"I don't think we can rely on Min Zimo for the war situation in the Central Plains. You should think about how to deal with it next."
"As for me, I plan to focus on dealing with this Great Dream Cult!"
Gu Jinzhi nodded heavily, and began to think in his mind.
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A hundred miles southwest of Yujing City.
Yong'an County, Kaoshan Village.
In the cellar of Ermazi's house at the west end of the village, the damp smell of earth mixed with the smoke of cheap incense and candles lingered in the small space.
Deep in the cellar, a simple wooden shelf served as a shrine, on which was enshrined a scroll painting that had long since turned yellow from smoke.
The painting shows a plump old lady with a kind face.
Suddenly, the air twisted slightly, and a strange Buddha face with soft features and a compassionate expression appeared out of thin air.
His illusory figure swayed in the air, appearing a little dim, like a candle in the wind.
Following an instinct, the Buddha's gaze fell on the crude picture of the gods.
There is still a trace of wish power left on the picture, which is pitifully small but precious.
He no longer hesitated, turned into a wisp of smoke, and merged directly into the scroll.
[I will hide here for now, relying on the incense and faith of these foolish men and women to slowly recover my vitality.]
[Wait until your divine power is stable, then it won’t be too late to make plans later...]
While he was thinking, the wooden door on the top of the cellar was opened with a creaky sound.
A beam of dim sunlight shone in obliquely.
The Buddha's face instantly restrained all its aura and completely merged with the old mother in the painting, without any abnormality.
"You damn ghost, hurry up! Can't you see it's getting dark?" A woman's crisp urging voice came down.
"Hey, I'm coming!" The man's honest voice came closer, accompanied by the sound of footsteps descending the wooden ladder. "I'm just afraid of damaging the portrait!"
A couple who looked to be in their thirties or forties walked cautiously into the cellar.
The woman put her hands on her hips and pointed at the shrine: "Hurry up and take this old one down. We won't be offering this anymore from now on."
The man, beaming with joy, pulled out a brand new scroll from his bosom and carefully unfolded it:
"I heard that this is the latest version and it's very effective!"
As the scroll unfolds, a touch of vivid bright color stings the "eyes" of the Buddha's face.
In the painting, a woman in red is riding a horse and waving a whip, with an irrepressible pride and dominance between her brows, and the background is a magnificent scene admired by all the people.
Da Meng was distracted: "......"
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