Chapter 239: Opportunity (Thanks again to the Alliance Leader [Spicy Little Chicken Drumstick])

Seven days later.

A young Daoist named Wangyue sat on a stone slab, looking miserable.

"Master, the Branch Master has kicked us out of the Qingwei Branch."

The Daoist priest drank his tea: "It's fine."

This was within his expectations.

A few days ago, the Qingwei Branch had even sent people to Daoist Temple.

At the time, the Daoist priest had argued with those people a few times.

In the end, those people left with their tails between their legs.

"They really went too far. On the Branch Master's short-video alt account, he actually said our Daoist temple is 'betraying our masters and destroying our ancestors'!"

"No need to pay it any mind." The Daoist priest remained very calm.

"But Master, after we replaced the new statue, fewer and fewer people have been coming to our temple.

They say that even the statue is broken, so it must not be efficacious!"

"Wangyue, do your own work." The Daoist priest was unfathomable.

"But Master, the harvest is small now, and my share isn't much. I was still thinking about returning to secular life later to marry Xiaoyu from the next village; her family wants a bride price of three hundred thousand!" Wangyue said, feeling aggrieved.

The previously unfathomable Daoist priest suddenly became furious, his beard nearly crooked with rage. He picked up a bamboo strip from the ground and struck the young Daoist's backside.

"I teach you the Daoist Method, and you talk to me about being a simp?"

"Master, don't! I won't be a simp anymore!"

The morning dew had not yet dissipated.

The young Daoist had just opened the door of the Daoist temple.

As the morning mist began to lift and birds chirped crisply, a slender figure appeared.

The young Daoist yawned, slightly surprised.

Why did this person come so early?

"The lay practitioner has come very early," Wangyue remarked casually.

"It has been a long time since I offered the first incense at Daoyi Guan, so I came specifically to offer some." The person who arrived was, naturally, Lin Chao.

Wangyue glanced at Lin Chao, muttering to himself.

This person brags without even blinking.

For a small temple like Daoyi Guan, there is absolutely no one coming to fight for the first incense.

In his memory, this young man was also appearing at Daoyi Guan for the first time.

Where had it been a long time since he offered the first incense?

Lin Chao smiled and did not pay it any mind.

He entered the Daoist temple and looked at the damaged statue.

Lin Chao stepped forward, lit the incense, and inserted it into the incense burner.

He looked at the cracked statue, his gaze calm.

"Dao Ancestor, you once helped me.

Today, I shall help you continue the incense fire here.

I will leave a stroke of opportunity for your inheritance."

Lin Chao had always been clear about gratitude and grudges.

The Dao Ancestor had helped him, allowing the butterfly bird to awaken, and its Spirituality had recovered slightly.

Although it was only for a few breaths of time, he always remembered this favor.

At that time, in order to help him, the traces of the Dao Ancestor remaining in this world were erased.

This time, he would help deepen the other party's traces.

With his continuous reincarnation, especially after merging with the body of a dragon, Lin Chao knew many things.

Within his heart, many new thoughts had also emerged.

Lin Chao finished offering the incense and turned to leave.

The young Daoist Wangyue watched Lin Chao leave, still feeling listless.

However, when he entered the main hall, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and revealed an expression of disbelief.

"Master, it's bad!

The Dao Ancestor's statue has been restored!"

The young Daoist ran toward the back frantically!

He had encountered a strange event; that shattered statue of the Dao Ancestor was now completely intact.

In the backyard, a flash of Spirituality crossed the Daoist priest's eyes. He looked at the young Daoist with an inexplicable expression on his face, appearing very calm: "Your master already knows."

"Master, this time it's real, I'm not lying to you!" The young Daoist said hurriedly.

He thought his master believed he was lying.

"Wangyue, pack up; we are going to the North Sea."

"Ah?" The young Daoist was confused.

Why go to the North Sea all of a sudden?

His master had been too strange lately.

One moment acknowledging the Dao Ancestor, the next changing the temple's name, and now wanting to go to the North Sea.

"My heart has felt something; on the Snow Mountain of the North Sea, there will be an opportunity for your master."

"Master..." If only his master weren't right in front of him.

He wanted to roll his eyes at his master.

With his master's level of skill, he wasn't even as good as the charlatans in the pugilistic world, yet he still pretended to be an expert and went off to seize opportunities?

If the old acquaintances from the Qingwei lineage saw this, wouldn't they laugh their heads off?

"Hurry up and pack, we are departing today," the Daoist priest said. "Right, go buy two plane tickets—never mind, let's take the high-speed rail."

Thinking about how he didn't have much money, the Daoist priest felt it was better not to be extravagant.

"..." The young Daoist priest Wang Yue was speechless.

An unknown land.

An indescribable object.

A murmur came through.

"Wonderful."

Li Zhu Country.

The night was very deep.

Tang Ke had a nervous expression on his face, and sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Having returned from the Fukong Sect, he still felt some hesitation in his heart at this moment.

"Anna said that it was the God of Emptiness who overturned the Sky Sect and personally Slayed the Goddess Hai Lan'er.

But... what exactly is going on with the murals beneath my house?"

Tang Ke was a devout believer of the Fukong Sect, and the doctrine he accepted was: the God of Emptiness is the master of all.

It was the God of Emptiness who destroyed the evil Sky God and returned peace to humanity.

Especially a while ago, when the high-level members of the Church performed Divine Art, it made Tang Ke's faith in the God of Emptiness even more devout.

However, a few days ago, Tang Ke went to the basement of his old home and accidentally discovered a passageway.

Passing through the passageway, he discovered many murals!

The scenes in the murals overturned his long-held understanding.

In the murals, those Sky Gods were all suppressed by a majestic figure.

That figure was holding a little girl, his feet stepping upon the God Kingdom.

All humans were prostrating.

All gods were being trampled.

More importantly, that figure, by his appearance, looked more like a person from Daxia.

He simply could not understand it.

If these murals had been drawn randomly by predecessors, he could still understand it.

But, if they were drawn randomly, why draw a Daxia person?

Moreover, he had checked a lot of information during these days.

The style of those murals originated from ten thousand years ago.

At that time, the Continent was not yet connected!

Easterners were extremely rare.

Tang Ke's heart was shaken beyond measure.

Could it be that the evil Sky God was not Slayed by the God of Emptiness, but by an Eastern god?

The East... recently there seem to be Supernatural voices as well.

"This matter... I must tell the high-level members."

After thinking for a long time, Tang Ke decided to trust his Church and tell the high-level members of the Church about the discovery of the murals.

Seven days later.

On a cruise ship, Tang Ke was disheveled and curled up in a corner.

Beside him was a burly man, a fierce look flashing in his eyes.

Tang Ke's expression at this time was quite dejected.

"Tang Ke, the Fukong Sect is entirely a group of hypocrites.

They stole the Father God's battle achievements and claimed them as their own.

Don't be sad anymore!" the burly man comforted.

Tang Ke still couldn't accept it.

He never expected that after telling the high-level members of the Church about the things in the murals,

what greeted him was an assassination!

It is 3030 now, a civilized society!

That such a thing could actually happen was something Tang Ke simply could not accept.

Fortunately, at that moment, the burly man beside him appeared and saved him.

This burly man was a believer of a very secretive Church.

The name of his Church was very simple: Father God Sect.

What they believed in was the Father God.

And this Father God was the Easterner Tang Ke saw in the murals.

"This time, our Father God Sect found out that the Fukong Sect seems to have received the Pope's decree to head to a Snow Mountain in the East, intending to commit evil acts.

Our Father God Sect and the Fukong Sect are like Water and Fire; we will definitely stop what they are doing!"

Intense killing intent flowed through the burly man's eyes.

Clearly, he hated the Fukong Sect to the extreme.

"Father God... does he really exist?" Tang Ke looked at the burly man.

"Father God naturally exists!" The burly man's gaze was firm.

"But why is Father God an Easterner?" Tang Ke still could not accept it.

For a Westerner, believing in an Eastern god is very hard to accept.

"To a god, the physical body is merely a skin bag.

Besides, do you think... that so-called God of Emptiness is in the image of a Westerner?" A trace of anger appeared in the burly man's eyes.

"He looks like a chimpanzee!"

PS: Due to plot reasons, this is not meant to smear any religion, I hope for your understanding.

At the same time, the setting of Daoism here is different from reality, please do not conflate them.

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(End of this chapter)