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

Chapter 165 I risked my life to invite the gods
The old man's chopsticks fell to the table with a clatter, his cloudy eyes widening in shock. He stood up shakily, and involuntarily wanted to kneel down.

"You...you are..."

Han Yun quickly helped the old man up, and the divine light that only the extraordinary could see instantly disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of an ordinary young man: "Elder Ji, please don't misunderstand, this is just a little trick of mine."

Ji Yuan took a few deep breaths to calm down, and when he sat back down on the stool, his eyes had completely changed.

"This old man is almost in his grave, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone achieve such a level of divine performance. Kid, this is no ordinary sorcery!"

"There are indeed some differences."

Han Yun picked up a piece of Guagua and put it in his mouth, feeling the spiciness explode on his tongue, then laughed and said, "Do you think it's possible that I was originally a god?"

"god……?"

The old man shook his head: "I've dealt with gods my whole life. Do you think I don't understand what the true nature of gods is?"

Gods are man-made, and the power of public opinion can be immense. The god you believe in exists because of your belief. The spiritual power of an individual is insignificant, but the spiritual power of a group is extremely strong.

It is precisely because people endow deities with certain meanings, authority, and preconceived notions that the concept of "deity" came into being.

It is the collective will of all living beings!
Therefore, in Ji Yuan's understanding, since the power of the gods originates from all living beings, they should fulfill their due responsibilities to people.

Therefore, this shaman believes in and worships the gods, but he is not obsessed with them. The existence of the shaman is to better utilize the power of the incense offerings to serve the people, rather than using the name of the gods to bewitch people and satisfy his own selfish desires.

God is neither good nor evil; evil has always been found only in the human heart.

This power, if used for good, will be good; if used for evil, it will be evil.

Now if you tell him, "I am a living god," do you think he will believe you?
Where exactly did Han Yun's incense offerings and prayers come from?
Do you still remember the worship that people made of Han Yun in the Ming Dynasty?
Little Prince Han!

The Holy Lord who punishes evil and protects the people!

After Han Yun collected these incense offerings and prayers, they were purified and refined in the inner space, transforming into extremely pure faith power.

Subsequently, Han Yun used the energy in the inner space and a thought to create his divine avatar, and infused it with the power of faith.

In other words, Han Yun is a deity in a certain sense, the Manifestation Saint True Lord who wields the White Calf and Black Horse Twin Blades!
In the Ming Dynasty world, its status was almost equal to that of Zhong Kui. Both were gods who subdued demons and killed ghosts, and who responded to the needs of the world. The white calf and black horse even transformed into a soul-stealing assistant god beside the Manifestation Saint True Lord, not to mention that Jiajing led his officials to offer sacrifices to it many times.

The existence of the national fortune-telling deity allowed Han Yun's incense offerings and prayers to accumulate to an extremely terrifying level very quickly.

However, this avatar of the Manifestation Saint True Monarch had always been kept in Han Yun's inner space and had never been manifested.

Han Yun didn't take the old man's denial to heart. Instead, he looked at the old man's slightly ruddy face, examined him for a moment, and then sighed, "Old man, no wonder you're retiring next year. I'm afraid you only have a little over a year left to live."

Despite his seemingly vigorous appearance, in Han Yun's eyes, the old man before him was already dim-witted, weak in life force, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, and probably nearing the end of his life.

And this great shaman is still leading the gods to bless the people today, for more than 30 years, which is truly a great merit!

Do you really think it's that easy for shamans to summon gods?

As the saying goes: It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away!
But little did they know, even invoking the gods was difficult!
Although deities are merely illusions, it still requires a price to separate them from the essence of one's own image.

Spirits are ethereal and illusory beings. The essence of a deity is spiritual belief, unlike a complete spirit; it is fragmented, yet it is these millions of fragments that piece together a "deity"!
People offer incense to statues of gods, therefore, the smoke and dust from incense are the best objects to carry the power of the gods' wishes.

Only by lighting incense can the "deities" be gathered from all directions; however, this incense must be lit by the high priest with his life and spiritual cultivation.

I risk my life to invite the gods to come and bestow blessings upon the human world!

Only someone like him could be worthy of being the temple priest of Fuxi, the ancestor of mankind.

Hearing Han Yun's sigh, the old man said frankly, "I've lived for over a hundred years, and I've had enough of living. It's just that I haven't been able to decide on the chief priest."

"They all want to compete for my position as the chief priest, but they only care about my glory in front of others. All the hard work they put into cultivating their lives for a year is wasted on this day."

“These younger generations are not skilled enough in cultivating their life force, so they cannot invite all the gods. Their own virtue is also insufficient. They are all useless, and it makes this old man anxious.”

Upon hearing this, Han Yun tapped his fingertips lightly on the wooden table and suddenly said, "Elder Ji, how about I help you with this?"

"How can I help?" The old man couldn't help but become interested.

“I can help you select and train a qualified successor.” Han Yun withdrew his wish power. “In exchange, I would like to borrow the ancient shamanistic texts from the Fuxi Temple.”

The old man remained silent for a long time, then suddenly grinned and said, "You little rascal, you know how to do business. Alright, those books, you can't take them with you when you die. If you want to read them, so be it."

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Two days later, in the backyard of the Fuxi Temple.

Han Yun stood beneath an ancient cypress tree, before whom stood seven temple priests dressed in various colored robes. The oldest of these men was no more than fifty, and the youngest was only in his early twenties; all were outstanding figures from temples throughout Qin Prefecture.

"This young friend Han will be on my behalf to examine you all," Ji Yuan said, standing on the veranda with his cane. "Those who pass will receive my Witchcraft's Righteous Law."

The younger temple keepers looked disdainful, and one of them, a red-faced man, sneered, "Old man, isn't it against the rules to send an outsider to test us?"

"Rules?" Ji Yuan suddenly slammed his cane heavily on the ground. "In the Fuxi Temple, my word is the rule!"

The temple keepers immediately fell silent, not daring to say another word, for they genuinely respected this old man.

If I really upset him, the elders in the family will definitely scold me!

Han Yun smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, and said calmly, "Everyone, there's no need to be nervous. Today's test is very simple; just pass my 'Heart-Testing'!"

The temple priests were about to ask more questions when a golden divine image appeared behind Han Yun. Its face was exactly the same as Han Yun's, majestic and awe-inspiring, with divine power like a prison!

The divine figure's eyes were like torches, and his two swords, one white and one black, were crossed, their cold light chilling, as if they could cut down all evil spirits in the world.

The seven temple keeper froze on the spot, feeling an immense pressure descend upon them, as if they were being watched by some supreme being, making it difficult even to breathe.

Indeed: There are gods watching from above!

(End of this chapter)