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Chapter 112 The Four Elements to Become a God

"You really want to farm?"

The next morning, Meng Bai was sitting at the table eating breakfast when he looked at Ali kneeling in front of him with a serious expression, and felt extremely helpless.

This girl took what she said yesterday seriously.

She genuinely believed that Meng Bai would give her a piece of land to cultivate.

Then she paid rent to Meng Bai, so she no longer had to rely on begging to make a living.

But where does Meng Bai have land?

He wasn't a landlord; the Meng family's income mainly came from shops and lending.

“You have plenty of food and clothing here, you don’t need to farm,” Meng Bai said, gesturing for her to get up quickly.

But Ali was very stubborn: "Mother said that serfs without land to cultivate are like insects in autumn, they won't survive the winter. Master, you are a good person, please give me a piece of land, now is the time for spring planting."

"Alright, alright, plant whatever you want, plant whatever you want." Meng Bai didn't want to persuade him anymore.

Some things are really contradictory.

Seeing her, Meng Bai felt sorry for her again;
But if he talked to her too much, Meng Bai felt that he was doing something meaningless.

So he led Ali, who had already eaten breakfast, to the backyard and then opened the back door.

Outside the back door was a vast expanse of rice paddies, all belonging to the neighbors. Meng Bai casually pointed to a small plot and asked, "How about this one?"

"Would it be okay to plant on that plot?" Ali's eyes were fixed on another field, which was much larger.

"You're too small to grow something that big."

“It’s too small to produce much grain in a year. After paying the rent, there’s not enough left to eat.” Ali’s voice was soft but earnest.

"Hey~~" Meng Bai was amused by his serious look. He thought for a moment and said, "It's okay. I have a special rice variety here called hybrid rice. It yields more than 1,200 catties per mu, which is enough for you to eat."

Upon hearing this, A-Li looked at Meng Bai with confusion.

Where in the world can you find rice seeds that yield 1,200 catties per mu? If you can harvest 600 or 700 catties per mu, that's considered a huge harvest.

"you do not believe me?"

"Believe."

"You don't believe a damn thing, you're just saying one thing and meaning another."

Ali lowered her head, not daring to say anything more.

Do you believe in gods and immortals?

"I believe you." This time, Ali answered very firmly, and after saying that, she even stole a glance at Meng Bai.

"Since that's the case, you shouldn't doubt me." Meng Bai said, spreading his hand, and a ball of flame appeared out of thin air in his palm. "See that?"

"I...I saw it." Ali swallowed nervously, her legs trembling as if she were about to kneel down before Meng Bai at any moment.

"Don't tell anyone, this is our secret." Meng Bai patted her head.

Then, he waved to the housekeeper who was not far away and asked him to go to the neighbor to rent the land and buy some seedlings from the neighbor.

That's right. Although Meng Bai had hybrid rice in his storage space, he couldn't bring it into the Dream Realm. He was just lying to A Li.

They found a few strong laborers, gave them some money, and asked them to help Ali farm.

In the afternoon, watching the little girl with her trousers rolled up and a smile on her face as she planted rice seedlings in the field, Meng Bai suddenly felt that what he was doing seemed to have some meaning again.

Just then, Su Xintang, wearing a veiled hat, stood to the side and said, "The rice won't ripen in twenty-eight days."

“I know the rice won’t ripen, but she doesn’t know that. It’s better to leave with hope than with despair,” Meng Bai chuckled.

Upon hearing this, Su Xintang pondered for a moment, but still couldn't help but say, "But... but I still feel it's meaningless. She shouldn't have to suffer like this for the last twenty-eight days."

"I also think it's meaningless," Meng Bai said, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. If she wants to plant it, let her plant it. Come on, let's go to the study. I've found the key to becoming a god." Su Xintang suddenly became excited.

Meng Bai was quite surprised: "You got to the point so easily? That's too simple!"

“I think you made a very good point last night. There are thousands of Heavenly Spirits in the Dream Realm, and all kinds of talents are there. If you don’t come in, it really won’t be that easy.”

When I got back, I asked three people, and two of them knew the answer. They both told me exactly the same thing.

"Who?"

“Hong Shuang and Zhong Ping are my junior sister and junior brother who climbed over the wall to find me last night. Especially Zhong Ping, he's the son of Guangfa Zhengshen of Qingming Divine Island, his status is much higher than Lu Shenyou’s.” “Holy crap! The son of a Zhengshen comes to be someone else’s sacrificial offering?”

Meng Bai couldn't understand. Even if blood relatives couldn't serve as sacrificial offerings, surely you had a few gods with whom you had good relationships that you could exchange for them?
“He came here on his own, saying he wanted to explore on his own. Even his protector stayed on Purple Lotus Island and didn’t follow him into the Dream Realm.”

"Wait a minute." Meng Bai felt this was unreliable. "Are you sure he's the son of a true god? This description sounds like a scam to me."

"It's true. Everyone from those divine islands in the south knows him. Xiao Yu knows her too, and they're quite polite to him."

"Xiao Yu went to see you too?"

"No, we ran into each other on the road."

The two talked as they walked to the study.

After sitting down, Su Xintang immediately found paper and pen and wrote and drew as she did so: "Zhong Ping said that in addition to having enough cultivation, one must also complete four things to gain the recognition of the heavens in order to become a god."

"Which four?"

"No, to be precise, it is that after completing one of the four things, Heaven will bestow the 'Divine Proclamation', and then you need to complete the other three things, and the process of becoming a god will be complete."

After saying this, Su Xintang picked up a pen and wrote twelve characters on the paper: "Erect a deity statue," "Write a true scripture," "Build a Taoist temple," and "Recruit priests."

After finishing writing, she continued, "Let's talk about it one by one. First, let's talk about erecting a statue. The first statue of a god is his personal statue, which requires some special materials to make. These materials seem to be hard to find."

Did Zhong Ping mention what materials are needed?

“Every god is different; it will be written in the ‘Ling Shen Bao Gao’.”

"So, this means that the statue can be erected after the 'Spiritual God's Precious Edict' is obtained?" Meng Bai understood.

"Yes, including building temples and holding sacrifices, these can be done after obtaining the 'Spiritual and Divine Proclamation', because these things need to be done in the mortal world."

After saying that, Su Xintang tapped the [True Scripture] section: "Zhong Ping said that there are two major difficulties in becoming a god. One is to break through the divine embryo and temporarily reach the spiritual god realm, which requires incense offerings."

Therefore, to become a god, one must serve as a secondary deity; only by serving as a secondary deity can one receive offerings from the main deity. However, this difficulty does not exist for me.

"Our difficulty lies in writing the true scripture?" Meng Bai finally understood what Su Xintang meant.

“Yes.” Su Xintang nodded.

"What is a true scripture? Is it like the 'True Scripture of Nanhua'?" Meng Bai asked curiously.

If that's the case, then the two of them probably won't be able to write it without decades of research.

"No, it's not that exaggerated. The true scriptures of the spirits are like... like when Grandma was a university teacher, she would ask her students to write a graduation thesis. Have you ever written a thesis?"

I think that's roughly the idea: find your own divine path, articulate your thoughts on that path, write a "True Scripture," and burn it before Heaven. If Heaven is moved, it will bestow the "Precious Proclamation of the Spirits and Gods."

Meng Bai laughed and gave a thumbs up, saying, "You're getting better and better at using metaphors."

“For example, my master’s title is Miaoying, and the divine way of Miaoying is to ‘save the dying and heal the wounded, cure diseases and eliminate ailments.’ My master is the god of medicine.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Bai slapped his thigh and said, "No wonder the name 'Wonderful Response Spirit God' sounds so familiar. Sun Simiao, the Medicine King on Earth, was also known as Wonderful Response True Man."

"Really?" Su Xintang was taken aback.

"Correct."

"Why do you think Earth has so much connection with us? Could it be..." Su Xintang fell into confusion again.

"No, no, no, let's not think about these things now, let's not think about these things now." Meng Bai quickly interrupted her thoughts and forced a change of topic, "Let's think about what your Shinto is. We need to decide on a topic before we can find arguments."

"My divine path?" Now, Su Xintang was even more confused.

Most spirits are at least a hundred years old; they've seen a lot before they know where their path lies. Su Xintang is far too young; she really doesn't know where to begin in her search for the divine path.

"No rush, take your time thinking. We can take a look at the gods around us. What is Lu Dai's divine way?"

"I don't know. Her title at the Spirit God stage is different from her title at the True God stage. The title at the True God stage is not of any reference value to me."

"Oh, is it possible for you to follow in your master's footsteps and pursue a career in medicine?"

"Impossible, I know absolutely nothing about medicine."

"So what are you good at?"

"A sneak attack."

"..." Meng Bai.

(End of this chapter)