Confucian and Taoist scholar

Chapter 119: Barbarian Gods
"Who are you? Are you disturbing my meditation?"

The old man in white was intimidating without even getting angry, his eyes were like torches, and he could shock the soul.

Lu Zheng felt no emotion in his heart, but instead looked at the old man in front of him.

"You, are God?"

The old man in white glared at him and said, "Of course! And who are you?"

There are gods in this world.

The previous dynasty was a unified dynasty, when Shintoism flourished and gods were worshipped and offered sacrifices in various places, and it was prosperous for a time.

However, after the previous dynasty declined and fell, the Shintoism established by the previous dynasty also declined.

The nine countries in the world no longer worship the gods of the past.

The gods gradually faded from the people's sight, but they did not completely disappear.

Among the nine countries, there were only two where Shintoism was still flourishing, and Anguo was not one of them.

Within the territory of Anguo, people are militaristic on the outside and Confucian on the inside, and Shintoism is not popular.

There are only a few gods canonized by the imperial court occasionally, but that is because of some special reasons. Not everyone can become the true god of Anguo.

Such gods do not exist in such a desolate place.

At least in the entire Kaiyang County, there is not a single proper temple. What they worship are temples for saints.

A god who is not recognized by heaven and earth, nor officially canonized by human beings, and who practices Shintoism on his own and seeks incense and offerings from the people is called a wild god.

Such wild gods are suppressed in the nine countries.

After all, no ruler wants to see uncontrolled people, gods, demons and ghosts misleading the people and making their rule unstable.

Generally speaking, wild gods hide in remote places, bewitching the ignorant people and stealing their incense and spiritual power to become gods.

Lu Zheng looked at the old man in white and thought it was just a monster playing tricks here, but he didn't expect that the other party really took the path of Shinto.

How this monster knew how to practice Shinto is a big question.

After all, Shintoism was suppressed in Anguo. Not to mention demons and ghosts, even few human cultivators knew how to condense incense and mental power to become gods.

There is a wild god in this wilderness, and its divine aura is still very pure, which makes Lu Zheng curious.

The old man in white felt uncomfortable when Lu Zheng looked at him and couldn't help but snort coldly.

He raised his hand and shot out a golden divine light, trying to suppress Lu Zheng on the spot.

A righteous spirit quickly emanated from Lu Zheng's body, resisting the divine light.

Two completely different auras collided with each other, suddenly bursting into a brilliance, canceling each other out.

Huh? Lu Zheng's eyes flickered slightly. He had never expected that this divine power was so mysterious that even his righteous aura could not suppress it.

The power of Shinto is indeed extraordinary.

"what……"

The old man in white couldn't help but let out a light exclamation when he saw the aura emanating from Lu Zheng.

I thought Lu Zheng was just an ordinary young man, but he turned out to be a cultivator.

Lu Zheng looked at the old man and said coldly, "You are here to deceive the villagers. You must have eaten many people, right?"

The old man's expression changed inexplicably when he heard this.

He said slowly, "What are you talking about? The villagers offered themselves to me, and I am here to protect them from monsters and wild ghosts. Young man, are you trying to get involved in my affairs?"

Lu Zhengdao said, "You admit it? But you know that Anguo strictly prohibits offering sacrifices to wild gods?"

"Hey, the government doesn't care about me, but you, a young man, are so nosy."

The old man thought he was a god, and a young man dared to come and accuse him of a crime. He simply didn't know his place.

As he spoke, the old man raised his hand and slapped out.

A large golden palm print emerged, three feet square, carrying a majestic divine power, and quickly suppressed Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng was calm and composed, as steady as a rock.

He suddenly punched out with great momentum, and a tiger shadow appeared, accompanied by a tiger roar.

"boom!"

The collision of palm and fist made a loud bang, like thunder in the sky, deafening and echoing in the cave for a long time.

"Zheng!"

When Lu Zheng raised his hand, a sharp sword appeared in his hand, emitting a sharp sword light.

Then, Lu Zheng quickly moved and rushed towards the old man in white.

The old man looked calm and raised his hand to slap out a few more times.

Then, the old man pinched his fingers with one hand, and streams of water appeared, turning into countless slender water arrows, shooting towards Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng's figure was graceful, and he swung his sword to cut out sword energy, shattering the water arrows.

Some water arrows flew past and hit the stone wall directly, leaving behind deep and thin holes.

It can be seen that its force is as great as that of an arrow shot from an iron crossbow or a heavy bow.

"go with!"

The old man roared again, and half of the shell behind him flew up, spinning and slashing towards Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng jumped up lightly and slashed with his sword.

When it hit the shell, there was a flash of lightning and a sound of metal and stone.

The shell quickly changed direction again and attacked Lu Zheng.

Lu Zheng clenched his fist, condensing his righteous energy into his fist, and punched the shell.

Lu Zheng only felt that his fist had hit an iron wall.

The shell flew back a distance, and its golden luster dimmed a little.

The old man in white had a slightly solemn expression. He had lived here for a long time, but he never thought that such a tough guy would come today.

Another thought came to his mind, and another shell flew out from under him.

The two shells are hard in texture and have extremely sharp edges. They are magical tools that he refined using his own body shell.

In the old man's opinion, it is not an exaggeration to call this shell a divine artifact.

I saw two shells coming in a double-team.

Lu Zheng raised his hand and took the Taishi bamboo slip. Suddenly, a light flashed. Two powerful righteous energies flew out from the bamboo slip and bombarded the two large shells.

Then, Lu Zheng stabbed the old man with his sword.

The old man floated into the air, and a wall of water appeared in front of him to resist Lu Zheng.

Immediately afterwards, the two large shells also flew back quickly and directly protected the old man.

At the same time, water flowed towards Lu Zheng from all directions.

Although he has lived in seclusion in the mountains for a long time, he has not often fought with anyone.

But the old man has been practicing various techniques for many years, and he is very adept at performing them, with quite methodical moves.

Lu Zheng only took a few steps when he felt the underground water pulling him.

Although the force was not great, it still hindered his movements to a certain extent.

"ice!"

The old man was calm and composed, and released a golden aura.

Suddenly, the temperature of the entire cave dropped sharply, and even the water mist condensed into ice and fell.

Lu Zheng took a sudden step to steady his body and avoid slipping on the smooth ice.

As he made up his mind, a sun emerged.

Suddenly, the scorching light filled the entire space.

The ice in the cave melted into water, evaporating into mist.

The old man's face changed slightly. He felt his skin burning and quickly used shells to block the light.

Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows. This monster walked on the path of the gods and was protected by divine power. Even the light of the sun could not make it self-ignite like other monsters.

But it’s better this way. Lu Zheng was worried that the other party would spontaneously combust, so he also reduced the power of the Sun.

After all, he still had some things to ask the other party.

If he killed him directly, he wouldn't be able to find anyone to question.

Lu Zhengyi's Taishi Jian shines again.

A big word "wind" emerged.

As soon as Lu Zheng had a thought, a strong wind blew.

The water mist that originally covered the cave was suddenly blown away by the strong wind and disappeared.

The whole space became extremely dry.

If the old man wanted to continue casting some water spells, he would probably have to put in more effort.

The old man saw that Lu Zheng had many tricks up his sleeve, and his expression suddenly changed. He realized that this man was quite capable.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he directly controlled the shell, wanting to fly away from here.

Lu Zheng had been observing the old man's actions and noticed his unusual movements.

He raised his hand and a palm-sized mountain flew out at high speed.

Even though the old man practiced Shinto power, he still felt a huge force suppressing him.

The shell that was carrying him flying suddenly slowed down and seemed to be falling.

The old man was shocked in his heart, but appeared calm on the surface, and quickly cast a spell to control the shell.

Lu Zheng took another step closer, and the small mountain released strands of suppressive power, which suddenly enveloped the old man.

"Damn it!"

The old man cursed inwardly.

He simply closed the shell tightly and protected himself inside.

Then, the old man rode the shell and rushed around, trying to break free from the suppression.

However, the mountain's suppressive power was so strong that he could not escape for a while.

The old man felt like he was carrying a heavy turtle shell, moving slowly and with difficulty.

Seeing this, the old man stopped casting the spell, saving his energy and waiting for the opportunity.

He still didn't believe that Lu Zheng had so much magical power that he could suppress him all the time.

As long as the opponent's strength is exhausted, he can escape.

Lu Zheng looked at the tightly closed big shell, and the long sword in his hand burst out with sword energy, slashing at the shell fiercely.

The sword was powerful, but it only left a shallow white mark on the shell.

He was using the third-level weapon he had just obtained, but it couldn't break the defense. This shows how hard the shell is.

The old man lay in the shell, still very calm.

He said slowly, "I have lived for a hundred years, and this shell has been with me for a hundred years as well. I have already refined it into a weapon. If you think you can break it with a sword, forget it..."

"I will not bother with you about what happened today. Why don't you leave quickly? Do you really want to fight me to the death?"

The old man saw that Lu Zheng was quite capable, and he didn't want to fight to the death with others and waste his hard-earned divine power.

In all things, harmony is the most important thing.

"Have you seen the pearls in my mansion? They are all spiritual beads. You can use them for cultivation, or exchange them for gold, silver, and money... As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting. Why force it?"

Lu Zheng was unmoved. He roughly understood where the Qingyi people got their money. He was afraid that it was given by this old man.

Using money and property to deceive people and collect incense and spiritual power is a common method used by wild gods.

Lu Zheng put away his sword. Using such a weapon to break shells would be a waste of equipment.

He just waved his hand and held a heavy iron hoe in his hand.

Lu Zheng raised his hoe and swung it, smashing it hard against the shell, sending sparks flying everywhere.

He kept moving, and while the mountain's suppressing force was still there, he swung the hoe, leaving an afterimage.

Each blow was powerful and heavy, with a force of a thousand pounds.

The old man was inside the shell, his body shaking with the attack and his ears buzzing.

"Click..."

An imperceptible sound was heard, and a hairline-thin crack appeared on the white, hard shell.

(End of this chapter)