Chapter 1257: The Cult Leader is Actually Myself (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Upon hearing this, the Holy Son's pale white eyes seemed to show a hint of speechlessness.
She sighed: "What kind of gods are there in this world?"
Because she herself enjoyed playing the supernatural, she knew very well that there were no gods in this world. If there were gods, those who held positions without merit, those who were corrupt and lawless, those who disregarded human life... even herself, who disrespected gods and spirits, should all be punished by the gods.
The worse and more heartless a person is, the more comfortable they live.
Doesn't this just prove that there is no God in the world?
How could Imperial Censor Cui, a loyal subject of the Kang Kingdom, have believed in the nonsensical doctrines of the Eternal Life Cult? The Holy Son felt a pang of worry, fearing that Cui Xiao had also been brainwashed by the Eternal Life Cult. During her childhood in the Lu Kingdom, she had learned to speak human language to human beings and ghost language to ghosts, and she had seen too many people who had initially scorned the Eternal Life Cult but had become its spiritual pillars when driven to despair.
The cult of immortality is extremely seductive and deceptive.
It cannot change the status quo, but it can provide temporary mental relaxation, or rather, self-deception. A lie repeated a hundred times is still a lie, but if everyone repeats it thousands of times, it becomes absolute truth! The Son's worries were clearly unnecessary.
Choi Hyo-do: [The Lord is God.]
Holy Son: [...]
Cui Xiaodao: [Our lord has long prepared to open the granaries for disaster relief. Once the southwest changes the country's name, grain will naturally fall from the sky. How can this not be a miracle? How can it not be a divine intervention?]
Holy Son: [...]
The results confirm this.
To achieve divine results with a mortal body.
She was simply curious: "Does Kang have that much grain?"
The Holy Son lived in Kang for several years and indeed felt it was a rare paradise in a chaotic world. However, even a paradise doesn't produce food indefinitely; the common people still had to plant in spring and harvest in autumn. The fact that Kang had accumulated enough grain reserves to support several major wars in less than ten years was already quite terrifying. Even more terrifying was that Kang not only had the capacity to wage war but also the capacity to clean up the mess.
The Holy Son couldn't understand it, and the other enemies couldn't understand it either.
This is completely beyond their common sense.
Cui Xiaodao: [Where there is land, there is grain.]
Therefore, they need this land in the southwest!
The Holy Son, finding his answer so vague, wisely refrained from pressing further. She might have a chance to learn the truth later, but her current status was inappropriate. She had more important matters to attend to—to meet her devout followers!
To deliver divine messages to those struggling in misery!
As mentioned before, many of the high-ranking members of the Eternal Life Cult come from local powerful families, including numerous high-ranking officials and nobles. While they nominally devoutly follow the cult and regard its doctrines as gospel, they actually use the doctrines to pursue personal gain and control over local believers. The believers have limited spheres of activity, are mostly illiterate, are unaware of the distorted interpretations of the doctrines, and may even support one another based on shared faith.
Relying on the token of the former leader Wei Cheng, the Holy Son was ostensibly revered as the unique Holy Son by the higher-ups of the Eternal Life Cult, but in reality, she was a powerless puppet. She had no troops or authority, and the people she interacted with daily were just ordinary believers.
Over time, the higher-ups also lost their initial wariness of her.
Watching the Holy Son pray devoutly every day, patiently comforting believers who come to him with their grievances, gently soothing the common people tormented by suffering, and using those empty and illusory lies to deceive one fool after another...
The senior executives were speechless.
no--
They are all illusions; does this holy son truly believe them?
That's fine, there's no threat.
The Holy Son, whom they saw as no threat, gave them a huge surprise from the rear while the eyes of the southwestern nations were focused on the front lines of the battlefield! After another collective divine prayer, the Holy Son, who had pretended to finish the ceremony, revealed a fanatical expression.
She began her performance with the utmost reverence.
Dear sisters and brothers, please listen to what I have to say!
The site of the Son of God's mission was simple, but it was spacious.
The number of believers who came from far and wide had already reached three or four thousand.
The Holy Son, as the incarnation of the divine on earth, answers the questions of believers one by one, recounting the specific hardships they have encountered in the past and guiding them on their fortunes for a period of time to come. Believers do not need to introduce themselves or complain; the Holy Son only needs to touch their foreheads with his fingertips to see the images in their minds. Furthermore, the Holy Son can also petition the divine to grant them a glimpse into their afterlife.
One tells ten, ten tell a hundred.
Some believers even walked for more than half a month to come here.
The moment the Holy Son spoke, the previously noisy venue fell silent, and three or four thousand pairs of fanatical eyes turned to her.
Just now, the Mother Goddess issued a divine decree!
After a brief period of noise, three or four thousand people bowed down in unison.
On the surface, the Holy Child appeared flawless, but inwardly she was so nervous she was sweating bullets. Her ability to act mysteriously didn't mean she was comfortable in this situation; being stared at by so many fanatical, almost predatory eyes put immense pressure on her!
Then the Son wiped away his tears and sobbed, which puzzled the believers.
It wasn't until she said that she wasn't crying, but that the Mother Goddess was weeping through her eyes as she witnessed the devastation of life, that several believers in the crowd also began to sob softly. This atmosphere of sorrow spread like a virus, quickly reaching everyone present. They couldn't help but recall the past, the immense pressure that felt like it was squeezing their hearts apart, causing them unbearable pain and making it hard to breathe.
Unconsciously, several mountains are weighing on his shoulders.
The Holy Son was very satisfied with the effect.
He thought to himself, "The power of the scholar's words is really useful."
With a little manipulation, one can evoke the most painful images in everyone's heart, and with appropriate verbal persuasion, believers can become completely convinced. These methods are not a secret among the higher-ups of the Eternal Life Cult.
They weren't worried that the Holy Son would cause any trouble.
The believers are just ordinary, ignorant people, and the Holy Son only knows how to pretend to be a god and has no military power. What kind of trouble can the two of them stir up?
Little did they know that this disregard gave the Holy Son room to maneuver.
With the leader absent, the Holy Son becomes the embodiment of a god in the eyes of the believers.
She can serve as a medium to convey God's will.
Every word she uttered was a divine decree!
The more believers trust her claim to be the Holy Son, the more they will believe in the divine pronouncements she conveys: "The world is in turmoil, war and calamity are rampant, bandits are flourishing, all kinds of disasters are arising, and the people are suffering! This is the reincarnation of a demon, attempting to disrupt our prosperous era and plunge us into hell!"
This statement caused a public uproar and a great uproar.
The saint's pure white pupils were streaked with fine, haggard blood vessels, and large teardrops slid down her cheeks. The frequency of tears falling from each eye was remarkably harmonious and beautiful; far from being disheveled, she possessed an indescribable, pitiful charm. She then dropped another bombshell!
【Mother, Mother Goddess...】
It's not that the gods failed to protect the believers; rather, the Mother Goddess herself was harmed by wicked people. If nothing unexpected had happened, all believers should have been taken back to heaven long ago to enjoy paradise. It was evil spirits who interfered, misinterpreting divine pronouncements and preventing everyone from returning to heaven.
Who are these ghosts?
Nature is the culprit that brings them suffering!
The Holy Son, wielding a magnificent divine staff, declared: "Sisters and brothers, do not panic. The Mother Goddess, in her mercy, has long seen through the wicked schemes of the wicked and has sent an incarnation to the mortal realm. We need only follow the Mother Goddess to purify the world, relieve the people's suffering, restore order to the land, and recreate the divine realm, thus transcending the cycle of reincarnation!"
Some people don't believe it.
Why did the Mother Goddess only discover this now?
The Holy Son solemnly declared: "One year on Earth is one day in Heaven."
The doctrines of the Eternal Life Cult are utterly absurd. High-ranking priests preach that the common people were formed from the snot that splattered from a god's sneeze, while noble families, kings, and generals were composed of divine blood. They claim that in their past lives, the common people were insatiably greedy, stealing divine artifacts and causing constant natural disasters and turmoil in the divine realm. In their anger, the Mother Goddess banished all humankind from the divine realm.
The suffering of ordinary people is actually a form of atonement.
High-ranking officials and nobles are able to enjoy wealth and status because they are innocent victims of the conspiracy.
To be forgiven by the Mother Goddess and return to the divine realm, one must atone for one's sins.
Common people know they are guilty, and they endure it again and again in order to atone for their sins as soon as possible so that they will not have to suffer in the next life.
Now, the Son will convey the latest divine message from the Mother Goddess.
In truth, humans were forgiven not long after being banished from the divine realm for their transgressions. How could the Mother Goddess, so loving and forgiving, hold such a small mistake against them? How could such a narrow-minded Mother Goddess be the god they worship? It is because some are greedy for worldly glory, preferring to be the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, unwilling to return to the divine realm, and fearing their conspiracy will be exposed, they deceive and torment the world.
May humanity commit even more sins and remain forever in this corrupt world.
In this situation, no amount of atonement by the common people could help; they had worked diligently their entire lives, yet ultimately bore the brunt of others' sins. The Mother Goddess, seeing their immense suffering, had long since softened and was now preparing to personally take them back.
God cannot directly interfere with human karma.
She could only help believers in another way.
These words caused an uproar among the believers present.
Compared to the common people's belief that their sins could never be fully atoned through generations of atonement, they clearly believed more strongly that God had already forgiven them, and that it was only the machinations of wicked people. Who would willingly admit that they were deeply sinful, deserving to suffer not only in this life but also in the next? If they were told that it was evil spirits who had interfered and framed them, and that they had long since cleansed their sins and should be reborn in the realm of the gods, they would certainly believe it!
Not only did they believe it, but they also hated the sneaky and despicable person to the core!
The Holy Son was quite pleased with this scene.
Someone started it, and shouts of "Return our divine realm!" rang out from the crowd. What began as a few scattered cries grew into a deafening chorus of voices, filled with boundless grief and rage! The Holy Son immediately added fuel to the fire!
Slay evil spirits and welcome the true god!
【Let evil spirits die, and let the world be bright and clear!】 It would be embarrassing for one person to shout such a slogan, but if thousands of people shout it together, there will be no embarrassment, but rather high enthusiasm and feverishness, as if shouting at the top of their lungs can express all their grievances!
Immediately, someone pushed through the crowd and jumped up.
The other man's forehead veins bulged, his exposed skin was red from emotion, and his voice was hoarse as he recounted his life's misfortunes... hunger and poverty, the death of his father and mother, the seizure of his land, the murder of his sisters, and even his own leg! He ripped open his trouser leg.
It revealed a leg covered in grotesque, pitted scars.
This leg has no calf, only a section of the thigh.
He excitedly tore open his shirt, revealing horrific marks underneath – evidence of his escape from the fire!
It was shocking; I couldn't bear to look at it for even a second.
At this moment, an elderly woman with white hair also came up.
Her fate was even worse than that of the young man she had just encountered. Her husband was conscripted and died, her son, whom she had raised with great difficulty, was beaten to death by the servants of a local tyrant, her daughter was forcibly taken by the tyrant, and she herself was even forcibly abducted by a group of people and forced into becoming a camp prostitute.
Those days were more terrifying than a nightmare.
She miraculously survived, clinging to life.
She shouldn't have to suffer this pain!
Among the thousands present, similar examples were plentiful, and they could easily empathize with others. The more they empathized, the more they hated the culprits who caused their suffering! The Son of God also said that the Mother Goddess was there to support them, so what did they have to fear?
There were spies among the crowd, in addition to believers.
The spy sensed something was wrong when he saw this and tried to slip away to report back.
The result was that they were swarmed and beaten into a bloody pulp!
The Holy Son knew things would go smoothly, but she hadn't expected them to go this smoothly. To create momentum, she invoked the Mother Goddess to bestow a miracle. Under the goddess's protection, the ordinary people stormed into the nearest county town, killed the corrupt official, and seized the city walls—everything went perfectly!
These scoundrels really can't see us!
What else could this be but divine protection?
From that day onward, believers from all over the country responded.
Those who are barely surviving are the most enthusiastic.
If they perform well now, will the Mother Goddess not praise them in the future?
They had atoneed enough; now they wanted to reclaim the comfortable life that was rightfully theirs! This group of believers was like dry kindling; a single spark would set them ablaze, and the fire would spread like wildfire! The Holy Son, who was in charge of all this, was also anxious.
On the surface, he had to remain calm and composed while holding the national seal.
Yes, the Imperial Seal.
This national seal is...
The Holy Son paused for a moment, unable to recall who had given him the Imperial Seal, until someone quietly reminded him.
【Cui Shanxiao. 】
"Yes, Imperial Censor Cui, where is Imperial Censor Cui?" The Holy Son broke out in a cold sweat, especially remembering that someone seemed to have erased Imperial Censor Cui from her memory a few days ago. She was terrified. Who but a god could so silently tamper with her memories?
Is it possible that I am that person?
Holy Son: [...]
She blinked, following the sound but seeing no one.
Cui Xiao: [……]
The Holy Son asked another person present, "Did you see anyone?"
The other person's eyes held a resentful look: "I can see it, but all I can see is a faceless head floating in the air..."
It has no neck, no body, and no hands or feet.
Cui Xiao spoke up to remind him that he also only saw a faceless head.
He looked away and then back, but there was nothing there: "Shanxiao, say something, I can't see your head anymore."
Cui Xiao: [……]
The frightened holy son: [...]
Cui Xiao: [Fortunately, we can see the end of this in a few days.]
His scholarly approach allowed his followers to enter the small town as if it were their own backyard, which was quite effective, but had significant side effects.
For several days in a row, Cui Xiao wandered around like a ghost.
Fortunately, he wasn't injured this time and can take care of himself; his life isn't in danger. [At this rate, he'll be back to normal in a few days. You should all be prepared to evacuate at any time...]
Their task is to muddy the waters.
The believers are mostly ordinary people who cannot form a fighting force, but the main forces of the southwestern kingdoms are not in their own countries, and other forces within their borders are also stirring up trouble. With all these factors interfering, the chaos could last for quite some time.
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The refrigerator I sent to the elderly arrived. At first, I was worried that it might not be very good since it was so cheap. But after using it, the elderly said it was great and the popsicles stayed frozen solid.
(I'm a little unhappy that the delivery guy tried to persuade my elderly relative to buy a 100 yuan extended warranty. If they needed an extended warranty, I would have bought it myself. Why should my elderly relative have to pay for it? The refrigerator only costs 1,500 yuan, and the extended warranty costs 100 yuan... But if my elderly relative is happy, then so be it.)
P.S.: For the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, my favorite flavor is egg yolk lotus seed paste.
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