Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 117 The Arrival and Dialogue of the Immortal God
Cangwu tree, outside the temple.

The gates of the Temple of Immortality have welcomed far too many guests.

Historically, the gods of water and fire once knelt outside the tree.

The two giants peered through the temple gates, asking the deity to remain for judgment.

Elephants, birds without feet, and even waves of enemies who were once the scourge of wisdom have all approached or entered this place.

"I am willing to serve the gods."

Zhang Baixin, a frail and withered old man, knelt tremblingly at the entrance of the Temple of Longevity.

The news reached the ears of Rehe Heavy Industry's top management almost instantly.

As one of the few research geniuses in Rehe Heavy Industry in the past century, the other party has already been given sufficient benefits and treatment.

"Who, who spread the rumor?"

An angry voice rang out from among the senior executives of Rehe Heavy Industry.

"It's widely rumored that he only lived to be a little over 100 years old."

"But what they don't know is that reality is reality, and books are books. In the book, he has lived steadily for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Is that considered a short life?"

Looking at the scene in the camera, Reji stood with his hands clasped and said, "Times have changed. Who takes real lifespan as their actual lifespan? His life has been exciting enough."

The spiritual world depicted in books may have existed for decades, but the actual lifespan of the soul will not actually be reduced by several decades proportionally.

and so.

Living in the [Large Sea of ​​Consciousness], residing in this super-large [Brain], and enjoying the spiritual world is an absolute steal.

It's likely that an online troll army is smearing Rehe Heavy Industry.

The masterminds behind this are none other than a few other companies.

Recently, with the addition of Angel King, Rehe Heavy Industry's ranking has improved by several places, and they have started to be targeted.

Various scandals continue to emerge.

"Let him plead for a while." At this moment, an elderly scholar also spoke up. Zhang Baixin was obviously an old friend of his, and he also wanted to see if it would be of any use.

"Beg?! You think I don't want him to beg? You want to see if the gods can save him, or if they will even save him? Do you think I wouldn't want to see? Would I be heartless?"

Hot Carp paced back and forth, its face full of anger.
"The key point is that Zhang Baixin is a dishonest guy! This time he left himself open to gossip and gave us leverage against him."

“Those who don’t understand outside all think we’re being harsh on our good subordinate.”

"Tell me, if things don't work out, kneeling at the door for three days and three nights until you die, wouldn't that defile the gods' home and leave a bad impression on them?"

“If we drive him away now and let him die out there, it will be easier for us to be seen as heartless. We can ignore our reputation among the people, but now that an ancient god has appeared, we have to pay attention to our image.”

"But if we just let him kneel like that, and if the God of Immortality hears the discussions of those haters and actually comes to save him, wouldn't that indirectly confirm that our Rehe Heavy Industry is stingy and leave a bad impression?"

Hot Carp took a deep breath, his eyes sharp and ruthless, revealing a calculating nature.
"The will of God is unfathomable. We must eliminate any possibility, however slight, that might leave a bad impression."

The elderly man next to him, though not politically savvy, also realized what was happening.

Zhang Baixin did indeed make mistakes.

No matter how Rehe Heavy Industry reacts or responds to what he does, it will never be able to handle it perfectly.

Everyone wants to test the waters.

But it cannot be done by Rehe Heavy Industry.

A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall; it is best to leave the testing to other forces.

They currently have no idea of ​​the extent of the immortal deity's power or its true nature, and they don't even care whether the deity is real or fake, or even if it's just an empty shell.
The best approach right now is to make friends!

"Now," the old man couldn't help but say.

"Hmph! Since things have come to this, let's not care anymore. Let him kneel there to his death!"

Hot Carp snorted angrily.

According to the information they gathered, this immortal deity was quite willful and unscrupulous, yet acted with an upright and honorable style.

Who knows, if he's in a good mood lately, he might actually come.

Now that things have come to this point, we can only wait and see.

At this moment, the hot carp beside them also appeared in a phantom form, jokingly saying:

"Don't worry, don't worry. Those guys upstairs, after reading through the historical eras of ancient creation myths, had a burst of inspiration and recently completed the perfection of their fifth-tier mecha. It's already a true fifth-tier mecha!"

"Moreover, it is at the level of the fifth rank perfection."

Those few beings possessing deterrent-level weapons are not stagnant in their cultivation level.

The fifth level requires the merging of a saint's body and a saint's brain.

Due to the imperfections of the exclusive mecha saint body, they would not reside in this mecha body for a long time.

But that doesn't mean they won't continue to cultivate their realm.

Their cultivation level, once they put on the body armor, immediately restored their true combat power, reaching the peak of the fifth rank.

Therefore, with the suppression-level mecha weapons, the top ten companies are the pinnacle of this world.

Other forces were labeled as demonic cults and evil sects, and were sent around like rats in the street, such as the "Yellow Book" faction that was quite active recently.

"You're just making sarcastic remarks."

Hot Carp looked at Hot Carp, the bitch who was targeting him, and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Re Li naturally wouldn't say that she secretly instigated it, and asked, "You say that the immortal god has heaven-reaching divine power and unfathomable depths, can he save this old man?"

"do not know."

Hot Carp looked at the camera and said in a deep voice:

"After all, the later records are from the mythological era of God, and the potential of the 'Myth of God' seems even more outrageous than the 'Myth of Elephant Mo'."
This immortal god has lived through countless eras, and no one knows just how powerful he is.

During the intervals of their conversation, projections of Rehe City's high-ranking officials quickly arrived.

They sat in their seats, whispering amongst themselves, watching the old man kneeling in the video.

But just then.

They could vaguely hear footsteps walking on the trees.

The voice was faint, yet it struck their hearts with a resounding thud.

They've arrived?
On the board seat, an idea suddenly popped into their minds, prompting them to activate various monitoring devices.

The mind scanner cannot detect it!
Previously, they could only locate each other using the most basic and rudimentary infrared scanning and optical imaging. But now, neither of those scans can find them.

After all, even the most ordinary mind master, who has cultivated the art of light refraction, can withstand the tracking of thermal imaging and optical imaging.

With telekinetic scanning, optical imaging, and infrared scanning, modern technology was simply unable to capture the other party's true form; all that could be heard was a clear, cold voice.

"Is that you looking for me?"

In a daze, a phantom finally appeared on the circular staircase in the tree.

Tapping.

He walked out step by step, his long hair flowing over his shoulders, his face handsome, his eyes shining with a blue light, with various elements of Yin and Yang divine power floating in them, exuding an unfathomable mystery.

"Oh my God, look what I've discovered! How can the immortal deity even know the sacred body techniques of God! There's a five-colored halo surrounding it, shrouded in mystery."

Hot Carp, of course, knew about the news of the establishment of the Heavenly Kingdom that had just been sent back, and exclaimed loudly, "Indeed, behind the Holy Body of God is the help of the immortal deity! If any fool doubts the foundation of the immortal deity, I will kick his ass hard with my boots, I swear."

"Tsk tsk, you damn bitch, can you stop pretending to be a Western believer in God and stop speaking with that damned translator's tone?" Hot Carp stroked his chin.

"However, he truly deserves to be the powerful person who made me work as Xiaoli's companion. An immortal deity, who can live forever, must prioritize survival. If he doesn't show himself, who in this world can find him?"

The two women were mocking each other, but the saints around them stared wide-eyed, as if they were seeing another God himself.

Even Li Ru thought that these scientists, upon witnessing this scene, were inwardly screaming:
"Wrong, wrong! The mysteries in reality are completely different from the 'Myth of God' books we created before! The mystical technologies we've been researching are probably unusable!"

"Mysterious, inexplicable!"

"No, only now that the mystery is truly before our eyes can we decipher it!"

Some scientists' hearts pounded wildly; they felt as if they had glimpsed the truth, and were filled with a sense of urgency, as if they could die content if they heard the truth in the morning.

I really want to study it.

The mystery excited them immensely.

"You come with me."

The immortal deity pushed open the temple doors and entered as the master of the Cangwu tree. He sat quietly on the flower throne in the center of the temple, as relaxed and natural as if he had truly returned to his home.

"Yes."

Zhang Baixin entered the temple with each step and each kowtow, kowtowing loudly until blood flowed from his forehead.

He went to the center of the temple, knelt down, and pleaded with utmost devotion: "God, I want to live!"

Straight to the point, without any lies or excuses.

He knew that no matter what ridiculous excuse he gave, he could not fool this ancient god who had lived for countless years.

On the divine throne, the immortal deity dimmed the light emanating from his body and slowly opened his eyes: "In this world, everyone wants to live, from the lowest ants and insects to the highest emperors. There are just too many of them."

The deity possessed a solemn aura, and though his voice was not loud, it was like rolling thunder.

Zhang Baixin didn't want to get involved in the affairs of Rehe Heavy Industry outside. He was about to die; how could he care about so much? He lowered his head and said:

"Throughout my life, I have accumulated good deeds and founded Qingdeng Welfare Lottery. I have lived a life without shame before anyone."
I have taken a small step forward in the civilization of this era.

Even if the trials of the gods descend in the future, I have made some contributions to the fight against the divine calamity in this era, giving the people of this age more hope to survive!
I am consistent in word and deed, and one of the few truly virtuous people in the world. I consider myself not as pure as the ancient butterfly clan, but not far off.

The immortal deity narrowed his eyes and said softly, "You're not modest at all."

"A good person should openly and honestly say that he or she is a good person."

Zhang Baixin lowered his head and said honestly:

“Every era has its own laws of goodness. This is not the era of the butterfly race, where butterflies are simply kind and fly towards the fire, nor is it the era of Confucian scholars thousands of years ago.”

"The era of doing good deeds anonymously is over, just like the era of the Butterfly Clan."

"In this era, goodness can only be achieved by mixing it with calculation and ruthlessness, just like I have done, so that good people can reach the other side."

"Since I am doing good, I should announce it instead of hiding it. I should use good as a tool to make money, to make more money, and to help more people!"

He repeatedly recounted his life story, highlighting his value and contributions to the era.

"Goodness is not pedantry, but the goodness of a young man who, after venturing out into the world and witnessing all the evils of the world, still cherishes kindness and tries his best to save some people with his own methods."

Zhang Baixin said loudly that he had lived a life without regrets.

If someone else were in his position and developed this lottery technology, they would make customers spend hundreds of dollars on every Qingdeng Fucai ticket they buy.

Even if it costs money, poor people will still choose to buy, hoping to win a big prize.

But when other customers come to buy lottery tickets from his shop, he has to pay each customer an extra 10,000 yuan as a "nutritional fee"!

and so.

His lottery winnings barely make any money.

On the contrary, it is a boon to the times and can even promote childbirth.

His act of kindness also benefited the greedy higher-ups, so they didn't bother with him.

Zhang Baixin subsidized each client and, in addition, developed various fertility research projects in an attempt to increase the probability of a saint being born.

He actually didn't have much money on hand at all.

Previously, at Rehe No. 1 High School, most of the money had been donated to the students.

The immortal deity showed a thoughtful expression, "Your life has been quite interesting, unconventional, which has really piqued my interest."

"Please save me." Zhang Baixin kept kowtowing, blood seeping from his forehead.

"You're quite afraid of death," the immortal deity said softly.

“Good people are still people, and I’m afraid of dying too,” Zhang Baixin answered honestly.

Liu Jun suddenly laughed:

"Do you really think I can save you? Your soul is withered, your true self is decaying, just like a hollow, rotten piece of wood that is about to die, full of holes. No matter how much energy you add, it will leak out."

“You are unfathomable, you can save me,” Zhang Baixin said firmly.

There were no surveillance cameras inside the temple.

But a group of scientists who were conducting research in the Cangwu tree heard the news and rushed over. They eavesdropped at the doorway at the top of the tree and muttered under their breath, "That old bastard Zhang Baixin, he's really shameless when it comes to surviving!"

How can a person be so shameless?

But the next moment, the immortal god said, "You only have three days left to live, and you can no longer survive by conventional means. So, I will let you stop at this moment and live for another half a lifetime."

"Thank you, thank you so much." Upon hearing this, Zhang Baixin, who was already on the verge of dying of old age, almost fainted from joy.

(End of this chapter)