I run a Taoist temple in a bizarre world.

Chapter 65 includes the new Shenzhen.

"【Grass God: Guiding Souls and Ferrying Spirit Soldiers】?"

Seeing the panel prompt that popped up in front of him, Chi Le's eyes showed a little doubt, but more than that, they were filled with joy.

Although he didn't know much about the [Soul-Guiding Spirit Weapon], it didn't stop him from including it as his second divine artifact in the Green Mountain Temple.

[Includes Shenzhen - Grass-Headed God: Guiding Souls and Ferrying Spirit Soldiers]

[Required: Incense x50, Ghost Core x20.]

"We need quite a bit of incense and ghost cores, but luckily we've accumulated enough over the past few days, so it's sufficient for now."

After saying that, Chi Le had a sudden thought.

[Successfully consumed 50 Incense Sticks and 20 Ghost Cores]

[Grassroots God: The Soul-Guiding Spirit Weapon Divine Auspiciousness is currently being recorded...]

An ancient and grand wooden door automatically appeared beside him.

The mountain gate is wide open.

Chi Le could see Chen Cheng, who was busy honing his extraordinary abilities in the deserted Taoist temple.

Putting everything else aside, Chen Cheng has one advantage.

When faced with Chi Le's requests, he usually takes them very seriously.

"Who is it!"

The sudden opening of the mountain gate startled Chen Cheng, causing the half-condensed ice flower in his hand to tremble and almost scatter.

But she quickly gathered the frost and snowflakes back together.

Chen Cheng held the formed ice flower in his hand, watching the location of the [Mountain Gate] warily.

The reason was that after opening the mountain gate, instead of the familiar scenery, there was a thick fog.

It was as if Qingshan Temple was no longer on the original mountaintop, but had fallen into a strange fog.

"Hey, Abbot, what are you doing?"

After seeing the familiar misty head appear next to the [mountain gate].

Chen Cheng finally felt relieved, and the ice flower in his hand gradually dissipated.

From Chen Cheng's perspective, Chi Le at this time is not the same Chi Le who is currently in Cui Shui Village, with her current appearance.

Instead, he was shrouded in mist, wearing a loose, dark gray robe, looking every bit the abbot.

"It's alright, you can continue."

As he spoke, Chi Le, who had already returned to Qingshan Temple, walked past Chen Cheng and headed straight for the main hall.

"uh-huh?"

Chen Cheng, still somewhat bewildered, stood there with his head tilted to the side.

After closing the main hall door, he did so.

Chi Le went to the corner of the wall and watched the changes above.

On the wall where there was originally only one portrait of an old man with a cane, another portrait is slowly appearing.

It's as if there's an unseen person, meticulously painting a brand new picture with a paintbrush.

[Remaining time for recording Shenzhen: 05:58:42]

On the panel, the familiar countdown numbers were ticking.

"6 hours..."

After glancing at the slowly emerging portrait of Shenzhen on the wall, Chi Le summoned the door to the mortal world and returned to his room.

"One of the two most important objectives, the inclusion of the new Divine Realm, has been accomplished."

"The location of Cuishui Village has already been recorded at the mountain gate."

"Next, we just wait for nightfall, find the [Fragrance-Eating Monster], and then surround and kill it!"

In Chi Le's mind, a simple and safe plan had already been decided.

As night falls in this eerie world, a mysterious fog appears.

[The Fragrance of Food] If it really appears in the dilapidated temple in Cuishui Village.

Then he called out the "Land God of Changxi Village" and his newly recruited henchmen, the "Soul-Guiding Spirit Soldiers".

A righteous siege is launched against the [Fragrance Ghost].

"The plan is feasible, let's take a break."

Chi Le lazily lay back on the bed. These past few days, the real world and the strange world had been running around non-stop, leaving him feeling utterly exhausted.

During the day, he went to and from get off work at the Special Affairs Bureau on time, and reviewed the thick stack of documents left by Huang Wuwen.

After returning home in the evening and quickly washing up, Chi Le had to rush to Qingshan Temple to begin protecting the daytime returnees that spawned near the [Mountain Gate].

If it weren't for the fact that he was in a bizarre world, he wouldn't have been able to recover his energy through the Green Mountain Temple.

Chi Le had long since turned to ashes due to overwork.

Working day and night without rest, even a titanium alloy ox or horse would have to give up.

However, such days are not without hope.

After reviewing and organizing the Special Affairs Bureau's documents over the past few days.

Chi Le's understanding of the current bizarre world has become increasingly comprehensive.

Although the information consisted mostly of common-sense knowledge, it was a lifesaver for Chi Le in her immediate crisis.

In contrast to the mundane life of simply flipping through documents during the day.

Chi Le preferred to come to Qingshan Temple at night to shelter those returning home during the day.

After all, many of the daytime returnees are talented and have pleasant manners.

Nothing happened that day.

Chi Le got out of bed and turned off the alarm clock.

After being splashed with cold water and feeling dazed for a while, Chi Le finally came to her senses.

"It's time, let's head to Cuishui Village!"

……

A bizarre world, Cui Shui Village.

Sunset West Mountain.

Old Li, who sells medicinal herbs, is hurrying home in the dim light, clutching three thin wooden sticks in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that the three thin wooden sticks in his hand still have traces of fire.

"Dad, has the village chief been asking for more and more things lately?"

Old Li gripped the thin wooden stick he had just acquired, and seemed to sigh helplessly.

"We need a bit too much."

"It's okay going forward, it's just a little more each year, and this year it's started to be more every month than the previous month."

"Now... every time I come to collect this celestial incense, the price keeps going up..."

Old Li's son was somewhat indignant.

"Was the village chief involved...?"

Old Li's son didn't continue speaking. He made a hook shape with his hand, reached forward to grab it, and then pulled it back.

Old Li could tell what it looked like at a glance.

"...Don't talk nonsense, the village chief...is not that kind of person."

Old Li's son glanced around, leaned close to his father's ear, and whispered.

"Could it be... that the ancestral hall wants more?"

"Shut up!"

Old Li immediately covered his son's mouth, seeing that the villagers around him were all busy with their own things.

No one paid them any attention. Old Li, holding his son's hand, hurried home.

"You can't even keep a straight face, how dare you talk about matters of gods and immortals?!"

"Quickly hang the incense sticks on the door."

Old Li handed the three sticks of immortal food incense that he had been clutching all the way to his son.

Old Li first bowed to the old incense sticks hanging on the lintel.

He then instructed his son to replace the old door with the new one and fasten it securely to the lintel.

"oh……"

Old Li's son muttered as he took down the three incense sticks that had been hanging there for nearly half a month.

I reattached the incense sticks from the shrine I received today.

It's not just Old Li's family that's replacing the "Fairy Food Fragrance" on their door lintel.

His house is across the street, diagonally opposite, next door...

The entire village of Cuishui is gradually replacing the "Fairy Food Incense" decorations on their door lintels.

Seeing that the neighbor across the street had also hung up three thin wooden sticks, Old Li's son muttered to himself.

"It's one thing to need a lot of these, but why are they becoming less and less durable? We had to replace them after only a few days."

"Sigh, I wonder how long this one will last."

"Oh, I've already eaten..."

Responding to his neighbor's greeting, Old Li gazed at the three burnt wooden sticks fluttering in the wind above his door and murmured in the same way.

"It really doesn't last long."

It sounded like an answer to his son, but more like Old Li's own soft sob to himself.

"It should last for several days."