I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 765 The God of Wealth Descends, Gold and Jade Fill the Hall

"what?"

Director Zhuya was taken aback upon hearing the secretary's report.

"You mean, Bharat claims that 'gods' have descended upon their country?"

Could it be fake news? Pushing up his non-prescription glasses, even the shrewd director hesitated, a rare occurrence for him.

If it were another country, Director Zhuya believes they wouldn't be so reckless as to joke about matters of the gods in this era; but if it's Barat, then it's hard to say.

After all, it's Barat; anything can happen there.

"Yes, Director."

The secretary handed over the tablet and answered the questions earnestly.

"Bharat has extended invitations to 70 countries, extended the national carnival by six months, and distributed large quantities of supplies to the public free of charge, among other things."

Half a year?

Distributing supplies?

Director Zhu Ya abruptly silenced any questions about whether it was "cow dung" and began reading the "invitation" in her hand.

"Ganesha, the elephant-headed god?"

However, it was a 'famous' god, Barat.

Internationally, Bharat is sometimes referred to as the 'white elephant,' a name derived from this deity.

The director addressed him by his first name without batting an eye. Despite working overtime every day, Zhu Yachun was actually a 'deity' in a serious sense. And not just any ordinary person; she was a minor deity with a name and status in mythology.

"The god of wisdom, the god of removing obstacles—but I still prefer his identity as the 'god of wealth'."

Director Zhuya glanced at the information on the tablet and seemed to be deep in thought.

Even in island nations, there are people who worship this 'Ganesha'.

Because of its large belly, its jeweled body, and its large, honest-looking elephant head.

Therefore, in island nations, she is revered as the 'god of marital harmony'; in other countries, she is mostly worshipped as the 'god of wealth'.

After all, who doesn't love money?

"Director, Bharat hopes you can attend. You see—"

The secretary bowed her head and asked: "Bharat has invited many countries to attend the ceremony, and the island nation certainly hopes that the director will do them the honor."

As for the principal and the Pegasus Princess, if they went, they'd probably cause trouble instead of attending the ceremony.

The old prime minister in Bharat is still quite clear-headed.

"I'm not going."

Director Zhuya waved her hand, and that 'principal' went on vacation;
He's currently responsible for matters concerning the island nation, so he has no time to attend a ceremony in Barat, even if it were the arrival of a 'god'.

"Let the cabinet send its own people,"

In theory, the director remains a cabinet member:
But throughout the island nation, and even the world, who dares to regard him merely as an ordinary politician?

Do you really think his 'explosive blade' can't kill people?

"Yes, Director."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

New Delhi,
At the western end of King's Road,
It is a magnificent palace-style building.

The entire building is filled with the colonial style of the Victorian era: spacious, long, with columns, clock towers, and domes. That's right, it used to be called Victoria Palace, a palace built by the British government and later became the presidential residence of Barrat.

In front of the building is a huge garden with fountains, pools, pavilions and long corridors—if you didn't know better, you'd think you were in London.

"Isn't Director Takeya from the island nation coming?"

In the Prime Minister's office,

The white-haired old man nodded slightly upon hearing his subordinate's report, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

It's better if they don't come.

It is said that the director ascended to godhood through the rules of the 'demigod plane'.

If they actually come, Barat will have a headache about how to receive them: if he treats them lightly, it will lead to a major battle; but if he is too humble and damages the face of 'Ghanisar', then Barat will also have a hard time in the future.

"The island nation sent a cabinet minister, along with delegations from other countries."

"When you receive them, you must be respectful and cautious."

He waved his hand, signaling the official who had given the report to leave.

The white-haired old man closed his eyes and raised his hand to rub his temples.

神、

God is about to descend!
Today, Bharat is immersed in a sea of ​​revelry:
Because the government announced that Ganesha, the son of Shiva and the elephant-headed god, is about to descend into the world to protect hundreds of millions of believers.

Although Ganesha is the son of Shiva, he represents the wisdom of the union of humans and elephants, and is therefore worshipped by the Vishnu sect. Simply put, in Bharat, where the Triads are vying for power, Ganesha is the one everyone likes.

After all, "harmony brings wealth," so who would go against the "God of Wealth"?

Even ascetics, aren't they all doing it so they can enjoy everything in the next life?
Ordinary people can simply revel, but the white-haired premier has much more to consider:
The plans after God's descent, the impact on society, and the relationships with other extraordinary nations and pantheons, etc.
The myth of Barat is incredibly exaggerated, but if gods actually descended there, who knows if they could defeat other pantheons? Moreover, from a 'historical' perspective, at least when facing 'Yahweh,' it wasn't so miraculous: if England hadn't collapsed, would the country of Barat even exist?

Therefore, the white-haired premier was also filled with unease.

Her outward composure was nothing more than a facade.

Regardless of what he thinks, or even what the billion people of Barat think, since the 'Ganesha' is about to descend, it is unstoppable and indefensible!
At least Barat didn't have that ability, so it happened very quickly:
"Wow, so many people."

The convoy had just entered the city when
Fatima, dressed in a black priest's robe, couldn't help but marvel.

Logically speaking, Cairo, where they are located, is a densely populated area; however, compared to the city in front of them, it pales in comparison.

"I've long heard that the Barat people are skilled at juggling and adept at finding joy in hardship,"

Even Amir, whose black robe was embroidered with gold thread, exclaimed in admiration:
"Seeing it today, the reputation is well-deserved."

you do not say,

In the eyes of the three of them, the balconies, rooftops, signs, and trees of the surrounding buildings were all densely packed with people!

Looking around, it was a dark mass: many of the low houses had no trace of construction, only a mountain of people 'covered' them.

If the teacher were here, who knows what she might sacrifice in one breath. *cough*
This inhumane idea was nipped in the bud.
The three Egyptian representatives sat upright, letting their car, like a sailfish parting the sea, pass through the dense crowd.

Imhotep, the high priest of ancient Egypt, certainly wouldn't come: after all, even the major pantheons are probably confused about the true capabilities of the gods of Barat: they boast endlessly, yet crumble at the slightest touch against Yahweh. No, according to the Baratians, their gods simply didn't care about mere white people.
Unlike that principal from the island nation, who could suppress the world with a single word:

If you don't show your strength, who will respect you?

Not only were the delegations from countries like Egypt, England, Russia, and America led by Tiger-level experts, but even Ghost-level masters had to assess the situation first.

Moreover, there's another concern: what if it turns out to be the Barat government's doing all this, then all our efforts would have been in vain.

As delegations from various countries arrived at the presidential palace, even the buildings along King's Road were densely packed with people: at first glance, they looked like candies covered with ants, leaving people from other countries speechless.

It's the capital of a country, can't it even maintain order?
No, or perhaps, in Bharat's view, this is what 'order' should be.

Wow~~
Just as the many extraordinary teams from various countries were exchanging pleasantries with the white-haired former prime minister, a sudden commotion arose.

"That is?"

Everyone turned to look.

In the distance, a house was missing a corner: clearly, too many people were hanging on it, which had actually caused part of the wooden building to collapse.

A large crowd thronged beneath the collapsed building, seemingly busy treating the injured. From the perspective of many superhumans, it was a miracle that the injured hadn't been trampled to death in such a chaotic scene.

"Please excuse my poor performance,"

In this situation, the white-haired Prime Minister of Bharat forced a laugh.

"It was just an accident—"

“Wow wow wow wow!!”

The sudden commotion interrupted the white-haired prime minister's words.

When everyone turned their heads again, they saw a broken billboard on the other side, and people falling from it.

? ?
We've come to witness the descent of the gods, not to watch your monkey show.

People from other countries were speechless. They hadn't even seen the deity yet, but they had already seen a feast of bizarre casualties: as expected of Bharat?
"Heh, as they say, things shouldn't happen more than three times."

boom--

Before the white-haired old man could finish speaking, another loud noise came from the other side.

This silenced even the white-haired Prime Minister of Bharat.

If we keep going, it would be truly shameful if the 'Presidential Palace' behind everyone also collapsed.

However:
Time passed by,

Whether it was the numerous national representatives in the garden square in front of the presidential palace, or the ordinary Bharat people who filled the streets and climbed the buildings, they all gradually began to look around.

Under the scorching sun, with so many people gathered together, the situation was predictable: hot, crowded, and smelly. It was definitely not a pleasant experience.

However, an hour passed, and then another hour—

Countless ordinary people, crawling all over the streets and buildings, were already sweating profusely. While the extraordinary representatives weren't quite in such a state, however:

A gust of wind carried a scent that caused even the most acutely aware superhumans to frown.

what the hell?!
"Your Excellency, may I ask?"

The American representative couldn't help but speak up impatiently: "Our America is in complete chaos right now. Even the renowned Harvard University is on the verge of closing down. We don't have time to waste here."

"Please calm down, sir."

The white-haired prime minister appeared calm and collected, but in reality, he was extremely panicked.

If "that person" stands him up, then Bharat will really lose face this time.

Although it's embarrassing for Bharat, it's not exactly news.
"Om, Namo, Shiva—"

Just as many people were fainting on the streets and buildings outside the Presidential Palace, a magnificent hymn suddenly rang out in the sky; divine light shone brightly between heaven and earth, even overshadowing the sunlight on the horizon!
Sunlight streamed down from higher in the clouds, instantly bathing the world in a golden hue.

At the same time, the chants of praise, imbued with the flavor of Balat, grew even louder:
In an instant:
Golden light shines everywhere, and the Heavenly Dragon chants.

A vast expanse of gold covered the entire world; chants of Buddhist hymns resounded throughout the four dimensions and eight realms.

Here it comes!

The extraordinary individuals present were immediately alerted and looked up intently:

The level of the gods in Bharat is related to the diplomatic attitudes of the countries behind them towards Bharat.

boom----! !

The next second, a huge, white, sharp pillar pierced through the clouds, as if it were about to penetrate the earth.

No, it wasn't a giant pillar, but rather:

"O god with a curved nose and a gigantic body, radiant as a million suns!"
Please remove all obstacles from my endeavors forever.

As the layers of prayers in the Cuban language echoed, an elephant's trunk appeared, stretching across the sky, behind the sharp, massive pillar!
Then came a pair of wise eyes and a crimson divine mark between the eyebrows; followed by a cluster of elephant ears as large as a face—as for the equally enormous golden crown, no one paid any attention to it.

"Homage to the auspicious Ganesha!"

Upon seeing this, the white-haired Prime Minister of Bharat was overjoyed and immediately took the lead in kneeling down with his hands clasped together.

"The poet among poets, the most glorious sage,"
Lord of Heaven, please grant your protection to this place.
—Hear our cry, and sit securely at the altar.

As soon as the Prime Minister knelt, all the government personnel under Bharat immediately knelt down as well.

Like a pebble thrown into water, countless people knelt down in circles around the presidential palace. In fact, the people of Balat, who were further away, had already knelt down. Some even fell down because they instinctively put their hands together in prayer.

Not only in New Delhi, but in fact throughout Bharat, everyone who witnessed this scene through television, computers, and mobile phones was instinctively filled with awe and reverence.

Whether one believes in Brahma, Shiva, or Vishnu, at this moment they are all followers of the elephant-headed god 'Ganesha'.

The convergence of such immense spiritual power made the elephant-headed, human-bodied 'god' in the sky appear even more magnificent!
Its height and width are unknown.
He sat cross-legged above the clouds, covering the entire sky above New Delhi!

"I have arrived here—"

The elephant-headed god Ganesha, whose body was fully exposed, wore a crimson tunic on his lower body and was barefoot; his bare upper body was adorned with exquisite gold ornaments, he wore a golden crown, and his arms were covered with gold bracelets, making it seem as if he was wearing 'luxury' on his body.

"May all living beings be filled with joy."

As he spoke, the deity gently sprinkled the lotus flower from one of his four arms.

The lotus flower swayed gently, and immediately, drops of clear, transparent, yet shimmering golden rain fell; as the raindrops landed on the kneeling crowd below, an incredible thing happened:

Those injured from the fall scrambled to their feet; hunched backs straightened abruptly, wrinkled skin was smoothed out, and the deaf old man's face suddenly changed as the cheers of everyone around him filled his ears once more.
In an instant, it seemed as if pain, illness, and aging had all left my body!

Even the former prime minister of Bharat, whose white hair has gradually turned black.

?

Is this the power of that god in heaven?

Such extensive treatment of injuries and rejuvenation caught the attention of many extraordinary individuals.

But it's not over yet:

"Take it, take it, it's all yours!"

The elephant-headed god in the sky casually grabbed a handful of golden ornaments from his body and threw them forward.

These gold ornaments, whose prices soared at the first sign of trouble, were not simply made of gold; they were mixed with countless other treasures: a large quantity of amber, coral, giant clam shell, agate, crystal, tourmaline, and other rare and precious gems. They fell from these gold ornaments, transforming into a most luxurious and opulent 'rain of treasures,' which then fell once more.

"Homage to Ganesha!"

"You are the ultimate truth of manifestation!"

"You are the only creator!"

"You are the only one who can sustain us!"

Faced with this rain of treasures falling from the sky, the people of Barat, who were full of strength after being healed, knelt down and raised their hands in fervent prayer.

Waiting, waiting for that treasure to fall into my hands.

Not only that:
Among these treasures, there were also a considerable number of magic-subduing artifacts such as golden bows, silver halberds, conch shells, divine wheels, vajras, and Garan ring knives; the spiritual energy emanating from them was as conspicuous as pearls in the sand, causing the pupils of many extraordinary beings to contract.

Magic weapon?

Magic item? !
"I am Ganesha—"

The elephant-headed god, seated cross-legged on a cloud, laughed.

"May the world be free from worry and carefree, and filled with perfect freedom!"

(End of this chapter)