MTL - I Created Mythic Revival - Chapter 145 undercurrent

Lin Zhao, transmigrated as the framed son of Zhongliang and was sent by the emperor to a dilapidated temple.

‘Bind the temple management app and become an abbot!’

Clean up the broken futon and turn back to a pilgrim at the foot of the mountain.

Ding dong! Mission accomplished.

Get the bonus: watery Chinese cabbage x1.

Abducted pilgrim: The old man in the family has been sick all the time. When I went to the temple, the abbot gave me a cabbage with water and spirit. After eating it, my old mans health was healed!

Other listeners: What!? That broken temple is so spiritual, let’s go!

Lin Zhao: Don’t crowd, don’t crowd! The Palace of Heavenly Kings will be crushed!

——The emperor who has not yet consolidated his power sent a secret letter:

Aiqing, your life is going well, but I have a headache!

Recently, there have been found few illegitimate children, which is very troublesome.

I have arranged for someone to come to you, I hope you can share my worries for me!

Lin Zhao: …… Shave the prince’s head, it’s not tiring to say it directly.

1. There are magical tables, magical seeds, and magical fertilizers

2. There are many short stories in the unit

3. There will be a bridge to develop the surrounding economy in the back

4. The protagonist is an honest monk on the surface, and secretly attracts talents and transfers funds for the emperor.

5. The work is inspired by a game. (Because it involves propaganda, I can’t say the specific name)

- Description from Novelupdates

[New Hit Book] The king mysteriously withdraws, and just when everyone breathes a sigh of relief, they are unaware that an unprecedented storm is about to unfold!

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.