Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 164 Chief Priest of the Fuxi Temple

"Inviting" means informing all temples through rituals such as shamanistic dances, opening their doors to invite the gods from all directions to the Fuxi Ancestral Temple to worship Fuxi.

The hundred or so deities whose power I saw earlier were probably invited by this great shaman from the local temples in Qinzhou.

The ability to invoke the power of so many deities simultaneously not only demonstrates their cultivation level but also their extensive network of connections.

This is why Han Yun called him "Great Witch Master," because even the vicious Xia Liuqing of Quanxing would be no match for him.

"Zhu" means to open the mountain shape to inform all the gods and spirits to fulfill their duties and offer various blessings to people, such as increasing their fortune and longevity and removing bad luck.

This process involves reciting prayers for the chief priest, and the gods bestowing blessings upon everyone. This was also the strange scene that Han Yun had witnessed before.

"Sacrifice" is a ritual to gather gods and common people together at the Ancestral Temple to worship ancestors, pray for peace, abundant harvests, and the protection of the nation.

However, after the "blessing" ritual, these divine wishes clearly no longer have the power to perform the "sacrifice".

The "sacrifice" is actually similar to the purpose of the Luotian Grand Ritual, rising to the level of the Divine Land, which cannot be carried out by the power of the wishes of a mere hundred gods.

More elaborate ceremonies, such as the Luotian Grand Ritual, the Putian Grand Ritual, and the Zhoutian Grand Ritual, can protect the country and its people, and invite all the deities of the ten directions and three realms to descend.

In ancient times, when natural disasters or calamities struck, dynasties would hold grand Taoist rituals at places like Longhu Mountain to appease the calamities through prayer and the power of the unseen forces.

For example, the Luotian Grand Ritual during the Song Dynasty was held for forty-nine days by the Celestial Master Xujing to quell the plague. However, in the present day, the Luotian Grand Ritual has become more like a ceremony for selecting a Celestial Master.

Where did the real Luotian Grand Ritual go?
Answer: In the Heavenly Master's Teachings!

Another skill has been "sealed"!

Perhaps it's because this tradition is too "abnormal".

Therefore, when it comes to utilizing the power of incense and prayers, Taoism and Buddhism are the true experts. The divine mask, to put it bluntly, is just a thief.

The divine mask is just one development direction of the shamanic sect. Not all shamans are so bold as to directly steal the faith of the gods, or even to play the god and transform into a god.

Most people obtain divine favor through prayer and supplication.

This process is often referred to as "worshiping the divine," and includes methods such as spirit summoning, invoking gods, temple keeper, spirit mediums, and even some shamanic disciples who specialize in summoning spirits and deities.

Some highly accomplished Taoist masters can command the power of lower-ranking deities, as exemplified by the great shaman we met today.

Although this great shaman You achieved his current situation by relying on the divine power of Fuxi, he is still a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister. Normally, you have to give me some face.
Not to mention the vast number of Taoist patriarchs, and the interconnectedness of patriarchs from various schools and sects, such as the Yellow Turban Warrior Talisman and the Six Ding and Six Jia Talisman. Do you really think the word "edict" in them is a joke?
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After the ceremony, the crowd gradually dispersed. Han Yun stood under the ancient cypress tree in front of the temple, watching the white-haired priest pack up the ritual implements.

After he finished tidying up, Han Yun strolled forward and bowed to him, saying, "I am Han Yun, a wandering cultivator, and I greet the Great Shaman You!"

Upon hearing this, the white-haired priest paused slightly in his movements. He slowly straightened his hunched back, and his cloudy eyes suddenly gleamed as he looked the young man up and down.

Then, he pretended to be deaf and dumb and said, "What witchcraft or not, young man, you've got the wrong person!"

Han Yun smiled slightly, looked up at the sun in the sky, and said, "It's getting late. How about I treat you to a meal?"

"That's great! I've worked up a sweat and I'm starving!" the white-haired priest said, opening his mouth which had only a few teeth left.

"What would the old man like to eat?" "On this cold day, wouldn't it be wonderful to have a bowl of 'Guagua' (a type of sweet soup)?"

"Okay, would you like nothing else, sir?"

The old man grinned: "That's enough!"

Guagua is generally unknown to people from other places. It is known as the "number one delicacy in Qinzhou". It is made mainly from buckwheat starch and has a fragrant, spicy, soft and tender taste.

Its history can be traced back to the Western Han Dynasty. Its production process is unique, requiring it to be shredded by hand and then mixed with seasonings such as chili oil and sesame paste, making it extremely delicious.

Han Yun smiled upon hearing this and nodded, saying, "Then let's go and try the authentic Qinzhou Guagua."

The two followed the dispersing crowds of the temple fair and turned into an old street. The cobblestone path was lined with mottled old walls, and the air was filled with the aroma of chili oil.

The old man led Han Yun into an inconspicuous little shop, familiar with the place. The wooden door creaked, and inside there were only four square tables, with a copper pot steaming on the stove.

"Same as always, extra chili!" the old man called out into the inner room, then turned to Han Yun: "How much chili do you want?"

Han Yun smiled and said, "Same as you!"

When the steaming hot buckwheat noodles were served, the bright red chili oil reflected the aroma of the buckwheat noodles. The old man didn't stand on ceremony and immediately started munching on the noodles.

When he was sweating profusely from eating, he pulled out a small copper wine flask from his pocket, tilted his head back and took a big gulp before letting out a long sigh: "That was satisfying!"

"Speaking of which, what do you want with me, kid? Judging from your accent, you're from out of town, and you don't have any incense smoke on you. You shouldn't be involved in this matter of the chief priest, right?"

"High Priest?"

Han Yun's expression shifted slightly.

Later, through the old man's explanation, Han Yun learned the details of the situation.

Most of the temple priests in Qinzhou belong to the lineage of shamans and sorcerers, which has been around for a long time. Although they are not prominent in the world of supernatural beings, there are still dozens of them who have spontaneously formed a group.

This old man, named Ji Yuan, is the temple keeper of the Fuxi Temple. He has been in the position of chief priest for more than 30 years and will retire next year.

People from other temples all wanted to compete for this position, so they were secretly vying for it.

The person who succeeds to the position of chief priest naturally becomes the next temple keeper of the Fuxi Temple, receiving the shamanic inheritance from the old man.

"Is that so?"

Han Yun seemed to be thinking about something, and immediately stated his purpose, saying that he was just someone who was slightly interested in the art of witchcraft and had no intention of becoming the chief priest.

The old man smiled and nodded: "Your Qi is pure and noble, your life is pure, and your incense and vows are mixed. You should not want to be associated with incense and vows, otherwise wouldn't that ruin your cultivation?"

Han Yun shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true!"

"Who says I can't deal with incense offerings and prayers?"

At that moment, Han Yun suddenly transformed into a different image in the old man's eyes: majestic and awe-inspiring, with an imposing presence, radiant as if a god had descended to earth.

(End of this chapter)