The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people woke up from their sleep, but it seemed that they had a "scent" sleep. Although they had no dreams all night, they felt a faint feeling of fatigue and laziness.

In fact, for them, they sleep more "deadly" almost every day of the month, but they themselves didn't realize anything wrong.

What they never expected was that their body energy was reduced by nearly one-third.

Ordinary people may recover after two days of exhaustion, but for elderly and patients who are already weak, this time it is difficult to endure.

So some people "left" in their sleep.

Because they were an old man, everyone was feeling a little relieved in their grief: at least the old man did not suffer any sin before leaving, and left peacefully.

Da Jing would not expose these kind bubbles... She now became the woman selling eggs again, mixing among a group of good men and women who went to Lingshi Mosque.

Among this group of people, half were over fifty-year-olds. They were either holding their own agricultural products, carrying incense, candles, paper money in bamboo baskets, etc., talking and laughing all the way, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

From their conversation, these people actually gave these things to the Lingshi Mosque and then had a few meals at the Lingshi Mosque.

After all, Lingshi Mosque is different from the temples enclosed in other places. Except for that mountain, there is no land in other places. All donated materials are donated by good men and women.

So many people think eating here is like a blessing, but they don’t want to eat and drink for nothing, so they occasionally bring some rice, flour, grain and oil to come over. It’s a bit like a match.

Bai Jing listened to them chatting about some home-cooked events, and then talked about what they brought today, and the food cooked here was even more delicious, etc.

They finally noticed that Li Jing, who was taciturn all the way, looked her from head to toe, and his eyes fell on the basket on her arm, and asked, "This lady is so handsome. What do you worship to the Lord of Fortune?"

With the sorrow of being tempered by life on her face, she lowered her head and responded softly with a shy voice, lifting a corner of the coarse cloth, revealing a few eggs.

I just talked about the identity of the last edited article, and everyone showed sympathy and looked clear.

They all comforted: "It was obvious that you had suffered so much because you did not respect the blessed Lord before, but now it is time to respect it. The blessed Lord said that no matter when you convert to the blessed Lord, you will have endless blessings in the future."

"That's right, look at it. When you eat the food given by the blessing master, you are the blessing master's child, and he will bless you..."

“…”

Everyone is still talking eagerly with you and I. In short, if you believe in the blessed Lord, you will be blessed!

Bai Jing looked ignorant and was convinced by them, and nodded quickly, "Have you really met the Lord of Fortune?"

This abrupt question was like pressing the pause button in a noise. Everyone looked at her with a look of your own. "Can you see the Blessed Lord just meet?" Then he turned his mouth, "But we are always under the blessing of the Blessed Lord." "Yes, when you enter the Lingshi Mosque, you can worship the statue of the Blessed Lord. The Blessed Lord knows who all of us are pious to him and who is not pious..." "The omnipotent Blessed Lord..."

Everyone began to praise their blessed Lord again, as if when they talked about this blessed Lord, they were inexplicably excited when they were talking about whether they were sincerely worshipped. They began to tell them how pious they were, and they also worshiped them at home, and even did not forget to recite the "blessed Lord blessings" when eating and sleeping. Some people said that they should silently recite the blessed Lord even when walking, and they felt infinite power and happiness...

There is no way to interrupt.

Of course, Da Jing couldn't ask anything from these people.

There is only one thing that makes her care more, that is, everyone here says that the Blessed Lord can know what they think and whether they are pious...

Fei Jing believed that she was now considered the ruling god of Yaolanxing. However, except for her daily offerings and beliefs, she could not really know what every citizen was thinking.

unless……

Fei Jing remembered that when she first made her fortune in Huaishu Village, when the villagers knelt down in front of her throne and opened their hearts, she could hear their true thoughts.

But it is only limited to the God's position, which means that the other party is right in front of you and has no mental defense at all. Otherwise, you need to use huge energy to search the thoughts of these people.

Jingke doesn't think that this so-called blessing master will be willing to spend so much energy to monitor and control people's ideas...

As she thought about it, the stone statues and other objects that she saw last night gathered together people's energy suddenly appeared in her mind.

Could it be that those things are not only energy harvesting stations set up by the Blessed Lord, but also the dark eyes that monitor people's words and deeds?!

I walked and stopped and climbed to the middle of the mountain, and a clear space was flat on the side of the mountain road, and several houses were built.

A dozen people who were called Fushimen wearing double-breasted gowns were accepting items offered to everyone one by one, with special people keeping accounts, and then they were put into the house behind them.

Everyone used to handing over the things to these people, then taking a short rest on the stool next to them, and then continuing to climb the steps.

Fei Jing recalled that she felt the strange energy barrier last night when she was outside the temple on the top of the mountain. There was no such thing as this place, which means that this is not the true scope of the Lingshi Mosque.

Then the things worshipped here are actually simply given to these people called Fumin. In a sense, the Lingshi Mosque did not receive the worship of these people.

But these people still have to go up to the top of the mountain and enter the real Lingshi Mosque to enjoy meals, which is to accept the gift from the other party in a real way...

Fei Jing remembered a detail about the candy-sauce child she met while taking out eggs in the city that day. He personally gave the candy-sauce to others, but what others reported to him was followed by the grandma...

A little stunned, the aunt who had just arrived gently pushed her from behind, "What's wrong with this lady? Donate quickly, we're waiting for you behind us."

Bai Jing came back to his senses, looked at the person behind apologetically, nodded and said, "I'm really sorry, I was a little distracted just now..."

Then he handed the egg in the basket to a middle-aged man in his forties. He neatly registered, and then asked the person next to him to carry the basket into the room and return the basket in a moment.

"Ya Jing" continued to go up the mountain with an empty basket and a stream of people...
Chapter completed!