Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 61: Can you bear this worship?
"The statue of the immortals?"

Meng Fan looked at the rows of statues in front of him with great interest. His eyes were covered with Qi, and the method of observation was revealed. In an instant, the scene in front of him changed.

There is a faint scent of incense in the air, and the statue is radiant with golden light, showing its sacredness and extraordinaryness, but when you look closely, there is a hint of black energy remaining, lurking inside.

Meng Fan's technique of observation is considered an appendix to his method of gathering beasts and training birds. After all, if one wants to gather bloodline genes, it is indispensable.

Now Meng Fan has reached the realm of seeing the details and understanding the truth, and seeing the details and knowing the big picture. Although he is not as good as those Taoist masters who can observe the Qi and get a glimpse of people's fortunes, it is enough for him to get a general idea.

A truly powerful master of the observation method can observe Qi and know people, things, and everything. In Taoist mysticism, this is called the art of observing Qi or the art of looking at Qi.

At this moment, Meng Fan thought to himself: "Sure enough, the cultivation of immortals is closely related to the offering of incense."

The young woman seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and she looked at Meng Fan and immediately stopped him, saying, "Don't be disrespectful to the immortals!"

There was a hint of scolding in his words.

In Meng Fan's sight, he saw black energy suddenly rising, and it seemed like it was about to attack.

Then, the young woman bowed to the statues, muttering, "My fellow gods, please don't be surprised, please don't be surprised!"

Only then did he calm down the crowd.

The woman stood up and looked at Meng Fan with a hint of anger in her eyes: "Brother Dazhuang, how come the guest you brought is so ignorant of the rules that he almost offended the immortals."

"offend?"

Meng Fan showed a playful smile on his face, and deliberately acted very tough: "Oh, now that humanity is flourishing and the law is strict, I just want to ask these immortals, do they dare to take action?"

Gao Dazhuang tugged at Meng Fan's cotton-padded jacket and whispered in his ear, "Tian Gong, this is outside the Great Wall after all, and we are in someone else's house. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head."

As a disciple who goes out to perform rituals, Gao Dazhuang knows too well how terrifying these immortals are. Each and every one of them is a long-time great demon and monster. If one really offends these immortals.

Gao Dazhuang was not sure that he could protect Meng Fan and get away safely. After all, Meng Fan's safety was the most important thing.

Meng Fan shook his head at Gao Dazhuang: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"you……"

The young woman grumbled at Meng Fan, and became angry: "Since you are young and a child, I won't blame you, but you must apologize to the immortals."

"How do you make amends?"

"You must kneel three times and kowtow nine times to show your sincerity." The young woman said proudly, "If you are not sincere, the immortal will not forgive you."

As he spoke, Meng Fan saw a fox-like black energy coming down from a statue, coiling around the young woman's shoulders, and making an "awww" laugh.

"Oh, are you sure you want me to bow to you?" Meng Fan said playfully, "I'm afraid you can't bear it!"

"You can't bear it. Who do you think you are?" the young woman sneered.

Meng Fan looked uneasy, looked at Gao Dazhuang and gave him a wink.

Gao Dazhuang quickly said to the young woman, "Sister, please be more careful. Don't be so aggressive all day long and bring trouble to Fourth Aunt."

In a hurry, Gao Dazhuang even spoke in Northeastern dialect.

"Humph, I don't care. It's wrong to provoke the immortals."

"Gao Linghua, do you really want to argue with your third brother?" Gao Dazhuang roared, causing the young woman to shiver.

“Ahh…ahhh!”

The ball of black energy coiled on Gao Linghua's shoulders cried out a few times, as if giving her confidence. She straightened her back, put her hands on her waist and hugged her chest, holding up her two majestic balls that were still visible under her cotton-padded jacket.

"I'm just stubborn, so what!" Meng Fan looked at the black energy that looked like a little fox. As expected, this was the immortal who was connected with Gao Linghua mentioned by Gao Dazhuang.

To be a disciple, he needs to be recognized by the immortals. It is obvious that the man and the fox have a very good relationship, and there is a feeling of "being in cahoots with each other". The fox is just watching the fun and does not mind getting involved.

"Hey, you forgot what I taught you when we were kids, huh?"

Gao Dazhuang was about to step forward but was stopped by Meng Fan.

"You want me to apologize, right?"

"Then you'd better take it!"

As he spoke, Meng Fan stepped back slightly and pretended to bend down.

Before I even started to worship, I saw the rows of statues above making crackling sounds and actually cracking.

Gao Linghua's eyes widened: "?!!"

"No, what's going on?"

The fox on Gao Linghua's shoulder let out a scream, then disappeared into thin air and exploded on the spot.

"How about it, do you still want me to worship you?"

Meng Fan felt that the heat was not yet high enough and wanted to try again.

I saw an extremely thick black Qi directly attached to Gao Linghua's body, stopping her and saying, "Don't bow, don't bow, if you continue to bow, all my hundreds of years of practice will be ruined!"

"Hey, the real master has come out?"

Meng Fan looked at Gao Linghua and did not salute her. The premise of saluting her was that she had to be worthy of it. He asked, "May I ask what is the name of this immortal?"

"The grandson of the Hu family... the eighth grandson, Hu Ba Niang!"

A sharp and thin voice came out of Gao Linghua's mouth, but it was also a little coquettish and listless. However, from the trembling voice, it can be heard that Meng Fan's slight action just now must have caused her considerable harm.

Meng Fan looked at Gao Dazhuang.

Gao Dazhuang explained, "If you dare to call yourself a grandson of the Hu family, then you are the direct descendant of Grandma Hu San, and the eighth in her generation."

"Oh, Hu Ba Niang, right?"

At this time, "Gao Linghua" was a little frightened. She looked at Meng Fan's face and wanted to cry even more in her heart. Where did this plague god come from?

This...this...this is his fucking descendant of the Phoenix and the Dragon!
Are there still people who bear the responsibility of the whole world on their own and are entangled in karma? Although there are not many such people, her small body cannot withstand it.

I just wasn't paying attention, and that little brat caused me such a big disaster!
If I really let Meng Fan bow down to me, wouldn’t I be killed by him?

In the world of immortals, how big is one's life and how great is one's fortune? What do the descendants of the phoenix and the dragon worship?

Couldn't that be the guardian beast of the country?

In other words, Meng Fan's sacrifices and worships were equivalent to sharing a portion of the country's dragon fortune with her, but she had neither the title nor the strength.

You can't get any benefits from dragon luck at all, and can only be divided into related causes and effects.

To put it in another way, the pressure is shared on you and you have to take on the responsibility. If you are not strong enough, you will be crushed by the will of the people.

In the mildest case, one will lose all his spiritual practice, and in the worst case, one may die.

(End of this chapter)