It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

"What is this?" Mingxin was the first to notice something was wrong.

He is a disciple of Buddhism and happens to be practicing the Dharma of Merit.

Practitioners of merit are particularly good at observing qi and can identify different people by their different qi.

Ming Xin couldn't do it before, but recently he didn't know why his practice had been so smooth, and his skills had soared, to the point where he could actually see qi within just a few days.

"Why is there a layer of yellow light on these statues? Is this witch god also cultivating merits?" Mingxin looked puzzled.

Except for Buddhist disciples, most people in the Xuanmen would not choose to cultivate merits because the practice methods are too harsh.

After all, not everyone has such a high level of awareness. If I don’t go to hell, who will?

"That's not the golden light of merit." Song Tang shook his head lightly and sighed, "That's the power of faith."

Song Tang still underestimated these people. They were so bold as to declare themselves gods!

She learned from You Wu's notebook that the eight guardian elders of the so-called Wu God actually only appeared three hundred years ago.

In other words, the original witch god did not have any elders to protect the religion, and these eight were probably added later in order to enjoy the offerings of the people.

What’s more, this group of people may have survived from three hundred years ago to the present day!

You Wu has always said that the elders don’t need to be reborn like them, and they may have some secret recipe for prolonging their lives.

It is a coincidence. They probably established themselves as gods not long after the gods moved away more than three hundred years ago. Otherwise, they would not have such a strong power of faith.

The light emitted by the power of faith surrounding each statue almost obscures the true appearance of the statues, making them appear more ethereal.

Ordinary people cannot see the power of faith, but the manifestation of the power of faith appears to ordinary people as if it is separated by a layer of mist.

So when they look directly at the statue, they will find that no matter how hard they look, they cannot see the statue's face clearly.

Add more mystery and style!

"Faith, the power of faith?" Ming Xin stammered, "This, this, this..."

In the eyes of ordinary people, only the gods and Buddhas in heaven can enjoy faith and offerings.

Most of the gods like the witch god, which are niche gods belonging only to a certain nation, are created by the folks and do not have corresponding positions in the world of gods.

So how could they be qualified to enjoy the power of faith? Moreover, there were a few mortals sneaking in?

But this view is actually wrong. Even if there is no deity, one can still enjoy offerings and faith, provided that he is not discovered by the gods.

They are like illegal immigrants, not allowed by law, but there are quite a lot of them in reality.

This kind of god is collectively called a false god in the world of gods, and they can even create many spells that are comparable to immortal arts.

Several cults that Song Tang personally dismantled all had such false gods.

Some of them have such huge influence that they are almost comparable to the true gods!

"Don't worry, they are just smuggled goods." Song Tang sneered, "You dare to desire anything, aren't you afraid of dying of indigestion?"

Even though they took advantage of the gods' move away and established themselves as gods, there are indeed many believers who worship them devoutly.

Just look at the nearly 10,000 believers who came here today and you will know that they have very deep roots in the local area.

At least in the eyes of the locals, this witch god and his guardian elders are genuine gods.

They accept it from the bottom of their hearts and have regarded it as their only belief. They even come here every year to pay tribute.

When I just came up, the offerings near the steps were probably sent by the locals.

"Broken Heavenly Dao! You just know how to scare me with thunder every day. There are so many false gods here, why don't you thunder them to death! Now that the gods are not here, you are pretending to be dead too, right?" Song Tang cursed in his heart.

Tiandao, which has often shown its presence recently, seemed to have forgotten this land and did not react at all.

he tui!

Song Tang spat silently, and then he heard a muffled thunder in the clouds.

Even the thunder was quiet, Song Tang curled his lips.

Apparently, most of the tourists at the scene did not notice the thunder, except for a few statues on the altar.

Song Tang instantly felt eight pairs of gazes sweeping across every corner of the sacrificial square, and finally stopped on Song Tang and his companions.

"Haha... just pretending." I knew of their presence since I entered the city.

At this time, he had to act out the whole thing and pretend that he had just discovered them.

"Back off!" Song Tang waved his arm and swept Ming Xin and Wei Yan behind him.

At the same time, a deep sense of malice and oppression came over me.

Song Tang stood in the center of the square, not afraid at all, and raised his hand to fight back.

The pressure came towards Song Tang, but did not come into contact with her at all. It disappeared as suddenly as it came.

Song Tang frowned slightly and heard the bell ringing on the altar again.

The sacrifice began.

"The sacrifice is about to begin!" someone sang in unison from above.

The believers who were originally taking photos around lined up in an orderly manner.

At the front were believers in black robes, numbering about several hundred people, who should be people from the temple.

Lined up behind them were ordinary believers, all of whom had a red cloth wrapped around their wrists and held red lanterns in their hands.

Song Tang and his companions mixed in the crowd.

"The fairy boy leads the way——"

The crowd quickly split into two sides like the sea, leaving a road about three or four meters wide in the middle.

There are nine pairs of fairy children, with boys on the left and girls on the right, standing in two rows.

They all wore white Ming-style robes, and both men and women wore jade hair crowns and held a red lotus lantern in their hands.

The fairies walked through the crowd with serious faces, walked up the steps one by one, and then stood in front of a statue respectively.

"Please invite the Great Elder to preside over the sacrificial ceremony."

The believers who were originally singing along with the chant withdrew, and another elder wearing a black and gold robe walked out from behind the statue, followed by the other seven elders.

It turned out that these people had been on the stage all along, and only now did they reveal their true identities.

The leader had a kind face, even a little too young. At first glance, he looked to be in his forties or fifties, but a closer look revealed that he was only in his twenties.

It gives people a weird feeling of being both old and young.

Song Tang turned around and looked around, and found that no one showed similar doubts. She realized that what she saw might be different from what everyone else saw.

"Everyone!" The great elder stood in front of the altar.

The voice sounds like that of an elderly person, and his movements and expressions occasionally reveal the unique gestures of an elderly person.

Song Tang was even more confused. What kind of secret technique could reveal the characteristics of three generations at the same time in one person?

Suddenly, the great elder above glanced at Song Tang's face, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he mouthed a word.

He said, "Hello, mountain god."

But at the same time, his voice was clearly still continuing, and everything that just happened seemed like an illusion!