From the end of the world

Chapter 569 Luoshan Orthodoxy
Although I know that Huang Quan is inside this Gospel Temple at this moment, I can't lock on his specific location.

To be more precise, I cannot try to locate his specific location. I originally considered Huang Quan as a target that I would kill sooner or later, and now I have to use my consciousness to scan his location, which is simply because I am afraid that he will not notice my visit.

The abilities of a human god can be seen from his character. After all, the power itself is the embodiment of the user's mind in most cases. If you are a cautious person, you will easily acquire the ability to detect the direction of danger. I believe Huang Quan also has one or two special talents in this regard. Even if we have not made any mistakes, the other party may be aware of our existence at any time.

"So, how do you plan to investigate this Gospel House next? Do you want to conduct a thorough carpet search?" I asked No. 7.

"Of course not. That would be too inefficient, and if time is delayed too long, things will inevitably change." Number 7 said, "Let's ask the 'locals' first. Can you help me?"

I understood what she meant, and then we left the courtyard together and entered the Gospel House building.

The internal structure of Huangquan Gospel Temple is similar to the ruins of Taisui Gospel Temple explored some time ago, except that this place has not been flooded, the buildings are relatively intact, and there is a stronger atmosphere of human activities.

Having said that, there is not much "human flavor" here. I don't know if it is because this is the afterlife, people don't care about the atmosphere and environment, and it is full of dead air. Just like the courtyard before, there is a place for planting flowers and plants, but there is no one to take care of them, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard are left to decay.

Since it is impossible to grow greenery properly in the afterlife, the relevant facilities should be removed and out of sight, out of mind. However, they seem too lazy to even do this.

This does not seem to be because the Gospel Monastery lacks centripetal force and organizational power. On the contrary, the monks coming and going in the corridor give people the impression of being well-ordered and well-trained. It sounds like a military force, but it is not. If the power is compared to a person, then the Gospel Monastery is like an ascetic. Although it is unkempt, it hides a fanatical collective belief and ideas.

"The monks of Huangquan Gospel Monastery are basically believers of the human god Huangquan." No. 7 said without surprise, "Believers are often influenced by the god they believe in. The more devout their faith, the more they will reflect the nature of the human god on a collective level.

"Basically, Huang Quan is a scholar who doesn't care about material enjoyment and takes rationality as a guide for action. Although he has skills and knowledge in interpersonal communication, he is not a person who likes to communicate with others, and he lacks the motivation to make the environment better. As long as it is not so bad that he can't stand it, he can adapt to it.

"So most of Huangquan's followers are of this type. Whether it's interpersonal relationships or living environment, they just muddle through and go with the flow in everything except practice and work... Although there are people in this Gospel House who are responsible for taking care of and beautifying the environment, since no one cares, the standards for the environment will be lowered accordingly."

In some fantasy stories, the character of the gods is influenced by the beliefs of the believers, but here it is obviously the other way around.

No. 7 continued, "At the same time, the same is true for the plan to massacre all of humanity. Although this plan was proposed by Huang Quan himself, Huang Quan himself may not really have the determination to 'save the world even if this happens'. He was originally indifferent to the lives of all mankind, and 'since this is the only way, let's do it', he probably just thought so.

"The monks here are all like this, not because they have a strong obsession with the continuation of the world and race, but because this method is more reasonable. As executors, I also have the opportunity to get a ticket to the Ark to the future. I don't want to be buried with the old human history, so I just go with the flow.

"As for how many tragedies and tears will be created in the process, they don't care. It doesn't matter if hundreds of millions of mortals are slaughtered. As long as they are all killed, they can ensure that these high and mighty monks will not be destroyed. Then the mortals deserve to die... Using the existence of cultivation as the criterion and legitimacy for judging who deserves to live, this kind of thinking should be considered as 'transcendentalism' in your place, right?"

I thought about it and answered, “Almost.”

As I was talking, I saw a monk in special attire walking over from the opposite side of the corridor. He was an old man, and although he was wearing a black uniform, this monk had some decorations and emblems on him. The monks passing by saw him and stopped to perform ceremonial gestures.

It can be seen that this person is in a high position and must know a lot of information. Judging from the soul, this is a character of the level. Or in the tone of transcendence, should it be called a "level cultivator"?
Again, although Cheng Ji is just a minor character in my eyes, in Luoshan as a whole, Cheng Ji can be said to be a person very close to the top of the pyramid. I believe that it is also the case in the Gospel Academy. There should not be many characters with higher positions than this monk.

——Then, choose him.

I took No. 7 and Xiaowan and deliberately blocked the way in front of this master. He seemed to have just noticed our presence, stopped his steps, and then showed a puzzled expression, frowned and asked: "What are you doing... Wait, who are you? I have never seen your face before..."

Without waiting for him to react with a warning, I spoke first: "From now on, you are our slave. You must not do anything to disobey us, and you must not lie, conceal, or remain silent in response to our questions."

"What...!" The Chengjing monk widened his eyes in shock, "What on earth are you--"

He seemed to want to speak loudly and make some attacking moves at the same time, but his voice was suddenly cut off, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat; and the move he had intended to make was also abandoned halfway, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

My power of words has completely imprisoned him. No matter if he wants to make any noise to attract the attention of the people around him, or if he wants to do anything harmful to us, he will be stopped by his own body and soul in the end.

This is not only a law that affects his body and soul, but also the air and space around him. Even if he manages to break free of this law and run away screaming, the air around him will refuse to transmit his voice, and the space will automatically stretch and change, making it impossible for him to escape from us forever. Maybe he has other props and spells specifically used to tip off... but they are useless. Under the overwhelming power of the law, those fancy methods will only be invalidated. Even his own life and death is a matter that I can decide with a single word.

I tried my best to concentrate all my strength on him, so as not to leak out any fluctuations and cause a reaction in Huang Quan in the distance.

Although Xiao Wan had expected this, she still marveled at the scene: "It was resolved so quickly..."

“You have the ability to do similar things for other people, although the specific effects may be different,” I said.

As the son of divinity, Xiaowan also possesses the power of words, but it is not quite the same as Dawuchang's power of words.

The small bowl can make others feel trust and intimacy with her, and they can't help but believe her words, respond to her orders, and become her followers. In ancient times, this extraordinary leadership charisma that can attract hundreds of people to follow was also regarded as the aura of a sage king. Even the heaven and earth will become like the human heart, which is a kind of "power to govern the world."

Although the existence of madness makes it difficult for her to display this ability to everyone in the afterlife, with the power of the divine seal fragment, I believe she can find a way to break through this obstacle.

The premise of all this is that she herself must treat others with sincerity - because the power of the Son of Divinity's words is a kind of "ability to communicate" that pursues a harmonious result.

The power of Da Wuchang's words is the "ability to command", and the ultimate result is to force others and the world to make ideal responses.

"The words of God... no matter how many times I see them, they are always so unreasonable..."

Number Seven seemed to have a strange empathy for this cultivator who was in a high position but whose life and death were controlled in the blink of an eye, and he let out a sigh.

"You are... Rainbow Grass!"

The Chengjing cultivator obviously recognized the identity of No. 7, and looked at me again, his expression even more shocked, "Human God... No, this feeling... The Great Demon of Disaster? Why would the Great Demon of Disaster appear here!?"

"It's been a long time since we last met. I remember that you and a few other officials are now managing this Gospel House for Huang Quan, right?" Number 7 looked at him coldly. "You must have been behind the scenes in the hunt for the Tai Sui Army at Huang Quan Gospel House. Have you ever thought that one day you will fall into my hands?"

The expression of the cultivator at the Cheng realm changed several times.

It turns out that these two people know each other. They were both high-ranking figures in the Gospel Institute, so it is only natural.

From my first impression, this accomplished monk should not be a blessed monk, but a talent who received a complete and systematic education from the Gospel Academy and was cultivated as a senior cadre as No. 7 once said. Even from his aging face, he might have become a senior cadre before that system came into being.

"However, we need to put aside those grudges for now. We have something to ask you." No. 7 said, "Where did you keep the technical data of 'Dushuo Mountain'? Also, do you know where Huang Quan put the fragment of the divine seal?"

The Chengjing cultivator was stunned for a moment, "'Dushuo Mountain'? Fragments of the divine seal? I don't know... Isn't the 'Dushuo Mountain' thing still in the prototype stage of technology? Could it be that Huangquan God completed it himself?"

Number 7 showed a very disgusted expression and said, "You don't know anything? You are really useless. ... Come to think of it, how could Huang Quan tell you such important information, someone who would tell you everything when asked casually."

However, the cultivator in Chengjing did not care about the humiliation he suffered. The keyword "Dushuo Mountain" seemed to stimulate his associative ability, allowing him to quickly infer a lot of information.

He turned his eyes to me, and his voice was trembling and full of awe. "I, I understand... You are not the Great Demon of Disaster. A demon cannot transform into a human form or speak human language... Are you the prototype of the Great Demon of Disaster who traveled from the world of the living to the afterlife? The Great Impermanence of the Second Luoshan?"

"Your brain works very quickly, but have you forgotten that it is you who should answer our questions now?" I said, "And...what does 'Second Luoshan' mean? Is there a First Luoshan? Tell me everything you think of."

The master monk could not disobey my order, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Have they even erased our records over there? Our Gospel Academy... is the orthodox one in Luoshan."

(End of this chapter)