Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 143 An astonishing phenomenon! At this moment, the entire city was in an uproar!

The three of them stepped into the factory.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

A member of the Rakshasa faculty and staff suddenly saw several strangers barging in and quickly went up to ask them questions.

"We're not looking for anyone in particular, we just want to see the ghost money in your factory."

"Oh, so you're buying ghost money. Please wait a moment."

The employees breathed a sigh of relief.

The three men were of different heights, but each of them exuded an imposing aura.

He himself was a second-grade spiritual practitioner, yet he couldn't muster even the slightest wild thought in front of these people.

Soon, Wang Zhidong, who was staying at the factory, rushed over upon hearing the news.

"So you're here to buy ghost money? Next time you can go to the newly opened Jishetang in the north of the city. But since you're here today, how much would you like to buy?"

"Jishetang?" The handsome man chuckled softly. "I like this name."

"My lord?"

Upon hearing this self-proclaimed title, Wang Zhidong felt a chill run down his spine.

Who in this world would dare to use such a self-designation?
The tall, burly man standing nearby interrupted coldly, "Stop talking nonsense, take us over to have a look first. Whether we buy or not, we'll decide after we see it."

Wang Zhidong immediately sensed something was wrong and subconsciously took a few steps back: "You... just who are you?"

"Um?!"

The tall, burly man let out a low groan.

"Wow—"

In an instant, an unimaginable, terrifying force swept through the entire factory.

Everyone was frozen in place, completely still.

Even the dust floating in the air and the swaying branches outside the window were frozen in time.

Only Wang Zhidong remains who can still move.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground: "Who...who are you people?"

A red glint flashed in the handsome man's eyes, and Wang Zhidong's pupils dilated instantly. He stood up blankly and led the way with a wooden expression.

The group arrived at the warehouse where ghost money was stored.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I was greeted by a sea of ​​silver light, piled up like a mountain.

"So much ghost money?!"

The two men, one tall and one strong, couldn't help but gasp.

The handsome young man casually picked up a sheet and examined it closely.

The two attendants beside him also each took a card to examine.

But after looking at it, the two were stunned: "Your Excellency, this item only resembles it in appearance; it is not ghost money."

"Yes, it's just a rubbing of paper."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Wang Zhidong, who seemed possessed, murmured behind them, "What you took was only a half-finished product... This is the real ghost money."

He flipped his palm, and a genuine silver coin appeared, which he handed over.

The handsome young man took the silver, and the moment his gaze met the silver, his previously calm eyes suddenly sharpened like a knife.

"It actually bears the seal of my Underworld Coins!"

"How is this possible?" the burly man beside him exclaimed. "This [money-printing seal] is woven with incense offerings from the Heavenly Court. Each one is a manifestation of merit. How could it be imitated by human hands? Even if he stole the method of [money-printing seal], where did he get so much merit to bless it?"

These two burly men were none other than Zhang Heng and Yang Yun, the Northern Ghost Emperors, two of the Five Ghost Emperors under Fengdu.

Both share the same divine status.

The place under their jurisdiction is Luofeng Mountain, the temporary palace where the Fengdu Emperor resided.

When the Emperor of Fengdu tours the underworld, the two of them often accompany him.

Recently, the phenomenon of a surge in the amount of ghost money in the underworld has alarmed the higher authorities.

After some investigation, it was discovered that these ghost money coins all came from a mortal youth named Lu Chen.

However, the commotion this person caused went far beyond that.

Not only did he burn paper money for the dead, but he also revived the incense offerings of the underworld, which had been dormant for thousands of years, and even disrupted the city god assembly in Jiang Province, resulting in the execution of a prefectural city god.

The messages kept getting back to the underworld.

Even the Emperor of Fengdu was alarmed.

One reason for this visit is to inspect the City God.

on the other hand.

The emperor also wanted to see for himself whether the ghost money was real or fake.

At this moment, the Great Emperor of Fengdu's divine eyes swept over the silver, and after a moment, a barely perceptible look of realization flashed across his eyes.

He raised the corners of his mouth: "I see..."

"Your Majesty, you've figured it out?" Zhang Heng asked tentatively.

"No need to ask anymore. Since someone is eagerly sending money to the underworld, why not?"

The Emperor chuckled softly, glancing at the warehouse full of silver light: "How many ghost coins are here?"

Wang Zhidong replied blankly, "About one billion."

"A billion?!"

The pupils of the two Ghost Emperors suddenly contracted.

This amount would be more than enough to pay them their salaries for ten thousand years—and their term has only lasted three thousand years.

The Emperor of Fengdu's eyes gleamed: "Excellent! In this way, the resources for building the nineteenth level of hell are secured!"

“Your Majesty, are we just going to let this kid continue to ‘create’ things? Wouldn’t that mean the power over the currency of my Underworld would fall into his hands?” Yang Yun couldn’t help but ask.

"Fake?" The Emperor of Fengdu laughed loudly, "This ghost money is even more 'real' than the money made under the supervision of the Underworld. For a moment, even I, the Emperor, could not distinguish between the real and the fake."

"this!!"

The two Ghost Emperors were startled.

"Let's go."

Having ascertained the truth, the Emperor of Fengdu was about to turn around—

boom! ! !
boom! ! !
boom! ! !
A violent surge of spiritual energy suddenly came from afar, surging in like a tidal wave.

"Who is casting a spell?!"

Yang Yun's expression hardened.

"Such a powerful fluctuation of magical energy!" Zhang Heng frowned as well.

The Emperor of Fengdu's eyes flickered, instantly understanding everything, and his smile deepened: "This kid... his background is indeed extraordinary."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already vanished from the spot.

Zhang Heng and Yang Yun followed closely behind.

Inside the factory, the terrifying ghostly realm that enveloped everything vanished instantly.

Everyone resumed their movements, as if that frozen moment had never existed.

Only Wang Zhidong stood in the warehouse, looking around blankly: "Wasn't I... just outside?"

……

at the same time.

Nanshan Residential Area.

The setting sun slowly sank behind the distant mountains, the sky was dyed orange-red, and wisps of smoke rose from the houses.

The auspicious time has arrived.

In the small square in the center of the community, Lu Chen, dressed in a black Taoist robe and holding a peach wood sword, stepped out in the Heavenly Gang formation.

With each step taken and each swing of the sword, the air around the altar trembled slightly.

Invisible ripples spread slowly from him, growing stronger and stronger.

"The mysteries of heaven and earth are the root of all energies; through countless eons of cultivation, I will attain divine powers!"

As soon as the incantation was uttered, a layer of pale golden light suddenly rippled on the Bagua mirror above the altar.

The halo was not dazzling, but it illuminated the area within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) with crystal clarity.

A surge of powerful magic spread out, sweeping away impurities like a gentle breeze, instantly cleansing the surroundings and even dispelling the lingering smell of cooking oil from afar.

The first step in setting up the altar: [Purification].

—It's done.

Next comes the [furnace].

Lu Chen stopped and picked up a bronze incense burner with both hands. Just like in Longhu County last time, the incense sticks inside were not lit.

This step involves consulting the deities.

If the gods agree, the incense in the burner will ignite without fire.

Conversely, it would mean that the invocation of the gods has failed.

He raised the incense burner high above his head and slowly recited the incantation for lighting the incense burner:
"I now open the furnace, and the Eight Gods descend... The Azure Dragon will always guard, and the Righteous One will accompany me..."

……

Beside him, inside the statue of the Kitchen God.

In that idyllic, secluded realm of consciousness, the Kitchen God stood in the courtyard, gazing up at the ceremonial procession projected from the dome.

As Lu Chen chanted the incantation, endless golden light descended from the dome, enveloping his body.

The Kitchen God narrowed his eyes slightly: "Good lad, you really do have some supernatural powers."

He allowed himself to be surrounded by golden light without offering any resistance.

……

The incense in the burner indeed burned spontaneously without a flame.

A wisp of smoke rose straight into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Meanwhile, in the residential area, people in every household were leaning out of their windows, watching Lu Chen's every move below.

"Dad, what is Brother Lu Chen doing?"

"I don't know... It seems like some kind of ritual. Your brother Lu Chen is probably receiving immortal techniques!"

"Celestial magic? Wow—I want to be like Brother Lu Chen when I grow up!"

"That's great! Dad supports you!"

During the father and daughter's conversation, a shout came from the kitchen: "Aren't you coming to bring out the food?! The pot is going to burn!"

"I'm coming!"

……

Downstairs, Zeng Rou stared at the mysterious procession, her heart filled with a surging, overwhelming shock.

She saw it very clearly.

The cult leader never used even a fraction of his own spiritual power from beginning to end.

The mere presence of his steps, the trajectory of the peach wood sword, and the ancient incantations he chanted created such an astonishing resonance with the surrounding world.

With a casual wave of his hand, the ripples of magical power that emanated from him were pure and boundless.

Its power... is in no way inferior to that of a sixth-rank or even a newly entered seventh-rank spiritualist at full strength!
"The cult leader... is truly unfathomable."

Just then, Lu Chen suddenly clasped his hands together, and the rhythm of his incantation suddenly accelerated, with the tone becoming increasingly mysterious.

As the incantation progressed, his Taoist robes fluttered and rustled without wind, and an indescribable aura of power rose steadily.

"The Kitchen God, the Stove Lord; the family that receives food, oversees good and evil..."

After the purification ritual, the second step is the invocation of the gods.

Lu Chen's hand seals moved faster and faster, leaving afterimages flying everywhere.

"—I, Lu Chen, respectfully invite the Kitchen God to descend to the mortal realm!"

The final imperial edict was uttered with a resounding clang!

boom! ! !
In the center of the altar, the ancient Bagua mirror suddenly burst forth with an intense light that was hard to look at!
Not one!
Instead, countless golden rays converged into a beam, twisting into a magnificent pillar of light.

It shot up from the mirror-like surface, fiercely piercing through the darkening twilight and soaring into the clouds!
In an instant, the night seemed to be torn apart by this dazzling beam of light, illuminating half of the sky as bright as day.

This astonishing phenomenon was so striking that it not only affected the Nanshan residential area, but also the surrounding streets, the crisscrossing roads, and the high-rise commercial districts...

At this moment, throughout the entire city of Jiangdu, countless people who raised their heads could clearly see that sacred pillar of light that stretched from the sky to the earth!
……

"Then, what is that?!"

A commuter who had just finished get off work and was riding an electric bike suddenly slammed on the brakes, looked up in a daze, and saw the dazzling light reflected off his glasses.

"Look at the sky! There's light! Golden light!"

"Is that a searchlight from some construction site? No... this feels completely wrong..."

"Take a picture! Take a picture quickly!"

On the streets and alleys, pedestrians stopped and stared, their faces filled with astonishment and bewilderment.

Countless people took out their phones to take pictures, and the news quickly spread throughout the city like wildfire.

……

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

Almost simultaneously, from all over Jiangdu, waves of magical energy of different colors and strengths rose into the air impatiently!

Yu Feng sat alone on the rooftop of a high-rise building, his robes billowing.

From the direction of the Sun family, the figures of Sun Qingcang, Sun Changguo, and Sun Yourong appeared in mid-air, their expressions solemn.

Zhao Jiutang and Zhao Wanliang appeared from different directions, their gazes sharp as lightning, shooting towards the source of the pillar of light.

Deep within the Wu family compound, Wu Zhong and his son, the current head of the family, Wu Jingzhi, also stood proudly in the void, gazing at the wondrous sight that connected heaven and earth.

At this moment, the four major families, the ten new nobles, and even all the experts with cultivation levels of four or above in the city were all alarmed!

No one can sit still.

They hovered in different locations above the city, gazing into the distance with shock, horror, or disbelief.

My mind was overwhelmed by the earth-shaking momentum, which stirred up a huge wave.

"Rongrong, is this what you called the 'ritual' before?"

Sun Qingcang's voice was dry.

Sun Yourong pursed her red lips and nodded gently.

Sun Qingcang gasped sharply, his mind in turmoil.

During her previous trip to Longhu County, Sun Yourong had mentioned the power of the ritual.

But witnessing it with my own eyes now, the indescribable shock is truly unbelievable!
This hardly resembles a normal spiritualist casting spells.
It is clearly already unleashing, or even dominating, the magnificent power of this world!

"Where did Xiao Chen learn this heaven-defying secret technique from?"

At this moment, countless people throughout the city shared similar sentiments with Sun Qingcang.

……

Inside the City God Temple.

Li Chenghuang looked at the scene of Nanshan Community through the Chenghuang Seal.

That usually dignified face was also filled with extreme disbelief, and even a hint of disorientation.

"This...how is this possible?!"

How could a mere second or third-grade spiritualist, even with secret techniques, possibly summon such a massive and pure force of heaven and earth?

This completely contradicts His understanding!

Just as He was horrified, another strange change occurred in the projected image!

At the top of that towering pillar of light, a vast golden light surged violently!
A gigantic, black, and ancient-looking book slowly appeared atop the pillar of light.

It is the Kitchen God's sacred treasure—the "Fireworks Book".

At this moment of great anticipation, it has revealed itself to the world!
"hiss--"

At that moment, whether it was the residents watching on the scene or the powerful figures looking from afar, countless people almost simultaneously had their pupils shrink and gasped.

The sheer awe of this miracle gripped the hearts of each and every one of them.

……

The highest point in the clouds is a dimension undetectable to anyone.

The Emperor of Fengdu's gaze sharpened, and he could no longer hide his smile.

"This kid is... quite interesting!"

　This chapter made me cry again.

　　Woo woo woo.

　　There are two more chapters tonight, but I'll have to stay up all night for the second one.

　　Because this chapter took too long to write.

　　Also, guys, please be careful of the flu, I think I've caught it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)