Folklore: Pre-emptive shelter begins with the stomach.

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Jiangbai Village, a place for the five internal organs.

As dawn broke on the horizon, the once deathly silent world was once again filled with the cries of birds, beasts, and insects.

Inside the wooden house, Feng Mo, who was sitting cross-legged, looked at the prompt in front of him:

"Loan already repaid".

Just as he had expected, meditation could be considered a form of rest.

As usual, Feng Mo got up to prepare to water the fields.

The tender sprouts have grown into gray wheat, with thin red threads wrapped around the ears of wheat, like twinkling stars.

Judging from its growth, it should be ripe in about ten days.

Early in the morning, a large crowd gathered outside the Wuzang Temple.

There were old and young people, ordinary men and burly warriors.

They crowded noisily outside the temple, while a thug dressed in Feng family uniforms maintained order.

Many villagers were already prostrating themselves on the ground, devoutly worshipping towards the temple.

"Thanks to the gods of the five internal organs for protecting us! They have allowed us to live until now."

"Lord Muramori only wanted to buy some cloth, but I hesitated and offended him. It was my fault, and I hope Lord Muramori and the Five Internal Organs God can forgive my mistake."

"Sigh, me too... Lord Muramasa just wanted to buy some meat, and I didn't sell any at the time." A butcher responded in kind, "But there was nothing I could do... I have elderly parents to support and young children to raise. If I were an honest and upright person, Lord Muramasa would have bought my butcher shop without batting an eye."

"So what... you've all seen it these past few days."

Lord Muramasa has done so much for us, yet we have done nothing in return.

Even if those so-called masters come again, we'll side with Lord Village Governor!

After a day of fermentation, the story of Feng Mo killing the second-tier monster and repeatedly repelling the aftershocks of the monster disaster had spread throughout the entire Jiangbai Village.

The villagers of Jiangbai Village were fully aware of this, and they were deeply grateful for Feng Mo's actions.

This morning, they spontaneously came to pay their respects, completely disregarding the warnings from their host family.

There are bottom lines to being a decent human being!

The village guard from the Five Digestives Temple has been in our village for many days now.

We're all watching!

He's different from the other village guards!

There's a severe drought now, and the harvest is poor.

Not only did he not increase the grain tax, but he also protected us from strange disasters!

We can never repay this kindness!

"Yeah yeah!

How could we, Jiangbai Village, allow outsiders to trample on our heads?!

The more they talked, the more agitated they became. Even though they all shared the surname Feng, those former domineering family members suddenly became outsiders in the eyes of the villagers.

Just as everyone was discussing this, the door to the Five Stomachs Temple was pushed open.

Feng Mo came out, raising an eyebrow slightly.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a lively scene outside the Wuzang Temple.

This kind of liveliness usually only occurs at night.

What's going on today?

The martial arts leader in charge of maintaining order immediately stepped forward: "Young master, you've arrived!"

He then recounted the whole story in detail.

Feng Mo then understood.

It turns out that the villagers came to pay their respects to their stomachs and also to apologize for their previous neglect.

When news of the villagers gathering reached the Feng family.

Feng Nuonian was worried that the villagers might offend Feng Mo, so he specially sent martial artists over.

But the scene before them was something they hadn't anticipated.

The group of martial artists sent by the Feng family were dumbfounded.

At first, they tried to drive people away, but they couldn't get rid of them no matter what they did. If the stalemate continued, it might lead to someone's death.

Seeing that the villagers were truly sincere, the leader ordered his men to give up and wait for Feng Mo to make the final decision.

Feng Mo glanced at the crowd and even spotted Huang Lao Er among them.

The old man, carrying his son Huang Shang on his back, squeezed into the crowd, looking embarrassed.

He was clearly feeling uncomfortable because he had just been mocked by the villagers.

Seemingly noticing Feng Mo's gaze, Huang Lao Er steeled himself and carried his son forward.

The martial artists, seeing that it was the head of the Xisang Temple, did not dare to stop him.

"Third Young Master, I was on my way to the village to buy some yellow paper this morning when I came across this scene, so I decided to come and see what happened."

He chuckled, but Huang Shang, standing to the side, betrayed him with a nervous expression on his face.

It was obvious that the father was lying.

Feng Mo didn't expose it.

The other person was no longer as easygoing as before; instead, they were all over the place, carrying a bag of dried meat that had been prepared beforehand. They probably needed something from me.

It's true that I came so early, but I didn't expect to run into the villagers who came to worship.

"I see. Master Huang is truly hardworking."

Feng Mo did not expose him, but pretended to return the greeting, saying, "In that case, please rest inside."

"Okay, okay!" Huang Lao Er replied repeatedly and then went into the Five Stomachs Temple.

After seeing Huang Lao Er off and entering the temple, Feng Mo looked at the dark mass of villagers outside the gate and felt a headache coming on again.

It's definitely not acceptable to let these villagers freely enter the temple to worship.

The Five Stomachs Temple is now his private territory, and unless you have a relationship with someone like Master Huang, not just anyone can enter this door.

Just as he was at a loss, strands of golden silk rose from above the villagers' heads, passed over the temple gate, and drifted into the shrine in the Temple of the Five Internal Organs.

Following the silk thread, Feng Mo took a closer look.

He discovered that the Five Internal Organs Temple shrine, which was originally covered in cracks, had become responsive.

The cracked parts are slowly healing.

Upon seeing this scene, Feng Mo suddenly remembered.

The temples of this world rely on incense offerings.

The power of a temple depends entirely on the amount of incense offerings it receives.

The more popular the temple is, the more powerful it becomes. The temple owner and the temple complement each other, and their strength naturally increases as well.

For example, practicing meditation in a temple can make one more peaceful and calm.

The stronger the incense, the better the effect—not only can it improve the efficiency of cultivating the inherited techniques and deepen understanding, but more importantly, it can extend the time for safe cultivation, thereby delaying the erosion of the disaster stone on the cultivator.

But Feng Mo had always relied on spirit stones for cultivation and had never considered the matter of offering incense.

Having cultivated alone for so long, I had completely forgotten about this.

While he was pondering this, the villagers had already offered their tributes.

From fresh meat and eggs obtained through hunting to cloth and wild vegetables, everyone contributed their share, regardless of their family's financial situation.

Some people even gave a pair of children, a boy and a girl.

However, Feng Mo refused.

As the villagers offered sacrifices and worshipped sincerely, more and more golden threads appeared on their heads, continuously flowing into the shrine.

Gradually, more cracks on the shrine began to be repaired.

Huang Lao Er, who was inside the temple, also noticed this scene.

It is common for shrines to absorb incense offerings; every temple owner has seen it.

What puzzled him most was that the shrine to the five internal organs was in such a dilapidated state.

Logically speaking, such a dilapidated shrine should have provided almost no protection.

You can think of it the other way around.

How could such a weak digestive system withstand so many days of suffering?

He immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

Could it be that the Third Young Master never used incense offerings to protect him from so many strange calamities, and relied entirely on the arrow towers outside to withstand them?

He wouldn't even dare to think about such a thing.

That's incredibly extravagant!

Seeing this, Feng Mo, who was standing outside the door, simply opened the temple door.

Since incense could be lit outside the temple, he no longer intended to drive them away.

Just let everyone worship outside the temple gate.

Order was maintained by the martial artists sent by Feng Fugui.

After the worship ceremony, the villagers left one after another.

Feng Mo thought the matter was over, but this was only the beginning.

The main road of the village was bustling with people, and wave after wave of villagers came to worship.

The crowd finally dispersed as evening approached.

The people sent by the Feng family began cleaning up the site and tidying up the offerings.

Looking at the shrine that was originally covered in cracks, nearly one-fifth of it has been repaired.

"Almost half the village has come, right?"

Huang Lao Er watched for a whole day and couldn't help but sigh.

The number of people who come to worship here in a single day is almost equal to the number of worshippers at his Xisang Temple in a week!