Zhang Lang's words made Goode uncomfortable, but he couldn't argue because of his identity. Especially Zhang Lang's words not only involved faith, but also involved the most sensitive topic in Xiangjiang at present, that is, the issue of belonging to Xiangjiang.

No matter which topic it is, it is not suitable for discussion here, so Goode could only keep silent and refuse to answer Zhang Lang's words.

"I'm sorry Mr. Zhang! I disagree with you! You are blasphemy against God! The Lord is the only God in the world!" Goode did not speak, but it did not mean that the British reporter of the South China Morning Post did not speak.

"Haha! Mr. Journalist! It is now the 20th century! It is no longer the 189th century! Your statement will spread out! It will cause great confusion to your Lord!"

"No! The other gods are already asleep! Only the Lord's glory is forever!" The British reporter of the South China Morning Post is very stubborn and his faith is also very fanatical.

"Haha! Mr. Journalist! I respect your point of view! Every believer believes as firmly as you believe in the God he believes in is real!" Zhang Lang shrugged and prepared to end the topic, not intending to continue arguing with the British reporter.

That would only make him too low-level.

"Mr. Zhang! I don't agree with your point of view! Even the official government of your country believes that God does not exist! Call this... Yes! Call this feudal superstition! It can be seen that your God does not exist!" Unfortunately, British journalists refused to let him go.

Damn! Zhang Lang is angry! Are you here to ruin the situation?

"Mr. Journalist! I don't know whether your God exists! I have never heard of him showing any miracles! But my God has always existed! And his miracles are showing all the time!" Zhang Lang unconsciously raised his voice.

"Is that so? Then Mr. Zhang, what is the miracle that your god reveals?" The British reporter smiled victoriously and pressed forward.

"Ha...Ha! You can interview the believers who just burned incense and prayed to God Fude! You will know what the miracle is!" Zhang Lang laughed.

“Ask others?”

"Yes! Of course, you can also experience it yourself! Give a stick of incense to the God of Fortune! Experience the warmth brought by the God of Fortune!" Zhang Lang stretched out his hand and signaled, "Don't worry! Our God is very generous! You won't ignore your prayers just because you are a pagan! There is an old Chinese saying that there is no difference in teachings!"

Zhang Lang's words were clearly conveyed to everyone's ears on the scene.

"Old Li! How did you feel when you burn incense just now?" The King of Shipbuilding asked when he heard Zhang Lang's words.

"It feels like? After drinking the fragrance just now, my body feels much lighter! It's like... it's like I just finished taking a hot spring!" Li Chaoren was stunned and thought for a while and said.

"So you have this feeling too! I thought it was my illusion! I feel full of energy now!" The King of Shipbuilding said excitedly.

"Oh! So this is true! I said! Why did I feel like my illness has been cured a lot all of a sudden!" Not only the top ten richest people were discussing, but ordinary citizens who ate the fragrance also began to express their feelings.

"Miracle! This is really a miracle! Let me tell you! You know that my joint disease has happened recently! If it weren't for so many big guys coming today, I would have wanted to take leave and not come! But do you know! I just finished incense on my father-in-law of Land, and now my joints don't hurt at all!" A middle-aged reporter in his forties shouted excitedly.

More and more people who have been feasted on the scene have expressed their feelings.

The British reporter from the South China Morning Post also heard it, but he still didn't believe it!

"Mr. Zhang! You are deceiving! You have hired so many people to pretend to be your so-called believers of the blessings and righteous God to deceive the general public! You are committing a crime!"

"Mr. Reporter! Please pay attention to your words! I can sue you for slandering what you said just now!" Zhang Lang shouted to the British reporter.

"Hmph! I want to expose you! Expose your scam!" The British reporter shouted, running into the Land Temple, preparing to expose Zhang Lang's scam.

Zhang Lang shrugged indifferently, I don’t know where your God is!

But I'm really standing here!

miracle!

I have as much as I want!

Today, Zhang Lang spent a lot of money. As a god, he would give back to believers after accepting incense, but that kind of reward is usually only one percent, or even one thousandth.

Today, Zhang Lang directly gave back to believers at a ratio of one-third!

A wisp of incense can cure ordinary diseases. One third of the incense energy can be said to have a cold or something, and other diseases will be cured immediately.

Zhang Lang thought to himself, preparing to have another more sensational!

Totally shatter the faith of British journalists.

Not long after, the British reporter walked out in a daze, muttering, "No! This is not true! It is not true! All of this is an illusion! Yes! It is an illusion!"

Looking at the British reporter's appearance, Zhang Lang felt secretly happy!

Dare to go against the gods! I am really impatient to live! That is, I am merciful and do not have the same knowledge as you, otherwise I will give you a curse.

"The miracle has appeared! A miracle has appeared on the beach! Go and see it!"

"Go away! Come and see! The Land Master has appeared!"

"Hurry up! Go quickly! If you are late, you won't see it!" At this time, someone shouted outside.

As the shouts were heard, more and more people flocked to the beach.

In the end, even the dragon and lion dancers stopped dancing, put down the guys' affairs and ran to see the miracle.

If you don’t go, you can’t continue dancing. You all go to see the miracles, so there are still people watching their performances!

The big stage there also stopped, and celebrities are also humans, and they are also curious.

The beach was filled with people at a short while, and even the side close to the sea was filled with people. Many people stood in the sea.

Mr. Huo, Li Chaoren did not join in the crowd, but they were just as curious! Climb to the highest place in the Land Temple and asked his subordinates to find a telescope to watch from a distance.

The whole of Jijingling was like a drop of water falling into the oil pan! It felt like a frying pan.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Lang also had a headache. If there was a stampede accident, it would be really troublesome.

"Don't crowd everyone! All the security guards of Forde Group should pay attention to maintaining good order!" Zhang Lang's voice was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

This is also a miracle, but unfortunately no one noticed it.

However, Zhang Lang's words were still very effective. His words contained the magic power of the Qingxin Mantra. The citizens who heard Zhang Lang's voice slowly calmed down.
Chapter completed!