Chapter 205: Grafting of the Divine Tomb
After Yuan Ji came down the mountain, he saw a deserted dead lake and realized that he had been deceived by the young man who showed him the way.
He thought calmly for a few seconds, then went up the mountain again and walked in another direction.
The top of the mountain was not high and the forest was shallow. Yuan Ji relied on his good memory to search back and forth, and finally found the "Lingqi Village" that the young man mentioned before the sun set.
He didn't consume much physical strength. In fact, if he wasn't worried that his careless use of divine power would cause harm to this world or even to the people lying in the thorn bushes outside the tomb of the gods, he wouldn't even have walked over here quietly on his own two feet.
It was just when the sun was about to set and the people were finishing their work and going home. Yuan Ji, standing in the middle of the road, was too conspicuous. Many people looked at him secretly and whispered to each other:
"Whose boy is this?"
"I haven't seen him before. He is not from our village."
"Two months ago, a group of nobles from the capital came here, and now there's another one?" The person who said this couldn't wait, "Then can we go and visit him? Do you think he'll need a place to stay?"
"Come on, only the nobles in your house are interested in it?" The people next to him sneered, "Besides, do you really think that those nobles are all rich fools who give you money for nothing so that you can take advantage of them? If you have time to mess around, you might as well cultivate two more plots of land."
This is about caring about the origin.
"What material is the robe he wears?"
"It looks a bit like silk. I saw those young ladies from rich families wearing it when I went to the market with my aunt." The person who said this said it with envy, "Anyway, we can't afford it."
The people around him were jealous: "We don't have the bodies that other people have raised with wealth, so let's not waste good things."
This is about caring about appearance.
"Some people are born rich, while others have to worry about where they will have food to eat next." Another person sighed, "God is really unfair."
Someone nearby responded, "But it doesn't prevent some people from having problems with their brains. They shouldn't go down the mud when they have power and wealth."
The other person obviously knew who the other person was referring to, and there was a gloating look in his eyes: "It's just a pity that he looks like that."
Yuan Ji had no intention of eavesdropping, but his five senses were too good and his voice was favorable, so he managed to hear all the conversations.
He was just about to find someone to ask for directions, but at this moment the person who spoke last said something.
Yuan Ji suddenly stopped and turned around: "Where is he?"
The man didn't expect that this person, who was barely a party to the case, could come over and get caught gossiping about others. He stuttered, "What, what?"
"Shi Yu." Yuan Ji reminded, "You just mentioned him, where would he be now?"
The man looked the man up and down, paused on his clothes for a few seconds, and then pointed him in the direction: "Go straight ahead along this road to the end of the village, that grocery store is his."
There was no clerk in the grocery store, and the cabinet was carved from a piece of wood, but there was no glass. There was no such thing as glass in this world, so the shelves were all facing outwards.
Yuan Ji's first reaction after seeing it was: It would be unforgivable for a shelf that was arranged so closely that the words "Come and steal me" were almost written on it to not be thieved.
As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, he quickly shook it off and knocked on the wooden door of the grocery store: "Is anyone there?"
After a few seconds of silence, the sound of someone walking around was heard in the grocery store compartment.
While waiting for the door to be opened from the inside, Yuan Ji thought about how to face the other party's question. After all, if Shuying had not dragged him to find Ling Zhao and discovered that the other party was missing, and then Shuying herself also disappeared, he would not have realized that there was something wrong with the identity of the person in the temple now.
To be honest, he is only less stupid than other gods by less than a month.
The other party was unconscious almost the entire time in the God's Tomb, so he didn't need to worry about how to start the conversation.
However, these problems disappeared the moment the other party opened the door.
Yuan Ji looked at Shi Yu in a daze.
He could still recognize that face, but it was not exactly the face he saw in the video. Strictly speaking, the person should be much younger than the real person, only fourteen or fifteen years old, and looked like a teenager.
Seeing that the other party was about to speak, Yuan Ji immediately said, "I'm here to buy something."
Shi Yu: “…What?”
"I'm here to buy something." Yuan Ji felt relieved because he no longer had to face the real person but a boy who knew nothing about the past. He quickly found a good excuse for himself, "Isn't this a grocery store? Don't you do business?"
Shi Yu blinked: "What do you want?"
Motosai: "An empty room."
For a few seconds, Shi Yu suspected that either he had heard it wrong or the other party had said it wrong.
"Just being next to you is fine." Yuan Ji said seriously, "Is there?"
Shi Yu thought about it and nodded: "Yes."
The compartment of the shop is a hall with a stone staircase next to it.
Shi Yu walked to the second floor and opened a door: "Here."
Yuan Ji walked over and saw a room.
Literally room.
There was no bed, no bedding, or even any cabinets or other items. Except for a square cut out on one side to make a window, the rest of the place was a complete rectangular block.
He was a little stunned: "Can this make people sleep?"
Shi Yu reminded: "You said an empty room." You didn't say you wanted a bed.
Yuan Ji was silent for a while.
"Are you sure you want it?"
Yuan Jie quickly replied: "Yes!"
No matter what, he needed a legitimate reason to be here at any time.
Besides, he is a god and doesn’t really need to sleep. A bed is not a necessity. At most he can spend this time meditating and practicing.
After settling the customer, Shi Yu didn't stay long: "Feel free here, I'll go down first."
He had just reached the first floor when there was another knock on the door.
Shi Yu could only turn around, open the door, and be stunned for a moment.
The young man outside the door smiled and said, "Xiao Yu."
Shi Yu replied after a while: "Yes."
Fuyang stood outside the door: "Can I come in?"
Shi Yu stepped aside to make way for him: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
The hall leads directly to the backyard, and by opening a door you can see the fields outside which are a mixture of water and mud.
"Have you heard? It seems that there is a new candidate in Lingqi Village today."
"No."
Fu Yang was helpless: "Can you pay attention to the news in the village occasionally?"
Shi Yu did not answer: "Is this what you are looking for me to ask?"
"No." Fu Yang smiled, "But I do have a question I'd like to hear your answer to."
"What?"
"Do you want to be the main god?"
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Fu Yang closed the compartment door when he left.
Shi Yu turned his head and saw a figure standing in the stairwell.
Motosai stopped on the first floor: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
Shi Yu said "hmm" without any emotion, pulled out a chair against the wall, picked up a rice ear from the bamboo basket at his feet, and plucked the grains off it one by one.
Yuan Ji squatted beside him, holding his chin and looking at him: "Can I ask a question?"
"what ever."
"What is a candidate?" This was not the first time Yuan Ji had heard this word, but he had never figured it out. When he asked the question, he was prepared that the other party would not answer.
But he didn't expect the other party to actually answer: "Candidate for the Lord God."
His guess was confirmed, and Yuan Ji didn't know what to feel.
He had always believed that the Lord God was the same as their chief god, both appointed by Heaven, both naturally noble, and both born with a unique divine nature that matched the position of God. When the time came, gods would descend to lead them into the realm of gods, and what was theirs would always be theirs.
Who would have thought that this position would need to be fought for.
He then asked the next question: "Are there many candidates?"
"About a thousand." Shi Yu lowered her eyelashes and threw the peeled grains into the porcelain bowl. "I haven't counted them carefully."
"Are they all in Lingxi Village?"
Shi Yu shook his head: "Only a few are here."
"What about the others?"
"Somewhere else."
So it's random?
Yuan Ji pondered in his heart, but looked at him without blinking: "Do you want to be the main god?"
Fu Yang asked this question before he left.
Shi Yu’s answer did not change: “I haven’t thought about it.”
"If this position was given to you," Yuan Ji paused, "would you hate it?"
The growth of rice ears in Lingqi Village is so poor that even Yuan Ji, an outsider, can see that even though the plants look lush, if you really count them, there are actually not many grains that can be considered millet.
Shi Yu finished peeling a rice ear, threw the bare straw stalks back into the bamboo basket, and picked up another one: "Why do you hate it?"
Yuan Ji asked: "Since you don't hate it, then you are also enjoying being the Lord God?"
Shi Yu finally raised his eyes and looked at him.
Yuan Ji then realized that this was not realistic. At this age, Shi Yu was not yet a main god, and could not answer this question at all. He quickly made amends: "What I mean is, if the Heavenly Dao asked you to be the main god, would you take this position?"
"meeting."
Yuan Ji was stunned: "I thought you didn't like being the main god."
Shi Yu looked at him with some confusion: "Why do you think so?"
Because during your tenure, you held monthly gatherings, annual assessments, and always met with the chief deity in a routine manner. You never took the initiative to take off your mask to reveal your true face for so many years. And after falling to the mortal world, you always treated old friends with the same attitude as usual.
Yuan Ji didn't say anything.
Shi Yu said, "If you give me money, I will pawn it. Isn't that what I should do?"
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Fuyang walked into the dungeon.
The prison corridor is long and narrow, and the further you go in, the clearer you can hear the screams of the prisoners inside.
The first person to be imprisoned here was Ling Zhao. After he resisted in various ways but was unable to get out, it was unknown what method he used, but he managed to call nearly a hundred gray rats from the dungeon surrounded by mountains. There were so many rats that people wondered if he had called all the rats in the dungeon. Half of them were responsible for gnawing the locks on the cells, and the other half were patrolling outside like a parade trying to find an exit.
The dungeon is actually equivalent to a formation. The solution for entering and exiting is different each time. If you don’t bring a guide stone, it is almost impossible to walk out by yourself even if it is not locked by a rock.
Ling Zhao was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect that before he found the exit, he heard from the rats that there was a new neighbor next door. He grabbed the railing and asked, "Who is it?"
“Squeak, squeak, squeak.”
"Give me a rough description of what it looks like?"
“Squeak.”
“Who in this world doesn’t have two eyes and a mouth?”
"squeak--"
Ling Zhao frowned and was about to ask it to go back and take a look, but at this moment, the fog that had been lingering outside the cage dissipated.
The scene in front of me gradually became clear.
Ling Zhao looked up suddenly.
Fu Yang stopped outside his cell door, ignoring the gaze that was about to tear him apart, and raised his hand to unlock the rock lock.
"boom--!!"
The concentrated divine power slammed into the visitor's face.
Ling Zhao attacked fiercely and rushed forward with a knife in hand, but a hand suddenly stretched out from the overflowing light and firmly grasped his wrist holding the knife.
Fu Yang threw him out directly.
Ling Zhao smashed against the stone wall of the cell uncontrollably. His vision went blank for a few seconds. When it finally came to his senses, he saw Fu Yang, who had stood in front of him out of nowhere.
Fu Yang pressed his palm on his shoulder: "I want to borrow something from you."
Ling Zhao was shackled and unable to move, but he still cursed: "Get the hell out of here!"
There was no change on Fu Yang's face. His divine power condensed into a dagger, which cut open the opponent's chest, abdomen and heart, and then he took out a porcelain bottle.
Ling Zhao was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats, but thanks to his self-healing ability, his wounds always healed quickly.
But in order to stop him from bleeding, the other party had to stab the wound again and again. He even had less strength to resist the shackles: "What do you want to do?"
Fu Yang used a bottle to catch his flowing blood: "Lend me some of your power."
"Borrow?" Ling Zhao laughed angrily, "You call robbery borrowing? When you pulled the Lord down from the position of the Lord God and took his place yourself, didn't you also say it was just a borrow? Can you have some shame? Are you that shameless?!"
The calmness in Fu Yang's eyes finally disappeared. The knife in his hand was completely inserted into the opponent's abdomen. He held the handle of the knife with both hands, twisting it vigorously, stirring the holes and minced meat gouged out by the knife.
Ling Zhao couldn't even curl up his body, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, but he endured it without saying a word.
Until the blade was pulled out, a winding line of blood was drawn out.
Ling Zhao tried his best to pronounce the words: "Do you think that by taking some blood, my divine power can be transferred to you? What are you dreaming about?"
Fu Yang suppressed the fire in his eyes and said, "Do you think your divine power is precious?"
Ling Zhao saw that the other person's eyes had changed to the one he hated the most.
Fu Yang looked at him and said, "Do you think that you are born with divine nature and are the son of destiny, so you are superior to others and are the most special and irreplaceable one?"
Ling Zhao gritted his teeth and said nothing.
“Don’t you ever think about why there are always ninety-nine gods in charge of the temple? Why is it that as long as one of them dies, a new god will be born in the mortal world, and his body must have the divinity of the deceased god?” Fu Yang filled one of the porcelain bottles with blood and took out another one. “Because you happened to be born after the death of the previous god, the divinity they shed after death happened to be in you.”
"As for you, you are a rare auspicious beast in Kunlun. After the previous Auspicious God was seriously injured, you stayed in bed for three full years before dying because of the protection of the divine power. I don't know where your parents heard the news from, but they deliberately gave birth to you at a certain time so that you could successfully inherit the position of Auspicious God."
Ling Zhao's voice trembled: "How... is this possible..."
"Except for the first generation of the chief god who was appointed by the heaven, how many of the current generation do you think are truly destined?"
Fu Yang used a knife to enlarge the wound on the man's body. "It's just that a pair of power-hungry parents happened to take advantage of your intentional birth. Do you really think you are born noble? If you die, there will be thousands of lives waiting in line to take over."
"Haven't you been wondering why I could beat him?"
Fu Yang plugged the full porcelain bottle, stood up, and looked down at him condescendingly: "Because of those idiots who have never been recognized by their own gods like you, even when they were bleeding to the point of dying under my knife, their gods were reluctant to show up to protect their masters. That's why I was able to successfully graft your divine power onto me. Although the strengths vary, a large enough number of ants can kill an elephant."
Ling Zhao opened his eyes gradually.
Fuyang smiled sarcastically: "He will die, but it's all thanks to you."
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