MTL - Missy, She Always Does Not Seek To Make Progress-Chapter 459 God lives by faith

  Chapter 459 God exists by faith

  Seeing that a pair of lovers from a hundred years ago are now gods and ghosts, everyone present is a little silent.

  Seeing Tai Qing shed blood and tears, Yan Qishan felt that his ancestor seemed a bit scumbag.

   But he was smart enough not to speak, because this was not something that a mere mortal like him could intervene in.

  Qin Liuxi has already said in a few words that Tai Qing's resentful soul entered the piano after his death, and was recently awakened by his bloodline grandchildren to find him.

   "Great-grandfather, that grandson is me." Yan Qishan raised his hand, and seeing Uncle Feng look over, he knelt down without hesitation and kowtowed three times: "Great-grandson Qishan pays respects to great-grandfather."

   Feng Bo took a careful look at Yan Qishan, and said, "It's you, you and your father have come here to worship me."

  Yan Qishan couldn't help being overjoyed: "Did the great-grandfather remember me?"

   "Although you are not as good as I was when I was young, but you have a bit of my shadow, so you will naturally remember." Feng Bo squinted at him: "You are old too."

  Yan Qishan: "..."

   It's the first time everyone has met, why is it so heartbreaking?

  But he didn't dare to care about it, and then pulled his disciples and old friends to kneel down together.

  Tai Qing said faintly: "You remember everything, but you never look for me, so those so-called vows are a joke after all."

   Uncle Feng looked at her again, his lips parted slightly, and thousands of words turned into a sentence of sorry.

  At the beginning, he really felt that his death was unjust, and wanted to grab a substitute, and then leave Green Lake to find her, but time and time again, he couldn't bear to do it.

  The water ghosts in the Green Lake change almost every three years. The ghosts around him come and go, but he is the only one who has been sinking at the bottom of the lake.

His soul was beaten again and again, and became more condensed. Later, he became a big ghost, occupying a territory for himself, and his descendants made offerings and sacrifices, which made the ghost power deeper. Don't dare to grab the double casually, for fear of being targeted by him, especially children and women, they dare not move. Only those wicked people with serious crimes can seize the opportunity to grab the double and leave.

During those long years, apart from practicing, he just came out of the water to watch the sun and the moon change. Year after year, the love faded away. At that time, there was a big earthquake in Yuhang, and many people fell into the water. He was able to save people with all his ghostly power, but only a few remnants of souls remained. Unexpectedly, the people would think that he was a water god, and set up a shrine to worship him.

  He had faith, and the remnant soul found a chance at the bottom of the lake. With faith and sacrifices, he slowly recondensed his soul, and with a little divine power in his soul, he gained the golden light of merit and was recognized by heaven and earth.

  Qin Liuxi pursed his lips and looked over again, his eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness.

After becoming a demigod, it is even more impossible for him to leave this area, because he was born under the belief of the people. Once he leaves, without the patron saint, the power of faith will collapse. He completely lost his mind.

  Tai Qing laughed when he heard this, and shed tears of blood while laughing.

   "So you chose to bear me instead of the common people."

   Feng Bo looked at her apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you died young, and I betrayed you."

  Lovers do not get married, and affection is ultimately a wrong payment.

   This is Tai Qing's ending.

  Tai Qing laughed wildly.

   "Couldn't she be able to stay with you, Patriarch?" Yan Qishan said nastily: "You said you were going to marry someone back then, but in fact, I knelt down and she recognized your great-grandmother!"

  Feng Bo: "..."

   "Shut up!" Tai Qing yelled: "Whoever is your great-grandmother, you deserve it!"

  Yan Qishan was very wronged, you were still affectionate before, and you said you would stay with my ancestor, and you were willing to be the judge's little secret.

"A verbal agreement is also an agreement. When your great-grandfather died, you had no wife. We can tell the patriarch to add her name and date of birth to your wife, and then burn a letter of engagement. Wouldn't it be a gift? "

   Feng Bo hadn't spoken yet, but Tai Qing said with a cold face: "No need."

She looked at Uncle Feng and said, "I know that you died earlier than me, so I just want to come and see you. If you still have feelings, I will stay, but if you are ruthless, then I will leave. Gods and ghosts have different ways, I am mere A hundred-year-old ghost is indeed not good enough for the wife of the water god."

"The relationship between you and me should have been broken a hundred years ago, but it was just a trick of good fortune. Now you and I are like this bracelet, one divided into two, one different from the other." After she finished speaking, she took a bracelet off her wrist. , threw it on the ground, and snapped off.

   Feng Bo looked at the bracelet with a guilty expression.

  Tai Qing turned around proudly, ready to float away.

  Qin Liuxi picked up the jug placed in the small shrine, and handed it to Teng Zhao: "This wine is for Tai Qing to drink, she needs to get drunk more than a scumbag."

   Tai Qing staggered a bit.

  Master Tang Shan: "The moonlight is beautiful tonight."

  Jiang Wenliu: "You are right."

  Feng Bo and Yan Qishan were extremely embarrassed.

   "Have you cultivated the divine body yet?" Qin Liuxi looked at Feng Bo and asked.

   Feng Bo smiled wryly: "How can the **** body be so easy to cultivate? I was originally a ghost, but by chance, I was able to cultivate the power of a demigod, and it is only worth a lifetime to become a demigod."

He looked back at the urn, and said, "I'm considered a half-god who has become a monk. To be honest, I'm still a fake. There are people in this place who believe in me, but it's not that the incense is at its peak, so I can condense such a soul. , are pretty good."

  God exists by virtue of faith.

   It is not so easy for a ghost cultivator to build a **** body.

  Qin Liuxi opened his mouth to ask, but when he caught sight of Yan Qishan out of the corner of his eye, they didn't speak.

Yan Qishan said: "Great-grandfather, Xiaoxi, that is to say, she, the young master of Qingping temple, asked you if you want to reshape this statue of yours. You see, you don't even have a face, can you reshape it? It makes the people see you, and the incense burns even more. I knew you existed, and I wanted to rebuild the small shrine."

Uncle Feng's complexion changed, and he sternly reprimanded: "No way! Yan's hometown is in Yuhang, and now the patriarch has returned to live in Yuhang, but I never told him in my sleep, because I didn't want to alarm the people. For the Yan family, the harm outweighs the benefits, I have put a trace of mystical thoughts in the ancestral land to cover up the family's luck, just in case. If you make a fuss, you will attract people's eyes and ears, and the Yan family will be ruled out."

  Yan Qishan was stunned.

  Qin Liuxi: "Isn't this a good guy? Why are you so scumbag to Tai Qing?"

  Feng Bo: "..."

   "The idol?"

"You don't need to bother." Feng Bo thought for a while, and he had a look, which was really convenient for the believers to remember him, so he said to Qin Liuxi: "Since the Lord Shaoguan asked me to come down, then please Shaoguan, just in time Let's pinch this old idol."

  Qin Liuxi: "?"

  She wanted to say that it was no good and no one could push her to work, but when she thought about the doubts in her heart, she rolled her eyes and said, "Okay. It's not easy to pinch the image, so go find a place to hide from the wind first."

   Tai Qing: The author is single, and only abuses lovers!

   Zha Mo: Writing a book is not easy, and grasping the scale is not easy. The 457 insurance was blocked yesterday, which is a bit numb, and I can’t feel it!

  (end of this chapter)