Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 392 Hastur, Goddess of Prosperity
Vinayak walked into the old house, which belonged to his grandfather and, theoretically, is now his.

However, his mother forbade him to come back back then because she was afraid. Until recently, his mother died of old age, and he could no longer control his inner desires.

He didn't want to be poor anymore.

He had had enough of watching others enjoy beautiful women and all sorts of luxuries every day, while he could only endure hunger and toil to earn money.

He wants to become a rich man!
Vinayak led his twelve-year-old son toward a house, the place where they used to live and where his great-grandmother had lived.

Sixteen years have passed, but he is certain that his great-grandmother is definitely not dead!
His son, Pande, looked curiously at the old house and the extremely dilapidated building. "Dad, is this the treasure you were talking about?"

Vinayak smiled. "Yes."

As he led his son inside, he recalled the scene from that time.

Something happened before I left.

At that time, my younger brother had an accident and fell off the wall. My mother took him to see a doctor. Before leaving, she asked him to deliver food to my great-grandmother and also gave her some instructions on taboos.

But he was too young then, and no match for his great-grandmother. He was easily fooled by her words and lost his attention, completely unaware that his great-grandmother, who wanted to eat him, had already run out of the house.

Fortunately, at the last second before his great-grandmother was about to bite him, he remembered his mother's instructions and called out that name, thus escaping death. His mother rushed back and rescued him. However, before leaving, his great-grandmother left a part of the secret behind the door.

It is precisely because of this secret that he has been unable to forget this place all these years.

It is clear.

Great-grandmother did it on purpose.

Tell him this secret, and as long as he still has greed, you won't have to worry about him not coming back.

as predicted.

As he grew up, he endured the hardships of life. Every day he lived in poverty, he thought of his great-grandmother.

Now, he's back.

Open the wooden door that was covered in dust.

What came into view was a horrifying scene.

His son screamed in fright, and the sound awakened the beings inside.

“Uh…” A heavy, hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, rang out, each sentence sounding hurried and brief.

“My descendants… I knew… you would… come back…”

"Greed is a curse... it flows through my blood..."

The one speaking was a skeleton!
A skeleton covered in weeds and dead trees!

Her flesh had vanished, leaving only her white bones, yellowed and filthy from the ravages of time. Weeds and withered trees drew sustenance from her flesh and took root in her, yet she was still alive, living a life worse than death.

Vinayak walked over, "I'm here, tell me about the treasure!"

"Quack quack..."

A hoarse, unpleasant laugh emanated from the fleshless skeleton. It was hard to imagine how a sound could be made without flesh, but monsters were inherently irrational. Vinayak didn't think about such things; his mind was filled with thoughts of treasure and gold coins.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll tell you, but you have to let me die..."

"it is good."

In a dark, dilapidated house, a skeleton reveals a secret to a greedy person.

soon.

Venaya came out, his eyes sparkling with excitement, while his son, Pande, was already shaking his hand, "Dad, let's go dig! I want to be rich too!"

The father and son picked up shovels and walked towards a spot on the ground in the old house. *Thud!*

Shovelful after shovelful of soil was dug out, and soon a large hole was opened, revealing a small well that had been deliberately sealed off inside.

The well cover of this small well is engraved with a thousand-armed, dignified goddess of prosperity.

Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity.

In Hindu mythology, she is an important goddess who governs the powers of wealth, harvest, food, and beauty.

Looking at the carving, Vinayak was thrilled.

It's true, what my great-grandmother said is true!
According to my great-grandmother, in mythology, the goddess of prosperity had many sons, the eldest of whom was named Hastur. He was the most greedy and mischievous, even stealing offerings from other gods, which angered the gods.

However, thanks to the protection of the goddess of prosperity, Hastur did not receive timely punishment. As Hastur's desires grew, he became increasingly emboldened and set his sights on the goddess of prosperity, who controlled infinite gold and infinite food.

Yes.

He stole the Goddess of Prosperity's infinite gold.

But the truth soon came out, and this time, no one protected Him; the gods cursed Him.

He will never be able to touch food, will be forever hungry, and will only exist as a monster, unable to receive the worship of the world.

In fact, the gods' punishment did not end there. They had already torn Him apart, stripped Him of His divine power, and even tried to kill Him. But at the last moment, the Goddess of Prosperity softened and pleaded with the gods to imprison Him in her womb for eternity.

This is both imprisonment and protection.

And this is the legendary womb of the goddess of prosperity!
The secret that my great-grandmother has been keeping all along!

Next, find Hastur, and you can use it to curse and obtain the infinite wealth originating from the goddess of prosperity...

Then, the father and son, seemingly tireless, opened the manhole cover and climbed inside.

The further down you climb, the more the wall changes, gradually turning from earthy yellow to blood red, like flesh and blood, and you can even see fine lines and protrusions like blood vessels.

But the father and son remained undaunted, and even climbed faster.

soon.

They went down to the deepest part.

Here, the walls have been completely transformed, writhing like flesh and blood, with some parts even pulsating slightly like a heart, covered in veins and strange smells.

Seeing all this, Vinayak shouted excitedly.

"It's a success! It's all real! Treasure! Treasure!"

"Wow!" Pandora's son cheered from the side.

"Let's go upstairs and get the flour and make dough figurines now."

The father and son climbed up again.

I was on my way to town to buy something.

But at this time, the typhoon was already approaching.

The town's magistrate saw the news on TV and was already urging everyone to hide, so no one was selling anything.

Vinayak gritted his teeth, kicked open the door of a shop, rushed in, grabbed half a bag of flour and a dough figurine for sacrifice, and ran away.

what?
typhoon?

Does it matter if a typhoon contains treasure?
He wasn't sure he'd die in the typhoon, and he'd be fine hiding in the well. But if he didn't get the gold coins, he felt like he'd be miserable right now!

The two ran towards the old house.

They had just run back to the old house.

Then the typhoon came.

The howling typhoon, like a pillar of wind piercing through the sky and the earth, stood tall on the ground, displaying its boundless power. Countless things on the ground were swept up and sucked into the black vortex.

The clouds were churning and rolling, and the heavy rain poured down like an overturned basin, accompanied by strong winds. The force was so great that it could even shatter glass!
"My God!"

Vinayak, who had just run back to the old house, was stunned.

At this moment, he admitted that he had been naive. This typhoon could indeed be deadly, and the high-caste lord in town had actually done something sensible!
"Quick, down into the well!" Vinayak shouted, snapping out of his daze. The father and son nimbly climbed down like monkeys, reaching the wellhead and looking at the rainwater pouring down from outside with terrified eyes.

After a short while, seeing that the area wouldn't be flooded anytime soon, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, it's so cold."

"Don't worry about the cold, it'll pass in a bit. Now let's go down the well."

"The treasure is the most important thing."

"Oh."

The two opened the manhole cover and slid down using the rope.

In the sky.

Louis's every thought was swept away by the raging wind, penetrating every crevice. Soon.

Everything here is readily available.

"Hastur, womb of the goddess of prosperity, infinite wealth."

"Tabard?"

Louis, now one with the wind, opened his eyes, and the image of this horror movie quickly flashed through his mind.

I remember watching this Indian horror film in a past life. It was a pretty good film. On the surface, it's a horror film, but it's actually a film about human nature. The story it tells is quite interesting. At the time, many people were discussing how to use modern methods to acquire more gold coins, which perfectly fits the film's theme—greed.

However, in reality...

This thing isn't very good.

Because it involves deities.

It is well known that Indian mythology has always been exaggerated to an absurd degree, but this is a common characteristic of many mythologies. If they don't exaggerate their power, how can they demonstrate their strength and deceive people to make money?

In this strange world.

The gods in Hindu mythology certainly existed, but they were definitely not as far-fetched as depicted in myths; otherwise, Christianity would not be the dominant religion today.

I wonder what the gods look like in India, and what about the boundless wealth and the goddess's womb.

Louis's mind was torn in two.

While continuing to control the typhoon's rampage, it followed the wind to the well, transforming into a gentle breeze to observe everything.

A cave that looks like flesh and blood.

Is this the goddess's uterus?
Louis looked at this place from God's perspective and discovered that it was actually related to God!
His eyesight couldn't even see through the wall!

That's when.

Vinayak and his companion took action.

They first sprinkled flour around the rope, then carefully took out a dough figurine.

The moment the person in front of you appears.

"Roar!"

A strange, unusual noise occurred.

A humanoid monster, wearing a crown and a belt, with no skin and exposed muscle texture, emerged from the wall, jumped down, and pounced straight at them.

boom! !

It was blocked as soon as it rushed over.

Flour was like a taboo, something to be avoided.

In mythology, Hastur was cursed to be unable to touch food, and since flour is food, it was unable to touch it, thus forming a unique form of defense.

But this did not last.

sizzle-

As time passed, the flour was being rapidly devoured by this wall of flesh and blood.

This is the womb of the goddess of prosperity, where all food is swallowed up.

"quick!"

Vinayak roared.

The son, Pande, threw the dough figurine he was holding.

Hastur pounced and grabbed the dough figure, starting to eat it. It was so hungry that it had lost its mind. This dough figure was an offering, something it could devour.

While it devours the offerings.

The father and son lifted the pocket at its waist, and a large amount of gold coins poured out and scattered on the ground.

The small pocket, no bigger than the palm of your hand, contained dozens of gold coins.

Both of them took some, and seeing that the dough figurines were almost finished, they quickly grabbed the rope and climbed up.

According to my great-grandmother, you must not be bitten by Hastur, otherwise you will be infected with the curse and turn into a monster like Hastur, just like my great-grandmother. She was bitten by Hastur during a treasure hunt because she was greedy and failed to escape in time.

But they still made a mistake.

The two men were at odds; their son, Pande, was too young and his strength and speed were far inferior to those of the adult Vinayak.

Hastur was already chasing after them along the rope.

Vinayak gritted his teeth, glanced at his son, a conflict flashing in his eyes, and finally looked at the sack of flour in his hand, determined to give it a try; if it didn't work...

Fortunately, some flour remained in the flour bag, which successfully worked its purpose, sprinkling it on Hastur and the others' faces.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Accompanied by the monster's screams.

The two successfully jumped out of the well and quickly slammed the well shut.

"Dad, look, gold coins."

Pande held the gold coins, his eyes gleaming with greed.

Vinayak also looked excited.

The fear and trepidation I felt just moments ago have vanished, replaced only by excitement.

Vinayak had already figured out how to spend the money. He was determined to eat and drink well, go to a club, and sleep with ten beautiful women!

Yes, we need to go to the city...

Thoughts froze at that moment.

No, the entire area came to a standstill at that moment.

Louis took shape with the wind.

The gold coin slipped from Vinayac's hand and flew into Louis's.

Give it a gentle pinch.

The gold coins turned into gold dust, lingering in the palm of the hand.

"It's actually real gold."

It is not an illusion, nor a temporary change in matter, but real, tangible gold that can last forever!
Ok.

It seems that the pouch that can spew out endless gold is a divine artifact of the goddess of prosperity.

Louis had an idea.

Gold is a special resource that cannot be artificially manufactured.

This resource has a wide range of uses. For example, the Daoist weapon technique he just mastered can be greatly improved by adding gold. Gold can also be used in other techniques and magical artifacts.

However, his own magic is not yet capable of converting matter into large quantities of gold; only by consuming precious divine power can it be produced in large quantities.

If you obtain this divine artifact.

Would that save divine power?
Moreover, that's a divine artifact...

Louis admitted that he too had felt greed at that moment.

I want this amazing artifact.

But this doesn't mean Louis will go down.

Ha ha.

A place that resembles a goddess's uterus, should we go down?
Louis was not yet blinded by greed.

He has a better way.

Sometimes, if you want to do something, you have to be direct.

Louis vanished like the wind.

Everything before my eyes began to flow again.

But before the Vinayak father and son could rejoice for long, they saw that the amount of rainwater sweeping in from the hole in front of them had suddenly increased, and the wind had become even stronger!
(End of this chapter)