"Hey, isn't that that little bastard Wei Wu?" Not far away, Qin He, who had just emerged from the bathhouse, looked at the entrance of the alley with a strange expression on his face.

Going to the alley in such a cold weather to listen to a fortune-telling by a fake blind man?

Can fate be counted?

The thinner it becomes.

If fate can be avoided by calculation, is it still called fate?

"It's hopeless."

Qin He shook his head, turned around and left.

Walking on the street, Qinhe was aimless.

I have something on hand, but it's not very important.

First, Xu Tianen, the king of Zhongshan, began to let loose.

In the porridge, there is less and less rice and more and more bran.

If you get the chance, give him some eye drops.

The second is the mission of merit.

How can I put it, with more and more spiritual manifestations, the benefits are obvious, that is, the accumulation of merit is getting faster and faster.

No matter what happens, word of mouth is the fastest.

The last time Qingniu gave birth to his son, the news had already spread.

There is also the story of Grandma Huang's son's recovery from tuberculosis, which is also rumored to be miraculous.

In just a few days, Qin He's daily merit accumulation has increased to more than two thousand.

Hey, someone will say it.

How can you gather merit if there is no spiritual manifestation?

It's very simple. Zhang San went to the temple to make a wish today. I will take on a big business today.

As a result, a big business really came to my door in the afternoon.

Okay, the next day Zhang San went to the temple to fulfill his vow, and his merit was 3.

Qin He did nothing during this period and gained 3 points of merit in vain.

Li Si ran to the temple and made a wish: I will have bad luck today.

As a result, he really stepped on a piece of dog poop in the afternoon.

Okay, the next day Li Si went to the temple to fulfill his wish, with 5 merits, and made another wish by the way. I came across ten taels of silver today.

No problem, I bumped into an old man when I went out and blackmailed him for ten taels of silver.

Qin He did nothing and got 5 points of merit in vain.

This is the power of the temple’s “spirit”.

People like to go there and have all kinds of weird wishes. Many of them can be fulfilled even without going to the temple to make a wish.

Time is also fate.

The other one is the temple spirit. The common people are in awe and sincere.

If the heart is sincere, the single value of merit will be high.

The number of people entering the temple these days has not doubled, but the merit has doubled. Here is the secret.

After thinking about it, Qin He took out the magical little book and started to read the prayer records on it. Merit is a great cause, but you still have to do it little by little and upgrade your merit body as soon as possible.

The prayer pen is indeed a sacred object. The densely written words in the magical notebook are all the wishes made by believers in recent days.

After a cursory glance, Qin He discovered.

The matter of applying eye drops to Xu Tianen and the task of earning merit can be combined into one.

In the past few days, no less than two hundred refugees came to the temple to make wishes, praying not to stop giving porridge, but to have more rice and less bran, because the porridge contained so much bran that even the refugees found it difficult to swallow.

Moreover, the bran is not broken enough, and some of it is just husk, and the rice has not been peeled.

If two things can be combined into one, let’s do it.

After sensing it, I found that bastard Xu Tianen was still hiding in the palace.

Obviously, he was frightened enough last time, but even so, he still dared to test the edge of the "lying corpse cremator", and his courage was not ordinary.

Without hesitation, Qin He went to the imperial city.

The qi-watching technique was swept away in a hurry.

Dali's Luck Golden Dragon, after retreating from Dilu, became stronger for a short time, then it declined again.

The decline is irreversible.

Qin He walked to the palace gate, and within a hundred steps, he felt a strong repulsive force, crushing him like an overwhelming force.

With a slight flash of inner energy and magic power, the force was released.

Qin He walked towards the palace gate step by step, the repulsive force became stronger and stronger, but Qin He's steps were firm.

Thirty steps forward, the place where An Zhongjiu destroyed the palace wall has been restored to its original appearance.

Fifty steps forward, we saw another place that had been bombarded, but we didn't know who did it.

Seventy steps forward, Qin He felt the pressure.

After walking ninety steps, Qin He felt that his steps were a little heavy.
Chapter completed!