[Comprehensive] Supernatural Honmaru Experience Records

In the early morning, the air in the forest without exhaust pollution is very fresh, and the grass leaves are covered with fresh dew, which occasionally drips onto the new white short mushrooms in the soil, which looks very fresh.

Taoyuan Nana broke a branch at random, walked briskly from the path in the surrounding forest to Mokuren Shrine, and unexpectedly found that everyone was up.

"It's only six o'clock—" Taoyuan Nana looked at the time, "Why did you get up so early, Lie Su, didn't you stay in the dark until the early morning yesterday?"

Lie Su raised his face with dark circles, "Is it you who howled "My Sun" in the forest just now?"

Nana Taoyuan was startled, "Did I disturb you? I'm sorry... I'm obviously far away."

"It's nothing, it didn't make a lot of noise—" Lie Su pointed to Bawei who was sleeping and unaffected, "There's one here."

Nana Taoyuan still had the same guilty expression, "Leave him alone, he is mainly used to—"

Now if Ba Wei feels the evil spirit or the enemy's breath, he can still get up immediately, but he is immune to the sound of soprano singing, electric drill decoration, construction site construction, scissors choking kitchen knives and cockroach medicine, and he can sleep as usual Not wrong.

——If you have heard your wife snore for more than ten years, you can do the same.

Now that he was woken up early, Liesu simply stretched his waist and went to prepare the materials that will be used later. Nana Taoyuan rubbed his stomach and planned to have breakfast first.

The two invited aunts have already started preparing breakfast very diligently. Gu Huo Niao is using a huge steamer to make steamed eggs, while another aunt Sachiko is a little busy making rice balls.

As soon as Nana Taoyuan came over, Aunt Sachiko stuffed a freshly made rice ball into her hand, Nana Taoyuan was taken aback, "...Thank you."

"Go and have breakfast." Aunt Sachiko's voice was a little hoarse, but her tone was very gentle. Nana Taoyuan nodded obediently, and turned her head to the dining table. When she sat down, she still felt that Sachiko's eyes were still watching her.

It seems that Aunt Sachiko likes her very much.

And the other aunt, Guhuo Niao, kept her eyes on the little witches who had just woken up. At this moment, they held glasses and stood in a line in front of Natsume Takashi. There is a large box of pasteurized milk in front of Natsume Takashi. He is holding scissors and dividing the milk into bags.

A little girl finished drinking the milk, and she walked up to Gu Huo Niao with an empty cup, "Auntie... May I have steamed eggs?" Birds are so cute.

Aunt Xingzi quickly supported Guhuo Niao, and whispered in her ear, "Hold on, don't faint until the child is gone." Immediately afterwards, she turned her head and explained to the little witch who didn't know why, "Please wait a moment. , you can eat it right away.”

The little witch nodded, and returned to her seat obediently. Aunt Xingzi watched her walk away, and then let go of her without mercy, and the girl fell to the ground with a slap.

Natsume Takashi in the corner: "..."

Indeed, as Aunt Sachiko said, the steamed eggs were quickly prepared and distributed to each child, including Natsume Takashi and Taoyuan Nanao.

"That's right, Aunt Sachiko, don't divide the rice balls after they are ready, but pack them up for the children's lunch." Lie Su directed, "As for breakfast, I have other arrangements."

Lie Su came over with a big cardboard box, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, poured out a large box of sandwich biscuits and various snacks, "Come, eat whatever you want...but you must drink milk and eat eggs before you can eat these snacks " Lie Su patted the little hand that was about to come up to grab the biscuits, and added positively.

As soon as Fengshen Yimulian and his Long just sat at the table, two servings of milk and steamed eggs were placed in front of them. While he was in a daze, Liesu grabbed a handful of biscuits and put them on Yimulian on the table.

This is……

The logo of Ichimoren Shrine was printed on the plain packaging bag, while the name of his shrine was written on the reverse side, which made Fengshen slightly widen his eyes, and started to play with it fondly.

"Can this be eaten, Lord Fengshen?"

Fenglong hangs on the shoulder of his own god, looking straight at the packs of small and exquisite snack packaging bags, feeling that the colorful ones must be delicious, and nodded at Yimu Lian. When Lie Su said just now, he really said this It is edible, though.

Looking at the packaging bag with his shrine logo printed on it at a glance, he was a little helpless, not knowing how to open it.

"Hey~"

A small hand held a bag of torn biscuits and handed it over. After staring at it for a moment, the unopened biscuits in his hand were taken away, and then stuffed into the opened bag.

Fengshen turned his head, just in time to watch the little witch Aijiang bite the zigzag seal of the biscuit bag with her baby teeth, and then tear it open.

Immediately afterwards, she tore open the bag that was still dripping with drool, took out a bulging pink macaron from it, and tiptoed it into Fenglong's mouth.

This is much more fun than going to the zoo to feed giraffes.

Fengshen rubbed the head of his little witch and told her to go back to her seat. He also took out a warm yellow macaron from the bag. Cute as a witch.

He took a bite and, well, it was just as sweet.

……

Today, a spectacle appeared in Heianjingli.

The little witches, who were only as high as the waist, knocked on the door of the residents politely, and then delivered novelty snacks in their hands.

"Auntie, do you want to know about Fengshen!" Seeing that the other party took the biscuit, the little witch immediately took out a beautiful and ugly brochure, which described Fengshen's experience in detail.

He is a god who has sacrificed a lot for his believers.

"That's right, my Master Fengshen is super nice!" Hearing that her god was praised, the little witch ran to the next house happily, knocked on the door, and handed out small biscuits with both hands.

"Hello, Fengshen, do you understand?"

In this way, within a day, Fengshen lit up the whole city with a single glance.

No god has ever declared his existence in such a high-profile way.There is no such precedent, neither for practical nor for absurd gods.

Modern carpet harassment propaganda has spread like a virus.

Fengshen Shrine——

Seeing the children going down the mountain, Fengshen came to Aunt Xingzi and Guhuo Niao, and insisted on helping with the dishes.

But after swiping the first one, he was stunned.

The power of faith... seems to have suddenly increased!Yimulian didn't believe in evil, and then brushed another one, and the power of faith began to increase again.

Fengshen slowly put down the bowl in his hand, tried to calm himself down, and then began to think about the inevitable connection between washing the bowl and the power of faith.

And in the forest, a certain little monster named Yingcao was also lost in thought.

"Miss, can I touch your dandelion!" The little witch Momo said as she handed over a pack of biscuits.

Yingcao looked at the little witch who was pulling at the corner of her clothes, sighed, and handed her body over, "I can only play for a while."

The little witch quickly took the big dandelion, buried her face in it like hugging a big marshmallow, and rubbed it vigorously. After a while, she remembered her mission.

"Ah, by the way, young lady, after eating my biscuit, you will believe in Lord Fengshen."

Yingcao: ...?

Suddenly there was a faith-filled Yingcao holding the biscuit in her mouth, neither swallowing nor spitting it out, she could only open her eyes wide, angrily stuffed the biscuit she took a bite back into Momo's hand.

"No, forget it, I can't have both biscuits and Ichimokuren-sama!"

Momo stuffed the dandelion back into Yingcao's hand, and angrily carried the basket and left, but she stopped after taking a few steps, as if after some hesitation, she ran to Zhengda Yingcao again. beside.

"I'll give you another chance! Do you want to believe in the gods of my family?"

Momo touched the little basket painfully, "how about I give you two biscuits?"

"It's not about biscuits." Yingcao racked her brains to explain clearly to Momo, and Momo had the same plan.

"If you don't want to believe in Lord Fengshen, then you can also believe in Lord Yimulian!"

Yingcao: ...

Isn't this the same person? !

In the end, Yingcao still accepted the flyer given to her by the little witch, and... double macarons.

It's not easy, you must know that the only people in the city who have the treatment of "double biscuits" are the mountain rabbit with Mr. Frog besides Yingcao.

"Uncle, do you know my Kami Sama Yimulian-sama!"

Seimei lowered his head slightly, seeing the little witch following behind him, he couldn't help but smile.

The little witch was stunned, "It's not uncle... it's brother."

"It's okay, everything is fine." Qingming knelt down and took the brochure and biscuits from the little witch.

As soon as he got the brochure, he was surprised by the touch of the advertising paper.

The texture is creamy and the color is vibrant.He touched the words printed on it, and it was impossible for manpower to write so neatly with such a small font.

Qingming looked at the brochure, her eyes became inquisitive.

To be able to make such a wonderful thing, the person behind this god must not be simple.

"Did your god give this to you?" Qingming asked after looking at the logo on the biscuit bag.

The child's words are very good, "Brother Liesu gave it to me." She pointed to the small biscuits in her basket, "He said that if you want to buy biscuits, you can go to the shrine's festival in three days."

Three days later, the shrine festival.

Qingming silently recorded the time, he stood up, put the brochure and biscuits into his sleeves together, then lowered his body, and whispered a word in the little witch's ear like teasing a child.

"Please go back and tell him, just say..."

"Don't forget to attend the meeting of the gods ten days later."