There are so many gods, big and small, in Dongzhou mythology that the ancients had to create a special "True Immortal Industry Bitmap" to sort out the relationship between them.
There are all kinds of gods, big and small, and most people can't understand the ins and outs of them.
He's not interested in it, as long as it doesn't get to his head.
However, the benefits are obvious. After a few months, many cities became much cleaner, and the frequency of mysterious incidents was greatly reduced.
No wonder the inspector general couldn't resist this urge.
After all, their roots are still in Dongzhou.
Even if we can expand the galaxy, our sense of cultural belonging will not change in the foreseeable generations.
Go home and have a good rest for a few days.
Wen Rensheng remembered something again.
It seems that I haven’t seen my other master, Ji Zhengyan, for a long time.
It has to be a few years, right?
Has the old man taken care of his own affairs?
I remember that the old man wanted to resurrect his son and the son's mother.
Ji Zhengyan and his child's mother only had a casual relationship, and they didn't know that the other party had a child at the time.
Wen Rensheng was grateful for his extraordinary memory, otherwise it would have been difficult to remember this matter.
There is no way, he has been doing big things that can break the sky lately.
If the viewing angle is too high, it is easy to ignore the people around you.
Only someone like him who pursues perfection in everything would notice these details.
Wen Rensheng then made several calls and learned about Ji Zhengyan's current situation.
It turns out that the other party has parted ways with Wang Mingtang.
The reason is very simple. The solution given by Wang Mingtang made him very dissatisfied - he could only resurrect the child, not the mother, and the child would have no memory when resurrected.
Wang Mingtang wanted to become a god, and the Inspectorate contacted him and said he would meet his request.
But Wang Mingtang is not stupid. He clearly understands the difference between using the fragmented world to become a god and using faith to become a god.
He refused the help of the Inspectorate and worked on the problem alone.
But Master Ji Zhengyan has become a gamer, traveling around the world, looking for a better resurrection plan...
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"Using a sword and riding the wind, I can slay demons in the world. I talk and laugh in the maple forest at night, and if I drink wine, I will become an immortal."
Ji Zhengyan was lying on a carriage, looking up and drinking.
The carriage was stumbling, but he didn't notice it.
While drinking, he sneezed several times.
"Someone must be thinking about me, it must be the second disciple. The eldest disciple only knows how to survive, so he doesn't worry about my life and death."
Ji Zhengyan let out a long sigh, threw the wine gourd aside, and went to sleep directly.
"Grandpa Ji, here I come!"
A little girl fell from the sky and stepped directly on his belly.
"I, poof!" Ji Zhengyan took a sip of old wine and almost spit it out.
"Xiao Huan, you girl, can you feel sorry for my old bones?" He patted Xiao Huan's head.
Xiao Huan's mouth twisted and said, "Tsk, I have no weight at all. It's all due to your psychological influence."
"Okay, where is my apprentice?" He looked around, but did not see Wen Rensheng.
"Lao Wen was sleeping at home, and he asked me to take care of you. He is such an irresponsible adult." Xiao Huan took the opportunity to complain.
"Oh, he is doing big things. I have heard about many big things he has done recently. It's very good. He didn't embarrass me." Ji Zhengyan said happily.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Tch, he didn't do anything. He just watched from the side all day long. He is more leisurely than Lao Ai." Xiao Huan disagreed.
"A person who is good at fighting has no great achievements, you have to understand him."
The two of them were talking as if no one was around.
The real owner of the carriage, a caravan, was driving slowly on the dirt road.
No one could see the two of them, and no one could hear their conversation.
The caravan was headed for Tiger Roaring Fort, where a drug is produced that is said to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life.
The fortress does not produce food, so they exchange food for medicine.
I don't know how much time passed before a loud shout disturbed the caravan.
"Leave the food for the carriages and horses, and you can leave!"
Dozens of bandits armed with swords and spears sprang out from the roadside and blocked the caravan's path.
However, the next moment, a white mist floated over, and the bandits turned around and ran away.
Not long after running, they disappeared in the white mist.
The caravan leader was surprised and happy. This was not the first time this happened.
Every time he thought he would risk his life, but every time the robbers who blocked the road would encounter white mist and be scared away.
"Goddess of Luck is indeed right. That mist must be His messenger. After I return, I will offer three bags of wheat to His temple. Forget it, let's just stick with three bags of millet."
The leader of the caravan calculated with sadness and joy.
The carriage team finally arrived at a castle built on the top of a mountain.
Just by looking at its location, you can know why it needs to buy food.
The rocks are so rugged that apart from a few weeds, no other plants can grow.
"Strange, boss, how can such a shabby place produce a drug that can bring the dead back to life?" the caravan accountant wondered.
"I heard that the entrance to the abyss is suppressed here. Maybe they have received a gift from the gods." The leader of the caravan said casually.
Anyway, as long as they buy the medicine, they can make a lot of money when they go back.
The profits are very huge, and one trip can bring you a hundred times the profit, but the risks are also very high.
Only grain is collected here, but transportation of grain is troublesome, low in value and large in quantity. Only business groups organized by the military can transport it.
Private caravans are hopeless.
Before leaving, the caravan leader received a message from the goddess of luck that he would arrive successfully this time, so he gathered several large caravans and led the group over.
