This Sandbox Game is Unreliable Chapter 12

  Chapter 12 Pretend to be a ghostly high-cold persona

  'It's a bit noisy, although I think it's better to be a little bit more, but if I get up, I won't be able to carry out many plans. ' Chen Xiyi wanted to do it, but he didn't have the conditions.

   What's more, he is a player, he is not afraid of death, what else is he afraid of?

   "Shangxian, this is the Xuande Temple in Lingqu City. It is dedicated to the great sage Xuande who manifested his spirit and light. There are many incense and pilgrims in this temple every day." Wu Xiu got off his horse and walked to the side of the wooden sedan chair and said.

  Chen Xiyi got off the sedan chair slowly, and glanced at the magnificent temple.

  Wu Xiu's big movement naturally attracted the priests of the Xuande Temple to watch.

The age of the temple is not too young, at least sixty years old, originally wanted to reprimand loudly, but saw Wu Xiu and his party, it was a wooden horse and a wooden man, and then, a weird person like a stone sculpture came out When I got off the wooden sedan chair, I couldn't help but feel tight.

   "Let's go and have a look." Chen Xiyi put on airs, and naturally saw the old temple, and when he got off the wooden sedan chair and walked step by step to the Xuande Temple, he put on the fashion.

   Then, under the watchful eyes of so many people, the stone armor on his body slowly disappeared, revealing the fashion of Qingxu Sect head teacher.

  The pilgrims, temple congratulators, passers-by, etc. all present held their breath when they saw this scene, and looked at this scene in shock.

  Chen Xiyi passed Miao Zhu just like that, and headed straight for the temple.

Wu Xiu, who was chasing from behind, came and hurriedly said to Lao Miaozhu: "The Shangxian came here to meet the great sage Xuande, don't be stupid, follow behind and serve, if the Shangxian and that Xuande The great emperor mentioned it to you, I am afraid that you have achieved the consummation of merit and virtue."

  Hearing this, Lao Miao Zhu Ru woke up from a dream: "What Mr. Wu said is true, what he said is true."

   Based on this, Lao Miaozhu hurriedly turned around and chased after him, and then led the way: "Shangxian, please."

  Chen Xiyi didn't say anything, but followed the old temple into the temple.

  The next moment, everyone outside the temple was boiling, and they wanted to rush into the Xuande Temple so tensely.

  Everyone saw the scene of Chen Xiyi's transformation just now, and then heard Lao Miaozhu's voice of ascending immortals, and everyone still couldn't understand what was going on.

   These are living gods, not those statues made of clay and wood that cannot speak.

   Fortunately, this Xuande Temple is not a small temple. Apart from Lao Miaozhu, there are also a group of intellectuals to maintain order. When they saw people coming, they quickly stopped them.

   "Everyone, everyone, don't panic, if you offend the Shangxian, you and I can't afford it."

   "Stand back, it won't be too late to come back after the meeting between Shangxian and Xuande Dasheng, don't be presumptuous."

  The intellectuals in the Xuande Temple have also seen strong winds and waves. They can maintain the annual temple fair with more people coming here.

   Coupled with the use of the immortal titles of Shangxian and Xuande Dasheng, a group of fanatical people were quickly coaxed temporarily.

   On the other side, Chen Xiyi entered the temple, looked at the rough statue, and sighed inwardly.

  This idol is not good, it does not have any spirituality.

   "When is the year here?" Chen Xiyi asked indifferently.

  The old Miao Zhu was taken aback by these words, and then Wu Xiu thought for a while and explained: "I want to ask you how long this temple has been built, and how many years the gods have been worshiping for."

"This temple has been in existence for fifty-two years. I have served Xuande Dasheng here since I was a child. No one is more familiar with this Xuande Temple than this old man." After the old temple Zhu reported the time, He also said calmly about his hard work.

   "Well, let's go, the statue is not very spiritual, there is no **** inside, and it needs to be worshiped for a few more years."

   After Chen Xiyi finished speaking, he turned his head and left. The time was too short to give a psychic enlightenment.

   This remark made Lao Miaozhu breathe a sigh of relief and almost didn't bring it up. If he hadn't been firm-minded, he would have sent him away directly.

  Wu Xiu, who was following behind, naturally also heard it, and he was also a little surprised by this. There is no spirituality in the Xuande Temple where incense is constantly burning every day.

   "Shangxian, please stop. The little old man wants to know how to make the statue animate, and I hope the Shangxian will give advice." Lao Miaozhu asked boldly after recovering.

   "You can't say it before the fate comes." Chen Xiyi said pretending to be inscrutable.

   This made Lao Miaozhu doubt his life. He will be sixty-three this year, and when will he have a chance.

  In just such a dazed time, Chen Xiyi had already walked out of the Xuande Temple.

   Looking at the bustling crowd, he couldn't help frowning.

   When he walked down, he canceled the fashion, and the stone armor on his body once again covered his whole body.

   A group of onlookers hurried out of a way.

   There were more people who came this time, and seeing Chen Xiyi's transformation with their own eyes again, naturally they became more and more enthusiastic.

  Before getting on the sedan chair, Chen Xiyi said to Wu Xiu: "Is there a century-old temple?"

  Wu Xiu thought about it, he was really clear about it, otherwise he could have come directly to the Xuande Temple where the incense is most prosperous.

  Although Chen Xiyi was asking Wu Xiu, his voice was not low, not to mention there were a group of people surrounded by the intellectuals of Xuande Temple, so he was naturally heard.

  Someone in the crowd shouted: "The Xuanyuan Temple in the south of the city has been around for two hundred years, and it worships the ancestor Xuanyuan."

   "Yes, just look at Xuanyuan."

  The crowd was choppy, and many quick-witted people hurriedly took advantage of this moment to squeeze out of the crowd and head towards Xuanyuan Temple in the south of the city.

   This has to take an upper hand.

   "Xuanyuan Guan Xuanyuan Patriarch? Wu Xiu, can you recognize the way." Chen Xiyi asked indifferently.

   "I recognize it." Wu Xiu almost didn't think of such a place, mainly because the Xuanyuan Temple is just a small temple, which has long since fallen, and was built in a remote place in the south of the city.

Now there may be only one old temple owner, and the statues in the Xuande Temple have no spirituality, not to mention the Xuanyuan Temple, they don't even have a statue, there is only one painting, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be comparable This is Xuande Temple.

   "It's good if you recognize it, then let's go to Xuanyuan Temple first."

  After Chen Xiyi finished speaking, he sat in the sedan chair and ignored the noise outside.

  He is just an empty air now, not suitable for taking the line of being close to the people. Only by putting on airs and being cold can he better establish a persona and disguise himself.

   If he really wants to follow the path of being close to the people, he has to wait until he gets enough goblins, otherwise it will be easy to reveal his secrets.

  As the saying goes, do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes. At present, he is more suitable for doing less and making fewer mistakes.

  Forging iron requires self-strengthening. He is just an empty frame without any strength. Naturally, he has to be more cautious in everything. If he can say as little as he can, say as little as possible, and he must not talk too much.

  (end of this chapter)

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