Feng Boyu Master obviously has great ambitions for his future career planning.

Wei Dedao: "???"

Xia Shouren felt a little reluctant to see them stepping astray, and persuaded them: "Two Star Lords, you said you have the ability to spread the clouds and rain, why bother?"

After all, he is also a star in the heavenly court. No matter how bad he is, he will never fall into the process of treating athlete's foot.

As a result, Feng Bo not only refused to listen, but also whispered him in a very dissatisfied tone: "Why do we know that if we can only make rain for the rest of our lives? We are both dignified stars in the heavenly court and the divine bones that the Heavenly Dao have chosen. Is this false god qualified to cure his feet? Are you suspicious that we can't cure him enough?"

Xia Shouren, who was suddenly labeled: "???"

Xia Shouren turned to the beginning silently: "...I don't mean this... Forget it, I can't control it. Do whatever you like."

Seeing that the scolding had retreated from the stumbling block in front of his divine path, Master Feng Boyu looked straight at Wei Dedao.

Wei Dedao hunched his waist, looking like a down-and-out old scholar, and a little hesitation flashed in his godless eyes: "...If the Star Lords insist, of course it's not impossible."

When Master Feng Boyu heard that he could be responsible for helping believers with athlete's foot in the future, he was happy. The two of them went to the stars of Heaven, so happy that they were as if the poor mortals had found money.

Xia Shouren looked at this speechless scene and couldn't help but complain to his friends weakly: "...I think I probably know why they were so easily bewitched by the devil of troubles so easily."

Shuo Zong: "..."

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In the early morning, Lehe City was once again trapped in the busy city.

The air is humid, and at rush hour, countless traffic flows into the congested road surface. The space where the car windows are closed echoed with the pleasant broadcast of the Good Morning News host on-board radio.

People come and go from the subway entrance and bus stop, and a large number of young people flock from every corner of the city to the business district in the city center.

At the subway exit, several white-collar workers in winter clothes chatted while taking umbrellas.

"Ah, have you read today's morning news? There's a news that's so funny."

"Which news? Did the cult elements arrested by the police?"

"Hahaha, what's the arrest? This man surrendered himself. He said that he suddenly received a call from him on 110 last night, claiming that he was the initiator of the cult criminal sacrificial activities, and asked the police to come and arrest him quickly. The operator at the reception center was confused by him and asked a few more questions. As a result, the man actually scolded the operator and hung up the phone and ran to the nearest police station in the jurisdiction. At the middle of the night, the police on duty were shocked."

The white-collar worker said, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the video to show his colleagues. The morning news host in the video was full of incredible faces when he reported the message. Then the camera turned to the chaotic scene of the local police station. In the noisy voice, the hook-nosed man said, "You are so poor in efficiency! After asking, it's so hard that my capital is not far away anyway, so I just came here by myself! You are affecting my epiphany!" The lesson was particularly clear.

A group of people burst into laughter: "This is the first time in my life that someone can surrender and be so anxious, and even realize that he was ordered by the god he worshipped to surrender?"

"Then their god really has a legal concept, hahaha, no wonder people who believe in cults are not very good at brains."

As he was speaking, the host began to broadcast the next news, mentioning the dozens of dilapidated houses registered in the city's municipal planning action within Lehe City.

One of the white-collar workers pointed at the reporter and showed a surprised expression when they shot the picture: "Oh, isn't this an old house next to my parents' home that has been empty for decades and no one has been to? When I was a child, I often went to play nearby with my good friends, but the door of the house was always locked. I have never been in. I only know that the appearance is very beautiful. What is this house for? Is it going to be demolished?"

His friend said, "How is that possible? Didn't you hear the reporter say that this house has been around for hundreds of years, and every brick and tile is a cultural relic worth studying. It's too late to provide funding for maintenance and research in the city. How could it be willing to demolish it?"

The host on the phone indeed mentioned that the municipal staff had searched for a lot of special information from these dusty mansions. She used these information and the research of many experts in recent years to turn the topic to the interesting humanities and history of Lehe City.

The white-collar workers who stepped onto the elevator listened with relish and looked surprised from time to time-

"It turns out that those houses were used as temples before. Feng Bo? Yu Shi? What kind of god is this?"

Another colleague suddenly realized: "It was them! When I was reading a postgraduate paper, I read these two names through materials. They were the first batch of gods we Lehe worshipped."

"There is still this?"

"Yes, it is said that our Lehe used to be arid areas. Thousands of years ago, in order to get rain, our ancestors in ancient times began to worship these two gods. Although these two gods are not famous, their totems can be found in many tombs unearthed locally. The article was written by an expert who specializes in history in Ningtian's research institute. There is a lot of evidence, so there should be no falsehood. You can find it if you have the opportunity."

"So, aren't they a very powerful god? It blessed our Lehe for thousands of years to have good weather? As a result, in modern times, it was forgotten so thoroughly. It is probably because Lehe has no shortage of rain, right?"

"It doesn't matter if there is no rain." A young man in a brown coat said this, jokingly folded his hands in the direction outside the subway, muttering a word, "Master Feng Bo Yu, please help Lehe's rain stop quickly. For more than half a month, I'm really not wearing socks anymore."

The colleagues around her laughed and bowed together.

After worshiping, the few people stepped out of the elevator, shook the umbrella, and just wanted to hold it up like a few days ago, but their expression suddenly paused-

"I'll go?"

Other office workers outside the subway entrance also discovered something, and each of them moved the umbrella from their heads in disbelief: "The rain stopped?!"

There were still wet marks on the ground, and the dark clouds that had been gloomy for more than half a month above my head quietly dispersed a little. The long-lost morning sunlight sprinkled in from the gaps in the clouds, causing people to feel very depressed by the continuous rain to fly a lot.

Office workers swept away their previous frowns, and some even cheered exaggeratedly, and even their steps to work became much lighter.

Is it a coincidence that the young white-collar workers who made a wish before were stunned at the subway mouth? Is this a bit too effective?

After a moment of silence, only then did some of them speak-

"Do you think...thing is what I think?"

"Didn't it mean that those old temples will be opened for visit after they are repaired? Let's go to worship these two gods if you have time another day."

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Not far away, Feng Boyu's army received the sight from Wei Xi and Tuanjieyi and gently withdrew the hand that had just raised towards the sky.

These two gods who had just shouted that the believers had ungrateful expressions were a little uncomfortable. Feng Bo even glared at Wei Xi in anger: "What are you looking at! What's the good one!"

Wei Xi stared at him, slowly raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and stroked the God-killing Whip wrapped around his waist that was not taken away by his second disciple: "If you don't report your private work, the boss will not blame you, just talk to the boss in this tone?"

Feng Bo: “…………………”

Private job...

It seems that it is not wrong to say so.

Then he remembered that his current leader was not the Emperor of Heaven, nor was he the iron rice bowl he had taken in the Heaven Court.

Feng Bo fell into the first wave of confusion about the difference in work environment after state-owned enterprises joined a private enterprise. In the stories circulating in the world, the Heavenly Court always describes the social background similar to feudal imperial power, and the Heavenly Emperor is the emperor who controls the imperial power. In fact, this is not the case. The real existence of the God Realm should be the way of heaven. Except for the way of heaven, other gods and immortals, regardless of their size, rely on the beliefs of believers and the way of heaven to enthrone the gods. Therefore, although the Heavenly Emperor is the highest-ranking leader in the Heavenly Court, due to the special nature of the unit, the attitude of the gods under his opponents is always polite. If you want to do something, you have to hold a meeting to discuss and then vote.

Not a private enterprise boss like Weixi, who acts like "Don't you want to do it anymore" whenever he disagrees.

Feng Bo felt quite humiliated, and his inner self-esteem was about to move, and he wanted to fight Wei Xi again.

A very old cough suddenly came from beside him: "Star Lord...my disciple..."

Feng Bo suddenly stopped: "...Shut up."

You want to say that your disciple is still young and ignorant, right?

Feng Bo glanced at Wei Dedao. Wei Dedao's golden light of merit was bathed in the morning sun. Although it was just a phantom, it was so dazzling that it made people feel heart-pounding.

The old man opened his eyes with weak muscles, his body movements and expressions were filled with "I'm very weak, I'm a blind man, I can't see anything."

But Feng Bo had no doubt that as long as he rushed towards Wei Xi, the old guy would be 100% able to stand in front of the moment he did it, and then use his merits to frame himself for being struck by lightning.

Since he knew it was the result, what else could he beat? Feng Bo was not a fool, so he could only snort coldly and turn around and leave.

Wei Xi took back his hand that was touching the God-killing Whip and glanced at Wei Dedao. Wei Dedao smiled as if he knew nothing.

Wei Xi snorted, and seeing Wei Dedao's appearance as weak as before, he finally became less angry.

Behind the rear, when Feng Bo approached, he listened to the rain master's eyes looking at the crowds of people in front of him with melancholy: "After staying in the heaven for a long time, before he knew it, the world has become like this. It is really prosperous and prosperous, and the world is peaceful. Is this the first time that Fei Lian has encountered in thousands of years?"

Feilian is Feng Bo's real name. Feng Bo didn't say anything, frowned and frowned, but somehow recalled the land thousands of years ago, when the earth was desolate, and humans were almost the weakest creatures. They had just become gods, running around in the prosperous incense every day, with unlimited scenery and respectful rain for believers. But even so, people will still suffer for various reasons. Food is not collected, wild beasts attack, disasters and plagues, human lives are as small as grass, and if you are not careful, you will die in a lot of people.

The land of Kitaerarawa is too desolate and is not suitable for survival. With the power of him and the Rain Master, all believers cannot fill their stomachs.

So over time, I don’t know when Feng Bo stopped falling to earth. He seemed to be able to avoid seeing those things when he stayed in the heaven every day.

The memory suddenly became a trance and turned into a real image in front of me. A large group of similar residents surged out of the subway entrance in front of me.

Most of this group of residents are old and young. The children are wrapped tightly in winter. The faces exposed under the hats are white and tender, and some are chubby, and there is no difficulty in life. The old people in the evening are all holding their children's hands and walking vigorously, and some are carrying big schoolbags on their backs. The boss is old and can't tell at all.

When he passed by Feng Bo Shui Master, an old man took out the plastic bag he put in his schoolbag and handed it to the child: "Hurry up and have breakfast, sleep in so late before getting up, and you won't let you eat when you enter school."

The child held the big bag with a bitter expression: "Grandma, there are too many, I can't finish it."

"No!" said the old man, "You are still young. When you grow up, you have to eat more and drink me the milk!"

The child was sucking milk clumsily while walking, and the aroma of meat buns came along the cold wind. Master Yu looked at the backs of the grandparents and grandchildren and smiled: "I suddenly feel that this era that does not worship and believe in ours is not bad. At least at that time, the believers of Kitarakawa could not live such a life. Didn't we become gods at the beginning just to protect them?"

Feng Bo turned his gaze away and hummed softly.

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Everyone was very tired after not sleeping all night. After returning to the capital, Mr. Gu hurried back to his unit to recuperate his posts, while Wei Xi led his disciples to take a break before going to Wuhua to seek rain.

Weixi was very tired when he returned, and the air conditioner in the car was warm, and it stuck to his second apprentice as before.

The second apprentice was warm and did not reject him. He even reached out to comb his hair one by one.

Wei Dedao, who had not entered the jade pendant, wanted to speak but stopped. After a few times of speaking, he noticed the cold eyes of Shuo Zong hitting his face. He was silent for a moment and could only turn to Duanjieyi on the side.

Wei Dedao: "You are charity, you have your head tilted."

Tuanjieyi turned his head and directly met his own master and second junior brother.

Wei De said: "What do you want to say?"

Unity: “Of course there is!”

Wei Dedaoxin said it was very good. He was indeed worthy of being the eldest disciple of Zhong Lingyuxiu, the 63rd generation of Taicang Sect. He was waiting for you to stop your master and junior brother: "What do you mean, but it's okay to say it."

Unity Yi immediately showed his longing, gasped, slapped his chest, and asked excitedly: "What I want to say is, Master, Tianzun, do you want to rest on me as well!"

Wei Dedao: "..."

Wei Dedao suddenly realized that this disciple seemed not so beautiful.
To be continued...