Chapter 342 It’s insignificant

The news spread quickly to every corner of Wu Baizhou like a spring breeze.

The miracles in Ningshui Village and Punan Township became more and more mysterious. Some said they saw a green dragon swallowing clouds and spewing mist with their own eyes, while others said there was a green light in front of the land temple every night.

What is even more bizarre is that for those families who worship the door god devoutly, a faint white light will appear on the gate of their courtyard at night, and even the most ferocious thieves dare not approach.

Yang Xiangwei stood in the cloud, looking at the new light spots flashing on the virtual map, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

These newly lit places are not the golden marks of mountain god temples, but present different colors - the land temple is glowing with a calm brown light, the Dragon King Temple is rippling with turquoise blue, and those houses that only have door gods posted are sparkling with dotted silver light.

"Interesting..." He whispered to himself, tapping the map with his fingertips.

It was seen that the newly expanded areas had spontaneously formed a unique belief network: villages along the river often built Dragon King Temples, villagers in the plains preferred Land God Temples, and people in towns were more inclined to post pictures of door gods on their doors.

What surprised Yang Xiangwei the most was that although these newly built temples were simple, they contained the pure power of faith.

He could clearly feel that every land temple was like roots rooted into the earth, every Dragon King Temple was like ripples connected to the water veins, and those door god portraits were like stars weaving an invisible protective network among thousands of households.

…

This spontaneous spread of faith was faster and more deeply rooted in people's hearts than when He first established the mountain temple.

Come to think of it, his mountain god temple still needs to be built, but the land god and door gods are much simpler.

Especially the land temple, which can be built with only three bricks. When faith truly meets the needs of the people, it is no wonder that it will penetrate naturally like spring rain.

He waved his hand gently, and a soft halo suddenly appeared on the virtual map. Those newly built temples and door god symbols began to resonate with the original mountain god temples, interweaving into a dazzling network of faith over Wubaizhou.

And in the center of this net, a shadow can be vaguely seen slowly taking shape...

[Name: Yang Xiangwei]

[Race: God]

[Deity: Huangshan Mountain God (worn)]

[Godhead: God of Creation]

[God Rank: Intermediate God]

[Divine Bone: 0.0006001241…25597% bonus]

[Field: Huangshan (main body), Wu Baizhou...]

[Practice techniques: "Spirit Cultivation Technique", "Thunder Technique", "The Beginning of Dao", "Rules"...]

【Health:?】 ? ? (Affected by the God Rank, only 2% can be used)]

【Spiritual power:?】 ? ? (Affected by the God Rank, only 2% can be used)]

【Divine power:?】 ? ? (Affected by the God Rank, only 2% can be used)]

[Skills: Eye of Insight, Dream, Spiritual Enlightenment, Consecration, Power of Nature, Light Clouds and Rain, Growth of All Things, Divine Power Strike, Refining Equipment, Refining Medicine, Refining Talismans, Space in Sleeves, God’s Descent, Purification... (Affected by both Godhead and God Rank, other skills are locked and are to be unlocked)]

…

Yang Xiangwei stared at the data jumping on the virtual panel, and a smile of relief appeared in her golden eyes.

He could feel that with the establishment of countless land temples, dragon king temples and door god beliefs on the land of Wubaizhou, streams of pure faith power were continuously pouring into his divinity.

“Finally…” He murmured softly, his fingertips sliding across the line of flashing words on the panel: [God Rank: Intermediate God].

He thought he would be stuck in this world forever.

Looking again, the values ​​of divine power, mental power, etc. have also increased, but are limited to 2%.

This is good, because He was worried that He would ascend too fast and the world would not be able to bear it and would be blown up by Him.

Even in this restrained state, He can feel the subtle vibrations coming from the surrounding space, as if the world is carefully adapting to His existence.

"That's perfect." Yang Xiangwei smiled slightly, restraining the divine light that unconsciously emanated from her body.

He looked at the ground beneath his feet. Those tiny dots of light of faith were like fireflies in the night sky, not dazzling but warm and firm.

“It will not break the boundaries of this world, but will also provide the believers with the protection they deserve.”

…

Yang Xiangwei heard Ming Qi's call.

It turned out that Ming Qi summoned Him not because he encountered danger, but because he encountered a very difficult problem - he picked up a person.

Yang Xiangwei narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the sleepy white-haired boy in front of her.

There was a faint resentment lingering around the young man, which was the condensed obsession of countless people who had died in vain.

He gently raised his hand, and a ray of divine light flowed through his fingertips, instantly seeing through the boy's true nature.

"Seventy-nine thousand six hundred corpses as the foundation, and the blood of three hundred boys and girls as the guide..." Yang Xiangwei's voice turned cold, "What a 'Son of God'."

Ming Qi stood aside, his fingers tightening unconsciously under his black robe.

Of course he knew what this meant - this young man was the product of an inhumane experiment conducted by some evil cultivator or false god in order to create a perfect vessel.

"Lord Mountain God..." Ming Qi's voice was a little dry, "There are still restrictions left in his body. If he is left alone, those people will come to find him sooner or later."

Yang Xiangwei did not answer immediately.

He noticed that although the boy was unconscious, his brows were furrowed, as if he could not escape the pain even in his sleep.

What is more worrying is that there is a fresh wound on the boy's wrist - he cut it himself in order to break the tracking mark in his body.

“He’s quite a tough guy.”

Yang Xiangwei sighed softly and touched the boy's brow with her fingertips.

As the divine light flowed, He saw more scenes: the dark altar, the painful howling, and the boy's determination to jump off the thousand-foot cliff without hesitation when he finally escaped.

Ming Qi's breathing became noticeably faster.

He was too familiar with these scenes.

In his previous life, he had been treated as a villain boss and had experienced countless desperate situations. At that time, what he desired most was that someone could come and save him.

Fortunately, he met him in this life.

Ming Qi couldn't help but look at Yang Xiangwei.

How fortunate he was to have met Him when he was most desperate. Not only did he save himself, but he also gave him a chance to "become a god"!

The golden divine light on Yang Xiangwei's fingertips moved like a living thing, weaving into a dense net in the boy's body.

Those black restrictions that were rooted deep in the soul let out shrill screams and twisted wildly like burning poisonous snakes.

“Bear with it.” His voice was calm and almost cold. “Don’t move if you want to live.”

Ming Qi: “…”

I remember that Lord Mountain God was quite gentle to me back then, why am I so cold to him?

Cold sweat broke out on the boy's pale face and his teeth were chattering.

Suddenly, the boy opened his eyes abruptly, and his heterochromatic pupils shrank drastically: "Kill... me..."

His voice was hoarse.

Yang Xiangwei didn't even raise an eyebrow: "You're asking for death now? Why didn't you want to die when you escaped?"

As he spoke, he increased the strength in his hands by another point, and the boy suddenly hunched his body like a fish out of water.

Ming Qi couldn't help but take a step forward: "Lord Mountain God..."

Can't you be a little gentler?

Just like you did to me...

He completely forgot that Yang Xiangwei had only spoken to him in a gentler tone at the beginning, but her methods were not necessarily any gentler than they are now.

"Don't worry, you won't die." Yang Xiangwei raised her fingertips and pulled out a particularly thick black line. "It seems that this is the main restriction."

The moment the black line left the body, it made a baby-like crying sound!

Ming Qi's expression suddenly changed: "It's the God Devouring Gu!"

“How can they become gods without devouring gods? The so-called Son of God is actually just a sacrifice…” Yang Xiangwei snorted coldly, and a golden flame rose from her palm, burning the black line with crackling sounds.

A distorted human face vaguely emerged from the flames, uttering a vicious curse: "Anyone who dares to touch the Holy Son... will be..."

"Noisy." Yang Xiangwei clenched her five fingers together, and the flames suddenly surged, burning the face to ashes.

What a crap Saint Son. This kid has so many bones and resentful souls piled on his body. He looks more like a demon than Ming Qi.

At the same time, the remaining black lines in the boy's body began to counterattack frantically, gnawing at his internal organs like countless tiny poisonous insects.

Yang Xiangwei frowned slightly, and suddenly put her fingers together like a knife, stabbing directly into the boy's heart!

"Ah——!" The young man let out a scream that was not like a human voice.

Ming Qi's pupils constricted, but he saw that Yang Xiangwei's hand did not actually touch the flesh, but was immersed in a layer of golden light.

His hands slowly moved around the boy's heart, as if he was weaving something.

Gradually, strands of golden threads flowed out from His fingertips, stitching and wrapping the broken black threads one by one.

The boy's painful expression gradually subsided, replaced by an expression of disbelief and confusion.

He seemed to be awake, but also seemed not to be awake, and was in a daze.

Yang Xiangwei ignored him and suddenly said to Ming Qi: "Look, this is the mark of divine power."

Ming Qi:? ? ? ?

Ming Qi:! ! ! !

What are you looking at?

Me?

But I am not God yet...

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from Yang Xiangwei's fingertips, and an ancient character "薇" slowly took shape at the boy's heart.

The handwriting seemed simple, but it contained a suffocating pressure. Ming Qi felt a stinging pain in his eyes after just one glance.

"From now on, your life is under my control." Yang Xiangwei withdrew her hand, and the word immediately disappeared into the boy's body. "If you dare to do evil, this mark will make you live a life worse than death; but if you do good..."

He paused meaningfully, "It will be your greatest refuge."

The young man was breathing weakly, and Yang Xiangwei's figure was reflected in his heterochromatic pupils.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Obviously, he was awake at this time.

Yang Xiangwei turned and looked at Ming Qi: "I'll leave him to you. Remember, if he causes trouble--"

"I will kill him with my own hands." Ming Qi knelt on one knee, his voice firm.

"Very good." Yang Xiangwei nodded with satisfaction, and her figure began to become transparent. "After he wakes up, take him to Baiguo to purify his resentment. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

He glanced at the black mist that was beginning to dissipate from the boy's body and said, "That's enough for him."

Ming Qi was about to respond when he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him - the young man finally couldn't hold on and fainted on the ground.

Surprisingly, this time his brows were relaxed, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders.

"Oh, right." Yang Xiangwei, who was already translucent, suddenly added, "His name..."

Ming Qi understood: "That's the truth."

Before Yang Xiangwei's figure completely disappeared, Ming Qi seemed to see the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Not a bad name."

When the divine light completely dissipated, Ming Qi let out a long sigh and carefully picked up the white-haired boy.

He looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a tiny arc under his black robe.

"Go to sleep," he said softly, his voice was so soft that he didn't even notice it, "When you wake up... I'll take you to see the light."

…

When the boy opened his eyes, the bonfire was crackling.

The flickering flames illuminated two figures, one big and one small - Ming Qi was stirring the fire with a branch, and a snow-white fox was squatting beside him.

Naxue was gnawing on the golden roasted rabbit leg with gusto and enjoying the meal.

"Awake?" Ming Qi asked calmly without turning his head. "How do you feel? You should be feeling better, right?"

The boy subconsciously touched his chest.

There was still a slight burning sensation in that spot, but the cold pain that had been lingering for years was definitely gone.

He opened his mouth and found his throat was very dry: "Water..."

A bamboo tube was handed to him.

The young man looked up and met Ming Qi's eyes. The white fox was squatting on his shoulder, looking at him with the same curiosity.

Boy: ...They are so fast!

"Thanks."

The young man took the bamboo tube, and his fingertips accidentally touched the back of Ming Qi's hand. He shivered at the heat - the body temperature of a living person turned out to be so warm.

"Oh, by the way, I gave you a new name - Daozai. Daozai means insignificant."

"Why?"

Sparks exploded, and Ming Qi's profile flickered in and out: "The past is the past, and the future is a new life... So, the past is not worth mentioning."

"Not worth mentioning..." Daozai, who had obtained a new name, looked at the strange child and felt that the space next to the fire seemed to be distorted by some warm force, which could even include a person like him covered in blood.

"That's right..."

He repeated the name in a low voice, as if tasting some unfamiliar flavor.

Suddenly his shoulders felt heavy, and the snow fox came over from nowhere and nudged his wrist with its nose.

Dao Zai froze in place. He had killed people and massacred cities before, but he never knew how to respond to such pure kindness.

Ming Qi's eyes flashed with understanding, and he handed over an oil-paper bag and said, "Are you hungry? Eat something first. When it's dawn tomorrow, I'll take you to find the Ginkgo Tree God and ask her to help you purify the resentment in your body. You'll feel better then..."

Are you feeling uncomfortable? Daoya didn't feel anything.

After all, he had experienced much more painful things and had long been numb to them.

He reached out and took the oil paper package, which contained a few crystal-clear pastries that exuded a faint floral fragrance.

He took a careful bite, and the moment the sweetness exploded on his tongue, his eyes suddenly felt hot - it turns out that food doesn't have to be a life-sustaining elixir, nor a spiritual ingredient to enhance strength, it's just... delicious.

The night wind blew through the woods. The white fox curled up into a ball of fur and stayed aside. Ming Qi fiddled with the fire to prevent it from getting smaller.

Daoya looked at them and suddenly asked, "Why did you save me?"

Ming Qi paused as he added the firewood: "Because someone saved me in this way before."

Sparks rose up, reflecting tiny golden lights in his eyes, "And... I believe in the judgment of the mountain god."

"Lord Mountain God?"

"I'm the one who helped you remove the taboos and set a seal in your body. I don't have the ability to save you..."

Dao Zai looked at the palm of his hand, where a faint golden mark of the word "Wei" was vaguely visible.

He clenched his fists, and for the first time he felt that this brand was not a shackle, but... a new life.