"Shing Wong Yin Si Space?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect such a sign-in reward.
The next moment, he checked the reward and knew what it was.
This was equivalent to an alternative space. In the orthodox Xianxia, the Shing Wong would usually have another Shing Wong temple. That was the underworld that mortals saw. It was usually underground, or it was a more mysterious alternative space.
The existence of the underworld also reduced the contact between mortals and the City Gods and Ghosts. It also provided a place for the Ghosts and Ghosts to work. Usually, the underworld also required faith merit to condense. An Yuanyuan had thought of building a new underworld, but it would take time. However, he did not expect to sign in on the third day, which would save him the trouble of condensing.
"Receive your reward."
An Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.
In an instant, vast netherworld energy surged and rushed into the sky and the ground. The clouds in the sky scattered and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
A strong wind blew at the Shing Wong Temple, startling the people who opened their shops in the morning. The people who rushed to worship the Shing Wong in the morning shouted, covering their clothes or using their hands to block the dust that was coming at them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the wind, but in the eyes of the ghost controller, it was completely different. It was like a netherworld sun hanging upside down from the nine heavens, rolling into the temple of the city god!
The ghost controllers in the three surrounding cities, including Cang City, sensed it. They looked up into the distance and felt their hearts throb. Ghosts were instinctively afraid. The ghost controllers felt that something terrible had happened.
"Such a big commotion?" An Shiyuan didn't expect this.
Then, he shook his head. He didn't care too much about this matter. He didn't want to hide his City God too much. Of course, he didn't want to interfere with the mortal world either. Since it happened, it happened. There was no need to think too much.
Moreover, the commotion came and went quickly. Furthermore…
An Shiyuan looked outside the temple. There was a slight breeze of dust. In the eyes of mortals, this commotion was not big, but in the eyes of the supernatural circle, it was really big.
A black door appeared in the void of the temple.
It was the entrance to the Shing Wong Yin Si Space.
As the owner of the space, An Yuanyuan had absolute control over the space and knew the size of the environment.
The size could be changed at will. It depended on An Yuan's own wishes. He could become bigger or smaller, and he could also divide the layout at will.
Based on his previous understanding of the netherworld, An Yanyuan divided it into a few areas.
There was a residential area, an office area, and an activity and leisure area.
The residential area was naturally for the messenger of death and him to live in. The office was for him to handle the City God's official business. As for the activity and leisure area, it was currently an empty space. In the future, he could just add things in if he wanted to.
Some simple daily necessities would appear at the thought of An Yuanyuan.
In the blink of an eye.
In the Shing Wong Yin Si, a Shing Wong Hall appeared. There were a few courtyards on the left and right. The sky was slightly gloomy and there was no sunlight.
"This will be your residence from now on.”An Yanyuan looked at the night patrols.
The night patrol messengers of death all respectfully acknowledged and entered the underworld. The underworld space was also beneficial to their cultivation, so they were very happy to live here.
An Shiyuan looked at the empty temple.
"That's good. I originally wanted to stay here for a tour. Although ordinary people can't see it when they kowtow, it's still inconvenient.”
Seeing a prayer person walk in with incense, An Yanyuan took a deep breath. Two wisps of sandalwood entered his nose, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
An old man with white hair walked past An Shiyuan.
He placed a tribute on the table in front of the clay statue. The tribute was a fresh cake, and the fragrance wafted. When he put it down, it swayed like jelly, making people drool.
An Yanyuan smelled it and his mouth watered.
…Smells so good!
How many years has it been since I've eaten cake?
An Yanyuan's appetite was piqued. He had tried to make a cake before, but he had failed. He was not like those big shots who had transmigrated to ancient times and could make anything. The only thing he had some ability was that he knew some poetry, understood the concept of avant-garde, and was kind to people.
Looking at the cake, An Yanyuan stepped forward and bent down to take a whiff."It smells so good. I'm craving it just by smelling it. I wonder how it tastes?”
In the next moment.
An Shiyuan looked at the old man.
"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it.”
After saying that, An Shiyuan sniffed the cake lightly. A special scent of the cake floated into his mouth and nose.
"Not bad, not bad." An Yuanyuan savored the taste.
Delicious. This phrase suited him perfectly. He was a Golden Body of Merit, so he could eat by relying on his sense of smell. Of course, it did not mean that he could not eat. He could actually eat a few mouthfuls now that he was a Rank-7 Golden Body. However, it would be too shocking to eat. It would not be good to scare the people who were praying.
"Lord Shing Wong, I learned how to make this from a Short videos. It's very delicious…Please bless my obedient grandson to grow up healthily. Also, get better soon from his cold. And my son…" The
old man mumbled and expressed many wishes.
Hearing this.
An Shiyuan, who was standing at the side, didn't know whether to laugh or cry."What an old man. I'm eating a bite of your cake, but you want so many wishes.”
In the next moment, An Shiyuan looked at the little boy beside the old man who was quietly grabbing the hem of his clothes. His nose was slightly red, and there was a faint snot flowing out. He looked to be five years old, but he was neither noisy nor noisy. The old man's words were true.
"Very obedient." An Shiyuan smiled and squatted down to look at the little boy's curious eyes."Your nose is red because you have a cold, right? I only ate a piece of cake. I can't fulfill all my wishes, but little kid, the wish your grandfather made for you isn't difficult. Consider it returning the cake.”
"Zero Taboo."
An Yanyuan gently scratched the little boy's nose.
After he was done, An Yanyuan smiled and stood up to leave. Like a person who was bored at home, he walked towards the other devotees. He looked at the tributes of the devotees and glanced at the phone that the young devotee was holding. The funny video on it made him feel very uncomfortable.
The
little boy felt as if his nose had been scratched by a feather, and it was a little itchy.
Her little nose twitched.
Achoo ~
He sneezed loudly, and then he felt refreshed. His nose cleared up, and his red nose visibly recovered.
"Are the dumplings cold?”The old man heard his grandson sneeze and looked down.
The little boy shook his head.
He said that he was not cold. The old man saw that and was fine. However, his hands moved a little faster, afraid that the little boy would catch a cold if he was outside for too long.
"Grandpa, I want to eat cake.”
The little boy's body had recovered, and his appetite had returned. He looked at the cake on the table and craved it.
"We'll eat the steamed buns after Grandpa's tribute.”Grandpa said, and the little boy nodded obediently.
Not long after.
After the old man finished paying respects to the City God and burning his lifespan, he took another 20 yuan and put it into the Merit Box.
He was ready to take the tribute back. When he walked to the cake, he put it away and broke a small piece into his grandson's hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa." The little boy thanked him, and the old man smiled and rubbed his grandson's head.
"Yay ~~"
The little boy made a sound as if he was eating something that was not good. The old man stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
Immediately, the old man wondered if it was that bad.
He made two today, and one of them was quite delicious…Could it be that I'm old and my taste has become stronger, so I think it's delicious and the dumplings don't taste good?
"Is it not delicious?"
"Grandpa, this is tasteless.”The little boy said honestly and put the cake in the old man's hand to show that he didn't want to eat it.
Seeing this, the old man felt that he had been hit. Was it really that bad?
He took a bite of the cake.
"Bah." After chewing a few mouthfuls, the old man spat it into his hand, feeling as if he was chewing wax.
The sweetness and fragrance of the cake were gone. It was like an empty dough, and there was even powder inside.
"I'm not eating the cake for the dumplings. I'll make it for you when I get back.”
After the old man finished speaking, he quickly put away his things.
As he was packing up, he muttered in his mind. Strange. Two cakes were made at the same time. Why did this taste so good? The one at home was delicious. Could it be that there was a problem with the oven?
Holding his grandson's hand, the old man walked out of the temple.
Soon.
When the old man saw that his grandson's red nose had recovered and that his cold had not stopped running, he said,"Xiaolongbao, do you want to blow your nose?"”
"Grandpa, I feel that my cold is better. I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore.”The little boy giggled. He was very happy that he did not feel that uncomfortable.
So fast?
While the old man was surprised, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless cake in the bag in his hand, and an incredible thought appeared in his mind
…
PS: A new day has arrived, readers, you know, the warm flower evaluation tickets, the eager eyes.jpg "Shing Wong Yin Si Space?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect such a sign-in reward.
The next moment, he checked the reward and knew what it was.
This was equivalent to an alternative space. In the orthodox Xianxia, the Shing Wong would usually have another Shing Wong temple. That was the underworld that mortals saw. It was usually underground, or it was a more mysterious alternative space.
The existence of the underworld also reduced the contact between mortals and the City Gods and Ghosts. It also provided a place for the Ghosts and Ghosts to work. Usually, the underworld also required faith merit to condense. An Yuanyuan had thought of building a new underworld, but it would take time. However, he did not expect to sign in on the third day, which would save him the trouble of condensing.
"Receive your reward."
An Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.
In an instant, vast netherworld energy surged and rushed into the sky and the ground. The clouds in the sky scattered and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
A strong wind blew at the Shing Wong Temple, startling the people who opened their shops in the morning. The people who rushed to worship the Shing Wong in the morning shouted, covering their clothes or using their hands to block the dust that was coming at them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the wind, but in the eyes of the ghost controller, it was completely different. It was like a netherworld sun hanging upside down from the nine heavens, rolling into the temple of the city god!
The ghost controllers in the three surrounding cities, including Cang City, sensed it. They looked up into the distance and felt their hearts throb. Ghosts were instinctively afraid. The ghost controllers felt that something terrible had happened.
"Such a big commotion?" An Shiyuan didn't expect this.
Then, he shook his head. He didn't care too much about this matter. He didn't want to hide his City God too much. Of course, he didn't want to interfere with the mortal world either. Since it happened, it happened. There was no need to think too much.
Moreover, the commotion came and went quickly. Furthermore…
An Shiyuan looked outside the temple. There was a slight breeze of dust. In the eyes of mortals, this commotion was not big, but in the eyes of the supernatural circle, it was really big.
A black door appeared in the void of the temple.
It was the entrance to the Shing Wong Yin Si Space.
As the owner of the space, An Yuanyuan had absolute control over the space and knew the size of the environment.
The size could be changed at will. It depended on An Yuan's own wishes. He could become bigger or smaller, and he could also divide the layout at will.
Based on his previous understanding of the netherworld, An Yanyuan divided it into a few areas.
There was a residential area, an office area, and an activity and leisure area.
The residential area was naturally for the messenger of death and him to live in. The office was for him to handle the City God's official business. As for the activity and leisure area, it was currently an empty space. In the future, he could just add things in if he wanted to.
Some simple daily necessities would appear at the thought of An Yuanyuan.
In the blink of an eye.
In the Shing Wong Yin Si, a Shing Wong Hall appeared. There were a few courtyards on the left and right. The sky was slightly gloomy and there was no sunlight.
"This will be your residence from now on.”An Yanyuan looked at the night patrols.
The night patrol messengers of death all respectfully acknowledged and entered the underworld. The underworld space was also beneficial to their cultivation, so they were very happy to live here.
An Shiyuan looked at the empty temple.
"That's good. I originally wanted to stay here for a tour. Although ordinary people can't see it when they kowtow, it's still inconvenient.”
Seeing a prayer person walk in with incense, An Yanyuan took a deep breath. Two wisps of sandalwood entered his nose, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
An old man with white hair walked past An Shiyuan.
He placed a tribute on the table in front of the clay statue. The tribute was a fresh cake, and the fragrance wafted. When he put it down, it swayed like jelly, making people drool.
An Yanyuan smelled it and his mouth watered.
…Smells so good!
How many years has it been since I've eaten cake?
An Yanyuan's appetite was piqued. He had tried to make a cake before, but he had failed. He was not like those big shots who had transmigrated to ancient times and could make anything. The only thing he had some ability was that he knew some poetry, understood the concept of avant-garde, and was kind to people.
Looking at the cake, An Yanyuan stepped forward and bent down to take a whiff."It smells so good. I'm craving it just by smelling it. I wonder how it tastes?”
In the next moment.
An Shiyuan looked at the old man.
"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it.”
After saying that, An Shiyuan sniffed the cake lightly. A special scent of the cake floated into his mouth and nose.
"Not bad, not bad." An Yuanyuan savored the taste.
Delicious. This phrase suited him perfectly. He was a Golden Body of Merit, so he could eat by relying on his sense of smell. Of course, it did not mean that he could not eat. He could actually eat a few mouthfuls now that he was a Rank-7 Golden Body. However, it would be too shocking to eat. It would not be good to scare the people who were praying.
"Lord Shing Wong, I learned how to make this from a Short videos. It's very delicious…Please bless my obedient grandson to grow up healthily. Also, get better soon from his cold. And my son…" The
old man mumbled and expressed many wishes.
Hearing this.
An Shiyuan, who was standing at the side, didn't know whether to laugh or cry."What an old man. I'm eating a bite of your cake, but you want so many wishes.”
In the next moment, An Shiyuan looked at the little boy beside the old man who was quietly grabbing the hem of his clothes. His nose was slightly red, and there was a faint snot flowing out. He looked to be five years old, but he was neither noisy nor noisy. The old man's words were true.
"Very obedient." An Shiyuan smiled and squatted down to look at the little boy's curious eyes."Your nose is red because you have a cold, right? I only ate a piece of cake. I can't fulfill all my wishes, but little kid, the wish your grandfather made for you isn't difficult. Consider it returning the cake.”
"Zero Taboo."
An Yanyuan gently scratched the little boy's nose.
After he was done, An Yanyuan smiled and stood up to leave. Like a person who was bored at home, he walked towards the other devotees. He looked at the tributes of the devotees and glanced at the phone that the young devotee was holding. The funny video on it made him feel very uncomfortable.
The
little boy felt as if his nose had been scratched by a feather, and it was a little itchy.
Her little nose twitched.
Achoo ~
He sneezed loudly, and then he felt refreshed. His nose cleared up, and his red nose visibly recovered.
"Are the dumplings cold?”The old man heard his grandson sneeze and looked down.
The little boy shook his head.
He said that he was not cold. The old man saw that and was fine. However, his hands moved a little faster, afraid that the little boy would catch a cold if he was outside for too long.
"Grandpa, I want to eat cake.”
The little boy's body had recovered, and his appetite had returned. He looked at the cake on the table and craved it.
"We'll eat the steamed buns after Grandpa's tribute.”Grandpa said, and the little boy nodded obediently.
Not long after.
After the old man finished paying respects to the City God and burning his lifespan, he took another 20 yuan and put it into the Merit Box.
He was ready to take the tribute back. When he walked to the cake, he put it away and broke a small piece into his grandson's hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa." The little boy thanked him, and the old man smiled and rubbed his grandson's head.
"Yay ~~"
The little boy made a sound as if he was eating something that was not good. The old man stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
Immediately, the old man wondered if it was that bad.
He made two today, and one of them was quite delicious…Could it be that I'm old and my taste has become stronger, so I think it's delicious and the dumplings don't taste good?
"Is it not delicious?"
"Grandpa, this is tasteless.”The little boy said honestly and put the cake in the old man's hand to show that he didn't want to eat it.
Seeing this, the old man felt that he had been hit. Was it really that bad?
He took a bite of the cake.
"Bah." After chewing a few mouthfuls, the old man spat it into his hand, feeling as if he was chewing wax.
The sweetness and fragrance of the cake were gone. It was like an empty dough, and there was even powder inside.
"I'm not eating the cake for the dumplings. I'll make it for you when I get back.”
After the old man finished speaking, he quickly put away his things.
As he was packing up, he muttered in his mind. Strange. Two cakes were made at the same time. Why did this taste so good? The one at home was delicious. Could it be that there was a problem with the oven?
Holding his grandson's hand, the old man walked out of the temple.
Soon.
When the old man saw that his grandson's red nose had recovered and that his cold had not stopped running, he said,"Xiaolongbao, do you want to blow your nose?"”
"Grandpa, I feel that my cold is better. I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore.”The little boy giggled. He was very happy that he did not feel that uncomfortable.
So fast?
While the old man was surprised, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless cake in the bag in his hand, and an incredible thought appeared in his mind
…
PS: A new day has arrived, readers, you know, the warm flower evaluation tickets, the eager eyes.jpg "Shing Wong Yin Si Space?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect such a sign-in reward.
The next moment, he checked the reward and knew what it was.
This was equivalent to an alternative space. In the orthodox Xianxia, the Shing Wong would usually have another Shing Wong temple. That was the underworld that mortals saw. It was usually underground, or it was a more mysterious alternative space.
The existence of the underworld also reduced the contact between mortals and the City Gods and Ghosts. It also provided a place for the Ghosts and Ghosts to work. Usually, the underworld also required faith merit to condense. An Yuanyuan had thought of building a new underworld, but it would take time. However, he did not expect to sign in on the third day, which would save him the trouble of condensing.
"Receive your reward."
An Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.
In an instant, vast netherworld energy surged and rushed into the sky and the ground. The clouds in the sky scattered and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
A strong wind blew at the Shing Wong Temple, startling the people who opened their shops in the morning. The people who rushed to worship the Shing Wong in the morning shouted, covering their clothes or using their hands to block the dust that was coming at them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the wind, but in the eyes of the ghost controller, it was completely different. It was like a netherworld sun hanging upside down from the nine heavens, rolling into the temple of the city god!
The ghost controllers in the three surrounding cities, including Cang City, sensed it. They looked up into the distance and felt their hearts throb. Ghosts were instinctively afraid. The ghost controllers felt that something terrible had happened.
"Such a big commotion?" An Shiyuan didn't expect this.
Then, he shook his head. He didn't care too much about this matter. He didn't want to hide his City God too much. Of course, he didn't want to interfere with the mortal world either. Since it happened, it happened. There was no need to think too much.
Moreover, the commotion came and went quickly. Furthermore…
An Shiyuan looked outside the temple. There was a slight breeze of dust. In the eyes of mortals, this commotion was not big, but in the eyes of the supernatural circle, it was really big.
A black door appeared in the void of the temple.
It was the entrance to the Shing Wong Yin Si Space.
As the owner of the space, An Yuanyuan had absolute control over the space and knew the size of the environment.
The size could be changed at will. It depended on An Yuan's own wishes. He could become bigger or smaller, and he could also divide the layout at will.
Based on his previous understanding of the netherworld, An Yanyuan divided it into a few areas.
There was a residential area, an office area, and an activity and leisure area.
The residential area was naturally for the messenger of death and him to live in. The office was for him to handle the City God's official business. As for the activity and leisure area, it was currently an empty space. In the future, he could just add things in if he wanted to.
Some simple daily necessities would appear at the thought of An Yuanyuan.
In the blink of an eye.
In the Shing Wong Yin Si, a Shing Wong Hall appeared. There were a few courtyards on the left and right. The sky was slightly gloomy and there was no sunlight.
"This will be your residence from now on.”An Yanyuan looked at the night patrols.
The night patrol messengers of death all respectfully acknowledged and entered the underworld. The underworld space was also beneficial to their cultivation, so they were very happy to live here.
An Shiyuan looked at the empty temple.
"That's good. I originally wanted to stay here for a tour. Although ordinary people can't see it when they kowtow, it's still inconvenient.”
Seeing a prayer person walk in with incense, An Yanyuan took a deep breath. Two wisps of sandalwood entered his nose, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
An old man with white hair walked past An Shiyuan.
He placed a tribute on the table in front of the clay statue. The tribute was a fresh cake, and the fragrance wafted. When he put it down, it swayed like jelly, making people drool.
An Yanyuan smelled it and his mouth watered.
…Smells so good!
How many years has it been since I've eaten cake?
An Yanyuan's appetite was piqued. He had tried to make a cake before, but he had failed. He was not like those big shots who had transmigrated to ancient times and could make anything. The only thing he had some ability was that he knew some poetry, understood the concept of avant-garde, and was kind to people.
Looking at the cake, An Yanyuan stepped forward and bent down to take a whiff."It smells so good. I'm craving it just by smelling it. I wonder how it tastes?”
In the next moment.
An Shiyuan looked at the old man.
"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it.”
After saying that, An Shiyuan sniffed the cake lightly. A special scent of the cake floated into his mouth and nose.
"Not bad, not bad." An Yuanyuan savored the taste.
Delicious. This phrase suited him perfectly. He was a Golden Body of Merit, so he could eat by relying on his sense of smell. Of course, it did not mean that he could not eat. He could actually eat a few mouthfuls now that he was a Rank-7 Golden Body. However, it would be too shocking to eat. It would not be good to scare the people who were praying.
"Lord Shing Wong, I learned how to make this from a Short videos. It's very delicious…Please bless my obedient grandson to grow up healthily. Also, get better soon from his cold. And my son…" The
old man mumbled and expressed many wishes.
Hearing this.
An Shiyuan, who was standing at the side, didn't know whether to laugh or cry."What an old man. I'm eating a bite of your cake, but you want so many wishes.”
In the next moment, An Shiyuan looked at the little boy beside the old man who was quietly grabbing the hem of his clothes. His nose was slightly red, and there was a faint snot flowing out. He looked to be five years old, but he was neither noisy nor noisy. The old man's words were true.
"Very obedient." An Shiyuan smiled and squatted down to look at the little boy's curious eyes."Your nose is red because you have a cold, right? I only ate a piece of cake. I can't fulfill all my wishes, but little kid, the wish your grandfather made for you isn't difficult. Consider it returning the cake.”
"Zero Taboo."
An Yanyuan gently scratched the little boy's nose.
After he was done, An Yanyuan smiled and stood up to leave. Like a person who was bored at home, he walked towards the other devotees. He looked at the tributes of the devotees and glanced at the phone that the young devotee was holding. The funny video on it made him feel very uncomfortable.
The
little boy felt as if his nose had been scratched by a feather, and it was a little itchy.
Her little nose twitched.
Achoo ~
He sneezed loudly, and then he felt refreshed. His nose cleared up, and his red nose visibly recovered.
"Are the dumplings cold?”The old man heard his grandson sneeze and looked down.
The little boy shook his head.
He said that he was not cold. The old man saw that and was fine. However, his hands moved a little faster, afraid that the little boy would catch a cold if he was outside for too long.
"Grandpa, I want to eat cake.”
The little boy's body had recovered, and his appetite had returned. He looked at the cake on the table and craved it.
"We'll eat the steamed buns after Grandpa's tribute.”Grandpa said, and the little boy nodded obediently.
Not long after.
After the old man finished paying respects to the City God and burning his lifespan, he took another 20 yuan and put it into the Merit Box.
He was ready to take the tribute back. When he walked to the cake, he put it away and broke a small piece into his grandson's hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa." The little boy thanked him, and the old man smiled and rubbed his grandson's head.
"Yay ~~"
The little boy made a sound as if he was eating something that was not good. The old man stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
Immediately, the old man wondered if it was that bad.
He made two today, and one of them was quite delicious…Could it be that I'm old and my taste has become stronger, so I think it's delicious and the dumplings don't taste good?
"Is it not delicious?"
"Grandpa, this is tasteless.”The little boy said honestly and put the cake in the old man's hand to show that he didn't want to eat it.
Seeing this, the old man felt that he had been hit. Was it really that bad?
He took a bite of the cake.
"Bah." After chewing a few mouthfuls, the old man spat it into his hand, feeling as if he was chewing wax.
The sweetness and fragrance of the cake were gone. It was like an empty dough, and there was even powder inside.
"I'm not eating the cake for the dumplings. I'll make it for you when I get back.”
After the old man finished speaking, he quickly put away his things.
As he was packing up, he muttered in his mind. Strange. Two cakes were made at the same time. Why did this taste so good? The one at home was delicious. Could it be that there was a problem with the oven?
Holding his grandson's hand, the old man walked out of the temple.
Soon.
When the old man saw that his grandson's red nose had recovered and that his cold had not stopped running, he said,"Xiaolongbao, do you want to blow your nose?"”
"Grandpa, I feel that my cold is better. I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore.”The little boy giggled. He was very happy that he did not feel that uncomfortable.
So fast?
While the old man was surprised, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless cake in the bag in his hand, and an incredible thought appeared in his mind
…
PS: A new day has arrived, readers, you know, the warm flower evaluation tickets, the eager eyes.jpg "Shing Wong Yin Si Space?"
An Shiyuan didn't expect such a sign-in reward.
The next moment, he checked the reward and knew what it was.
This was equivalent to an alternative space. In the orthodox Xianxia, the Shing Wong would usually have another Shing Wong temple. That was the underworld that mortals saw. It was usually underground, or it was a more mysterious alternative space.
The existence of the underworld also reduced the contact between mortals and the City Gods and Ghosts. It also provided a place for the Ghosts and Ghosts to work. Usually, the underworld also required faith merit to condense. An Yuanyuan had thought of building a new underworld, but it would take time. However, he did not expect to sign in on the third day, which would save him the trouble of condensing.
"Receive your reward."
An Yuanyuan's heart skipped a beat.
In an instant, vast netherworld energy surged and rushed into the sky and the ground. The clouds in the sky scattered and there were no clouds for ten thousand miles.
A strong wind blew at the Shing Wong Temple, startling the people who opened their shops in the morning. The people who rushed to worship the Shing Wong in the morning shouted, covering their clothes or using their hands to block the dust that was coming at them. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was the wind, but in the eyes of the ghost controller, it was completely different. It was like a netherworld sun hanging upside down from the nine heavens, rolling into the temple of the city god!
The ghost controllers in the three surrounding cities, including Cang City, sensed it. They looked up into the distance and felt their hearts throb. Ghosts were instinctively afraid. The ghost controllers felt that something terrible had happened.
"Such a big commotion?" An Shiyuan didn't expect this.
Then, he shook his head. He didn't care too much about this matter. He didn't want to hide his City God too much. Of course, he didn't want to interfere with the mortal world either. Since it happened, it happened. There was no need to think too much.
Moreover, the commotion came and went quickly. Furthermore…
An Shiyuan looked outside the temple. There was a slight breeze of dust. In the eyes of mortals, this commotion was not big, but in the eyes of the supernatural circle, it was really big.
A black door appeared in the void of the temple.
It was the entrance to the Shing Wong Yin Si Space.
As the owner of the space, An Yuanyuan had absolute control over the space and knew the size of the environment.
The size could be changed at will. It depended on An Yuan's own wishes. He could become bigger or smaller, and he could also divide the layout at will.
Based on his previous understanding of the netherworld, An Yanyuan divided it into a few areas.
There was a residential area, an office area, and an activity and leisure area.
The residential area was naturally for the messenger of death and him to live in. The office was for him to handle the City God's official business. As for the activity and leisure area, it was currently an empty space. In the future, he could just add things in if he wanted to.
Some simple daily necessities would appear at the thought of An Yuanyuan.
In the blink of an eye.
In the Shing Wong Yin Si, a Shing Wong Hall appeared. There were a few courtyards on the left and right. The sky was slightly gloomy and there was no sunlight.
"This will be your residence from now on.”An Yanyuan looked at the night patrols.
The night patrol messengers of death all respectfully acknowledged and entered the underworld. The underworld space was also beneficial to their cultivation, so they were very happy to live here.
An Shiyuan looked at the empty temple.
"That's good. I originally wanted to stay here for a tour. Although ordinary people can't see it when they kowtow, it's still inconvenient.”
Seeing a prayer person walk in with incense, An Yanyuan took a deep breath. Two wisps of sandalwood entered his nose, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
An old man with white hair walked past An Shiyuan.
He placed a tribute on the table in front of the clay statue. The tribute was a fresh cake, and the fragrance wafted. When he put it down, it swayed like jelly, making people drool.
An Yanyuan smelled it and his mouth watered.
…Smells so good!
How many years has it been since I've eaten cake?
An Yanyuan's appetite was piqued. He had tried to make a cake before, but he had failed. He was not like those big shots who had transmigrated to ancient times and could make anything. The only thing he had some ability was that he knew some poetry, understood the concept of avant-garde, and was kind to people.
Looking at the cake, An Yanyuan stepped forward and bent down to take a whiff."It smells so good. I'm craving it just by smelling it. I wonder how it tastes?”
In the next moment.
An Shiyuan looked at the old man.
"Since this is a tribute, I should be able to eat it.”
After saying that, An Shiyuan sniffed the cake lightly. A special scent of the cake floated into his mouth and nose.
"Not bad, not bad." An Yuanyuan savored the taste.
Delicious. This phrase suited him perfectly. He was a Golden Body of Merit, so he could eat by relying on his sense of smell. Of course, it did not mean that he could not eat. He could actually eat a few mouthfuls now that he was a Rank-7 Golden Body. However, it would be too shocking to eat. It would not be good to scare the people who were praying.
"Lord Shing Wong, I learned how to make this from a Short videos. It's very delicious…Please bless my obedient grandson to grow up healthily. Also, get better soon from his cold. And my son…" The
old man mumbled and expressed many wishes.
Hearing this.
An Shiyuan, who was standing at the side, didn't know whether to laugh or cry."What an old man. I'm eating a bite of your cake, but you want so many wishes.”
In the next moment, An Shiyuan looked at the little boy beside the old man who was quietly grabbing the hem of his clothes. His nose was slightly red, and there was a faint snot flowing out. He looked to be five years old, but he was neither noisy nor noisy. The old man's words were true.
"Very obedient." An Shiyuan smiled and squatted down to look at the little boy's curious eyes."Your nose is red because you have a cold, right? I only ate a piece of cake. I can't fulfill all my wishes, but little kid, the wish your grandfather made for you isn't difficult. Consider it returning the cake.”
"Zero Taboo."
An Yanyuan gently scratched the little boy's nose.
After he was done, An Yanyuan smiled and stood up to leave. Like a person who was bored at home, he walked towards the other devotees. He looked at the tributes of the devotees and glanced at the phone that the young devotee was holding. The funny video on it made him feel very uncomfortable.
The
little boy felt as if his nose had been scratched by a feather, and it was a little itchy.
Her little nose twitched.
Achoo ~
He sneezed loudly, and then he felt refreshed. His nose cleared up, and his red nose visibly recovered.
"Are the dumplings cold?”The old man heard his grandson sneeze and looked down.
The little boy shook his head.
He said that he was not cold. The old man saw that and was fine. However, his hands moved a little faster, afraid that the little boy would catch a cold if he was outside for too long.
"Grandpa, I want to eat cake.”
The little boy's body had recovered, and his appetite had returned. He looked at the cake on the table and craved it.
"We'll eat the steamed buns after Grandpa's tribute.”Grandpa said, and the little boy nodded obediently.
Not long after.
After the old man finished paying respects to the City God and burning his lifespan, he took another 20 yuan and put it into the Merit Box.
He was ready to take the tribute back. When he walked to the cake, he put it away and broke a small piece into his grandson's hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa." The little boy thanked him, and the old man smiled and rubbed his grandson's head.
"Yay ~~"
The little boy made a sound as if he was eating something that was not good. The old man stopped in his tracks when he heard that.
Immediately, the old man wondered if it was that bad.
He made two today, and one of them was quite delicious…Could it be that I'm old and my taste has become stronger, so I think it's delicious and the dumplings don't taste good?
"Is it not delicious?"
"Grandpa, this is tasteless.”The little boy said honestly and put the cake in the old man's hand to show that he didn't want to eat it.
Seeing this, the old man felt that he had been hit. Was it really that bad?
He took a bite of the cake.
"Bah." After chewing a few mouthfuls, the old man spat it into his hand, feeling as if he was chewing wax.
The sweetness and fragrance of the cake were gone. It was like an empty dough, and there was even powder inside.
"I'm not eating the cake for the dumplings. I'll make it for you when I get back.”
After the old man finished speaking, he quickly put away his things.
As he was packing up, he muttered in his mind. Strange. Two cakes were made at the same time. Why did this taste so good? The one at home was delicious. Could it be that there was a problem with the oven?
Holding his grandson's hand, the old man walked out of the temple.
Soon.
When the old man saw that his grandson's red nose had recovered and that his cold had not stopped running, he said,"Xiaolongbao, do you want to blow your nose?"”
"Grandpa, I feel that my cold is better. I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore.”The little boy giggled. He was very happy that he did not feel that uncomfortable.
So fast?
While the old man was surprised, he caught a glimpse of the tasteless cake in the bag in his hand, and an incredible thought appeared in his mind
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