"It turns out it's you, little loach. What do you think? Judging from your appearance, I should have gotten the opportunity." Lao Ben also saw Qiu Ping and saw that the aura of his body was half red and white, and he couldn't help but feel... I envy this kid's shitty luck.
That day at the market, he saw that the loach was very lucky, so he made some calculations and vaguely calculated that Jing Xinghuai would interact with him. With Jing Xinghuai's temperament of writing wherever he goes, there is a high probability that he will write a poem to the other party.
Once Jing Xing succeeds, this loach will definitely benefit from it.
But who would have thought that Jing Xinghuai not only won the championship, but also suddenly became the sixth Asian leader.
This is a first-rate existence among the people, and his reputation will inevitably spread throughout Qingzhou. This also makes Qiu Ping's benefits several times greater than expected.
When Qiu Ping heard this, he was secretly surprised. This old clam was so powerful. He had the ability to predict the unknown. He looked like he was even more powerful than He Bo.
"It turns out to be the old gentleman. I went to the market specially a few days ago, but found that the market was empty, so I gave up. Since it is such a coincidence today, I will give you the incense." Although Qiu Ping felt heartbroken, he saw that the market was empty. Looking at the old clam's unfathomable look, he took out twenty strands of incense.
This is all his savings.
Old Ben smiled and reached out to take away the incense, but He Bo slapped his paw and stuffed the incense back to Qiu Ping.
"Little loach, don't listen to this old boy's nonsense. His half-baked fortune-telling skills are inaccurate nine times out of ten. Maybe he saw your recent increase in luck and expected that you might encounter some good things. Just to fool you."
"You're not ashamed, old man."
He Bo glared at Lao Ben, his beard curled up and down, obviously he couldn't stand his behavior.
Lao Beng laughed, not feeling embarrassed at all by being exposed. It was obvious that he had done this kind of thing many times, specifically to deceive those Shinto noobs.
"Why don't you hurry up and take us to the Dragon King's Palace?" He Bo urged Lao Ben.
"Hahaha, then you all can fall asleep." Old Clam laughed loudly, and his two hard shells stretched out like butterfly wings.
Qiu Ping and others only felt that their bodies were floating, as if they were falling into a dream. In a trance, he had appeared in a market. The layout of this place was the same as that of the underground river market. There were many other things in it. The spirits are setting up stalls and calling for business.
He even saw the flying fish with two legs and the frog spirit with a Mediterranean hairstyle.
"This is the dream world of the old clam. He has the bloodline of a mirage. Everything in it seems real and fake, real and fake." Seeing that Qiu Ping and several other gods looked puzzled, He Bo explained.
Qiu Ping was shocked. It turned out that the market he had been going to before was actually a dream created by this old clam. He had never noticed anything unusual.
"You should sit tight, we are about to set off." A loud voice came from outside the market, and it was the old clam who was speaking.
The old clam flaps its carapace, floats into the air, and follows the flow of the water.
"Watching the Qingming Festival from a distance by the river, the east wind is a thousand miles away and a dream is far away, hahahaha, I'm going to go!"
His carapace flipped over and disappeared directly in place. Everything was like a dream and there was no way to figure it out.
After a cup of tea, in a weir lake five hundred miles away, the water flow surged out of thin air, and an old clam flapped its carapace and appeared here like a butterfly.
It is unbelievable that a distance of five hundred miles could be covered in just a moment.
When they arrived at their destination, the old clam shook its carapace, and everyone fell from the void into the water.
"We're here now?" The shrimp inspector on the side scratched his head with two large pliers. He had been to Yanhu Lake before and was quite familiar with the environment here.
But it was precisely this that made him very surprised.
"Come with me, everyone will transform into a god-like body, and don't show your true identity." He Bo adjusted his clothes and said to everyone.
Although most of the water gods are spirits, they still regard their true nature as vulgar. In formal occasions, most of them need to appear in person.
The shrimp inspector quickly turned his pliers into a pair of big hands and the shrimp shell into a helmet. Also, Chen Jiadun’s water god is a carp spirit, so he made a young woman wearing a long skirt and having scales on her face.
The other water gods changed their appearance one after another to make themselves look more like humans.
Such a posture is not very comfortable for them, but in order to cater to the aesthetics of the above, they can only follow the instructions.
The scale of the Dragon Lord Palace far exceeds the imagination of Qiu Ping and others. They, the ninth-grade minor gods, have temples of only a few acres and two or three houses.
The palaces here actually stretch for dozens of miles. The palaces are lined up one after another. The top of each roof is inlaid with luminous pearls the size of a human head. They shine brightly in the somewhat gloomy water bottom, like endless stars in the universe.
Thanks to Qiu Ping's visit to Heaven, the scale and shape of the palaces in Heaven are a hundred times more majestic and splendid than the Dragon Lord Palace, and they contain even more awe-inspiring momentum.
Although the Dragon Lord Palace in front of you looks majestic, it still has a sense of craftsmanship and pretentiousness.
On the wide road, you can see shrimp soldiers and crab generals riding big fish and holding spears everywhere. Each statue has a Taoist tradition of nearly a hundred years.
Even if Qiu Ping and others are led by He Bo, they still have to go through layers of inspections.
The majesty of Shinto is vividly displayed at this moment. Everything is like a dynasty in the human world. If the person is higher in rank, there is a huge difference in status.
Even though Qiu Ping has an out-of-touch personality, he is quite nervous when he gets here.
After many struggles, the water gods finally arrived inside the palace. When they raised their heads, they could see a pool dozens of miles in length hanging upside down in the sky.
Although Qiu Ping was at the bottom of the water, he could still see the ripples rippling in the pool and the mountains and rivers vaguely reflected inside, as if the pool contained a complete world.
"This thing is the mountain river pool, which is where the Dragon Lord entertains everyone. You will work with me to operate this artifact so that the Dragon Lord can entertain guests."
"You must remember that there are mountains and rivers in this pool. You can try to understand the laws and authorities in it. It will be of great benefit to your priesthood." He Bo's expression also became serious, and he whispered to everyone.
The laws of the real world are hidden and the mysteries are not revealed. Although the gods can control authority, all the power of authority comes from the Shinto system. Once you break away from this system, nothing will be left.
But in the mountains, rivers and ponds, there is a world that is still gestating, and everything inside is not yet complete. It is very convenient to understand the laws and authority, and as many things as you can understand are your own and do not belong to the Shinto system.
On weekdays, they want to use this thing, but Long Jun is reluctant to part with it, because Long Jun also wants to use this thing to step into a higher rank.
