"Don't talk nonsense!" The woman patted the little boy and hurriedly carried him out, afraid that he would say something strange again.

Everyone bowed devoutly, and one group of people bowed and left, and another group of people came in and worshiped again. No one saw it. A little bit of faith power floated towards the statue of Master Tang, and disappeared into it...

When people left, it was lunch time. Many people went home to eat. There were fewer people raising incense and bowing, and the temple gradually became quiet. Only in the huge incense burner in front, the vigorous incense was still burning, filled with light smoke.

In the statue of God, Tang Ning's soul has been asleep here for a while. The little bit of faith power has turned into a force that nourishes and repairs her soul. After this period of restoration, although her soul is still unstable, her consciousness is recovering bit by bit.

The wishes prayed by the people in the temple fell into her ears one by one, so that she woke up early, but what she didn't expect was that the soul had awakened, but it was broken. If she hadn't left her soul here, I'm afraid she wouldn't have woken up here this time.

Now she is trapped in this statue of her own god. She has no body or complete soul. She can only rely on the power of faith of the people to repair her soul.

Looking at the offerings such as pig head fruits and pastries on the altar, she sighed helplessly: Now these things are only for watching, and they are of no use to her. If it is useful, it is the incense on the huge incense burner outside.

In the past, people here made a golden body for her and offered incense. Even she herself never thought that one day she would be trapped in her golden body and ate incense.

I don’t know how Mo Ye is doing? I blocked the death disaster for him. This disaster should have been broken, right? How good is he now? Will he be heartbroken when he sees her dead?

There are also her grandfather and father. If they knew something happened to her, they would be very sad.

If the news of her death spread, I wonder if anyone would deal with the Tang family and the world's Qilou? However, with her disciples here, she was not very worried about these things. The ones who were most worried were Mo Ye, her grandfather and her father...

Did they know that after her death, she was trapped in her own golden body?

Just as he was thinking about something, he saw the little boy, four or five years old, sneak in in the morning, walked to the altar, and pointed to try to get the fruit on the altar, but the altar was one meter tall, and he was short and could not get the fruit on the altar even though he stretched out his hands and tiptoed.

The old man here probably had gone to have dinner, but there was no one here now. Tang Ning saw the child standing there with his hands stretching out his hands to get the fruit, so he moved his fingers. A fruit on the altar rolled down and was caught by the little boy.

"whee."

The little boy happily took the fruit and bit it up, and sat in front of him and ate it. Sometimes he looked up at Master Tang's golden body curiously, but he no longer saw the statue on it blinking.

A man came in sneakily. After seeing no one on the left and right, he quietly stepped forward, covered the child's mouth and nose with a veil, took out a sack and threw it on his shoulders.
Chapter completed!