Chapter 491: Mystic God Incense

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the whole Zhang Family Village fell into a bustling sea.

A few burly men carrying Zhang Deben's Mountain God Statue led the way, followed by a dragon‑like procession.

Only when they reached a particular household's door would the head of that house break ahead of the dragon‑like line, rush to his own doorway, and welcome the Mountain God's arrival.

Because Zhang Deben's Mountain God Statue was huge and the dragon‑like procession was very long, they couldn't go through every household one by one.

They could only pause briefly at the doorway, while Zhang Yongde recited auspicious words at the front, uttering one blessing after another; after the household's kneeling thanks, the procession finally turned toward the next house.

The homeowner who knelt at the door would also take the chance to rejoin the procession—not merely to join the fun, but to display their numbers and strength, flaunting Zhang Family Village's prestige to outsiders.

By the way.

When the village‑tour event ended, they all rushed outside the Mountain God Temple to receive the baptism of divine rain.

One household, two households, three or four households…

After the last household of Zhang Family Village knelt before Zhang Deben's Mountain God Statue, Zhang Yongde stood at the front, reciting auspicious words. When he finished, he signaled the firecracker handler to bring out the firecrackers and set them in an open spot nearby. Only then did he lead the dragon‑like procession back to the Mountain God Temple.

Their Zhang Family Village, though poor, was densely populated; this village‑tour event took a long time, and for the key roles in the procession:

Those who carried the Mountain God Statue, the dragon dancers, the lion dancers, and the gong‑drum players all labored hard, yet none showed a hint of fatigue; instead their faces were full of joy and anticipation.

Obviously.

It wasn't just anticipation; after the village‑tour ended and Zhang Deben's deification ceremony concluded, they would receive a divine rain baptism. They looked forward even more to the day Zhang Deben became the Mountain God of Shizi Ling, when the entire Zhang Family could enjoy prosperous days and never worry about food again.

On the way back to the Mountain God Temple, Zhang Yongde, seeing no task for him, slipped over to Li Ping and whispered:

"Li Ping, after this do we place De Ben's Mountain God Statue directly into the Mountain God Temple, or what?"

Li Ping was initially stunned, not understanding why Zhang Yongde came to her with such a question. Regarding Zhang Deben's deification ceremony, she had handed it over entirely to Zhang Yongde; she knew exactly what to do, so there was no need to ask herself.

Suddenly.

A flash of insight flickered through Li Ping's mind, grasping the meaning of Zhang Yongde's sudden question, and she replied:

"Village Chief, after this village‑tour ends and we return to the Mountain God Temple, we will place our family's De Ben's Mountain God Statue inside the Mountain God Temple, and De Ben will emerge from the Mountain God Statue.

He will step out and speak a few words to everyone, then a divine rain will fall, and everyone will receive its baptism. This time our family's De Ben's deification ceremony will be considered perfectly concluded!"

"Alright, I understand!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yongde let out a sigh of relief.

When the village‑tour ended, his greatest worry was the divine rain baptism; he knew that Li Ping, as Zhang Deben's wife, could never falsify an imperial edict regarding such matters.

Li Ping said that if there is divine rain, there will indeed be divine rain; perhaps he was over‑concerned about the baptism—though he knew Li Ping would never lie, he still couldn't help but worry.

He wasn't worried about his own reputation; if the matter turned out false, the greatest damage would be to Zhang Deben's Mountain God's reputation.

His concern stemmed from the fact that many of those he had carried from their beds to outside the Mountain God Temple, awaiting the divine rain's healing, were his own relatives—formerly.

There was nothing he could do but watch them depart the world one by one; now there is hope—the divine rain baptism, naturally, offers the chance for them to live a few more years and enjoy better days.

Wang Ping'an fiddled with the magical artifact statue that Qi Wenshan had inexplicably given him, while keeping an eye on his surroundings—more precisely, watching Qi Wenshan.

That old thing would occasionally steal a glance at him, its motives unclear; at that moment, Qi Wenshan's gaze no longer lingered on him.

Wang Ping'an's thought shifted, commanding a hidden, miniature Paper Person nearby to sneak in; as soon as it approached, another thought moved, and it was absorbed into the World Pearl.

The next moment.

Wang Ping'an multitasked; his true form held his mother's hand, staying by her side, while his thought‑form entered the World Pearl, observing the flourishing spirit fruit trees and spirit rice, all bearing fruit—a result of his relentless day‑and‑night cultivation using skill after skill.

A smile of genuine joy couldn't help but appear on his face!

Perhaps it was his past life's five‑thousand‑year bloodline inheritance, a deep‑seated affinity for the earth; in his spare time, he would always watch planting videos for pleasure.

If he hadn't realized that farming isn't as easy as imagined—farming can't sustain one's livelihood, and he owned no land—he might have already quit his job and returned to a pastoral, poetic life.

Now, within the World Pearl, he could satisfy his love for planting and harvest, so how could he not be happy?

Even though it wasn't his first visit, each time Wang Ping'an entered the World Pearl he couldn't help but stare repeatedly at each spirit fruit tree and each spirit rice plant, only pulling his gaze away after a long while.

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Wang Ping'an's thought shifted, and a stick of incense that his Paper Person had stealthily taken out of the Mountain God Temple appeared in his palm, saying:

'I'm actually curious to see what's so special about this stick of incense that could make Zhang Guilian do something wicked!'

Not long ago, he had overheard Zhang Guilian's hushed whispers; he couldn't believe that Zhang Guilian still had the intention to offer incense to his maternal uncle, and that it was happening when his uncle's statue wasn't even in the Mountain God Temple—almost filling the temple with incense.

This incense.

It's definitely something strange he doesn't know!

"Ding! You have obtained a stick of 'Mystic God Incense', congratulations on receiving the reward: Artifact: Mystic God Incense 【Entry Level】!"

Wang Ping'an subconsciously sniffed; a scent indistinguishable from ordinary incense drifted into his nostrils, leaving him puzzled.

In his mind, a mechanically cold voice rang out, and Wang Ping'an exclaimed in surprise:

'Mystic God Incense? What is Mystic God Incense? If this is Mystic God Incense, why do I have no adverse reaction?'

Mystic God Incense.

Literally it should be a bewildering incense, yet after sniffing it he felt no dizziness at all—hardly like a bewildering incense.

Although.

He had never experienced the taste of bewildering incense!

'Wait, this so‑called Mystic God Incense isn't a special bewildering incense aimed at deities like my uncle's Mountain God, is it?'

Suddenly, a flash of insight flickered in Wang Ping'an's mind, and he frowned:

'But if this is a Mystic God Incense specifically targeting my uncle, even if Zhang Guilian bewitched my uncle, what would that achieve? How did she obtain this Mystic God Incense?'

(End of Chapter)