Chapter 140 Is the God of Agriculture ultimately related to his innocence...?
Yun Tianjiao's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the pottery jar in Gong Xin's arms. A strange thought suddenly came to her mind: no matter what, she absolutely, positively must not eat the food poured out of the jar by the God Gong Xin.
"Did the Divine Lord Gongxin already know we were coming?" Zhiwei asked.
Gong Xinwen said gently, “With your intelligence, I think you will all suspect that Immortal Lord Zhu Jing’s memories may have been tampered with. And the simplest way to verify Immortal Lord Zhu Jing’s memories is to come here and look for clues.”
"You're not trying to tell us that the deity Elder Xiyuan worshipped back then wasn't you, are you?" Shen Qiongzhi asked with hostility.
"Just as Miss Shen said, it wasn't me."
"Hmph, what evidence do you have?"
The Divine Lord Gongxin patted the pottery jar in his hand, "If you want to know who he worships, why don't you just ask him directly?"
As he spoke, he brought out the pottery jar, causing it to hover in mid-air and enlarge slightly, which also enlarged Elder Xiyuan's head embedded in the jar.
"My goodness, this is an eyesore!" Shen Qiongzhi quickly covered her eyes with her hands, she was disgusted by Elder Xiyuan's ugly face.
Before his death, Xi Yuan had already been beaten up by Zhu Jing, his face covered in bruises and looking quite pathetic. Later, Qing Yuan chopped off his head, and his body rotted under the scorching sun with no one to collect it. His ghostly form was extremely ugly.
Even Yun Tianjiao, who was used to seeing ghosts and spirits in the Netherworld, had to do a lot of mental preparation before he could look directly at Xi Yuan's face, which was crawling with maggots.
"Xiyuan, who exactly taught you this evil technique of absorbing other people's cultivation? Who is the god you worship?"
Xi Yuan cried and screamed, refusing to speak properly.
The deity Gongxin struck the pottery jar heavily, causing Xiyuan's entire head to tremble violently inside.
Seeing that he still wouldn't speak, Gong Xin continued knocking, again and again.
"Alright, alright! Stop banging! Stop banging, okay?!" Xi Yuan finally shouted.
Gong Xin stopped, and Xi Yuan glanced at Gong Xin with his bruised eyes before slowly saying, "I can't say who the true god I worship is, but I can tell you that it is definitely not the God Gong Xin."
After saying this, he added in a low voice with a very disdainful expression, "He's just a farmer, how could he have that kind of ability?"
Shen Qiongzhi didn't believe it and said to Yun Tianjiao and the others, "Isn't this considered a forced confession? What if Xiyuan is just afraid of Gong Xin and has no choice but to say this?"
“Hey! I’m not afraid of him! I’m not afraid of him at all!” Xi Yuan retorted immediately.
Yun Tianjiao raised an eyebrow and deliberately said, "So, you're afraid of the 'true god' you worship?"
Xi Yuan seemed very reluctant to admit that he was a coward, but his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and in the end he still didn't say anything. He just shouted loudly again, "Ouch, ouch, my neck hurts, my neck hurts, my neck hurts..."
Shen Qiongzhi was getting a headache from his noise and yelled, "Shut up! Where's your neck now?"
Gongxin, the Divine Lord, pounded on the pottery jar again. Yun Tianjiao was very worried; if he kept pounding it like that, the pottery jar would be smashed to pieces.
Ke Xiyuan was determined not to reveal who he was worshipping.
Zhiwei was actually the only one among everyone present who could clearly see the god that Xiyuan worshipped in Zhu Jing's memory, but at this moment, his suspicion of the God of Gongxin was the least among them.
He suggested, "I'm afraid we won't get anything useful out of Elder Xiyuan. Why don't we go to the Sect Leader's Hall to look for clues?"
“That’s right. Since this old geezer worships gods, he must have set up an altar and statue in the sect leader’s hall! Why don’t we go in and take a look?” Shen Qiongzhi immediately responded.
Gong Xin's expression was grim. "It's no use. The altar inside the Sect Leader's Hall has already been re-disguised. I've already been there."
Yun Tianjiao said, "Since it was disguised, there might be traces left. Even if we want to believe you, we cannot clear your name based solely on Xiyuan's one-sided statement.
Gong Xin sighed, "Well, alright, let's go in and take another look."
He turned the earthenware jar upside down, and Elder Xiyuan's head rolled out of the jar.
The moment the head hit the ground, Elder Xiyuan's headless body, on all fours, ran over like a dog, automatically piecing the head back together, and then with a whoosh, disappeared into the ground.
"Oh no, why did he run away!" Shen Qiongzhi knew that Xiyuan and Zhu Jing had a deep-seated hatred and wanted to catch the old man and torture him properly after the matter was resolved. Only then did she notice Zhu Jing beside her, who seemed to have not said a word and looked very depressed.
"Zhu Jing, what's wrong?" Shen Qiongzhi asked worriedly.
"It's nothing. It's just that the Elder Xiyuan I knew was vicious and cunning, quite different from the one I see now."
Upon hearing Zhu Jing's words, Zhiwei said, "This barrier seems to have the effect of suppressing ghosts and spirits. The demons and monsters imprisoned here, no matter how vicious they are, will probably not be able to exert their power. Over time, their power will deteriorate, and their minds will become like those of children."
“No wonder, Elder Xiyuan I just saw was different from the one Zhu Jing remembered,” Yun Tianjiao said.
Shen Qiongzhi nodded in deep agreement, "Those two at the door also look rather silly."
Zhu Jing sighed, "It's truly a cruel twist of fate that Xi Yuan has ended up like this."
As they spoke, the group found the temple where Xiyuan worshipped the gods. The statue enshrined in the center of the main hall was that of Gongxin, but it had fallen into disrepair over the years and showed signs of damage. Not only the statue, but the entire temple had become dilapidated and decayed, and the once exquisite paint and murals were almost illegible.
"Isn't this the temple of the Divine Lord Gongxin?" Shen Qiongzhi looked around and immediately frowned. "If someone disguised it later, the details are too realistic. Is it really possible for someone to be so meticulous?"
She cast her suspicious gaze at Gong Xin again. When she was still the daughter of the Prime Minister's family, Shen Qiongzhi had almost never paid attention to this high-ranking deity. Her impression of him was that he was always half asleep, half awake, and had an indifferent attitude no matter how big the matter was.
It's rare to see him open his long, narrow eyes now; he no longer looks drowsy.
Ultimately, it's related to my innocence...
Shen Qiongzhi pouted.
Yun Tianjiao, however, discovered something amiss in the seemingly flawless Gongxin Temple.
This was all thanks to her intrusion into the Pingwei Marquis's residence day and night, where she practically explored every deity's temple. Because she was in the form of a black cat at the time, cats differ greatly from humans in both size and field of vision, which meant she could observe many details that humans would miss.
"I remember that the interior of the temple of the God of Gongxin usually doesn't have floral patterns, right?" Yun Tianjiao asked Gongxin.
Gong Xin said, "As the god of agriculture, I love the five grains the most and dislike flowers and plants the most. No temple in the world that worships me will have flowers and plants as decorations."
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