Chapter 584: Kong Que Great Joy Supreme Saint

After the war, the Shaman Domain was full of ruins and devastated.

A tall, bald Shaman wearing battle clothes and a cloak walked into a small town, walking along the central road of the town, looking left and right.

The town was quite desolate. Although it was not nine empty out of ten, at least three or four households were abandoned, and the owners didn't know where they had gone.

Most of the Shamans in the town were dressed in rags, and many Shamans were not even as good as refugees, exposing most of their bodies, relying on scales and thick skin to resist environmental erosion.

From the moment this Shaman entered the small town, many Shamans poked their heads and curiously looked at this strange Shaman.

Some Shaman children were curious and afraid, hiding behind their elders and secretly looking at this strange Shaman.

Some curious and bold children wanted to get closer, but were pulled back by their parents and beaten hard, and then taught: "That is the great Shaman Master! If you accidentally dirty his clothes, you will be broken hands and feet and made into meat dates to feed the war beasts!"

The Shaman who stepped into the small town, although dusty and ugly, his temperament and clothing all indicated his status as a Shaman.

The vast majority of the town were commoners and slaves. Appearing in the field of vision of the Shaman Master would pollute the Master's eyes, which was a quite serious crime. If the Master was unhappy, beating half to death was deserved, and beating to death was just paying a little money. This was referring to commoners with power and influence; ordinary commoners died if they died.

Therefore, in the Shaman Domain, making big figures unhappy was a threat to life at all times.

The new Shaman walked all the way to the center of the town, having already taken all the surrounding words into his ears. There was an inn in the town, which was also the only inn still open in the town. It was said that there were several restaurants in the town, but now they were all closed.

This Shaman entered the door and found a table to sit down. The inn room was very high, the tables and chairs were of different sizes, and there was a polished large stone platform, on which wine and dishes were placed, and a Shaman more than ten *zhang* long was coiled on this stone and dining.

As soon as this Shaman entered the door, the Shaman coiled on the stone was like facing a natural enemy, swished out of the inn, and then disappeared, not even wanting the wine and dishes he had just started eating.

This Shaman walked directly to the table in the center and sat down upright.

Then a burly Shaman with scales on his arms walked to his table. This Shaman was the best dressed in the town, and even wrapped a scarf made of silk brocade around his neck. It was just that the scarf was bright red, and it was very festive on his dark green body.

The burly Shaman put a barrel of wine on the table and said in a deep voice: "This is the best wine in the town, transported from the human side, given to the noble Shaman Master, hoping that we can become friends! My name is Wolf Bear, and I am the mayor here."

That Shaman put his hands together, lifted his hat, revealed his bald head, and said: "My name is Kong Que, and I am a Spirit Shaman."

The two words "Spirit Shaman" were only heard clearly by Wolf Bear.

This one named Kong Que was naturally not a real Spirit Shaman; it just put on a shell of a Spirit Shaman, and inside was Wei Yuan.

Wolf Bear looked at Wei Yuan's bald head, his expression solemn, and said: "Are you from the Pure Land Sect

Wei Yuan nodded and said, "The City of Heaven is high above, and among ten thousand shamans, not one can enter. But our Kong Que Galan Pure Land Glazed Kingdom is different. Any shaman, as long as they devoutly believe in my Lord, can be reincarnated into the Glazed Kingdom in the next life, enjoy eternal life, and be far away from all hatred, resentment, sorrow, and suffering."

Wolf Bear said, "The Pure Land Sect was long ago designated as an evil cult by Master Hongye. This is the Rain Kingdom; aren't you afraid that Master Hongye will discover you and take you to be sacrificed to Heaven?"

Wei Yuan smiled slightly and said, "If it were any other place, I might be afraid. But this is the Rain Kingdom, and I am a Spirit Shaman." Wei Yuan emphasized "Spirit Shaman" again, and Wolf Bear's expression finally changed. Although both were Great Shamans, Wolf Bear's face was filled with a mix of terror and awe, and his attitude became even more respectful.

All the shamans around were shocked and afraid, and many shamans who were eating quietly crawled away.

At this time, the Rain Kingdom had just fought a great battle with the Spirit Shaman army and returned in a crushing defeat, with two important Nether Shamans severely wounded. It is said that both sides are currently preparing for peace talks, and the upper echelons have ordered that any behavior disrupting the peace talks is strictly prohibited during this period.

In the understanding of the ordinary Shaman tribe, the meaning of this order is that as long as there is a conflict with the Spirit Shamans, regardless of who is right or wrong, it is one's own fault; the Spirit Shaman lords are always right.

Therefore, the shaman commoners of the Rain Kingdom are quite hateful and fearful of the Spirit Shamans now—eighty percent fear, ten percent hatred, and another ten percent are hoping to see if they can cling to the hind legs of some Spirit Shaman lord.

"What, you don't believe me? Do you think I look ugly?" Wei Yuan's expression turned cold, his arms raised, and another pair of arms appeared under his armpits, all four arms equally nimble.

Wolf Bear's expression changed again, he stepped back two paces, and his massive body knelt down.

Spirit Shamans are famous for their shamanic arts being like violent storms, ever-changing, unlike the Nether Shaman lineage rooted in Blood Shamans, whose best skills are various blood curses, with nothing else to speak of.

The way the Shaman tribe casts spells is different from the Human tribe. When the Human tribe casts Daoist arts, they mostly emphasize a celestial and Daoist demeanor; whether the power of the Daoist art is great or not is not important, but the posture must be graceful like an immortal.

The Shaman tribe, however, is accustomed to mobilizing every part of their body to cast shamanic arts. For every additional part that can move, the casting of the shamanic art becomes a fraction faster, and the more twisted and deformed it is, the more it is seen as a graceful dance in the eyes of the Shaman tribe. Therefore, the scene when the Shaman tribe, especially Spirit Shamans, casts spells is quite abstract and difficult to describe.

Read every line without error, every word in the content!

At this time, Wei Yuan had an extra pair of arms, and his strength was clearly much stronger than those with four claws; he must be a person of status among the Spirit Shamans. Furthermore, Wei Yuan is a Shaman Scholar, naturally a grade higher than the nobility; this is a rule set by the City of Heaven, universal throughout the Shaman Domain.

With the two combined, the rough-looking Wolf Bear knelt immediately, quite decisively, with smooth movements.

Wei Yuan retracted the two arms, and this move of changing his form at will once again opened the eyes of all the shamans present.

Wei Yuan was very satisfied with the gazes of the surrounding Shaman tribe and was just about to speak when he suddenly froze.

At this moment, there was a disturbance in the Human World's Fireworks, and several strands of light green Qi luck drifted down! It was actually the Qi of the Shaman tribe!

But these strands of Qi luck floated motionless, seemingly unable to find a place to land.

Wei Yuan belongs to the type who forgets principles the moment he sees Qi luck. He was very anxious in his heart, wondering what to do, when suddenly a statue appeared in a remote corner near the sea. The statue was a bald being with three faces and four arms, and its face was vaguely similar to Wei Yuan's.

The few mortals nearby didn't ask where the statue came from; they directly activated the instinct in their bloodline to worship things from beyond the heavens, bowing their heads to the statue and calling out: Glazed Heaven Kong Que Great Joy Supreme Saint...

Hearing this title, Wei Yuan felt that every one of his hearts was uncomfortable, and he couldn't catch his breath.

However, the worship was quite effective; those faint strands of Shaman tribe Qi luck found a target and fell into the statue.

At this time, Wei Yuan suppressed his belly full of anger and confusion, returned to reality, and said to Wolf Bear, whose chin was on the ground, "Let me ask you, is there a single woman with a child living nearby?"

(End of this chapter)