Love brain is prohibited in the world of cultivation

Chapter 261 Xuanwu Blessing

In order for Zhi Ming to have a good look at the current human race, Shen Hengkong stayed in the Northland for a while longer.

With her determination, she visited almost every tribe in the North.

These tribes still believe in Zhiming, and every household also enshrines the statue of Zhiming. In the eyes of these human tribes, Zhiming is not only their god, but also a spiritual symbol.

In order to be more real, Shen Hengkong and Zhi Ming hid their true identities.

"Old man, you kept worshiping Xuanwu on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Since Xuanwu protects you, why do you still work so hard?"

Shen Hengkong gave a hand to the old man who was moving the tree trunk and looked at the old man curiously.

This place is already slightly close to the Middle Earth and is not as cold as the Far North. In this season, there are still mortals working outside.

Shen Ping'an thought that the old man would explain it in a nice voice, but unexpectedly, the old man's eyebrows instantly stood up, blowing his beard and staring at Shen Hengkong.

"You're such a lazy kid!"

"Lord Xuanwu has blessed us with good weather. Whatever you want, you have to earn it with your own hands!"

"How can you expect to have pie in the sky just by looking forward to worshiping Lord Xuanwu every day?"

As he said that, the old man glared at Shen Hengkong fiercely.

"For a lazy woman like you, Master Xuanwu will not bless you!"

Shen Hengkong touched her nose. Ever since she became the Human Emperor, she had never been pointed at her nose and scolded. This was the first time she was pointed at her nose and scolded like this.

Zhi Ming looked at the old man thoughtfully.

This old man is already quite old. His back has been bent by life, and the clothes on his body are patched one after another. Because it is winter, the winter clothes are not easily starched, and his body is full of luster.

And because the weather in the North was still cold after all, the old man was covered up tightly and his movements were quite inconvenient.

"Old man, what are you praying for when you offer Xuanwu?"

Zhi Ming stood in front of Shen Hengkong and looked at the old man.

This issue is very important to him.

In Zhi Ming's memory, only the human race can provide the power of incense, and the human race worships the gods and exchanges faith for the gods' protection. The gods accept the human race's faith and protect the human race's safety.

This is a deal through and through.

But now that the old man's life was so difficult, he did not ask Xuanwu to help him get out of his current situation.

Zhi Ming saw the Xuanwu statue in the old man's home.

The statue is clean and has three sticks of incense stuck in front of it. It is obviously very well maintained.

So, what is the old man praying for?

"Of course I am praying to Lord Xuanwu to bless me..."

The old man said immediately, but he was only half-sentence, but got stuck.

Yes, what is he praying for?

He doesn't believe in good things falling from the sky, and has never completely relied on Lord Xuanwu. It's just that it has become his habit to worship Lord Xuanwu.

After a while, the old man's voice weakened and he muttered: "You don't care what I pray for, anyway, I just like to worship Master Xuanwu!"

"Old man, you worship Xuanwu every day, and now your life is so miserable. Have you never doubted that Xuanwu took your offerings and did nothing?"

Zhi Ming has received many tributes, but very few people will really pay attention to him.

Among those who worship Xuanwu, there are not a few like the old man.

He didn't understand that he had never really provided any help to them, so why were they still willing to worship him? The old man was stunned. Wasn't he... protected by Master Xuanwu?

How can it be!

"How can you, a young man, talk!"

The old man reacted quickly and glared at Zhi Ming.

"How could Lord Xuanwu not protect me? When I fell into the ice cave, it was because of Lord Xuanwu's blessing that I managed to survive until someone came to rescue me!"

"If Xuanwu protects you, you won't fall into the ice cave at all."

Zhi Ming said coldly.

"I fell into the ice hole because I didn't look at the road! If I had looked at the road carefully, how could I have fallen into such a big ice hole? And later they all said that I could hold on until they rescued me. If it comes out, it will be a miracle!”

"If Master Xuanwu hadn't protected me, how could I have survived, you think?"

The old man raised his head proudly. When he was young, he fell into an ice cave and came out alive. This was something he had always talked about. In his eyes, this was proof that he was favored by Xuanwu.

If it had been anyone else, they would have died inside!

Keep silent.

Could he not know whether it was Xuanwu's blessing?

It is indeed a miracle that a mortal can sustain himself in an ice cave for so long.

Did he really protect such a mortal when he was unaware?

Zhi Ming wanted to ask more questions, but Shen Hengkong had already pulled him away.

"Peace, explain to him."

Looking at Zhi Ming's look, Shen Hengkong knew that Zhi Ming had not figured out how the old man survived in the ice cave.

"Mortals are far stronger than we imagine. You didn't really protect him. It was just that when he was in a desperate situation, he firmly believed in the existence of Xuanwu. He relied on his belief in Xuanwu to support himself and broke through the limits of his body."

"Of course, this is also because he was still young at the time, a young man, and his physical fitness was also acceptable."

Things like this are not uncommon. The power that supports mortals in desperate situations may not always be beliefs like Xuanwu.

"So, no matter whether I really bless them or not, their lives will not change. For them, I just need to be a mascot."

Zhi Ming swallowed, and it was a little difficult to speak.

"You're right."

"The so-called power of faith should have disappeared long ago."

Shen Hengkong patted Zhi Ming on the shoulder.

Mortals have given their faith, and it would be fine if the gods they believed in were good. But if they were like the gods in heaven, not only would they not receive equal returns, they would also use their faith to worship a group of devils.

If this is the case, then why do we still allow the power of faith to exist?

Shen Hengkong's words stunned Zhi Ming, "The power of faith is innate, how could it not exist?"

"As long as the human race has faith, the power of faith will inevitably arise!"

Zhi Ming looked at Shen Hengkong in disbelief.

The latter smiled and said nothing.

She has never been a "Human Emperor" who relies on the faith of mortals to survive. More importantly, Shen Hengkong has never admitted that she is a good person.

The faith of the human race is dispensable to her. Having faith will produce the power of faith. Who makes such rules?

Just like back then, the human race was not qualified to eat at the table. Aren't such rules also made by those in authority?

(End of this chapter)