Chapter 1708 The story of a clay doll cultivating immortality (43)
Liu Yuhuai said embarrassedly: "I do some cleaning occasionally, so I can help you with it by the way."
"Actually, I was afraid that those who came to clean the Nixian Temple would use rags and brooms to get on you. Although they didn't have any malicious intent, they were afraid of affecting your cultivation, so they used the dust removal technique on you..."
Qian Yan nodded slightly: "You haven't said yet how they talked about me."
"You are said to be the God of Plague, and you will get bad luck every time you ask for it. But nothing good will happen to anyone who makes you appear." Liu Yuhuai chuckled, "Your temple is deserted, and you are the most special one among the temple gods.
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"Then you can't blame me. They woke me up." Qian Yan said with a serious face, "I just followed the procedure and reminded them to exchange or not to exchange. I didn't expect that they made the wrong choice every time. It was their bad luck. Besides,
They also insisted on coming."
Liu Yuhuai suppressed laughter, but nodded in agreement: "You are right."
"Continue to practice, or go out for a walk?"
Qian Yan suddenly realized, raised his left arm, and shook it gently. Pieces of soil suddenly fell down, revealing that the palm was already flesh and blood, but a little small.
"Let's continue practicing."
I have just repaired one arm, so I need to hurry up.
Liu Yuhuai was very surprised. When he saw Qianyan entering concentration again, he did not dare to delay. This time he drifted directly to the main body.
After all, he is dependent on his true body there and can practice faster.
Ever since a hole was opened in the Nixian Temple by lightning, Qianyan stopped going to the Liuhe River to practice.
Thirty years later, Qian Yan opened his eyes and stood up from the futon. His clay body suddenly became many times larger, and finally settled into the appearance of a human being at the age of sixteen or seventeen.
She fell gently from the altar to the ground, and walked slowly outside the Nixian Temple.
Every time she took a step, countless pieces of mud would fall off her body.
When she reached the entrance of the Mud Fairy Temple, the last piece of mud fell off her body. At this time, she looked almost like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old human girl.
It's just the aura on his body and the exquisite and impeccable appearance that ordinary people can't compare with.
She turned back and waved at the mud blocks on the ground of the Nixian Temple. The mud blocks quickly gathered together and soon formed a clay doll, just like she had been before.
She put a trace of her spiritual consciousness into the clay doll, and under her control, the clay doll jumped onto the altar again and sat cross-legged on the futon, just like before, with no difference at all.
Nixian Temple is more deserted than before, but some people remember this place and come to clean it from time to time. It is clean inside and out.
In the yard outside the Nixian Temple, there were some yellowing fallen leaves floating in the air.
She walked towards the Liuhe River and happened to meet someone who came to clean the Nixian Temple. The man was slightly startled when he saw her, and did not think that she was the Nixian from the Nixian Temple. He just nodded to her in a friendly manner.
Walk quickly to the Nixian Temple.
The common people called her the God of Plague, but because of her strong strength, they still did not dare to offend her, so they could only hide far away, and would not come if she could not come here.
As time goes by, fewer and fewer people know that she is very powerful.
Those who knew how powerful she was gave various warnings to the younger members of the family not to ask for help from the Nixian.
Asking for help from the mud fairy is a plague god who will definitely cause bad things if you ask for help.
To be honest, it is better to go to the county magistrate than to go to the plague god.
In the past thirty years, Ke Xuduan has also come back. When he learned about the situation here, he sighed.