Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 64 The Difference Between Eastern and Western Gods
This sentence seemed to bring back some bad memories for Yin Xiao, and she snorted coldly: "Boring."

Then it flew away and disappeared.

Feng Xiuhu remembered Miao Gensheng saying that the Owl People were called "people" because they surrendered early. So, did that mean that Yin Owl was betrayed by her believers?
So he asked Eclipse, "The primordial god worshipped by Yin Xiao and the Linyin tribe, Qicai Lin and the mermaids, and Xianglu, are the followers of each primordial god a different tribe?"

Eclipse shook his head and said, "This kind of companionship is actually rare. You don't need to know about it for now. Let's get down to business first."

Feng Xiuhu had his own thoughts and secretly complained that Shi had too many secrets. Whenever it came to an important moment, he deliberately avoided the topic.

But Feng Xiuhu also had some speculations in his mind - the Yin Owl is known as the incarnation of the night, and the Linyin tribe is energetic at night; the power of the seven-colored scales is related to the waves, and the mermaids are a tribe living in the sea; the fragrant deer has horns on its head and looks like a deer, and was originally called the Mountain Spirit Tribe, so the primitive god behind them must also be related to the mountains.

The characteristics of these ethnic groups all have something in common with the primitive gods they believe in. When we think about what Eclipse once said about the primitive gods being the embodiment of various rules, do these ethnic groups also have an inexplicable connection with the rules?
The sound of erosion interrupted Feng Xiuhu's thoughts.

"I was just talking about the Eastern God. In order to achieve immortality, the Eastern God only holds a single but complete authority. It is precisely because of this reason that the current situation has gradually formed."

"Xi Jun, Goddess of Wind and Rain, Samsara Heaven, Bodhisattva of Childbirth, Fairy of Marriage, Barefoot Prince, and so on and so forth. There are so many Eastern gods, big and small, strong and weak, that they are almost impossible to count."

"Western gods are completely different."

"The Western pantheon consists of only a few main gods—there used to be five, but now there's one more."

"Under the command of these main gods, countless subordinate gods and angels guard their thrones."

"Just like cutting a cake, the Lord God divides the authority into many parts, controls the vast majority himself, and then distributes the rest to the subordinate gods, thus achieving absolute control over power and rules."

Shi stretched out a finger, with mist lingering at the tip of his finger.

"It is precisely because they failed to grasp the complete authority in their own hands that after dividing the authority into many parts, it is difficult to detect if a little bit is lost."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly understood.

Eclipse continued, "But whether it's a temple or a church, they're all the same."

"They select talented individuals from among the deacons and celebrants, teach them modified techniques, and guide them into initiation. When they reach a certain level of cultivation, they encounter their first bottleneck, officially entering the spiritual realm—also known as the spiritual awakening stage in the church system."

"When humans still believed in the primitive gods, entering the spiritual realm required undergoing rituals to achieve further resonance with the rules. But the new gods have tampered with this process, replacing it with a requirement to prove faith. You can understand it as a kind of interaction between the practitioner and the rules. After the new gods gained authority, they replaced the 'rules' in this interaction. Only those who are sufficiently devout can gain the recognition of the 'rules'."

Feng Xiuhu held his chin in his hand, thoughtfully saying, "Actually, I think the God of Mist is pretty good. If it weren't for him protecting me, I would have been screwed many times."

Eclipse said angrily, "Your actions are at best profitable. Do you know what piety means? Can you dedicate yourself to the God of Mist anytime, anywhere?"

I really don't want to.

Feng Xiuhu curled his lips. "Then what do you say we should do? When Konate Chen enlightens me and verifies my faith, and discovers I'm actually a traitor, won't he chop me up on the spot?"

Eclipse narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Don't worry, although we don't have much power in the Mist, it's more than enough to fool these inexperienced priests - we can use a trick of blinding the eyes and stealing the day."

……

Feng Xiuhu stretched, sat up from the bed and began to feel distressed.

I slept well and long enough - when I opened my eyes it was already dawn the next day.

Later in the dream, he and Eclipse chatted about some unimportant things.

For example, he clearly had no magical powers, so how did he mobilize the fog to tear apart Chu Wenti's protective wind?

The reason was the pendant Mike threw to him.

The pendant was a magical weapon, and the magical weapon itself had magical power attached to it. At that time, Shi was hiding in Feng Xiuhu's body and did not dare to show up. He used the magical power on the pendant to pry open the power of authority.

When they talked about magical instruments, the topic naturally turned to this aspect.

Eclipse said that magic tools were made by practitioners and were not uncommon, but there was also something called a divine tool.

Unfortunately, there was not enough time. Before Eclipse could explain in detail, Feng Xiuhu woke up. It was precisely because of this that he felt distressed.

I feel bad for that knife.

Xiaodao was considered a veteran who had fought with him all over the world, but he didn't expect that he would die that night.

Although he had expected that the thing that Luo Mengzhang casually gave to He Dage should not be a rare item, he did not expect that it could not even compete with the standard magic weapon of the cultivators.

Fortunately, it was not a complete loss. Feng Xiuhu still kept the hand axe and it was not confiscated.

After going out to the main hall, the housekeeper asked someone to bring the food.

Feng Xiuhu ate slowly, still digesting the new knowledge he had learned last night.

After a while, Shunzi also got up, sat down next to Feng Xiuhu, and drank porridge from a bowl.

"Where's the thin waist?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Shunzi finished the bowl in two or three gulps, wiped his mouth and replied, "I haven't woken up yet."

"You scratched your clothes a few times when you were climbing the wall yesterday. She noticed it and found needle and thread to mend it for you that night, so she stayed up late."

Feng Xiuhu nodded and stopped asking questions, thinking about preparing a few more sets of clothes.

Shunzi poured himself another bowl of porridge and suddenly remembered something: "Master Mike came yesterday and said he wanted to see you, but since you were sleeping soundly, he didn't disturb you."

Feng Xiuhu said dissatisfiedly: "What kind of master is he? Did he say anything?"

Shunzi shook his head: "No."

Feng Xiuhu waved to the housekeeper and asked him to tell Ermazi to call Mike over.

The meal was eaten at a leisurely pace. Afterwards, the cook came out to clear the table and the housekeeper made a pot of tea for Feng Xiuhu.

While they were drinking, Ermazi brought Mike over.

"So fast?"

Feng Xiuhu greeted Mike.

Mike casually returned the greeting: "I came here by rickshaw."

After the experience of the previous night, their relationship became closer.

In a small sense, Feng Xiuhu and Mike have fought side by side; in a big sense, Feng Xiuhu can be considered Mike's savior.

Mike sat down and Feng Xiuhu poured him a cup of tea. "Did the higher-ups come to a conclusion?"

This was the only important thing Feng Xiuhu could think of that could make Mike rush over in such a hurry.

"There are results."

Mike nodded in response, picked up the cup and moistened his lips.

“The church has benefited greatly.”

　Please recommend some books, sir.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)