The coins made of materials from the 27th Middle School were rotating on Gongsun Murong's fingers, and he looked up at the sky, to be precise, looking at the shed.

He felt the rules, and now he wanted to figure out that in a special space, the rules can exist without continuing to be artificially influenced, or that they already understand the stability and adhesion technology of the rules.

Gongsun Murong can also use some rules, but he needs to control them all the time. Once he lets go of control, the power of the rules disappears. The power of the rules on the coins is not controlled by anyone, but it still has an effect. Is it because of the space itself or other reasons?

If it is the former, Gongsun Murong doesn't care, he will follow the rules in which space. If it is the latter, he needs to learn it.

"No wonder I can't bear it. If I really don't understand the rules, I will naturally be afraid. I'm sure the master of the voice is not the same, or even the same force, as the master of the voice that appears in the human race alliance."

Gongsun Murong murmured, and with his fingers moved, the coin was bounced up by him, flipping in the air, and then flipping it, without falling or stopping. There was no force around it, and the wind, gravity, and ray forces all disappeared.

Gongsun Murong gave up control and held three coins of one yuan, five yuan and ten yuan in the palm of his hand. He thought and restored the coins into twenty-seven materials. Then he pinched one again at a ratio of one hundred yuan. No matter which one of the remaining materials were made, it was not enough.

Observing the 100-yuan coin in his hand, Gongsun Murong took the influence of the rule, and then smiled. The coin still existed, and it existed without his active influence.

This shows a problem. As long as he mobilizes the power of the rules and makes them well, he can be stabilized and affected by this space, rather than special means.

He looked at the fifty yuan denomination, crushed, restored, neutralized it with the remaining materials before, and made another one of the ones worth 100 yuan, five into three, and the remaining material with a volume of two coins.

Three coins were placed on the table, and the remaining materials were put away. Gongsun Murong picked up the magical staff again and used the power of the rules to check it.

After watching for a while, Gongsun Murong nodded and said to himself: "It's okay, it's a rule-user, driven by mental power, and it is amplified by the magical staff. You can use the rules. The fluctuation law of mental power before being sent to the magical staff is the actual effect after amplification and influence. The act of chanting words before casting is to concentrate mental power and use the resonance of sound to form specific fluctuations. I will do it. I am the people of God."

As he said that, Gongsun Murong smiled.

He already knew that the so-called temple is actually a force composed of people who know how to use rules. They study rules, use rules, and do things in the name of God.

The purpose is naturally to rule and put others at a lower level so that they can gain enough power themselves, including spiritual and material acquisitions.

People living under the grace of God, such as Heramadolanggan, only know how to use it, but do not understand why it can be used. In other words, they are: they know the truth but not the reason.

Gongsun Murong, who felt that he had thought clearly, put down his magical staff, sat cross-legged, and practiced.

The next morning, everyone got up to work, while the young and strong in the team rested, and later they had to go out to find a job.

Heramadolanggan found Gongsun Murong, and after entering the door, he observed Gongsun Wuming in front of him. He wanted to see if this person who was very familiar with breeding was hurt yesterday.

After looking at it, he thought Gongsun Wuming had a good face and was energetic, so he asked, "Did you not study the magical scepter yesterday?"

"I studied. During my research, I became a loyal believer of God. Under God's will, I was willing to give everything to God. It was God's light that drove away darkness and God's milk that nurtured me to grow. God let me know the goal I was going to fight for. God is the lighthouse in the space navigation, God is the captain who leads us forward correctly, and God is everything."

Gongsun Murong held a divine staff in his hand, which is a device that uses the spiritual power made by a branch called a divine tree to accept the amplification rules.

To prove this, Gongsun Murong Nian said: "Dedicate everything about me, including my life, to God, let me use God's power, and give me food."

Heramadolanggan was stunned. Is there any such way of pronunciation? Give me food? Then he was stunned again. Several wooden plates and wooden bowls suddenly appeared on the table between him and Gongsun Wuming.

There are white things that are big fists on the plate, white things that have light black liquid in the bowl, as well as uncooked vegetables on the plate, and a few fried eggs. I know this later and have eaten it.

"This is..." Heramadolangan looked at Gongsun Wuming in confusion.

Gongsun Murong picked up a big bun, took a bite, and said, "God gave us food, come, taste, eat this thing, drink that, and eat side dishes and fried eggs."

Heramadolangan looked at Gongsun Wuming in shock and murmured: "How can God cook?"

"God, omnipotence, Heramadolanggan, are you questioning God?" Gongsun Murong, who finally had some normal breakfast in the name of God, widened his eyes and questioned.

"No, no!" Heramadolangan shook his head vigorously, picked up the buns, and said, "Thank God."

After saying that, he took a bite, the taste of the meat-filled bun with juice instantly conquered him. He narrowed his eyes and chewed slowly, fearing that he could not feel the taste well.

So the two of them ate tofu brains, ate buns, side dishes and fried eggs, and thanked God while eating.

Of course, things were made by Gongsun Murong. If God is so busy, can you take time to care about him?

He did not take it out of the soul space, he had been hiding, he stole flour and meat from the shop where he was about to go today, and other plant-based seasonings he had found around him.

When he woke up today, he released his mental power. Although he was suppressed by the rules of space, he could not easily extend many light years, but adjusted the shape of the space covered by mental power, such as ten meters in length, width and height, and he made both sides into one meter. Under the same volume, one cubic meter extends one thousand meters.

He can control a larger size and extend more. If he wants to, he keeps shrinking the other two data, enough for him to scan a line like a radar. It is still easy to extend a line and turn around the planet.

His family stole a few pounds, just a few pounds, and he also found the last storage warehouse to steal the meat. He stole a few taels of meat when he was killed.

There are many shops to go to, and he will steal a circle and then add more. He then made a storage ring according to the rules of this space, putting things on the surface to use them in the name of God at any time.

"Wu Ming, what is this? Did God say it?" When Heramadolanggan ate the sixth bun, he finally remembered to ask about the name of the food. He held something in his mouth and asked in a vague voice.

Gongsun Murong also chewed things and replied in a confused voice: "Well, I said it, it's called buns, meat buns, and the skin is thin and the filling is ten folds. This is tofu brain, and the braised water is made of wine and meat is stewed, and it also requires side dishes, it is wild vegetables, and garlic and sesame oil is added. God said that he has put the food in front of us, but he will not feed us personally."

After saying that, he took a sip of tofu brain and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's so comfortable. I'll eat soy milk and fried dough sticks tomorrow, as well as tea eggs, sour bean juice, don't worry, you can have more knowledge."

"Yeah! Yeah, yah!" Heramadolangan doesn't care about what he is or what he eats tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Anyway, today's buns and tofu brains are good, and it's okay to eat them every day, which is much better than what he used to eat.

Gongsun Murong made a total of twenty buns, and he only ate five of them. The rest were all put into Heramadolangan's stomach. He burped, rubbed his stomach, and looked at Gongsun Wuming.

Gongsun Murong quickly put the finished tableware together, picked up the magical staff, pointed at the tableware, and muttered the words: "Dedicate everything about me, including my life, and let me use the power of God, and wash the dishes."

The water came out and I went back and forth on the tableware several times. The tableware was clean and the water disappeared.

After doing everything, he clapped his hands and looked up. Seeing Heramadolanggan still staring at him, he asked in wonder, "What else is there?"

Heramadolangan seemed very embarrassed and explained in a low voice: "Wu Ming, we didn't bring much money when we came out, and we kept it all in my hands for the time being. I have to be responsible for everyone's life, that... the 166 yuan you borrowed to see yesterday should..."

He didn't say that, but looked at Gongsun Wuming.

"Oh, money, give it." Gongsun Murong understood, took out three coins and pushed them in front of Heramadolangan. He collected the other two coins that he could not use.

Heramadolanggan stared at the three coins on the table with wide eyes, raised his head and rolled his eyes, wondering if he had remembered it wrongly. Didn’t I give it yesterday? But in my impression, Gongsun Wuming was asking for coins of all face value.

Gongsun Murong helped to solve the problem: "When I was expressing my piety to God yesterday, God said that any creature who is willing to dedicate everything, including life, to God, should be rewarded by God and bathed in the holiness of God. So, when I looked at the coins, five became three, making me firmly believe that God is in my heart and God’s grace lingers around us."

Heramadolanggan: “…”

He looked at Gongsun Wuming carefully, saw from the top and then from the bottom. After three minutes, he asked uncertainly: "Wuming, do you mean, you express your piety, and then God will give you buns and spend money? One hundred and sixty-six, and it turns into three hundred in the blink of an eye?"

Gongsun Murong nodded gently: "Thank you for all this, thank God."

"Okay, I'll take the money. You can pack it up and we'll go out later to see if there is any suitable job for us to work nearby."

Heramadolanggan, who was full of doubt but did not dare to express it, temporarily believed Gongsun Wuming's statement, said, turned around and left, and muttered as he walked: "I am also pious, why don't God give me food and don't give me money?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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