Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 264 The Altar: Gabriel's Ideas from "The Ruthless Nanny"

After changing his training schedule, Louis looked at the last inheritance.

It was also the inheritance given to him by the people after he broke through to the Yang God realm.

—Establish the Dharma altar.

An altar is a core place for worship, exorcism, spiritual practice, and prayer, created by imitating the operation of heaven and earth. It was invented by Taoism and was initially used in various rituals. It was further subdivided into three categories: altars for offering sacrifices, altars for registering deities, and altars for precepts.

In a sense, the altar is also a special kind of ritual implement.

Since its inception, it has been used flexibly by practitioners, resulting in a wide variety of types.

Today, they can be roughly divided into three categories.

One type is the original altar, which is also the core sacred site of various sects for worshipping their ancestors, communicating with heaven and earth, offering sacrifices to gods, and suppressing fortune. It has endless uses.

One type is the functional altar, which has been simplified by senior masters and used to open altars for performing rituals, enhancing combat power, holding ceremonies, calming the mind, etc. It is even a means that is close to magic and can be carried and set up at any time.

One type is the altar of non-Buddhist cults, which are various altars derived from shamanism, folk lineages, private worship, etc. This type of altar has a very high upper and lower limit and is divided into many kinds.

Each of the three types of altars has its own strengths, but the most comprehensive and powerful is the original altar.

The method of establishing a religious altar that Louis obtained belongs to one of the original altars and is called the Taixu Jade Palace Enlightenment Altar.

Its main purpose is to enhance cultivation and evolve the Heavenly Dao.

Its complexity was unimaginable. Louis even saw that the altar's coverage area was divided into three parts. The first part alone could cover an entire city, while the second and third parts were already extending towards the state.

According to the above statement, to establish a great sect, if one does not have sufficiently powerful treasures and cultivation, then one can only make up for it in other ways. This altar was specially prepared by the Divine Lord for the successor.

"Tsk, luckily I developed secular power early on, otherwise even with the altar in hand, I probably wouldn't have been able to build it."

Louis glanced at it and realized that the first part was enough to begin establishing a church, but building a city, even the smallest town, was no simple matter, as it involved many aspects.

Moreover, Louis is not ready to establish a church at present. The Thieves' and Beggars' sects have not yet returned to their proper places, and his own initiation ceremony is imminent. He cannot spare the time to do another major project or event.

"Our main focus right now should be on the ascension ceremony. Let's do some preliminary preparations first, and spread the sun god ceremony to recruit followers in advance."

There are priorities, and Louis made this decision.

At this point, all four lineages have been received and arranged.

Even though he didn't feel tired, Louis still stretched and looked at the blazing sun that was already heading straight for the center of the sky, muttering to himself.

"First, I need to go to Japan to absorb the nuclear energy, and at the same time cultivate the Five Elements Gathering, so that the two techniques complement each other and cultivate both body and mind. In addition, I need to distribute the Sun God Ritual, and I also need to study the general principles of the Star Array and modify the array ritual of the Ascension Technique..."

"Cultivation truly begins with the first step."

Louis shook his head, setting aside these unnecessary sighs, and walked out of the secret room.

He has always been very clear that he is different from ancient cultivators, or rather, there is a difference between the modern and the ancient.

In ancient times, everything was slow, even cultivation. It was common for a single seclusion to last for ten days, half a month, or even a year and a half.

Modern times are different; everything is fast-paced, and life moves at a rapid pace. He himself became immersed in spiritual practice, treating it as both a pleasure and a job, and naturally filled his time with it.

He didn't know if he would go astray by doing this, since ancient cultivation manuals always said to relax and be moderate, but he didn't feel tired at all, and even enjoyed it.

If you really asked him to put aside his spiritual practice and instead indulge in a life of luxury and outwitting ordinary people, he would find it boring.

That being the case.

So I decided to stick to my original plan and continue moving forward as I had intended.

"Hmm, let's first see how good-looking and professional the maids Uncle Fu hired for me are."

He was still very curious about the profession of maid.

……

In the villa.

The maids moved about, each performing their duties: some stood waiting for their masters, others cleaned the house, even though the floor was already spotless, and still others showcased their culinary skills in the kitchen…

With her radiant blonde hair, hot figure, and delicate face, Bee (Little Bee) is clearly a sexy beauty, and she is currently helping out in the kitchen.

She glanced at the kitchen, which could hold dozens or even hundreds of people, and gritted her teeth inwardly. Damn rich people! Damn capitalists! They are living vampires!
Look at this huge villa, look at this outrageously luxurious kitchen, abalone, Australian lobster, Wagyu beef, all the most luxurious ingredients!

She can't even eat it once a year!
If she had that kind of money, she could probably release an album and become a superstar, right?
Compared to joining an organization and painstakingly killing and collecting blood just to fulfill the demon's wishes, these guys who have a lot of money can easily do things that I can't. Money is just like the magic of the demon!
Just wait, I'll take your blood and rob you of your wealth in a little while!

The little bee was furious.

With a gentle smile, she took the silver plate and said, "I'll take it over first, so as not to miss the best taste of the food."

Another kitchen maid nodded, "Okay."

The little bee carried the stewed beef out of the kitchen.

The instant she left.

The maid behind him turned cold, took out her phone from somewhere, and dialed a number.

Then, turning his head to signal, a group of maids who had just been busy in the kitchen simultaneously put down what they were doing and followed him out. Small weapons were hidden at their waists and under their maid uniforms…

The maid who had noticed something amiss with the little bee naturally reported it to the head maid and Uncle Fu. Sure enough, after a thorough investigation, it was discovered that the little bee was not the original maid; she was an imposter.

Therefore, some of the maids who had received special agent training had already received orders regarding the little bees.

And so this scene unfolded.

It's not surprising that these maids are so professional, after all, they were carefully selected by Uncle Fu, who spent a lot of money to buy and train them.

The sexy, cult-affiliated assassin, Little Bee, is unaware that she has already been discovered.

She was still pondering the information she had gathered from exploring the villa over the past few days, as well as those strange places.

According to the information provided by the organization, the person who meets the blood requirements is in this villa, and based on several days of observation, she thinks that the most likely person is the owner of this villa, that sickly man.

It's strange that the sickly man was able to stay in the bedroom for half a month. She never saw him go to the toilet or eat anything. It's too strange.

Not only that, the villa's defenses were ridiculously strong. The organization spent a lot of effort, but they only managed to get her in by impersonation; none of the other people succeeded.

According to the organization's investigation, the owner of this villa is a very wealthy man, but even a very wealthy man cannot openly possess so many heavily armed personnel!

And there are the secrets of the villa, that frost-covered corridor and room...

She had a premonition that the owner of this place might, perhaps, possibly be in the same line of work as her.

They're conducting a heretical religious ceremony!

She licked her lips and walked toward the hall. As she passed through a certain corridor, she couldn't help but shiver, even though there were two walls between them.

That cult ritual may very well have taken place in this room in the corridor!
The little bee didn't do anything unnecessary; there were surveillance cameras here, so she had to be careful.

After placing the food on the dining table in the lobby according to procedure, the little bee bowed and backed away, but instead of returning to its proper place, it started walking upstairs.

As a professionally trained individual, her professional skills are beyond question.

She quickly bypassed the surveillance cameras and the other maids, and quietly went upstairs.

In the past few days, she had basically figured out the layout of the villa's rooms, and immediately headed towards Louis's room with a clear direction.

click -

A slight sound. !!!

Is nobody inside?
Without hesitation, the little bee was about to leave.

but.

Da da da--

A large number of footsteps sounded.

One by one, the dark muzzles of guns were pointed directly at the little bee.

Seeing the large number of people suddenly pouring out from the two entrances of the corridor, Little Bee was completely stunned.

No, why?

Unfortunately, no one would answer her question.

After a while.

in the hall.

Louis sat in his chair, eating the food in front of him.

I must say, Japanese Wagyu beef is quite something. The meat fibers are distinct but not tough, tender and juicy, and full of just the right amount of rich, fatty flavor. No wonder it dares to sell for such a high price in America, becoming a luxury item.

The little bees on the ground watched this scene and secretly swallowed their saliva.

"Uncle Fu, please book me a plane ticket to Nagasaki and Hiroshima, Japan."

"Okay, Master."

"Also, show this to the people in the villa. If any of them are capable of cultivation, send them to me."

Louis took out several pamphlets.

Inside was Louis's modified version of the black magic, which should now be called the Sun God's magic.

He wrote several different versions of the booklet. Apart from the portraits and the same Yang God's will, the other techniques were different in each book.

Uncle Fu took the booklets without asking any further questions.

After explaining a few more things.

Louis routinely ate a braised deer heart, and the maid beside him stepped forward to carefully wipe the corner of his mouth before continuing to stand by.

Looking at the little bee, he said, "Since I'm in a good mood, I won't search your soul directly. Tell me, what are you here for?"

Gumbling—

After a moment of silence, the little bee spoke.

"I'm……"

……

Just as the little bee decisively sold out her teammates.

Due to the recent English Purple Disaster incident, a large number of mystical beings have emerged, although most of them have gone to England.

But many also came to America, after all, this was the main location where the darkness descended.

Washington.

As the capital of the United States, this area may not have the same strong economy as New York, but it is still quite good, and various important national institutions are located here.

The idea of ​​missionary work, which involves taking a high-level approach, is a consensus among many. Therefore, Father Gabriel, who had only been here for a short time, also took this path.

Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be very popular in this Protestant-dominated land.

Snapped!
The door is closed.

Gabriel's tall frame now appeared somewhat disheveled.

Cotton and the others stood nearby, their brows furrowed and their expressions grim.

Although everyone shares the same beliefs, it is well known that the higher one's position, the less one believes in this thing, or rather, even if one does believe, it cannot outweigh one's inner desires.

Coupled with the obstruction from Protestants, their wish to build a cathedral here remains a distant dream.

"Damn government officials, they should just shove their size 42 feet up their asses so they don't have to walk!"

Just now, the government official refused to go to the land he had his eye on for approval, citing a lack of travel funds. Incidentally, the application to purchase the land to build a cathedral also fell through.

“Master, this is probably those Protestants trying to stop us again,” Father Cotton said from the side.

Having spent a long time in the lower classes, he had a deep understanding of American government officials and Protestants, and thus came to this conclusion directly.

Throughout history, heretics have been more hateful than evil creatures. Even if the other party is not considered a heretic, it is perfectly normal for them to dislike each other and sabotage each other.

Gabriel clenched his fists, a flash of anger crossing his brow.

If it weren't for the need to gain recognition, he could have simply forced the construction of the cathedral here. After all, while Catholicism is declining in America, it is not without power.

He just didn't want to do that, because it was meaningless; it was just a simple building and wouldn't get any real supporters!
They came to America to build a cathedral not only to fight against Protestantism, but also to shoulder the responsibility of missionary work, training new-style priests, and fighting against darkness. Without support, all of this would be difficult to carry out.

It seems we need to find a new breakthrough.

Either seek help from the church, or...

"Walk."

Gabriel suddenly turned around.

?

"Where are we going?"

"Go to the Southern State."

"We might get an opportunity there."

In the United States, perhaps due to historical factors from the Civil War, or perhaps due to conflicts between old and new interests, there has always been a subtle antagonism between the northern and southern states, and this trend is becoming increasingly apparent.

In his view, if this place doesn't work, then try another place, and if all else fails, then ask the Pope for help.

Behind him, the other priests and nuns followed, but Cotton stood there, somewhat stunned.

Southern states...

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes. It was there that his values ​​were reshaped, and it was there that he went to the exorcism academy to start a new life.

Are we going back now?

I wonder if I'll ever run into that person.

"Master, where exactly are we going?"

"Texas!"

(End of this chapter)