In a qualified or even "effective" mountain god festival, the first thing to prepare is the appropriate venue.

Since the mysterious local specialty persistent Liu Sanbai has given a suitable geographical location, he should create a platform with a round sky and a round place in this "suitable location".

It is impossible to bring the local sacrificial platform of Yanshan, and you must find a replacement. What you can find is the pack of Yanshan soil he brought over.

Mo Li and the old man followed his instructions and took half of the bag one by one, one drew a circular pattern along the outermost circle of the office, and the other drew a square pattern inside, quickly creating a circular land platform similar to the ancient brother Kong Fang.

However, what they sprinkled was not ordinary soil, which was mixed with the original soil of Yanshan, the incense ash remaining in the incense burner of the mountain temple, and the soil on the statues of the mountain temple. Finally, it was also the most finishing touch, and it was a little more common nails.

Only this mixture can maximize the restore of the altar space of the mountain god sacrifice.

As he was scattering, Moli frowned for some reason. He stopped and looked at the hard thing like a little crescent moon in his hand.

Oh, is this thing...

"ah……"

As Mo Li's short screams, the old man Shang Huaijin looked up and asked Mo Li with concern.

He quickly shook his head, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's continue to sprinkle the soil."

In the matter of "adding fuel to the fire", Yi Ruchang always thought that he should spare no effort, and he smiled.

"By the way, I forgot to say just now that if you are injured, you can apply this soil to the wound. There is a little 'liquid' of mine... It will recover quickly!"

Hearing this tone, even Professor Shang Huaijin, who had always been gentle and calm, seemed to shake his hands.

"I won't be fooled by you if I don't listen to the turtle chanting scriptures, and I won't ask you any liquid. I don't know the best!"

With the courage to live to death, Professor Huaijin, the monk Moli, encouraged each other and continued to complete the great cause of scattering soil.

By the way, each of them swung a pair of eyebrows on Yi Ruchang's body.

Even if Yi Ruchang laughed at this time, he had other jobs.

Turning around, he supported the table, turned forward, and jumped lightly on the table, unbuttoning the black pocket.

First, I took out two cute little yellow duck plates, then took out a pink incense burner, a handful of incense, and two large bags of spicy braised chicken feet with about five kilograms each.

The little yellow duck plate is nothing, and the pink incense burner is actually a personal hobby. However, when the spicy braised chicken feet appeared, Yi Ruchang, who thought he had a strong ability to bear, stopped his movements.

After all, there is nothing else in the black bag.

"Hey...I'll say professor."

After coughing, Yi Ruchang pointed to the chicken feet in his hand at Shang Huaijin: "Actually, when you say to others: Prepare a little 'chicken' as a tribute, shouldn't the other party think of 'whole chicken' at the first time?

I dared to ask, what's going on with chicken feet."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing this, the professor smiled cheerfully: "This student has a lot of ideas and knows how to deal with it flexibly! I heard that this is an internet celebrity store, so you can buy it as long as you can.

And isn’t it considerate to prepare gloves?”

Yi Ruchang blinked, lowered his head, wiped a handful and tasted it.

Immediately afterwards, he showed a greedy smile: "I think it's enough to just put a plate as a tribute."

As he said that, he stuffed the remaining half bag of chicken feet into his arms.

Mo Li finally sprinkled the soil in his hand. Seeing this, he hurriedly ran over and held his hand.

"Please hold on to this, my Mr. Yi!"

Professor Shang, who also completed the work, straightened his waist with some difficulty, knocked his waist back, and sighed, "Oh, old, old, old, old."

I looked at the earth painting with satisfaction, nodded Yi Ruchang, and then threw my pockets, and it turned out that the things on the table were ready.

"Then now I want to say the second one, 'corpse'."

"Mr. Yi, the day before yesterday, I actually wanted to ask you what a corpse is, and does it mean the same as the statue of the god in the temple."

"This is certainly not the same as that. Simply put, in a sacrifice, the 'corpse' refers to a substitute, such as a statue of god, which can be a substitute for gods, but the statue of god must be full of magic power.

For example, this time I asked Youyou to be a 'corpse', and it would sit in the center of the altar for the mountain god, accept the offerings of your faith, and store your faith."

Mo Li clapped his hands to clean the soil, but his eyes were still a little confused.

Professor Shang Huaijin had the experience of being a teacher. Seeing that the child didn’t understand, he explained: “Little comrade, you can think so. The corpse is like a piggy bank, and faith is a coin that is thrown.

A piggy bank is not equal to your wish, but it needs to have such a large 'measure' to accommodate your money."

"oh……"

Mo Li actually admired Professor Shang Huaijin's easy-to-understand, but somehow, when he heard the piggy bank, he twitched his tendons.

He forgot even if he didn't say it, how heavy was it for him to carry a piggy bank when he was running around in Jiangyou City? Do you know it as usual?

Before Mo Li's complaints could be seen running out of his mouth, Yi Ruchang coughed twice and quickly took them over.

"I'm very relieved over there. As for our 'Mountain God Sacrifice', I will use the statue of my magic to replace it!"

Oh, what statue of god.

Mo Li looked around and saw that there was no statue of god here that could be a "corpse".

After comparing to "ok", I was always ready to go: "Give me three minutes."

In the expectant eyes of the two, he turned around and solemnly brought the plastic gloves for eating chicken, with his hands vertically, and then used a pile of leftover mixed soil to start his great creation.

Not long after, he finally clapped his hands and nodded heavily.

"It's done?"

At this moment, Mo Li had to admit that he was very excited.

Old Man Shang Huaijin understood that appearance is not the point, and the magic power that is easy to be exquisite in the soil is worth taking out the test tube to collect it!

But even with such unanticipated expectations, Professor Shang had to admit that his old heart still vibrated when he saw the statue of God.

Turning sideways, Yi Ruchang made a "please see" gesture.

The two looked along his arms.

Then, the air stopped for a moment.

After a moment.

The old man quietly looked away.

Mo Li clenched his fists and endured them for a long time, but still couldn't suppress the complaint in his heart.

"Hey, isn't this Armstrong spiral acceleration jet Armstrong cannon? It's so high in restoration, oh no! Why is it a statue of gods that will defile the spirit of the mountain god and the villagers, hey!"

The Armstrong gyro-accelerated jet Armstrong cannon was the Armstrong gyro-accelerated jet Armstrong gun.

Whether it is a straight pillar or a ball of two souls, the graceful and smooth lines and vigorous spirit, it is all made up with easy and normal hard work.

Looking at his works, Yi Jiangren expressed twelve percent satisfaction.

When the hairy child shouted like this, do they think that the "beep" is not thick enough, or the "beep" is not big enough?

Or, is there a little less vivid feeling of swaying in the wind?
Chapter completed!