Disciple observes poverty in Kaoshan Village

Wang Hongzhuang looked at this scene in embarrassment and asked Wen Sinian in a low voice: "We don't seem very gregarious standing like this."

Wen Sinian looked back at him, so speechless that he didn't want to speak.

The goddess clasped her hands together three times, then took her hands back, pressed them on her abdomen, bent down towards the stone statue, and said: "The mountain god has issued a new order, please show your spirit to the mountain god——"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thin 'buzzing' sound echoed through the mountain temple, and white mist sprayed out from the stone statue's eyes with a pair of fierce eyes.

Suddenly, white mist surrounded the mountain temple, and the red coffin was looming in the mist.

"It's Xianwu, the mountain god has appeared!"

"The mountain god has appeared. Pay homage to the mountain god——"

Among the villagers, everyone spontaneously knelt and kowtowed to the stone statue.

Mu Xiaowan followed and squatted at the end of the crowd, reluctantly bending down and bowing her head like the villagers in front.

Wan'an's eyes were also shocked, and his lips were pursed tightly as he looked at the eyes of the statue that were still spraying white mist.

She had seen people blowing smoke from their noses and spraying mist from their mouths, but this was the first time she had seen people spraying their eyes.

If it weren't for the Goddess nearby, as well as so many villagers from the mountain village, and in such a serious and pious environment, she almost couldn't help laughing.

The goddess had been paying attention to her reaction, and seeing her expression, her face was a little distorted.

Immediately he felt satisfied, raised his head high, and said contemptuously: "Girl, I have asked the mountain god to perform a miracle, and now it is your turn."

Wan'an softened his expression, nodded reservedly, and the golden tassel hanging on his head only swayed slightly.

When he reached the entrance of the cliff cave, Wan'an raised his eyes to look at the mountain god statue, clasped his hands together and bowed down, then turned his head to look at the kneeling villagers and said: "After receiving the instructions from the mountain god, everyone, please get up."

If everyone is kneeling down with their heads down, who will come to watch her performance?

Hearing this, the goddess sneered disdainfully and muttered in a low voice: "Pretending."

I haven't even done anything to ask the gods yet, so I just pretended that I had received instructions from the mountain gods, and I couldn't even pretend to be anything like it.

Hearing Wan'an's words, the villagers hesitated. Mu Xiaowan was the first to stand up and said: "The orders of the Divine Envoy are the orders of the Mountain God. Are you still kneeling, do you mean you don't listen to the Mountain God?"

As soon as these words came out, again in the mountain temple, the villagers did not dare to delay and stood up quickly.

A smile appeared on Wan'an's face. When he saw the villagers turning their attention to him, he explained unhurriedly: "I have been practicing under the mountain god for a hundred years. I asked the mountain god to show my spirit. Naturally, I don't need those complicated things."

The goddess looked bad when she heard this, and she never looked good when she looked at Wan'an.

By saying this, are you saying that her long list of performances was just a show?

Wan'an didn't answer, and stretched out his hands to quickly form the Taoist seal.

The villagers of Kaoshan Village saw with their own eyes that green fluorescence appeared out of thin air, flying like fireflies in her hands.

With her red lips raised, Wan An raised her hand and said "God's order is here!", and a red and gold card appeared out of thin air between her fingers.

Holding the card and raising it up into the air, the card flew into the air and automatic flames burned in the air.

"How is this possible?" Seeing this scene, the goddess couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Looking at Wan'an again, she saw Wan'an took out a piece of rough yellow paper, raised his eyes and smiled at her.

With just one glance, the goddess recognized the paper as the one she placed in the stone chamber, and her pupils shrank.

There were words written in ink on the paper, but when Wan An held it in her hand, she couldn't see it clearly, and even if she saw it clearly, she might not recognize it.

Wan'an raised his hand to float in the air, and the golden flame caused by the dissipation of the cards hooked his fingers: "Come here."

The villagers saw that the flame was like a sane person, and they flew in front of Wan'an obediently. Even Wan'an held the yellow paper and put his hand on the flame without being burned.

When the yellow paper touches the flame, it turns into little bits of golden light and dissipates around it.

Wan'an lowered his eyes, and when he saw that the four words "recommended by old friends" on the yellow paper had disappeared, he stopped his hand and let the yellow paper burn in the golden flames. He clasped his hands and bowed to the stone statue, saying: "Disciple observes the poverty in Kaoshan Village

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