This fox fairy is too inhuman

Chapter 279 The Birth of God

Painting with blood?

Are you still painting my portrait?

what?
No, are you so stubborn?
According to Duan Xiaoling's description, Ren Yidao thought about what unfolded at that time.

"..."

A group of hungry reform-through-labor prisoners were locked up together. Instead of fighting each other, they used their own blood to draw graffiti on the wall...

hiss!
I always felt like I was reading a Gram investigation report.

I understand.

This is to open a dungeon and find a few lucky D-class investigators to send... uh, to investigate.

But, no need to investigate.

Isn't this my merit party?

It’s my positive energy, such sunshine, such a positive assembly line of merit!
Eh, wait a minute.

"But I didn't see any portraits inside just now?"

Although the walls are a little dirty, there's nothing strange about them, right?
"Of course you can't see it, it's been wiped off." Duan Xiaoling curled her lips and said with some disgust.

"Uh, wiped?"

You prodigal child, are you going to get rid of it now?
"Well, you don't know. The portrait they drew was really weird. I felt so scared that I asked them to wipe it away."

Duan Xiaoling didn't think there was anything wrong with her approach.

In her opinion, that thing shouldn't stay!
In Duan Xiaoling's next explanation, Ren Yidao also understood why she did what she did.

She originally wanted to just let it go. After all, it didn't matter. She was just a substitute. As long as the person didn't die, it didn't matter to her.

To put it bluntly, with that little salary, why are you working so hard!
Not to mention, Ren Yidao would probably not pay her a salary.

But after a few days of ignoring it, a new problem arose...

Their paintings are becoming more and more realistic!
Originally it could only be regarded as random graffiti, with only its own style but no spirit.

However, as time went by and the prisoners continued to modify and increase the portrait, the portrait became more and more real.

Obviously there is only one kind of paint, blood, but the depth of blood is used to outline a realistic portrait.

A Ren Yidao painted with dark red blood.

When serving extra meals to the prisoners, Duan Xiaoling could always feel an inexplicable gaze staring at her back.

But when she turned around, she could only see the portrait on the wall, staring directly at her.

Unable to tell whether it was the fear of the unknown or the anger of being spied on, Duan Xiaoling, frightened and furious, ordered the prisoners to destroy the portraits.

Miraculously, after the portrait was destroyed, that sight completely disappeared.

Seeing Duan Xiaoling shaking unnaturally and turning around subconsciously, Ren Yidao raised his eyebrows secretly, but he didn't blame her for her recklessness.

After thinking silently for a while, he asked softly:

"When you asked them to wipe it... did they have any other reaction?"

If you say something so miraculous, you have to resist a little bit when you let them destroy it, right?
But unexpectedly, Duan Xiaoling shook her head, "No."

"They didn't object, but from time to time someone would draw a new one and have to have it wiped again."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and Duan Xiaoling's face was filled with displeasure.

In her opinion, these prisoners were working against her and were really disobedient.

But again, as long as they don't die, it has nothing to do with her.

Therefore, although she was unhappy with their disobedient drawing and painting back and forth, she just asked them to rub it a few more times.

Disobedient, right?Just wipe it off, I'm not tired anyway.

"What's wrong? Do you think something is wrong?"

Duan Xiaoling also saw something was wrong with Ren Yidao's expression at this time.

He didn't take it seriously like he did, and seemed a little serious.

Ok?
Is this really that serious?
"No, it's nothing. I just have an uncertain idea. Maybe I'm just overthinking." Ren Yidao shook his head, adjusted his expression, and smiled at his nephew.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, I will handle it myself." Waving his hand to the suspicious nephew Duan, Ren Yidao did not intend to say any more.

"Ha... ok, I'm leaving then."

"Come on, let's go, I'll see you off."

Duan Xiaoling was right. This matter had nothing to do with her and it was not suitable for her to get involved.

Her Shinto is different from her own, and even different from most of her predecessors in the Shinto sect.

She has to go her own way now and shouldn't be influenced by others, even if it's just an uncertain train of thought.

If Ren Yidao was right, he was not sure what impact this incident would have.

"Let her take a share of the pie when there are tangible benefits." He personally sent Duan Xiaoling out of the cell, and Ren Yidao watched her go away, thinking to himself.

"When the time comes, just think of it as a dividend for her!"

Ren is not only a good cake painter, but also a master of cake cutting.

There are benefits, he is really willing to share it.

Of course, it’s limited to your own people.

After sending Duan Xiaoling away, Ren Yidao returned to the merit party.

This time, he no longer observed from the previous perspective, but began to observe from another perspective.

He sat cross-legged at the highest point of the entire space, his lowered eyes lit up slightly, and his hair began to turn from black to white.

The huge eight-tailed white fox appeared beside him silently, silently lowered its head and lay beside him.

Different from his quiet appearance, his half-closed eyes were hidden with agility, and he was scanning around the space.

But before he could figure it out, his body was forcibly taken over.

No, using the word force is wrong, because for Ren Yidao, this is the basic application of Tao Shen.

When Ren Yidao opened his eyes again, everything in front of him was different, and there were many more subtle lines in the space.

A section of those lines was born from the top of a mortal's head, then extended three feet above, and finally merged into the void and disappeared.

It is incense, and it is also a weak merit, or the power of faith.

This is the divine perspective.

Ren Yidao is re-observing this space with the vision of a god.

Strictly speaking, Ren Yidao did not need to deliberately borrow the Taoist God's vision to see this scene.

Because he was once the god who sat on the altar and was worshiped by others.

But when Ren Yidao entered the realm, he had already cut off the shackles imposed on him by mortals with his own hands.

Cut yourself off with a knife, cut out the Taoist God, cut off the shackles of the past, and create a bright new life.

This certainly allowed him to escape from the fate of being trapped in a lock, but it also had some innocuous disadvantages.

For example, some of the powers that he once had were divided among his own divine bodies - the White Fox Taoist God.

When helping Li Lingling escape from the fate of the Blood Star, Ren Yidao helped her throw all her destiny to the Taoist Yinglong.

That was not a risk, but because he had already had experience in dividing authority and was [-]% sure.

To put it bluntly, for Ren Yidao, the Taoist God is just a useful big basket, and all kinds of mess can be put into it.

Tao Shen, everyone who has used it says it’s good!

"Well, it's exactly what I thought. It's true."

Ren Yidao glanced around with half-squinted eyes, and after seeing that the line of faith branched off into a tributary halfway, he got two definite answers.

First, he was intercepted halfway.

The power of merit that should have been directed directly to oneself was quietly taken away by others.As for myself, I completely ignored this because there was not much difference in the amount entered.

Tsk, my house was actually robbed.

Seeing this group of energetic people, who looked like everyone had faith and strength, working risking their lives, Ren Yidao couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

"Perhaps this can also be considered a kind of tauren?"

As for the second discovery...

He smacked his lips and muttered with some toothache:

"It's true, these guys actually created a god..."

Yes, make gods.

In other words, a half-finished false god who is not even stable in his own state.

The thief who stole the power of Ren Yidao's faith is not hiding anywhere else, but in this space.

Even, right on that wall.

Although the image has been erased, His enshrined spirit is still there.

He is said to be half-finished because he does not yet have a particularly clear sense of self. He only knows how to absorb the power of faith, but does not know how to use it.

At most, it relies on instinct and unconsciousness to digest part of it to strengthen its body, and most of it escapes into the space and feeds back to the praying mortals.

No, not right.

If He had been proactive from the beginning, it would have been impossible to remain in this state, and a complete consciousness would have been born long ago.

Therefore, He is passive.

He does not even take the initiative to absorb it himself, but passively accepts it, becoming a ruthless belief transformation and feedback machine.

And it was these guys who allowed Him to be born and fall to this point...

Ren Yidao looked at the prisoners and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's awesome!"

It’s not that they are awesome, but they are sighing at the magic of nature.

The explanation for the God-creating feat of the employees at the Merit Party is also very simple.

To sum it up, just one sentence:

Life will find its own way.

When despair reaches its peak, they look for hope on their own.

Even if this hope is illusory.

According to Duan Xiaoling, she actually knew what was going on.

It's just a small retreat, which can be as short as three days or as long as a week. This amount of time is definitely not enough for a group of monks to starve to death, even the original monks.

Not to mention, she also left them three days of food and water, which at most meant they were hungry for two days, which was not a big deal at all.

However, the same story is completely different for the prisoners.

They have no idea when Duan Xiaoling will come back!

Not even sure if she will come back!
An endless wait.

If he guessed correctly, they would eat all the food for three days on the first day.

In the days to come, all that will be left for them is hunger...

Endless waiting, endless hunger, either of these two points can destroy a person's spirit.

Fortunately, it was only six days, not too short, but definitely not too long.

If the prisoners' minds are still sound, then this little time will naturally not be a problem, and it will pass if they get through it.

But the problem is that their thinking has been completely destroyed and rebuilt again by Ren Yidao... uh, twice?
Well, maybe three times, this little thing is not important!

Anyway!

The important thing is that they can no longer be treated as normal people.

And despair is like a plague that will spread quickly in a small space and infect everyone.

Logically speaking, when things have reached that point, there is no other possibility.

If the spread of despair cannot be stemmed, collapse will come quickly, followed by death.

However, before the collapse of the group came, under the guidance of the unknown, one of them had an idea, drew a portrait with his own blood, and began to pray to "that adult".

Hope is like a wildfire that starts a prairie fire, using despair as fuel to expand rapidly.

Soon, not one but all the prisoners were praying to Ren Yidao.

However, their imagination of Ren Yidao was not objective. They only remembered the horror and cruelty, but not the other points.

Such a wrong understanding also leads to the failure of the power of faith to correctly guide the Lord.

In addition, their souls are pure, their faith is extremely pure, and they are in the Shinto Sect, a special place full of Shinto aura.

And when all the coincidences come together, it is no longer a coincidence.

In this world, people’s destiny is called destiny.

Then, the gears of fate began to turn.

In this dark corner that no one knew existed, a new god was born.

He has a similar face to Ren Yidao, but is more violent and terrifying, and his body is made of blood.

But He is also merciful and will give rewards to devout believers.

In the end, the newly born gods gained faith, and the desperate prisoners received feedback and survived the most difficult time.

As for the rest of the story, there is nothing to say.

Although the portraits were destroyed time and time again, the invisible gods survived, and gods and humans complement each other until now.

If Ren Yidao didn't come back in time to find out, then maybe after a while, this god would completely perfect himself and become an independent god.

And what will happen after that is hard to say.

"...It's really amazing."

After thinking about the cause and effect, Ren Yidao sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"Wow!"

This product, which was completely beyond his expectation, can be called a miracle.

It is no exaggeration to say that although the birth of this god was an accident, the entire process has considerable research significance for the Shinto Sect.

"However, before that...there is something I need to explain to Him clearly."

Ren Yidao jumped down from a high place and walked to the wall that looked empty but was actually a human-shaped hollow in his eyes. He raised his hand and knocked lightly.

"Hello are you there?"

He narrowed his eyes with a smile, lightly traced his fingertips on the wall, and spoke in a friendly manner:
"Kid, before we get down to business, I want to ask you a little question."

他 说:

"you know……"

"What will happen to those who dare to steal my incense?"

　After thinking about it, I have been eating a little too much lately.

　　Unhappy, eat, become happy, gain weight, unhappy, eat…

　　The perfect cycle…

　　Hiss, no, you have to restrain yourself.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)