Time flies and years change, Xue Tian had some accidents in the space-time tunnel that was shuttled through the late Ming Dynasty, causing his body to be destroyed in the turbulent flow of time and space, and his soul also exhausted his divine power on the long road to self-protection, and finally fell into a coma...

"Hey, wake up... are you okay... wake up..." In a daze, it seemed that someone was slapping Xue Tian in the face, which made him so angry. Who dared to be so arrogant? Wouldn't you be afraid of being burned to ashes by my divine power?

I opened my eyes with difficulty, and the first feeling was that it was cold. I actually lay on the ground, and the dark sky and a few kind passers-by were in my eyes.

"It's good that you're fine. Remember not to sleep on the road next time. It's very dangerous!" The middle-aged uncle who woke Xue Tian up warned.

"Okay, thank you." Xue Tian stood up with some difficulty. He found something wrong with the hands. These hands were white and translucent, slender, and weak, which was very different from his previous hands.

"Is this?" Xue Tian quickly touched his face, and indeed couldn't find a similarity. He smiled miserably and said, "Has I really traveled through time?"

Xue Tian hurriedly looked at this body. This was also a man, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing tattered, black and smelly clothes, and his body also emitted a strange smell. There was an iron milk powder jar in front of him, with some coins and small denomination banknotes. There was also a plastic bag next to the man, which contained a razor, and several other items that were not clean to change clothes and wash supplies.

Since he had no memory of this man in his mind, Xue Tian was also confused by this situation. He looked at the skyscrapers everywhere and was convinced that he had traveled to modern society, but he had to ask others in which era and where he was. He could not feel the divine power in his body at all, so he was so depressed.

"I can't feel a little divine power. This is really a long and arduous road!"

Xue Tian sighed, packed up his things and left. He is not a beggar and does not need to use this lowest-level method to make money.

He ran to a bridge in one breath, saw the clear river water, and jumped down without saying a word.

After washing his body, Xue Tian threw away the worn out clothes and changed into the clothes he had changed.

"There is only more than 500 Hong Kong dollars left in my pocket, which is really good news... Let's go and solve the stomach problem first." Xue Tian pulled the corner of his clothes and walked towards a roasted bakery shop with big strides.

I ordered a duck leg rice and chatted with the boss. Then he realized that he was in 1991, and it was November, and it was soon 1992. Xue Tian didn't care, so he sat down to have a meal and watched the TV show.

"The Goddess of Flower Street? What kind of TV series is this? Why have I never seen it before?" Xue Tian heard the voice and looked up. A beautiful actress who was very familiar with him was being beaten by a loan shark. He saw that he was indignant and wanted to take action to seek justice for the goddess immediately.

"It's so outrageous. These people who are lending loans are not even letting go of such cute Miss Fang Xiaoling! It's so hateful!" The bald boss, who is in his fifties, held a kitchen knife in an atmosphere and looked at the TV screen.

"Fang Xiaoling? Isn't it Zhou Huimin? Did I wear it in a movie and TV series?" Xue Tian thought so in his heart, but his face remained silent. He paid and left the roasted bacon after a while.

Xue Tian walked slowly along the street. He passed through the endless crowd, not caring about the NPCs at all, until he suddenly stopped when he passed a lottery shop.

"Lottery shop... As a god, I will be better luck than others no matter what, right?" Xue Tian said unconfidently.

But soon he let go of all doubts and disconfidence and walked in. He took out the more than 500 Hong Kong dollars from his wallet. This was his last bet.

"Boss, give me this kind of two scratch-off color. I want fifty."

"Okay sir." The boss took the money, took out the lottery from the cabinet, and handed it to Xue Tian.

Xue Tian took the lottery, turned around and sat on the chair in the store, put the lottery ticket on the table, picked up a coin, and began to shave it slowly.

"The first picture, ten yuan... the second picture... no... the third picture, five yuan... the fourth picture... no... the seventh picture... twenty yuan... the thirteenth picture, two hundred yuan... the nineteenth picture, thirty yuan... the thirty yuan, fifty yuan... the forty-five... sixty yuan... the fiftieth picture... one hundred yuan..."

Xue Tian shaved for a long time, and all the winners were small prizes. He didn't even see a single big prize. He was very upset to use the 475 yuan to continue scratching. He only won 24,621 yuan until he finished all the scratch lottery tickets in the store. He was praised by the boss for his luck and made him angry.

"Forget it, I'd better buy a random lottery ticket. Keep the other money for a meal."

"Sir, go slowly, come and have fun next time!" The boss said farewell to him. The scratch tapes in his store were sold out so quickly, but it was all due to Xue Tian's credit. I was so happy now.

After Xue Tian left, the boss named Kang Caineng immediately lit three incense sticks in front of the God of Wealth and begged: "God of Wealth, please bless me to have a prosperous business every day. I will definitely respect you every day..."

With the boss's pious prayer, a weak channel of faith appeared in Xue Tian's divine nature. At this time, Xue Tian had just found a fairly clean single apartment, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, and no kitchen. The landlord told him that this place would be charged 1,600 a month, and the kind that would be deposited three and pay three.

"Okay, young man, I didn't charge you more. Also, you have to pay the water and electricity bills here by yourself, but they are not included in the rent. Look, there are separate water meters and electricity meters here, you can check them yourself." The landlord pointed to the locations of the two.

"No problem, uncle. This is my deposit and rent for the first three months. It is a total of 9,600 yuan. The 400 yuan is my prepaid utility bill. Please tell me when it is used up."

After seeing off the landlord, Xue Tian lay on the sofa. Hong Kong Island in the 1990s was still quite prosperous, but the most important thing for him now is to restore his divine power.

"Well? The owner of the lottery shop I just visited has become my believer? Or a shallow believer? It seems that the charm of money is still very great!"

A shallow believer can only provide 0.001 of faith power every day. It will take about three years to provide 1 point of faith power. This is a good start. Xue Tian already knows what he should do to develop believers in this world where he has no divine power.

After staying in the room for a while, Xue Tian went out. He bought an electric cooking pot, several buckets of instant noodles, eggs, pickled cabbage and so on, as well as two large boxes of pens and a large tart paper, and then he moved them back to the dormitory with great effort.

"Very good, I'll write a story about the God of Light, so that these people can know how to believe in God and how to obtain redemption and eternal life!"

"How to write the beginning? With it..." Xue Tian thought hard for a while, and finally picked up his pen and wrote: "When the world has not opened and everything has not existed, there is a great god silently paying attention to this universe..."

Xue Tian wrote quickly and wrote more than 100,000 words tirelessly, telling the story of the old God of Light and presenting it to the world one by one. Although he was telling stories from another world, he believed that these people would like this new myth.

Xue Tian has been writing for more than half a month. When he wrote millions of words, he stopped writing and breathed a sigh of relief: "Now I can submit it to the newspaper first. It seems that many time travelers will go to Ming Pao to contribute, otherwise I will follow the trend?"

Xue Tian went out, found a printing shop, copied several manuscripts of 50,000 words, and then took the bus to the building where Ming Pao was located to contribute.

"Okay, you go back first. We will notify you if there is any news." The front desk said to him after receiving the manuscript.

Xue Tian nodded and said nothing. This is also a rule. He has no special place, so it is impossible for Jin Yong to come out to receive him personally. This is the sorrow of ordinary people, isn’t it?

Since the manuscript may not be hired by Ming Pao, Xue Tian simply went to several newspapers. The first three told him to ask him to wait. Only the editor of the last newspaper was very excited after reading the manuscript on the spot and asked: "This story is very good, the subject matter is very novel. Do you still have the manuscript?"

"I still have 50,000 words of deposit, do you want to read it?" Xue Tian said after drinking a cup of coffee.

"Yes, show it to me. I have decided to use your manuscript." The editor named Liu Jinrong said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Xue Tian opened his bag and handed the manuscript to him.

Editor Liu was immersed in the sea of ​​books, and Xue Tian patiently drank cups of coffee after cup. Anyway, this is Oriental Daily, and coffee is free.

"What a wonderful and incredible story. The God of Light is so powerful. I want to serve him a little! The great and kind Lord of Light, you are the only beacon in the dark eternal night, always guiding us in the direction of progress. You are our Lord..."

"Well? So soon he became a shallow believer. Is this book really written so well? I thought it was a failure?"

"Editor Liu, as long as you keep praying so firmly and devoutly, my Lord Guang will definitely hear your heart, Amen!" Xue Tian clasped his hands together and performed a standard prayer ceremony. Liu Jinrong also prayed devoutly.

"The great light, my master, believer Liu Jinrong prays to you devoutly, please help me, let my goddess Xiaoqian fall in love with me! Amen!"

Xue Tian felt Liu Jinrong's prayer in the faith channel of God Gree. This man actually became a true believer. It seemed that he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. But the result was very good, isn't it?

"Editor Liu, your prayers will definitely be responded to. As long as you continue to pray, I promise that your wish will come true within two months!" Xue Tian said softly.

"Really? I knew that the great Lord of Light is omnipotent! Long live My Lord of Light!" Liu Jinrong jumped up with joy and shouted long live.

With the help of this true believer of the God of Light, Xue Tian got a contract, which was a share contract. He paid 50% of the profits with the newspaper, which was considered a very generous treatment.
Chapter completed!