Chapter 1181: Worship yourself?

"The Southern Dynasty 480 views, how many buildings are in the mist and rain."
Ao Fan, who was sitting on the cruise ship, sent a glass of fine wine into the entrance, and looked at the pavilions on both sides of the lake with a sneer.
"The war in the north has continued, and this Western religion has not let go of the Jiangnan area."
It's just that the Western religion in the eyes of mortals is gorgeous and unusual, but Ao Fan's eyes are already extremely weakened.
Behind the seemingly prosperous, there are already signs of disconnection of luck.
Since traveling in the Dragon Palace, Ao Fan has been traveling in Jiangnan.
The chaos in the Southern and Northern Dynasties has already shown signs of ending. Since the previous Xu Ning's move, after Emperor Wu's annihilation of Western religion, time flies, and decades have passed.
The Northern Zhou Dynasty has been standing on behalf of the Western Wei Dynasty, and Emperor Wu Wenyong of Zhou Wu has ascended the throne.
The virtue of the Five Elements, which has been in operation for hundreds of years, has reached the final step, and it will be the time when the virtue of the Five Elements is completely settled after the unification of that day.
Thinking of this, Ao Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a smile on his face.
Standing up and leaving the cruise ship, Ao Fan entered Jinling City.
Now that Xiao Liang is in power, this Liang Emperor Xiao Yan believes in Western religion and is almost obsessed with it.
Just think about this person with the blood of Youlong, Ao Fan always feels a little inappropriate.
Therefore, after Xiao Yan ascended the throne, he sent someone to completely peel off the blood of the dragon. When he came to Jinling this time, he was not simply walking.
Standing on the street and glanced, Ao Fan stepped towards the depths of the city.
However, after a while, Ao Fan came outside a temple.
This is the Dragon Temple in Jinling City, which looks a bit shabby compared to the Western pavilions outside.
Ao Fan didn't care, and walked in. There has always been no one to take care of this dragon temple, and it was all taken care of by the people themselves.
The unwritten regulations that have been handed down since ancient times have not changed until now.
It's just that in the yard at this time, there is a middle-aged man dressed in black, holding a broom in his hand and constantly slashing across the ground, as if cleaning.
Seeing Ao Fan walk in, the man was stunned for a moment, then folded his hands together, and slowly said, "Pillager, do you want to worship?"
Hearing this, Ao Fan raised his brows and nodded and said, "Are you the one who takes care of this temple?"
I saw that person smiled slightly, and said, "Someone here wishes."
"Interesting, there are thousands of dragon temples in the world, and this is the first time I heard that there is a temple wish."
Ao Fan looked curiously at the man who claimed to be a temple blessing, his eyes flashed, but he couldn't see it.
The man shook his head and explained: "You haven't seen him before, doesn't mean he hasn't."
"Who enshrined your temple blessing?" Ao Fan said with a light smile.
"Sincere, it will naturally be revealed by the heavens, and when this temple blessing is given, there is no objection."
Ao Fan sneered in his heart. Hearing this, he was ordered by himself?
Taking a look at the temple, Ao Fan stepped into the main hall, and saw that the main hall was spotlessly cleaned. Ao Fan was not surprised, just standing there quietly looking at the statue.
Miaozhu, who had been standing outside the courtyard, frowned when Ao Fan stood still.
This person does not seem to come to worship the Dragon God.
Naturally, Ao Fan would not visit him, but his eyes fell on the dragon statue, but he was a little puzzled.
When did he hold the lotus stand in his hand?
The corners of his eyes twitched, and a dragon power gushed out from under Ao Fan's feet, but the dragon power was confined in the hall.
A cold look flashed in Ao Fan's eyes for a moment.
Someone actually arranged a formation in his own Dragon Temple! Can still limit the sage's tactics!
This formation is extremely secretive, even the saints are not easy to detect. Fortunately, Ao Fannai is a heavenly saint, and he naturally feels it.
It is by no means ordinary people who can use this method.
This is the first time Ao Fan has encountered such an interesting opponent in thousands of years. He is really innocent.
Ao Fan sneered in his heart, then looked back and found that Miaozhu was walking towards him.
Before that person could speak, Ao Fan asked, "What is your name?"
The man was taken aback for a moment, and said: "Next to Moline."
As soon as the voice fell, a bright light flashed in Ao Fan's eyes. He looked at the man and said with a smile: "Good name."
Mo Lin was filled with puzzles, the person in front of him couldn't see through, and he always felt a little weird.
At this moment, Ao Fan's voice came over.
"How long have you been here?"
"One year."
Ao Fan smiled slightly, and then asked: "Has any outsider been here in this Dragon Temple?"
Mo Lin raised her brows and said, "The pilgrims are not respectful, so it's better to leave as soon as possible. Don't disturb the dragon's body purification."
Ao Fan secretly said in his heart, I thank you for being a fake, so dedicated as his dragon temple wish.
Seeing Ao Fan still standing motionless, Mo Lin continued: "pilgrim, my Longmiao doesn't like people with no sincerity. Don't embarrass both of us."
After speaking, he made a gesture of request, and Ao Fan was taken aback for a moment, and he was actually kicked out.
It was just that Ao Fan had some guesses about the identity of Mo Lin in front of him, and did not say much, just nodded with a smile, turned and left the Dragon Temple.
At the gate of Longmiao, Ao Fan stopped abruptly.
Mo Lin, who was about to close the door, was taken aback for a moment, then frowned to say a word, but heard Dao Ao Fan say a word.
"Miaozhu, it is rumored that Netherworld has the 18th subordinate mansion, why is there no Netherworld God in this dragon temple?"
As soon as the voice fell, Moline was taken aback, and his face began to change in an instant, her stiff fingers gripped the doorknob tightly and said nothing.
After Ao Fan finished speaking, he raised his foot and left without looking back, as if it was just a small chat.
At this moment, Ao Fan can know the other's face without turning his head, but what makes Ao Fan a little surprised is that there is no breath fluctuation in that person.
Whether it was a mortal or something else made Ao Fan more and more interested.
But Mo Lin, who was standing stiff at the door, suddenly came back to his senses until Ao Fan disappeared into the alley.
Feeling the soaked back behind me, I only felt chills in my heart. I didn't want to understand the meaning of Ao Fan's words just now for a long time.
Eighteenth Nether Palace! ?
How did that person just know?
And how did this person know the relationship between Dongyue Difu and Longmiao?
Subconsciously, Mo Lin looked back at the main hall behind him, and found that the dragon statue that had moved his hands and feet, the dragon eyes were actually staring at him.
After hesitating a little, Mo Lin hurriedly cleaned up and walked outside the city.
Ao Fan, who left a breath of breath in the Dragon Temple, naturally knew about Molian's departure from the city, but he did not follow up to check.
Now he is very interested in the man who did his hands and feet in the Dragon Temple, who was not aware of it in the Dragon Temple.
After thinking about it for a while, a golden light flashed out of Ao Fan's hand, and then disappeared from his hand.
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