"So, you saw me in real life?"
As soon as Ye Lingyue said that, even she felt weird.
"At least the person I saw in front of my eyes was alive. Who are you... have we met before?"
When Emperor Xin learned that Ye Lingyue was actually "Ye Lingyue", his heart was agitated.
For the first time, he began to doubt whether he knew Ye Lingyue earlier.
"In the past... Dixin, it's all over. Right now, I just want to get back my physical body."
Ye Lingyue clenched her hands tightly.
She would never allow her body to fall into the hands of Xi Jiuye.
"I'm afraid you are not her opponent. Although that woman didn't make a move, she is very strong."
Emperor Xin thought that the opponent's strength was probably comparable to King Mobei's, and he was also between his brothers.
"That's my real body. I don't know how to explain it to you. The body you see right now is not mine."
Ye Lingyue hadn't planned to settle the score with Xi Jiuye so soon, but now it seems that the account must be settled.
But as Emperor Xin said, how to regain the body is still a problem.
In Xi Jiuye's hands now, he has the power of ancient times.
There was a commotion below him, and the temple had landed.
Ye Lingyue and Di Xin had no choice but to leave the temple first.
"Sister, what is this?"
Seeing Ye Lingyue and Di Xin leaving the camp, Ye Lingguang and Ye Lingri were very worried. When Ye Lingyue came back, the two little ones ran forward.
"Yangquan Temple is a temple of faith."
Ye Lingyue thought about it, and decided to hide the matter of "Ye Lingyue" for the time being.
Otherwise, with the temperament of the two younger brothers, I am afraid that as soon as they hear the news, they will immediately kill and find someone.
"The temple of faith is the legendary palace that can breed the power of faith?"
Ye Lingguang looked like a curious baby.
As the son of Yun Sheng, a medical Buddha, Ye Lingguang has heard a lot about the power of faith.
But that thing rarely appeared in modern times, and it is said to have disappeared.
"break."
Ye Lingri was also a little curious.
It's just that after the two of them took a few glances, they both showed disgust.
"Just fix it up..."
Ye Lingyue was about to explain, when she suddenly looked at the people in the camp.
Her heart moved.
The temple of faith can only rely on the power of faith to maintain and repair it.
Now that she is not physically present, she cannot directly absorb the power of faith.
But this does not mean that the Yangquan Temple itself cannot absorb it.
Can't all the citizens of the ancient city of Lausanne in the camp be recruited as believers
After experiencing the downfall of the sky, these new city residents are very loyal to Ye Lingyue.
This loyalty, if used properly, is likely to become the power of faith.
Ye Lingyue immediately discussed with the master of Yangquan Hall.
Near the camp, this dilapidated Yangquan Temple has taken root.
In the middle of the night, the townspeople gathered outside this dilapidated temple. For the townspeople, they were unavoidably curious about this abrupt building.
"The city lord said that this place is called the temple, and it was originally used for blessing and sacrifice. If you are sincere and pray to the temple, your wishes will come true."
Ye Lingguang's small figure shuttled through the crowd.
He is cute, and because of treating the city residents these days, he has become the most popular person in the camp after Ye Lingyue.
On the other hand, because of Ye Lingri's long face all day because of his lack of words, the townspeople didn't dare to talk to him.
"Photon, what you said is true, old woman, my legs and feet are in severe pain from rheumatism, can I just ask and it will be cured?"
An old-fashioned old woman muttered.
"Of course, if you ask tonight, it will be fine tomorrow. But before you pray, you have to pray for the city lord. No, just pray to this statue."
Ye Lingguang mysteriously took out a statue.
The statue is the trumpet Ye Lingyue. Although it is small, it is very delicately carved, and the outline of the facial features is lifelike.
The old woman had a pious expression on her face, and began to pray.
Ye Lingguang walked away a few steps, stuck out his tongue and said.
"Such a small problem, what more can I ask for, my young master will secretly give you a few needles tonight and it will be fine."
On the second day, when the old woman woke up, her waist was not sore and her legs didn't hurt. She couldn't help being overjoyed, and praised the effectiveness of the temple to everyone she met.
But I saw a tiny ray of faith, silently, drilled into the temple.
In a few days, thanks to the propaganda of the old woman with a big mouth, the saying that the Temple of Faith is very effective spread like wildfire.
When Ye Lingguang shuttled among the townspeople again, he discovered that many townspeople had secretly carved the statue he carved for Elder Sister earlier.
They secretly enshrined the statues, praying for the natural disaster to end soon, and went to the ancient city of Lausanne as soon as possible to build a new home.
Their devout prayers, invisibly, gathered a force that should not be underestimated.
"Please also bless the temple, the city lord, everything goes well, and bless the natural disaster to end soon, and my father and I will give birth to a big fat boy soon."
Ye Lingguang grinned and was having fun, but when he heard a woman praying there, his short legs trembled and he almost fell to the ground.
"I'll go! I can't help you with this wish."
Ye Lingguang shrank his neck in fright, afraid of being exposed, he ran away like a rabbit.
Countless powers of faith, like sparks of fire, quietly grew and quietly entered the Yangquan Temple.
Ye Lingyue knew about it two days later.
She couldn't laugh or cry, but she didn't blame Ye Lingguang, and she also knew that Ah Guang did all this for her sake.
It's just that the power of faith is so easy to condense. These city residents have only followed him for a long time, and their loyalty still needs to be cultivated.
When Ye Lingyue entered the temple again, she found that the inside of the temple had changed.
Inside the temple, the decayed walls were renovated.
The pillars that had been stripped of paint were also vermilion, and the floor, which had been covered with dust, was as clean as ever.
The entire Yangquan Temple looks completely new.
"Haha, girl, you really did a good deed this time. Where did you get so many city dwellers?"
The master of Yangquan hall was very happy to see that the temple was not worn down any more and started to recover gradually.
"Do you really have the power of faith?"
Ye Lingyue was also surprised.
When she was in the God Realm earlier, although she also knew the existence of the power of faith.
But at that time, the power of faith she gained was very limited, and it hadn't reached the effect of repairing the temple.
"Of course there are, the sincerity of thousands of people. Quickly think of a way, and then find more people. The more people there are, the faster the repair speed of the temple will be. After the temple is completely repaired and the function of the temple is restored, you will Get back your physical body and return to inheritance, and you will get a lot of benefits."
The more the Lord of Yangquan talked, the happier he was, and if he didn't pay attention, he would say that he missed something.
"What's the benefit? You are not kind, master. Why have you never told me before that there are benefits to repairing the temple?"
Ye Lingyue frowned when she heard this.