Chapter 979

The temple keeper who walked out of here was almost bald, leaving only a tuft of hair in the center of his forehead. Such a familiar hairstyle; Fang Canran really didn't introduce the wrong place.

On the overseas archipelago, there were many marginal forces, and there were also many temples for various minor gods and wild gods.

He walked into the temple, which was only ten square meters in size, with no distinction between front and back halls. He Lingchuan looked up and saw that the statue of the god enshrined in the temple should have been renovated not long ago, repainted, and repaired.

On the offering table were two plates of assorted fruits, a plate of red steamed buns, and even a whole roasted chicken!

There were also several sticks of incense in the burner, curling up endlessly.

It seemed that the incense here was quite prosperous.

There was also an old lady with half-white hair kneeling on a prayer mat, prostrating herself, with the palms of her hands facing upward, maintaining this posture while muttering words, very pious.

Besides that, there was no one else in the temple, and the temple keeper who had just gone out was nowhere to be found. He Lingchuan lit seven sticks of incense, inserted them into the incense burner, then grabbed the divination blocks on the offering table, circled the incense three times, and each time he circled, he had to whisper: "God Shinan, please appear, a friend from Lei Gong Island is visiting!"

After speaking, he threw the blocks on the ground.

The so-called "divination blocks" were crescent-shaped pieces of wood, with one side flat, called "Yang," and the other side convex, called "Yin." The blocks always came in pairs, painted with red lacquer, and were tools for communication between humans and gods, commonly seen in temples.

When asking for the god's will, the pilgrim would take the blocks and throw them on the ground.

He Lingchuan threw them, and both blocks landed with the flat side up, which meant the Yang side was up, indicating that the god had not yet made up his mind and needed further petitioning.

He picked up the two blocks, waited patiently for a quarter of an hour, and threw them again.

They were still flat side up.

He Lingchuan whispered: "The deal we agreed on last time, you don't want to do it anymore? I've already brought the things here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the candle flame suddenly flickered.

He Lingchuan understood and threw the blocks on the ground again.

This time, it was finally one Yin and one Yang, indicating that the god agreed/was satisfied! The old woman on the prayer mat was still prostrate on the ground; He Lingchuan originally wanted to ask her to leave, but after thinking about it, he gave up, went to close the doors and windows himself, and lit seven more sticks of incense.

The candle flame and smoke were straight upward, and the air in the room no longer flowed.

At this moment, the smoke steaming out of the incense burner suddenly moved without wind, took a turn, and headed toward the old woman on the ground.

She was praying with her eyes closed and was completely unaware.

The smoke drilled into her ears and nose, and the old woman's prayer was interrupted.

Afterward, she slowly raised her head and stood up.

This old woman was a bit hunchbacked and should have been half-bent at the waist, but now her back was straight, her dim old eyes had spirit, and her pupils were large and greenish, staring at He Lingchuan and saying:

"So it's you, the skin of Naluotian."

Even the mask he wore was the same as last time.

"Where is the thing you were supposed to bring me?"

Its voice was strained, but not unclear.

He Lingchuan took a small copper rod out of his bosom and handed it over: "Used."

The old woman held it in her hand, looked at it back and forth a few times, and found that there were indeed a few wisps of gas inside, proving that the treasure had already been used.

This was the new version of the Punishment Dragon Pillar manufactured by He Lingchuan, and the style was different from before.

"Very good." The old woman, whose consciousness was controlled by God Shinan, said, "Transaction complete."

The last time He Lingchuan went to Lei Gong Island to find it, he pre-paid five questions, and God Shinan demanded that he return a used Punishment Dragon Pillar within a year.

For others, this condition was extremely difficult, because those who mastered the Punishment Dragon Pillar usually kept silent, and this thing was not circulated on the market.

But for He Lingchuan, hehe.

So, this time he simply brought God Shinan a large-capacity version, and the latter's satisfaction was also visible to the naked eye.

"What else do you want to ask?" This business was cost-effective; answer a few questions and you get a Punishment Dragon Pillar.

"You can calculate the arrival time of the Emperor Flowing Pulp, right?"

"Hmm, of course." The divine fall that occurred in the divine realm could not be hidden from their eyes and ears.

"Besides the two descents within half a month, when will the next few rounds of Emperor Flowing Pulp arrive?"

God Shinan stared at him for a long while: "It will descend within half a month, who told you that?"

"Naluotian."

Upon hearing the name of this righteous god, God Shinan's voice rose by three degrees: "Wait, He has already found you?"

If Naluotian had been watching this skin all along, it wouldn't be hard to discover his transaction with Shinan!

Coveting someone else's skin, especially the skin of a righteous god, was a great taboo in the divine realm. Shinan couldn't avoid this kind of risk fast enough.

Feeling Shinan's retreat, He Lingchuan immediately said: "Don't worry, He won't look for me again in the short term, and He won't discover the connection between you and me."

His attitude was truly indifferent, like friends discussing the weather.

Shinan felt the confidence contained in his words and doubted: "How so?"

"Naluotian had a little accident."

The old woman controlled by Shinan trembled slightly at the neck: "What happened?"

"If you go to the divine realm to inquire, won't you know?" He Lingchuan smiled, "In short, I am very safe, and you are also very safe. No god will come to investigate us."

Shinan, of course, still refused to believe it, and He Lingchuan immediately added: "Besides, isn't it a bit late for you to worry now? We made a deal on Lei Gong Island a year ago. You knew I wanted to unlock Naluotian's mark, and you told me the method. If Naluotian successfully descends, He will know all these things. What's the matter, you only want to back out now?"

Shinan was choked: "This..."

At that time, it really wanted the Punishment Dragon Pillar and thought Naluotian might not necessarily care.

It hurriedly changed the subject: "Since you and Naluotian can talk, getting news about the Emperor Flowing Pulp shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"No, I can't contact Him anymore." The information about these two rounds of Emperor Flowing Pulp was given by Naluotian's avatar. However, this unlucky avatar was subsequently planted as a tree by the Great Fanghu and could no longer speak to him. "So I immediately thought of you."

God Shinan immediately said: "The divine realm strictly forbids us from passing down this kind of information; otherwise, if the human world knew, what kind of chaos would it cause?"

He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh: "Are you kidding me? Whether it's Lingxu City or the Vassal Demon Nation in Beijia, the high-level officials all know, and the relatives and servants of the nobles have long prepared basins to catch it. Yet you tell me the news is strictly forbidden from being passed down?"

God Shinan's tone was a bit stiff: "Beijia is different."

The status of the Lingxu gods was very high in the divine realm.

"Is that so? Then what about the Mou Nation?" He Lingchuan didn't believe a word of it, "Does the Mou Nation monarch know, do the powerful know?"

God Shinan was silent.

The Mou Nation was not a nation that served gods, but that didn't prevent them from obtaining intelligence.

If this kind of major intelligence were to spread, it would be impossible to prevent it at all.

The only ones who didn't know were the ordinary people.

The Emperor Flowing Pulp was so precious; for He Lingchuan, for the Yangshan Archipelago, and for the army he would build in the future, it was crucial. Therefore, he must obtain accurate intelligence on the Emperor Flowing Pulp.

The easiest god to communicate with that he knew was Shinan.

He Lingchuan added a few more sticks of incense: "Only the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps. So the divine realm is like this too?"

The old woman was dazed for a long while, not even moving her eyeballs. He Lingchuan knew that Shinan was weighing the pros and cons.

After another short while, it spoke: "Revealing such precious intelligence to you, I have to take risks."

He Lingchuan stroked the offering table: "Birch table, newly repaired golden body. You're doing well here, at least better than on Lei Gong Island."

The temple on Lei Gong Island was bigger than this one, but it was much more dilapidated.

The old woman rolled her eyes and did not deny it.

"The Punishment Dragon Pillar I gave you last year allowed you to eat a lot of evil energy, right?" Like small gods like Shinan, they basically had no way to obtain extra evil energy; they all hoped to replicate Naluotian's successful experience, but unfortunately, such lucky people were too few.

Shinan chuckled twice: "You think too highly of yourself. With just that one tube of Punishment Dragon Pillar, even if it were full of evil energy, how much could it supplement me?"

"So you obtained evil energy elsewhere?" He Lingchuan suddenly realized: "What method, did you find a new ally, or did you defect to a big backer?"

"..." This kid's mind was too nimble, wasn't it? It only leaked one sentence, "Don't you think it's abrupt to ask these things?"

He Lingchuan smiled: "Alright, alright, back to the main topic. Give me all the intelligence on the Emperor Flowing Pulp in the future, and I also want to know the movements of Naluotian. You name your price."

He was preparing to build a long-term connection.

Knowing oneself and the enemy, he must at least have an informant in the divine realm to grasp new trends and adjust his layout in time.

Shinan was about to speak, but He Lingchuan added: "I can get the intelligence on the Emperor Flowing Pulp with some effort; asking you is both for convenience and because I think that making one more god friend means one more path. In these troubled times, you also want to make a few more friends in the human world, right?"

Shinan wanted to roll its eyes.

Friends? How could a god want to make friends with humans? What they want are believers, informants, and laborers!

But Shinan also knew in its heart that the more shrewd a person is, the less easy they are to control.

It had developed some devout believers, but these people were either poor ghosts or stubborn, all of them low-class figures.

Servants are easy to use but not useful; talents are useful but not easy to use. Often, only righteous gods with the suffix "Tian" are qualified to develop elites in the human world to serve them.

But this is a paradox: if it cannot become a righteous god, it cannot attract elites in the human world; if elites in the human world do not work for it, how can it become a righteous god by absorbing enough evil energy? Most wild gods and small gods are stuck at this step, with no hope of promotion.

The guy in front of him, although he is Naluotian's skin, has a flexible mind and means, and can even get the Punishment Dragon Pillar; perhaps he can do more things for it in the future.

Exchanging what one has with him is truly more beneficial than harmful.

Forget it, cooperation is cooperation, friends are friends. If it doesn't lower its status, how can it get what it needs from others?

Hopefully, before the final leap comes, it can accumulate enough strength to be promoted to a high god. Otherwise, the day the two realms are connected will also be the day its hope of turning over as a small god is cut off.

"I can give you the news about the Emperor Flowing Pulp first." Shinan thought for a moment and began to negotiate terms, "Yapu Island and Shark Island in this archipelago are large islands, each with two or three thousand people living there. You must build a temple for me on each of the two islands."

(End of chapter)