"Could it be that the way to recharge the progress bar is to make me do good deeds?"
Qiu Ping felt that he realized again that there is also a saying in the monastic world about accumulating merit.
Practitioners will encounter various disasters in the process of becoming immortals, and they need to accumulate one hundred thousand merits to eliminate the three disasters and nine disasters.
When the meritorious deeds are completed, all kinds of merits will form a round light of energy in the back of the head, evading thousands of calamities, and only then can you enjoy eternal life and freedom.
"Although it was Lord Tutu who rescued these five teenagers this time, I was also involved after all, so the merit will be calculated for me?"
The abacus in Qiu Ping's stomach crackled, and he thought of a possibility.
Suddenly, he felt that the fire in the scale space was no longer fragrant.
If he were to rescue people directly, wouldn't there be a middleman making the difference? Does he get more merit?
Thinking about it this way, it would be a big loss for him.
Fortunately, Qiu Ping only struggled for a short while and quickly turned his attention elsewhere.
He had to hurry up and verify his conjecture now.
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The Earth Master stood at the door of his small temple, looking at the sky with a puzzled expression.
What's wrong with the loach next door? Why didn't he just stay in the ancient well for the past two days? Why was he running around in the village?
Young gods are full of energy, unlike me, an old man.
The Earth God took a pear in his hand, opened his mouth and took two bites, leaving a gaping tooth mark on it.
He did not grow this pear himself, it was offered to him by the people in the village. These days, people come to worship and pray to him every day, which makes his "spiritual food" abundant.
They, the righteous gods, receive dead wages, and the incense produced by the people's prayers will not fall directly on them, but will enter the City God's Temple.
At the end of the day, the city god will give them a fixed salary. If any god does a good job, he will usually be rewarded.
However, those offerings can be turned into "spiritual food" and directly enjoyed by ghosts and gods like them, which is also an additional benefit.
Qiu Ping has done a lot of good things these days, including but not limited to: lifting up a little kid who fell down, filling the water tank for the lonely old man in the village, driving away weasels that stole chickens, scaring away rats that were eating food...
But instead of allowing him to gain any "merits", the people in Huang'ao Village thought it was haunted.
Especially for those lonely old people, the water tank at home was full for several days. People in the village also said that they didn't help carry water, which scared them so much that they didn't dare to drink water.
It can't be that the land master helped them carry water. I have never heard of this.
"Hey, little loach, if you keep tossing this, I'm going to file a complaint with the City God."
In the end, the landowner couldn't stand it anymore.
If this kid is allowed to continue his mischief, the people of Huang'ao Village will no longer be able to live in peace.
Although I understand that you want to do good things, please don't be so deliberate next time.
Good guy, that kid's whole body was pushed up before his knees even touched the ground. Everyone could tell that something was wrong, right?
"How could it be useless?"
Qiu Ping's little eyes were red. Could it be that these merits were too small?
right! That must be it.
Qiu Ping thought of another possibility, and immediately plunged into the river in Huang'ao Village, flicked his tail, and left Huang'ao Village in the blink of an eye.
The Tutu Master picked up the dianmao book and prepared to draw a cross under Qiu Ping's name with a red pen.
The gods need to check their attendance every morning and evening, and the local land is responsible for recording, and the gods patrol and inspect day and night.
If anyone is found to be derelict in his duties, he will be fined at least three days of salary.
If you miss work too many times, you may be stripped of your authority and kicked out of the Shinto team.
However, after thinking about it, he still drew a circle. At the same time, he also corrected Qiu Ping's absence from work half a month ago and adjusted it into a circle.
"He is a young god after all."
The Earth God shook his head, put the book away, shook his head and turned into a clay sculpture again.
Qiu Ping went upstream along the small river in Huang'ao Village and entered a wide river.
This river is called Fuhe, and its widest point is nearly twenty feet. It is connected to the Cangyuan River at the top and Bailiyan Lake at the bottom. It is rich in water and vapor, and it breeds countless aquatic animals.
Unlike the peaceful and peaceful human world, there is a food chain relationship between the aquatic tribes, and they fight each other very seriously.
The person in charge of Fuhe is Fuhe Shuibo, and Hebo allows and even supports such fighting.
Because He Bo, like Qiu Ping, is a different kind of god. They both have physical bodies to rely on. In addition to their authority, their respective strengths also come from their own moral character and the nobleness of their bloodline.
Just like Qiu Ping now, after he left Huang'ao Village, he could not use the power of the Well God. But his strength as a monster still exists, and some little monsters who have not practiced for a long time are no match for him.
The fight between life and death can best train the strength of monsters and monsters.
Those with high enough strength, or those with the most powerful bloodline, will be included in the team of water gods.
Qiu Ping also rose to the top because He Bo discovered that he had the blood of the golden-threaded dragon loach. Although it was very thin, it still had innate advantages over many ordinary aliens.
Qiu Ping paraded close to the bottom of the Fu River, his five-foot-long body swaying, but only causing slight ripples.
Although his body is not very eye-catching compared to many fish that are naturally huge, the vague sense of oppression caused by it caused the nearby aquatic animals to dodge.
He himself is a strange species among loaches, with innate roots and feet. After eating fish food for so long, he is now almost equivalent to a monster with a hundred years of Taoism.
Even looking at the entire Fu River, there are not many beings with higher cultivation than him.
Qiu Ping quietly restrained his breath, but his swimming speed became faster. His magical power of lubricating oil was secretly activated, just like a shadow walking through the water, and many fish thought they were dazzled.
Qiu Ping just walked around and found his target.
When he swam closer, he realized that he was still an old acquaintance.
A black python was swimming rapidly in the water. It was completely black, and some faint grid-like patterns could be vaguely seen. But the face of this snake is that of a woman. It has a beautiful appearance and long black hair hanging down to its tail.
It was the human-faced snake I saw at the underwater trading market last time.
At that time, the human-faced snake exchanged ten drops of venom for his wisp of incense, but he didn't expect to see it still here.
However, at this time, the human-faced snake was running away in a hurry. Behind it, it was chasing a snake that was more than ten feet long and had a mouth full of sharp teeth.
The breath of the human-faced snake was severely weakened, and its torso was covered with wounds.
Qiu Ping hid quietly in the dark, but his muscles were tense. When the snake approached, he unleashed all his strength and hit it like an arrow.
