Outsiders listened in amazement, and a straightforward young man couldn't help but frown and said:
"Didn't you just say it was a few hundred, a few thousand bolts of lightning?"
"How did it become tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of bolts now?"
The local was taken aback, blushed, and said, "I saw it with my own eyes, believe it or not!"
"..."
Inside the Daoist Temple, Lin Heng listened to the exaggerated statements outside and finally understood what it meant when they said a sheep died at the village head, and by the time the news reached the village end, it had become a woman's death.
This guy even managed to concoct rumors that the sky had been punched with holes.
To this, Lin Heng could only say, don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors!
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...
On the other side.
Today, Zen Spirit Temple had reached the peak of desolation.
From dawn until close to nine o'clock, the incense burners who came to worship did not exceed the number of fingers on two hands.
