I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 182: Queen Helaka gives you a thumbs up!
As the most remarkable witch doctor in the area, Old John is very brave.

In the autumn, ordinary villagers would secretly run to the fields near the town to steal wheat straw or something, but no one dared to enter the town.

After all, this town had long been reduced to ruins, and there wasn't anything valuable there. Even if they came to steal straw, it grew in the fields, so it couldn't have appeared out of thin air in the town, right?
In addition, this abandoned town is very strange and full of dilapidated buildings. So Old John is the only one who dares to wander around in this abandoned town.

But he hadn't dared to enter the church for a long time because the dilapidated church was about to collapse.

Moreover, this church was a bit strange. Every time he entered, he could vaguely hear someone calling his name.

So he didn't dare to come.

When he came in today, he was so scared that he almost peed himself.

The church was scattered about, filled with all kinds of messy benches, all painted and covered with various spells.

Hundreds of rune chains of various sizes were scattered throughout the hall.

It seems that the angels are here to suppress the evil spirits!
When he entered the door, Old John felt that there must be something evil here.

But just now, when he and Master Roland looked around, they found that there was nothing here. It was deadly silent.

Every step you take, you can hear the echo of footsteps coming from afar.

Finally, Master Roland said there was someone here.

Then he ran to the mirror and asked himself what his name was.

"Roland!"

Old John shouted, and young Master Roland looked over here and made a gesture.

Old John breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the gesture.

This was a code word they had agreed upon. If they noticed something was amiss with one of them, or suspected they had lost their name, they would immediately call out the other's name.

As long as the person being called reaches out to catch the name, and then shouts his or her own name in his or her heart, the name will come back.

Old John is now very concerned about Roland's mental condition.

Sometimes some villagers would mistakenly come here in the fog and go crazy when they come back.

He asked with concern, "Master, are you okay?"

Roland waved and said, "I'm fine."

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to the bottom of the statue in the empty hall.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the messy seats in the audience, the curtains covered with red spells, and the chains engraved with runes.

He said: "I am the lord sent by your God, His Paladin."

"Huh? Death Knight? Shepherd?"

He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He suddenly pointed at the mirror in the center of the dilapidated church and said, "Good eyesight!"

He asked again: "Your name is Roland, right?"

"Huh? Why aren't you calling me Roland again?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter."

He no longer paid attention to the mirror and looked at the air below the stage.

He said, "It doesn't matter. If some of you believe in Heraclea, that would be great."

Old John was stunned.

Helaka. Isn't that the evil god worshipped by the Twilight Cultists?

"Whether you call me Lord or Shepherd, from today on, you must remember one thing: I am the Lord appointed by your gods, and I am your shepherd. You are all my sheep, and my words are oracles."

In this empty hall, Lord Roland began his first day of preaching in office.

The howling wind blew through the tattered glazed windows and poured into the hall.

In this silent church, the sound of the wind and Roland's sermon echoed endlessly.

The lord was giving a passionate speech, but the audience was tattered and empty.

The only one left, Old John, had already peed all over the floor.

[Roland's mysterious operation +1]

At this moment, the door behind Old John was opened.

The merchant walked in with a few mercenaries, smiling, "We were worried about you two, so we came to check on you."

Bitter!

Old John was groaning in his heart. Seeing that Master Roland was going crazy, this group of people came in.

How could such a good person suddenly go crazy?
Could it be that Young Master Roland was deliberately using this method to lure these powerful enemies in?

This group of slave traders had obviously been watching the excitement outside for a long time.

Roland was still giving a speech to the rags, spell curtain, and chains below.

He said, “I don’t care if you are from this territory or not, but I have no one here, and I need people, especially this church, which needs someone to maintain it and also needs people to renovate it.

I will write a letter to the surrounding lords, telling them to release the people.

Those who wish to settle here will receive a settlement fee of 20 silver deer each."

Hearing this, Old John felt very bad.

The burly businessman said with a smile, "Our Lord Roland is very rich."

Bitter! Bitter!
Old John only hoped that young Master Roland didn't have much money in his pocket, otherwise even if he was a lord, these desperate criminals would probably have to do this business with their lives on the line.

With a clattering sound, Master Roland took out handfuls of silver coins from his bag.

The dazzling silver deer, with its sweet voice, fell into the dilapidated church from the sunlight.

Then, amidst the mess, an even more pleasant sound was produced.

The slave traders' eyes popped out.

How could such a small bag hold so much money?!
After watching for a while, everyone understood everything.

The slave traders exclaimed in shock: "A treasure bag! It's the legendary treasure bag filled with endless wealth!"

They trembled all over, looked at each other, and then drew daggers, knives, and axes.

Two men held down Old John.

Looking at the dagger that was shining coldly, Old John let out a fart that was mixed with shit.

The two men laughed sinisterly and said, "Don't worry, we won't kill you. We still need you to lead the way, right?"

The two men pinned down Old John and tied him up, while the others walked towards Roland with red eyes.

A silver coin rolled to the feet of the merchant leader. He bent down to pick it up and bit it with his teeth, greed in his eyes.

This is real! Real silver coins!
There was a sound of a bench moving behind Zhiga.

The merchant leader looked back and saw that his men were greedily picking up money and accidentally bumped into a bench. He couldn't help but curse: "Idiots! Stop picking up money and hurry up!"

He was afraid that he couldn't deal with the madman alone.

As soon as he finished speaking, there were suddenly bursts of creaking sounds around him.

Everyone looked up and saw a few broken benches in the distance, which seemed to have been hit by something and moved to the side inexplicably.

Suddenly, in the empty hall that was leaking air everywhere, the benches in the entire hall began to move chaotically, and the dense noise of the benches moving resounded throughout the silent hall.

In this deserted hall, it was as if hundreds of people were scrambling for silver coins, accidentally knocking over benches.

Crash~~The door was suddenly blown open by the strong wind!
The curtains covered with incantations rattled in the strong wind, and the people on the altar threw silver coins wildly amidst their maniacal laughter. The benches under the altar were overturned one by one. "Come on, come on! Let's share the money!"

In this dilapidated hall, countless people were scrambling for the money!
"The money, the money is gone, all that money is gone!"

A slave trader fell to the ground. He pointed in horror at the silver coins falling from the air and found that many of them disappeared before they even hit the ground.

The remaining silver coins rolled on the ground for only two or three seconds before disappearing.

A slave trader looked in horror at the door that kept opening and closing in the wind, and suddenly realized a problem.

The 'people' nearby all rushed in to grab the money!
"Something's wrong, something's wrong here! Boss, let's go, let's go! Look at those spells and chains!"

The slave traders finally remembered the tattered curtains and rusty chains painted with red spells.

He shook the boss hard, but found that the boss's body was extremely light.

He looked down and dropped the lifelike 'person' in horror.

It looks exactly like its boss, but the nose and eyes are painted on!
It was a beautifully woven scarecrow!
It was wearing the boss's clothes, with rough lines outlining its facial features.

Its hands were still moving, slowly twisting in a strange way.

When the five fingers were broken one by one, a silver coin fell down and then disappeared in mid-air.

The slave trader suddenly found that his hands were a little wet, as if an invisible red pen was drawing a bloody pattern on his palm.

He looked at his palm, then at the scarecrow at his feet, and saw a pattern of blood flowing down the scarecrow's chest.

The picture was already all over the floor.

Looking closely, there was a handful of straw stuck in the scarecrow's chest. The straw went diagonally from its abdomen into the heart in its chest cavity.

That silver coin and that bunch of grass cost him his life!
The chaotic hall suddenly became quiet.

The madman on the altar put away his purse and glanced at the mirror below with disdain.

He looked his reflection in the mirror up and down.

He said to himself:
"Are you worthy?"

"Twenty silver deer? Are you worth that much?"

"Haha, yes, I promised. I have plenty of money too!"

"But what did you do?"

"Why do you get something for nothing?!"

He strode down the stairs, and the messy seats around him made way for him.

He spoke to the air behind him:
"Who knows what Lady Helaka looks like?"

"invisible?"

"Bullshit! All the gods in this world are transformed from humans, and they all have physical forms!"

"What? Ben is God? So, he is invisible?"

"Think! Then think about it for me!"

The madman pointed to the statue in the church and said, "Imagine for me what the goddess Heraclea looks like in human form!"

He looked at himself in the mirror again: "What are you still standing there for? Move!"

A strong wind brought rain and snow into the church.

The sleet and snow rushed towards the statue of the Pale Moon God in the strong wind, covering the statue with layers of ice and snow.

Gradually, a lifelike human-shaped 'statue' appeared on the altar.

That too was a scarecrow.

But He has all His facial features intact.

He is sacred and solemn, compassionate and merciful, like a female Bodhisattva, sitting upright on the altar.

He has six arms, each as long as a leg.

The disproportionate length makes it look like it has eight legs.

These eight legs are hugging forward, as if embracing the confused souls and giving them a warm embrace.

There is a huge halo behind Him.

The circle of light continued to spread radially across the wall, gradually becoming larger than his entire body and slowly occupying most of the wall behind him.

Then, many regular stripes slowly appeared on the sacred circle of light.
Suddenly, the few surviving slave traders, Old John and others felt a tingling sensation on their scalps and recognized what the light circle was.

That thing on the wall is not some sacred halo at all!
That's a spider web!

It's a huge spider web!

The holy goddess was stuck on the spider web, looking ferociously at her eight 'long legs' with fingers stretched out in front of her.

And on His sacred face, there are twelve pairs of scarlet eyes.

This is not a good god who controls the order of the Styx, but an evil god!

Young Lord Roland wants a human form.

So there are fingers on the eight legs of the goddess Helaka.

The five fingers on each hand were initially clenched into fists. However, as a "slightly bewildered" gaze swept across the distant sky for a long time, some of the fingers began to rise from their fists.

These hand gestures represent various seals in theology, among which the five hand seals symbolize 'universal illumination', 'protection', 'guidance', 'death', and 'reincarnation'.

The other three handprints are very strange. The thumb, index finger, and pinky finger are standing upright separately.

In folk culture, this gesture means "approval".

It also represents a number: 6.

Replacing the statue of the White Queen, who guarded the East, with the statue of the evil god that everyone shunned was a truly impressive move.

But, three 6s added together is the devil's number!
I don’t know what the mysterious goddess Heraka meant today, but she did look over here.

After seeing Roland's mysterious actions in the hall today, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Then, He corrected the mistake made by the 'sculptor', and formed the five fists into five seals. He then used the other three hands to make the sign of three sixes.

Young Master Roland didn't notice the changes in the statue behind him.

He thought there was really someone in the hall, talking big with his back to the statue.

He finally declared to the empty hall:

"From now on, this is the City God Temple of Straw Town!"

"And I am your King Yama!"

Old John burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and shouting, "Master Roland, please stop being crazy! Look back! Queen Helaka is giving you a thumbs-up!"

[Empress Helaka's 666+1]

[Straw Palace. Yama Title +1]

[Title Rank: King]

[Location of fief: 'Styx River, Kaoshantun River Mouth']

【Total area: two mu.】

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