can do it!"

"Yeah, we have nothing but strength!"

"At least it will be easier for us to go east to exchange for food from now on. Digging rocks is better than worrying about starving to death."

Listening to the young voices, the old mayor nodded heavily.

He was just about to turn around and tell the Heavenly Lord that they were willing to dig the mountain, but a white cloud had already flown high up.

Only two booklets were left there.

The old mayor came forward curiously, picked it up, and asked the private school teacher who knew how to read in the town:

"What's written on it?"

"One is called the Mountain-Splitting Hammer Technique! The other is called the second set of... Broadcast Gymnastics?"

These seem to be two martial arts, and they even have the word "superior" written on them, so they must be extraordinary!"

"Master Tianzun, do you think that we should select strong young men to train and mine more rocks for him?"

"Yes, it must be so!"

"What's written behind this?"

“God helps those who help themselves!”

"Does it mean that if we work harder, Tianzun will always help us?"

.....

On the white clouds.

Shang Qinqing looked at the cheering townspeople below, lost in thought:

"Were those two martial arts created by you?"

"OK."

Li Mo nodded.

He didn't spend any martial arts insights on the hammer technique, but he did use some of it on radio gymnastics, which improved a basic martial art.

As expected, he is the little overlord of the hammer!

Ling Yuangou bared his teeth and said, "Tsk tsk, collecting stones and giving away martial arts, this is not something a god would do."

"What era is it now? Why are you still treating him as a traditional god?"

"But don't you need the strength of many sentient beings? Aren't you afraid that if they learn martial arts and dig through the mountain, they will no longer respect you like a god?"

"That would be great."

Li Mo rubbed his cold and icy face and touched the hot Kongming Wanse Tower.

"It's so tiring to act like a god. Are you jealous? I still have some dumplings left..."

Three days later, after the snow fell, the weather in southern Xinjiang cleared up.

The three suns seemed to be the eyes of God, opening their eyes and silently looking at the vast earth.

There are many villages and towns in southern Xinjiang that have quietly changed their beliefs, and they all believe in the same being - Tianzun.

"The Celestial Lord asked us to offer him stones, and he also taught us the Mountain-Splitting Hammer Technique and the second set of radio gymnastics."

"You are offering stones? Our town is always flooded, and the Heavenly Lord asked us to dig a river and offer him mud and sand..."

"Why do all the disciples around the Immortal have such strange shapes? They're scary. Could it be because they practiced radio gymnastics?"

"That's impossible. The Immortal said that the disciples of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect are all proficient in pictographic martial arts..."

"After doing radio gymnastics for a few days, my waist pain and leg soreness are gone."

"The Celestial Lord is truly helpful when he is in need. If you believe in him, you will find that he is a true spirit. He doesn't even want young boys or girls!"

"Really? My child is only six years old. We should just move our whole family to your town."

......

The Demon Summoning Cult, Southern Xinjiang branch.

The ancient and simple hall was pitch black, as if even the sunlight from outside could not shine in. The faint light made the murals on the wall, which exuded a wild atmosphere, particularly eerie.