Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 13 The Way of God, Methods of Propagation

Scholar Ma patiently explained the "Mathematical Classic" to Chen Shunan, but finding that Chen Shunan was truly confused and didn't understand, he then said with great distress...
"The stupidity of our people is due to the closed-mindedness of our Holy Dynasty! Such a simple truth, which even a three-year-old should understand, is something that even a strong and healthy warrior cannot comprehend! It is a pity, a tragedy, and a lament!"

Chen Shunan remained expressionless, but his regret grew stronger.

Fortunately, Scholar Ma was not an inflexible old-fashioned person. He immediately realized his words were inappropriate and showed a hint of apology on his face.
"It's just that Mr. Ma is too blunt. He should have been more tactful, more tactful..."

Chen Shunan looked at Ma Xiucai with a cold face, remained silent for a few moments, and then asked,
"In your wise opinion, how should our Holy Dynasty govern with openness and enlightenment, and how should the people of our nation be enlightened?"

Scholar Ma sat on a small stool and invited Chen Shunan to sit on the wooden stool opposite him, before speaking in a low voice.
"We must use the most accurate compass to get this wrecked ship to shore as quickly as possible!"
The Holy Dynasty has existed for nine hundred years, but it is corrupt and rotten, like a dilapidated ship adrift at sea, about to be swallowed by the storm. Those at the helm only know how to enjoy peaceful times; once a storm hits, they panic and make one foolish decision after another.
Those who incite others to rebel, or even destroy ships and oars, will only make the ship sink faster.

There are also those who take the opportunity to amass wealth, instead of trying to reach the shore as soon as possible, they harass good people there, and even think that if this ship is broken, they can just change to another one.

The last type is the ordinary people who drift aimlessly, going with the flow.

Suddenly, a turbulent yet restrained light shone in Ma Xiucai's eyes as he spoke.
“Brother Shun’an, with these four types of people around, the Holy Dynasty is doomed. The only hope lies outside, not inside.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan's face showed a mixture of shock and emotion.

This is a warning to the world, a saying of great minds. It requires a keen and comprehensive understanding of the Holy Dynasty from top to bottom.

If Ma Xiucai were to take the imperial examination today, or even write a paper that would make him the top scholar, he would surely face... the execution of his entire family!
Chen Shunan looked confused: "Huh? Sir, I don't understand what you're saying..."

"you!"

Ma Xiucai glared at Chen Shunan with annoyance, blowing his nose and glaring at him.

He knew perfectly well that Chen Shunan was faking his madness.

He had kept these words to himself for a long time, and dared not even confide them to his classmates and close friends.

The only one in front of him, Brother Shun'an, was clearly a boatman and a martial artist, but Ma Xiucai had been surprised to discover many years ago that Chen Shun'an had a kind of demeanor that was out of place with others and with the world.

Although Chen Shunan hid it very well, Ma Xiucai still vaguely sensed it.

Scholar Ma sighed.

“I have a good friend who has returned from overseas and told me that the world has changed. There are phonographs that can talk, telescopes that allow ordinary people to see thousands of miles away, and astronomical instruments that record the territory, mountains and rivers of the world.”

Various political parties and societies sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

A teacher need not be more virtuous than his disciple, nor a disciple need not be inferior to his teacher. The term "teacher" has been freed from the heavy and cumbersome kinship ties of inheritance, and has become a public and beneficial form of education.

We do not interfere with or force people's beliefs; some even believe in chopsticks or brooms.

Scholar Ma looked longingly at the sight, momentarily lost in thought.

Chen Shunan suddenly asked, "In your esteemed opinion, if one wishes to establish a religion and gather faith in the Holy Dynasty, how should one proceed?"

The Changbai Holy Dynasty appears to have no gods.

Only the immortals occasionally reveal a sliver of their scales.

Especially after Chen Shunan became a god and refined the divine spark of the [Great Emperor of the Netherworld Abyss], he vaguely sensed it...

There was not a single god in the entire world.

This is completely contrary to common sense.

Temples everywhere are bustling with worshippers, yet there are no deities who offer food or incense and appear before people.

except him.

I alone am God.

Ma Xiucai looked at Chen Shunan in surprise.

It's unclear why Chen Shunan, who has always been extremely averse to and avoided such macro-level principles like the plague, has suddenly become so interested in the concept of faith.

But since he was in a rare good mood today, Scholar Ma couldn't help but say a few more words.

"That's simple. It's nothing more than first establishing oneself as a god, proclaiming oneself as some great emperor or heavenly king, then spreading heresies and displaying one's divine power before the people; smashing or absorbing other faiths to establish one's own unique path, while simultaneously writing books and biographies to confirm that one's own existence is in accordance with the will of Heaven, thus being born in response to the times! Then build high walls, store up grain, and slowly declare oneself king, accumulating power."

After a few years of development, they will naturally be crushed by my Holy Dynasty, without exception.

Chen Shunan's lips twitched.

Ma Xiucai's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily a few times.

“Brother Shun’an, Brother Shun’an, our Holy Dynasty has lasted for nine hundred years. What storms haven’t we weathered? How many self-proclaimed sages and teachers, if they dared to show their faces, would be met with the Emperor’s attention and their entire families would be wiped out. However…”

At this point, Scholar Ma revealed a meaningful smile and said,

"There is a way, though. It is to join it, integrate into it, and become it."

Chen Shunan's breathing quickened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

His divine path requires the support of wells and springs, and the ferry crossings of the four seas, in order to complete his ascension.

All of these were controlled by the 'benefit-seeking class' of the Changbai Holy Dynasty.

At fifty years old, Chen Shunan has passed the age of impulsive passion and no longer thinks about fighting the whole world on his own.

Instead, he prefers to use the rules and regulations to slowly and safely move his hips up and reserve a spot.

Then, silently dig a huge pit for the Holy Dynasty, and then unleash a devastating bomb.

Fortunately, he was leaning against the puddles and was already on the road.

"Why didn't you join it sooner, sir? Why are you so stubborn and inflexible? If you need money, I, Chen, am willing to help you out."

The more Chen Shunan got to know Ma Xiucai, the more he realized that Ma Xiucai was a talented person.

He just wanted to complete the angel round of investment as soon as possible, so that he could help Ma Xiucai when he climbed to a high position.

Scholar Ma shook his head.
"No, no! My father left a letter written in blood before his death, instructing me to always live an honest and upright life. How could I, Ma, betray my family's teachings and bribe the academy?"

Chen Shunan sighed deeply and said no more.

After that, the two seemed to have forgotten their previous conversation.

One continued reciting and copying poems, while the other silently listened and practiced martial arts.

Half an hour later, Chen Shunan bid farewell to Ma Xiucai.

He then quickly walked out of the courtyard and pushed the waterwheel parked in the corner.

They filled the water tank at the fresh produce store, bought two bundles of fruit, and then went to the slightly more distant Firecracker Courtyard to deliver blessed water to an old blind man.

along the way,

Chen Shunan felt a slight tremor in his joints, his legs pushed off the ground, and his qi and blood, originating from his heart, flowed through his limbs and bones, passing through the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of his feet.

Finally, the contents were absorbed and stored inside the skeleton, which was like a sponge dehydrated.

In this back and forth, Chen Shunan clearly sensed that his strength had made subtle progress.

Pushing a cart to deliver water is also a form of spiritual practice. During a break, Chen Shunan looked thoughtful, still recalling his conversation with Ma Xiucai.

Faith is a broad and complex concept.

This is a token of gratitude for the water diversion project.

And so are fear, worship, filial piety, and longing.

Some ancient gods, however, were accompanied by death and misfortune, and their powers were of no use in saving the world; instead, they were all adept at destroying it.

Yet their incense remains strong, and their faith endures.

Fish, due to their extremely strong reproductive ability, overlapped with the primitive and simple fertility worship of our ancestors, thus also forming a totem worship.

Many acquired and innate deities are related to fish, water, rivers, mountains, and streams.

Chen Shunan couldn't help but speculate.

By doing good to one's believers and benefactors, one can obtain desires.

Can one also obtain desires by bringing fear and death to one's opponents and enemies through 'evil'?
"Green hemp..."

Chen Shunan murmured the name, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Nearly fifty years old, the Water Emperor feared violence.

The young sesame is too young; youth means endless possibilities.

Moreover, he was too clever and astute. Despite being so difficult by Ahua and himself, he knew how to remain calm and humble.

too frightening.

What if one day, a greenhorn really does get lucky and is blessed with good fortune, and grows up?

Want to settle scores with past enemies one by one and avenge past humiliations?
How am I, this skinny old man who only knows how to push a cart and deliver water, supposed to cope?
Thinking of this, Chen Shunan sighed.

Having just finished his water delivery for the day, he turned the water truck around and returned to Weiheng Street.

After taking his long gown, he no longer went to the teahouse to listen to music.

go home directly.

Therefore, let's nip all potential dangers and lurking talents in the bud.

After Wan Niang finished her dinner.

Chen Shunan took a medicinal bath as usual.

At the same time, he took out a bottle of second-rate medicine called "Dragon Elephant Bone Tempering Pill".

This elixir has the effect of stimulating blood and qi, and promoting the secretion of bone marrow. It is a common supplementary medicine for second-rate martial artists.

It was purchased by Chen Shunan yesterday in disguise at the ghost market in Banno Tsuto.

The price is more than 20% higher than the market price; this bottle alone costs 10 taels of silver.

But it's safe and reliable, and you don't have to worry about your identity being leaked.

For Chen Shunan at this stage, it is well worth using money to solve difficulties and avoid risks.

The elixir enters the abdomen.

A surge of powerful energy suddenly erupted, eventually condensing into a seed of energy that traveled along the eight extraordinary meridians and merged into the bones.

A series of crisp cracking sounds emanated from its bones, and it suddenly emitted a faint light, its surface appearing as if covered in jade.

After a few breaths, everything fell silent and returned to normal.

According to the novel "Flesh Immortal", the first step to reaching the second level is to "store blood".

It stores one's own qi and blood in the bones, thereby warming and nourishing the bone marrow.

The "Flesh Immortal" technique can store blood 36 times, and each time it is stored, there will be a significant improvement.

After 36 times of perfection, one achieves second-rate perfection.

However, due to the lack of a good teacher to guide him, Chen Shunan only knew what to do, but not why.

I was completely clueless about the concept of 'blood storage' and could only follow the instructions verbatim.

"Learning martial arts is really expensive... my money."

The effects of the medicine gradually wore off.

Feeling his blood and qi surge again, Chen Shunan felt both joy and pain.

It was late at night, and the hustle and bustle of the street receded like the tide.

A strong wind swept through the alley, making the metal guardrails under the eaves clang and rattle.

Chen Shunan got up to wipe away the water stains and changed into a tight-fitting outfit with special stitching that would not make a sound when the wind was blowing.

He then bent down, dragged the bed to the side, and lifted up a section of the floorboards at the back.

There was a rope end under the board. Pulling the rope end revealed a hidden compartment.

There's a lot hidden inside.

The hanging knot, reinforced with 'fish scale knots', was coiled into a ball, stained with blood.

The throwing knives, each with a blade as thin as paper and shaped like a willow leaf, numbered twelve in total. They were as white as new, showing that Chen Shunan had taken great care of them.

In addition, there are some bottles and jars.

Chen Shunan took out the hanging knot, lifted his clothes, and wrapped it around his waist and hips.

He then took out throwing knives and inserted them into easily accessible places such as the inside of his thighs and calves, his arms, and his chest.

Chen Shunan restored everything to its original state, then sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word, adjusting his internal energy.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, almost making the empty room seem to glow white.

Night is deep.

After the second watch gong sounded, a gust of north wind suddenly swept by, making the leaves rustle.

Dark clouds swept by, completely obscuring the moonlight.

As the clouds dispersed and the moon shone brightly, a pale, white light streamed into the bedroom through the crack in the door.

Where is Chen Shunan now?

　Diejia: This is an alternate history; please do not take it personally. The method of spreading the teachings is also fabricated and cannot withstand scrutiny; please do not imitate it…

　　
　
(End of this chapter)