Chapter 36 It Doesn’t Have to Be This Way

In the Fox Fairy Temple, only a small lamp was lit behind the screen, and nine incense sticks flickered in the darkness.

The ground was covered with snow-white feathers. Two peacocks with gorgeous feathers were tied to the ground. There were also dozens of snow-white pigeons nailed to the ground with long nails. They were not dead yet and were struggling.

These dying birds formed a magic circle.

In the center of the magic circle was a large wooden barrel half a person’s height, filled with brown aged human cream.

There were also ten ingots of fifty taels of old official silver, piled up in the shape of a tower. Under the light of the lamp, it did not fluoresce, but instead had a dark and heavy smell.

In the darkness, there was an eerie sound of chanting and faint drum beats, and the intermittent drum beats seemed to hit everyone’s heart.

A group of naked believers were twisting their bodies on the ground around the magic circle in the dim light, scratching their bodies with bloody marks as they crawled, with excited smiles on their faces.

It was as if it was about to shed this skin and fly away.

There were some people who plucked hard feathers from pigeons and peacocks and stabbed themselves with them, getting stabbed all over and bleeding, but they looked relieved.

In their eyes, the fairies with wings on their backs on the screen in front of them were gradually coming to life and joining their carnival.

“It is wonderful to ascend to heaven, it is wonderful to ascend to heaven…”

A low cry was heard, as if calling out to the god he worshipped, the god who seemed to have never left a complete oracle, Yuhua Zhenjun.

Suddenly, the peacocks and pigeons let out shrill cries, and their bodies began to rot rapidly!
On the ground, those snow-white feathers quickly became dirty, and even turned gray and black, like ashes falling to the ground.

Everyone suddenly felt a palpitation, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar in the cold winter, or as if they had fallen into a bucket of sticky honey and were completely wrapped up.

Despair, fear, excitement, sadness, and an unspeakable strange force have arrived!

The screen was suddenly pushed open, revealing the immortal priest sitting behind it.

He knelt on the ground, looked up at the darkness above, and laughed like a madman:

“It’s the breath of God! It’s the breath of God! The breath of God has arrived! The words of the Chosen One are true! Rise the kite!”

As soon as he finished speaking, four believers holding ropes around him suddenly pulled the ropes in their hands, and immediately lifted up a human figure that had been buried in the feathers on the ground.

“I will see the true God! Ascending to heaven, how wonderful it is!” A trembling and crazy voice sounded, almost like a moan.

It’s Jiang Feng!
At this time, Jiang Feng can no longer be considered a complete person.

His chest and back were opened, and his ribs and sternum were all broken, forming the shape of a pair of blood-red wings on his back.

The rope passed through the pair of wings.

The severe pain stimulated his brain, but made him more sober in his madness.

He felt the netherworld power surrounding him, and his soul extended along the magic circle, knocking towards the end of the magic circle.

The chief priest said that there was nothing wrong with cutting flesh to offer sacrifice to the gods, so he would transform himself into an immortal to let the gods see his piety!

At this time, Jiang Feng was extremely weak and his blood was almost drained, but his devout belief in ascending to heaven supported him and made him even more crazy in this last moment of his life.

He does not have the power of the saint to ascend to heaven in this life, but he can rely on his piety to open the gate of the gods, enter the temple of Yuhua Zhenjun, and also gain eternal life!
Knock on the door, knock on the door!
Lord Yuhua, I am willing to be your loyal slave!
Suddenly, everything around him became quiet, and Jiang Feng felt the pain also leaving his body.

A majestic bust suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The statue had wings on its back and looked at him with a smile, exactly like the Yuhua Zhenjun mentioned in the sacrificial scriptures.

God! I have arrived at the God’s Palace!
Just as Jiang Feng’s soul was about to say something, he saw a figure sitting on the head of the bust of Yuhua Zhenjun.

He was so shocked that he looked up and saw a dilapidated statue without any facial features. However, one could feel as if one could see mercy on its face.

At this time, in front of the statue was a round table-like altar, and on the altar were the shadows of the barrel of aged human fat and the old official’s silver.

The brown human cream rushed towards the faceless statue like a living thing and repaired his broken arm.

The desires in the old officials’ hearts turned into a mercury-like slurry and flowed into the body of the faceless statue.

Jiang Feng was wondering, but he saw the other party turned his head and looked at him. There seemed to be a look of compassion on that empty face, and he was saying something to him.

It was endless compassion and pity. However, Jiang Feng did not feel any warmth, but endless coldness.

This is not Master Yuhua!
Who is this! ?

Who is this! ?

Why did He say that? Why? What was I doing? What did I do!?

The next moment, Jiang Feng’s soul felt as if it was falling from a high altitude. Everything around him disappeared, and the feeling of pain and coldness returned again.

He returned to the main hall of the Fox Fairy Temple.

In the magic circle on the ground, the bucket of old human cream had turned into a bucket of clear water, and the silver tower built with fifty taels of old official silver had decayed into a pile of silver slag in just a few breaths.

The people around were shouting and kowtowing.

The true God accepted their sacrifice!

The body that was pulled into the air by the rope began to tremble constantly, twisting its body like a madman, causing greater damage.

Yuhua Jijiu urgently ordered:

“Put him down!”

Jiang Feng was placed in a pile of rotten feathers. The priest came to him, leaned over and grabbed his shoulders, and asked in a deep voice:
“What did you see? Did the true God send down an oracle?”

Jiang Feng made a “gurgling” sound in his throat and stared at Yuhua Jijiu, wanting to speak.

He heard that strange word from God.

God said:

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

He wanted to ask God, the priest, whether his offering was meaningful, whether his sacrifice was ridiculous, and whether he could enter the temple.
And the most horrifying discovery:

Who is that faceless being?

But he could no longer utter a single word, and the last breath of life left him.

Jiang Feng is dead.

The chief priest was silent for a few breaths, threw Jiang Feng’s body down, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured:
“It’s true, the chosen one is real… He can really receive oracles!”

Although Jiang Feng did not explain it clearly, his eyes revealed that he had indeed seen something.

Saw the true God!
The chief priest stood up and looked at the wooden barrel that only had water in it and the rotten silver residue, and murmured:
“I want to see the Saintess… The Saint of the Society has been found…”

……

In the broken temple in the netherworld, Li Yan’s divine body finally had healthy limbs.

The originally missing arm has been repaired by the aged human ointment.

Although the strength is far from enough, at least it can be used.

And the greed absorbed from the sufficient amount of old official silver also repaired the cracks in the body.

[Divine Body Completeness 200/100000——202/100000]

Li Yan nodded with satisfaction.

Every inch of progress in repairing the divine body brings me greater joy.

The most important thing is that the second believer’s seat is also brighter, which brings it one step closer to opening!
It is a bit extreme, but the Yuhua Society is a good organization.

Jijiu is a good cadre.

(End of this chapter)