Sure enough, with the little boy's prayer, the little statue of light actually lit up a golden light.

Under this thin layer of golden light, the little boy's mother began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the previously weak woman not only recovered her strength, but also her dry and cracked skin and yellow hair returned to a healthy color, and she looked like she had suddenly become seven or eight years younger.

At this moment, not only the little boy and his mother, but also all the refugees watching around were shocked.

"It's true?"

"Prayer is true, it really comes true!"

"Oh my God! Is this kind of thing still there in this world?"

"That light, God of Light, will really shelter us refugees!"

For a moment, all the refugees in this area were infuriated. Even the mistress who didn't take it seriously was shocked.

The only one in the scene was laughing without saying a word. Just kidding, he, the God of Light, stood beside him. Can such a small wish not come true?

"Thank you for the great God of Light! Thank you for the young master!"

"Thank you, thank you God of Light, thank you for curing my mother!"

The woman who had recovered from the past immediately kowtowed to Wu Hui with her children to thank her. As well as the many refugees around her, they all knelt on the ground to pray as they were like women and children.

For these refugees who have lived at the bottom of society for a long time, they will do their best to seize any hope or benefit.

"These are all the contributions of the God of Light. As long as you believe in it sincerely, you will be blessed by the gods!" Wu Hui's eyes swept around and took the opportunity to proclaim loudly.

Sure enough, one faith channel after another began to be connected to the statue of the god, and finally the statue of the god was connected to Wu Hui himself.

In almost a short blink of an eye, one "eye" scattered in the slums one by one began to be lit by Wu Hui.

These "eyes" are naturally his believers. As long as there is a place where his believers are located, it is the place covered by his God-Hui!

And these inconspicuous low-level refugees in the world of immortal cultivation are the strong leverage for Wu Hui to leverage the status of Xianmiao Palace!

"As long as you sincerely believe in the God of Light, you will receive response and protection, but you must all remember that this must not be known to any immortal cultivator, otherwise you will cause death!"

Wu Hui was like a prophet, warning loudly to the surroundings, especially the last word of killing, which fell into the hearts of every refugee, and was heavy.

Even the servant, the third son, who had experienced this throughout the whole process, felt his heart tight and a layer of cold sweat spilled out of his forehead.

However, the consequences are indeed serious, but this is the only opportunity for these refugees to receive blessings. Therefore, even if they are in danger of their lives, these refugees will still take this risk.

"Wang, Young Master Wang Dong, I am a cultivator, and I have also seen miracles. You, tell me, will I have..." The mistress even came out. He was the one who saw miracles. If there was a murder, wouldn't he be done if he was accidentally killed?

"If you don't mess with things, how can you kill yourself?" Wu Hui glanced at him and said in a straightforward manner, "But you can also pray to the gods. As long as your heart is pious enough, the future is absolutely limitless."

"Really, really? Wang, Young Master Wang Dong, I, as an immortal cultivator, can I believe in gods?"

"sure."

"Mr. Wang Dong, I, I mean...oh? Master. Wang Dong, you are waiting for me!"

As Wu Hui and his servant left the slum where the refugees lived, the seeds of faith finally spread out in the world ruled by immortal cultivators in Da Yanzhou.
Chapter completed!