Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 170 The Great Black Heavenly Mother, the Holy Cult of Furang

So Chen Shunan kept moving, and the Heart-Piercing Nail flew out again.

He moved back and forth among the headless corpse and skull of Qu Jiu lying on the ground, destroying the evidence and leaving only a pile of fine powder.

The nail, as if drunk, swayed unsteadily, its tip emitting a chilling crimson glow.

Chen Shunan waved his hand and pulled him back again.

Chen Shunan was naturally very envious of the method of repairing the heart-piercing nail that Owl Lao San had mentioned.

But he was a little scared.

Chen Shunan has never hesitated to assume the worst about others.

What if this third owl has some hidden trump card, or he might take advantage of Chen Shunan's greed to set a trap for him...?

That's too dangerous.

The third owl has no choice but to die.

"Thank you so much for saving me, senior!"

Seeing Chen Shunan's ruthless decisiveness, from chatting and laughing with Owl Lao San one moment to striking with deadly force the next.

Zhu the butcher hurriedly put away his steel knife, bowed deeply, and his voice was filled with undisguised shock.

He has been traveling the world for decades, and now he sells pork at Caishikou, working as a butcher, and has seen all sorts of people.

But this was the first time I had ever had a real, close encounter with a master who had slain five thieves.

Those who achieve first come first.

Looking at the figure in front of him who was about to reach the peak of martial arts and was not far from the Grandmaster realm.

While shocked, Butcher Zhu also felt incredibly excited.

That was the vision of seeing the martial arts he cultivated and the skills he honed day and night, which he realized could possess such power.

I feel admiration for the sages who braved hardships and pursued knowledge with unwavering determination.

A pure heart of martial arts!

Why do you follow Zhao Guanghui?

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice rang in Zhu the butcher's ear.

Sensing the ill intent in Chen Shunan's words, Butcher Zhu immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

I have a vague feeling that if I don't speak well, I will end up like the third owl.

"I owed Guanghui Bank a lot of money to forge this steel knife... I had no choice but to sell myself to pay off the debt, and served under Zhao Guanghui for six years."

Chen Shunan nodded slightly, one hand in front and the other behind his back, and said calmly,
"Do you have any wishes?"

desire?

Butcher Zhu looked suspicious, paused for a moment, and then said...

“Replying to the senior, this junior is a disciple of the Holy Teachings of Furang. All my wishes are offered to the Great Black Mother, and I dare not make any private requests.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "The Great Black Heavenly Mother?"

He suddenly remembered the large black pig that He Qiqiang had worshipped when he was a boy.

Do the two correspond to the same deity?
Butcher Zhu began to speak slowly.

It turns out that the Great Black Mother is actually the sole deity of a sect called the 'Fu Rang Holy Sect'.

It is said that this Mahakala attained enlightenment a thousand years ago and was born in the area of ​​the White Mountains and Black Waters.

At that time, the Changbai Holy Dynasty had not yet been established.

The people suffered, the land was barren, and countless nations fought endlessly.

Mahakala, feeling the suffering of all living beings from famine, tore her own body apart. Her flesh and blood transformed into fertile fields, her mane into grains, and her spine rose to become Changbai Mountain. A wisp of her innate, indestructible spiritual consciousness transformed into a giant black boar that roamed the earth.

It uses its nose to break open the hardened soil and draw in the underground spring; it uses its hooves to crush stubborn rocks and clear the earth's veins.

Wherever it went, vegetation flourished and medicinal herbs grew naturally, so it was revered as the ancestor of agriculture and the spirit of the earth.

The Baishan people seized the opportunity to enter the Central Plains and vie for the divine weapon.

Therefore, the doctrine of the 'Fu Rang Holy Teaching' is to absorb the turbidity of the world, swallow the suffering of the world, and regard all slander, defamation, and insults as part of spiritual practice.

The followers of the 'Fu Rang Holy Sect' call themselves Ti Shi and practice various methods of physical conditioning.

Chen Shunan's guess was correct. The giant black boar that He Qiqiang worshipped was the "Black Venerable" of the Fu Rang Holy Sect. Legend has it that it was a black giant boar transformed from the immortal consciousness of the Great Black Heavenly Mother, one of tens of thousands of incarnations.

Before each Hoofed is converted to Christianity, a large black boar will come to guide them.

After hearing Zhu the butcher's description, Chen Shunan's expression became somewhat strange.

This Mahakala is really boastful, making it sound as if the entire world was conceived and transformed by her.

Even the establishment of the Changbai Holy Dynasty was inseparable from His help.

Therefore, without exception.

The Fu Rang Holy Sect was deemed a heretical sect and was severely cracked down on by the Changbai Holy Dynasty, which regarded it as a traitorous and bandit group.

In the south, there is a group called the Guolu Society, which does not believe in gods or immortals, but only in themselves. They have developed a secret society called the Gelaohui and are planning a rebellion.

In the north, there is the Furang Holy Sect, which believes in the Great Black Heaven Mother. It absorbs people from all walks of life, including the common folk, and teaches them the methods of physical cultivation. It also aims to shake the foundation of the Changbai Holy Dynasty.

Furthermore, overseas nations, including the Qianning Kingdom, are eyeing the dynasty with covetous intent, aiming to destabilize the Holy Dynasty.

"It's so lively..."

Chen Shunan shook his head.

He felt it necessary to absorb and summarize the experience of sects like the 'Fu Rang Holy Sect' that could survive the attacks and retaliations of the Changbai Holy Dynasty.

Stones from other mountains can attack jade.

He also had to concoct a doctrine that was so divine that it would inspire awe in others.

"Alright, then you can finish this off. After that, leave Wuqing County for the next half month and do not show your face or make any moves, otherwise, Owl Third Brother will suffer the same fate as you."

Chen Shunan has always been magnanimous; even though Butcher Zhu works for Zhao Guanghui, he would not take his life lightly.

Of course, Zhu the Butcher belonged to the Fu Rang Holy Sect and worshipped Mahakala, so he also played a negligible role.

The next instant, Chen Shunan's figure disappeared from the spot.

Moving like a flying immortal, he quickly appeared in many corners of the fish restaurant. Although the fish restaurant was a mess and the crew lived for the moment, Chen Shunan still managed to find seven or eight hundred taels of silver and some valuables there, as it served as their base.

Besides that, there was a considerable amount of Xiangmiaoxinqing ointment, estimated to be four or five loads.

Chen Shunan hesitated for a moment and did not take the silver. Only after confirming that there were no other treasures did he take a few treasure fish and turn to disappear into the darkness.

As night fell, the stench of blood gradually filled the air near the incense hall.

Sensing Chen Shunan's departure, Butcher Zhu's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

Without hesitation, he first went into the incense hall, pulled the still-shaken father and son over, and asked,
"Who were the kidnapped people at the fish farm? Where are they hiding?"

Lu Shaozi seemed to wake from a dream and quickly led the way.

The young man followed silently behind the two, but when they passed the ashes of Owl Lao San, he suddenly stepped forward, prostrated himself on the ground, grabbed a handful of ashes, and threw them up.

They were truly reduced to ashes.

out of the yard.

Several cooks, some leaning and some sitting, smoking their pipes and drinking herbal ointment, were all taken aback when they saw the unfamiliar face of Butcher Zhu.

When did Third Master's tastes become so heavy?

This guy looks like a wild boar spirit that has become a demon, with bristling mane and fan-shaped ears, a thick body and a big belly. How can anyone bring themselves to bite him?
The group of guys couldn't help but laugh and curse, "You son of a bitch, where did you get this from...?"

A cold light suddenly appeared.

The words stopped abruptly.

Several fine heads were tossed into the air.

Zhu the butcher killed people like pigs and dogs; wherever he went, corpses littered the ground.

His knife skills were devoid of any fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power and speed, as precise and efficient as chopping wood or breaking bones.

Cries for mercy, screams of agony, and the sound of weapons breaking rang out one after another, only to quickly fall silent again.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, not a single pot-cooking pot was left standing in the fish restaurant.

Even if someone tried to escape, they were quickly caught up and killed with a single blow!

If we kill all of these bastards, there might be innocent people among them, but if we execute them one by one, there will definitely be some who escape.

Butcher Zhu's selection criteria were very simple.

Anything higher than a wheel deserves to die.

The wheels were still lying upside down on the ground.

Click!

In the dungeon, with a swing of the steel knife and a flash of cold light, a thick iron chain snapped.

Dozens of abducted men and women huddled in the haystack. Seeing Zhu the butcher's face, which was even more wicked than a villain, they trembled with fear and sobbed.

"Those who can move, go on your own. Those with relatives, seek refuge with them; those without, well, good luck to them."

Zhu the butcher's voice was hoarse and had a heavy accent.

The prisoners were stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and, supporting each other, staggered out of the dungeon.

Butcher Zhu divided up the fish farm's assets, scattered his valuables, and dismissed all the cooks, assistants, and helpers.

As for the fragrant and refreshing ointment, he and Lu Shaozi and the others sprinkled it with quicklime and buried it underground.

Finally, Butcher Zhu went into the kitchen and brought out a bucket of smelly lard.

Butcher Zhu poured the entire bucket of oil onto the wooden houses, flagpoles, and the corpses.

He then took out a tinderbox, waved it in the wind, and the orange-red flame danced in his rough palm.

He didn't even look at it, and casually tossed it aside.

"boom--"

The flames ignited upon contact with the oil, instantly transforming into towering flames that greedily devoured everything in the mountain stronghold.

The blazing firelight illuminated half of his face, revealing a stubble beard, a straight nose, a wide mouth, and a fierce, indescribably ugly appearance.

But they have the faces of beasts and the hearts of men.

With a thud, the kiln worker behind him suddenly knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly, his voice pleading.

"Senior, I wish to become your disciple. Please accept me as your apprentice!"

Apprenticeship?

Zhu the butcher suddenly remembered the man from earlier.

He couldn't help but laugh and curse, "I'd love to become your apprentice myself!"

The boy from the kiln lowered his head, looking somewhat lost and dejected.

Lu Shaozi sighed a few times, but dared not offer any advice.

Zhu the butcher suddenly noticed the kiln boy's thick eyebrows, big eyes, and handsome appearance, and couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to him, finding him more pleasing to the eye.

"Alright, come with me to slaughter a pig. I'll teach you how."

Suddenly, Butcher Zhu grinned.

The boy was stunned for a moment, his mouth agape, not quite understanding what was happening.

Then his father, Lu Shaozi, grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground several times. He then looked at Zhu the Butcher and said in a tacitly obsequious tone,

"Master, this child is ignorant, he must have agreed... Kiln boy, say something!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Butcher Zhu laughed a few times, but then seemed to remember something, touching the steel knife in his robes, and only managed a few dry laughs.
"But come with me to the countryside to collect pigs first. We can't stay in Wuqing County for the time being."

Just kidding, that senior who killed five traitors seems to dislike Zhao Guanghui quite a bit, and his words imply that Zhao Guanghui won't live more than a few days.

The wind is howling, let's cut it up quickly and head to the countryside!
……

As dawn broke, the river surface shimmered with golden light.

A fast boat cut through the misty water vapor and sped towards Sakano Tsutowa like an arrow released from a bow.

Lu Jing stood at the bow of the boat, his face pale and his body reeking of blood.

(End of this chapter)