Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 187 Literary Qi Soars to the Heavens! At this moment, the Heavenly Court was shaken!
"What?! From the sky?!"

Wang Yiming froze on the spot: "No, bro... you're not thinking of doing those two moves from earlier into the air, are you? No, what exactly are you trying to do?"

As they spoke, the Hu family temple was not far away.

Lu Chen pointed out the window: "We're almost there, let's take care of business first."

"Squeak-"

The car came to a steady stop in front of the Hu Family Temple.

The head of the Hu family had already led his men to wait at the door.

"Young Master Wang!"

The head of the Hu family bowed, his face beaming, and personally opened the car door: "I never expected you to grace our humble Hu family with your presence. It is truly an honor for our family!"

"Patriarch Hu, enough with the nonsense. Is everything arranged? My brother is the real guest today, so he must be treated with the utmost hospitality!"

"Yes, yes, of course. By the way, who is this young master...?"

The head of the Hu family saw that Lu Chen was unusually young, even younger than his own son, and assumed he was from a prestigious family.

"Lu Chen from the Lu family of Jiangdu. Greetings to the head of the Hu family." Lu Chen nodded in greeting.

"The Lu family of Jiangdu?" The head of the Hu family frowned slightly.

I've never heard of this family.

Besides the Wang family, what other prominent families are there in the entire Jiang Province?
Wang Yiming saw through his thoughts at a glance and sneered: "Patriarch Hu, you should have seen the battle between the eight Dharma Aspects in Rongcheng today, right?"

"Of course, Young Master Wang. I witnessed the whole thing, and I still can't believe it!"

"Hehe, that miracle was done by my brother."

Wang Yiming's inexplicably proud words had barely fallen when...

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone at the door froze in place, dumbfounded.

"Master Hu, please lead the way."

Lu Chen didn't have time to see their shock and went straight to the point.

"Oh! Very well! Young Master Lu, this way please!"

The head of the Hu family broke out in a cold sweat and immediately stepped aside to lead the way, his tone becoming increasingly respectful: "It is truly a great honor for our Hu family temple to have you two here today!"

Lu Chen responded with a smile from time to time, while his gaze surveyed the layout of the temple.

Judging from its size, the Hu family is also a newly wealthy family.

It is not large in size.

As the group passed the bulletin board in the lobby, Lu Chen deliberately used his spiritual sense to probe it.

There are three achievements in publicity displayed on the bulletin board.

There is one S-rank demon dungeon and three A-rank dungeons.

The bottom also bears the inscription: "[Hu Family Temple has been established for fifty years]".

"Taking an S-class title once every fifty years? Their strength... isn't actually that bad."

After all, they don't have cheat codes.

Lu Chen suddenly remembered something and turned to Wang Yiming beside him: "By the way, Young Master Wang, how many high-level missions has your Wang family won in total?"

You mean the kind on the bulletin board?

"Correct."

"Eight S-class and one SS-class."

“SS-level?!” Lu Chen raised an eyebrow and gave a thumbs up: “As expected of the only prestigious family in Jiang Province.”

"Well, it was all done by several families working together. No one could handle a mission of that level. It was all done by several powerful families risking their lives together, and then splitting the credit equally in the end."

Lu Chen: "That's not easy either."

"It wasn't easy," Wang Yiming said in a deep voice. "In that battle, my Wang family lost six fifth-grade spirit practitioners and one sixth-grade one. Throughout the entire mission, our four major sects combined lost a total of three seventh-grade spirit practitioners, eight sixth-grade spirit practitioners, fifteen fifth-grade spirit practitioners, and four fourth-grade spirit practitioners... The casualties exceeded two hundred."

A series of shocking numbers came crashing down, even Lu Chen couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

The spiritualist who killed the Dragon King's thirteenth son in Longhu County was only a sixth-rank cultivator.

In the battle that Wang Yiming mentioned, three seventh-rank officials were actually killed.

The dangers involved are unimaginable.

During the conversation, they arrived at the incense shop.

Lu Chen didn't ask any more questions.

"Young Master Lu, which fragrance would you like?"

"Regular ones are fine, give me twenty sticks."

He scanned the QR code to pay.

"Ordinary incense?" Wang Yiming was stunned. "Brother, what's your Wenchang Emperor's level of divine favor?"

He thought he would at least start with black incense.

Ordinary fragrance?

Is it possible that the degree of service to the Wenchang Emperor is less than 5%?
impossible.

Lu Chen just smiled, took the incense, and left.

A moment later, outside the Wenchang Hall.

Temple security had already cleared the area, keeping all the worshippers outside the cordon.

The hall was completely empty.

Lu Chen and his group just appeared—

"Why should we have to make way for them every time they come? We are also pilgrims, and we also paid money!"

In the crowd, a young voice couldn't help but protest loudly.

Lu Chen looked in the direction of the sound and found a boy who was about the same age as himself.

The other person's shout immediately ignited the emotions of the surrounding worshippers, who all echoed his words.

"Yeah, we paid to come here too, why should we get to pay more?"

The head of the Hu family frowned and gave a wink to the person beside him.

The two subordinates understood and immediately walked towards the student.

"and many more."

Lu Chen stopped the two men, then walked straight to the student, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I really have urgent business to attend to today, so I'll be using the Wenchang Hall temporarily. Please bear with me."

The student, who was initially seething with anger, was stunned when Lu Chen took the initiative to apologize with such a humble and polite attitude.

Most of his anger dissipated immediately.

“…Alright, then please go ahead. I was being presumptuous just now.” The young man returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute.

He could certainly tell that this group of people were no ordinary people.

He acted impulsively just now, and regretted it as soon as he said it.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only didn't put on airs, but also apologized to him.

This is truly a rare occurrence.

"Thank you." Lu Chen turned around and bowed to the group of worshippers outside the cordon. "I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll finish as soon as possible. Thank you very much!"

One sentence instantly soothed everyone's resentment.

Wang Yiming and the head of the Hu family exchanged a glance, and Wang Yiming couldn't help but nod: "Not bad, brother, I like this temper!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Patriarch Hu quickly echoed, "Young Master Lu is so young, yet so humble and polite, truly a man of great character!"

Lu Chen had already reached the palace gate.

"Young Master Wang, Patriarch Hu, please wait outside."

"Huh? I can't go in either?" Wang Yiming pointed to himself.

"Please wait outside, Young Master Wang," Lu Chen said calmly, emphasizing the point again.

"……Fine."

"Please make yourself at my request, Mr. Lu!"

"boom."

Lu Chen slowly closed the palace door, isolating it from all outside noise.

"Young Master Wang, what's wrong with Young Master Lu...?"

"Don't ask me." Wang Yiming conjured up a sandalwood chair and sat down comfortably. "Just wait and see the show. As long as the show is big enough, you can enjoy it even if you're sitting outside."

……… Inside the Wenchang Hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

A towering statue of Wenchang Dijun, several meters tall, stands in the center of the main hall. The statue has a compassionate face and slightly closed eyes, as if looking down on all living beings and showing mercy to the world.

On either side of the statue stand two celestial children, one deaf and one mute, with almost identical expressions.

Lu Chen first lit a stick of incense and silently recited the "Invocation of Wenchang Mantra"...

Then insert it into the furnace.

Next, we just have to wait!

Even after the incense had burned out, the hall remained calm and peaceful.

Lu Chen was not surprised at all; this was exactly what he had expected.

"Just like Lei Zu, even the incantations of these top-tier deities are useless. So... which one should we recite first?"

In his mind, countless timeless masterpieces unfolded like a galaxy:
Is it the homesickness expressed in the line "The bright moonlight shines before my bed, I wonder if it is frost on the ground"?

— Or is it the bold and unrestrained spirit of "Everyone has their own talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again"?

—Is it the idea of ​​"to see a thousand miles further, climb one more story"—to look far into the distance from a high vantage point?

—Or perhaps the unwavering loyalty and courage of "Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history"?

Lu Chen's lips curled into a smile.

Is it necessary to choose?

"Let's go together!"

"Let me see... whether this brilliant and immortal literary lineage from the past can alarm you, the emperor who controls the fate of literature!"

With his mind made up, Lu Chen lit another stick of incense and respectfully placed it into the incense burner.

He stood with his hands behind his back, pacing in front of the statue.

Amidst the swirling smoke, passages of poetry that have transcended millennia flowed from Lu Chen's lips!

As soon as these verses were uttered, they transformed into invisible golden literary energy, carrying wisps of green smoke.

Breaking through the palace and piercing into the void, it surged towards the "Nine Heavens Enlightenment Palace" in the sky like a great river!

……

The Heavenly Court, atop the highest heavens, is a sea of ​​clouds churning.

The Jiutian Kaihua Palace stands quietly in the middle.

The entire palace was carved from flawless jade, its surface pure white and untouched by dust.

Inside the hall, seventy-two dragon-carved pillars support the dome, each dragon holding a bright pearl in its mouth. These are the "literary stars" formed from the condensed cultural essence of the lower realm, their light shimmering and exhaling a clear glow.

At each of the four corners of the palace hangs a row of jade chimes.

Throughout history, whenever a magnificent piece of literature appears in the world...

This set of bells will ring without being struck, and will also have an additional natural pattern on its surface.

To commemorate this moment.

In the center of the main hall, on the cloud platform, Emperor Wenchang sat regally on an eight-treasure sandalwood couch.

He wore a purple-gold crown and a cloud-patterned immortal robe, and held a "flower-blooming jade pen" in his hand. Countless divine lights flowed around him, and his immortal aura was ethereal and impossible to look directly at.

The boundless incense offerings and prayers from the mortal realm transformed into a seven-colored stream of light, like a celestial river flowing backwards, circling the palace three times before finally converging into the tip of the jade pen in the Emperor's hand.

The entire Kaihua Palace shone with literary brilliance, illuminating everything.

Even looking at the Heavenly Court, it is a corner of divine radiance that cannot be ignored!
At this moment, inside the hall.

A wisp of incense, carrying a special literary aura, quietly flowed into the jade brush.

"Thump—clang—"

Suddenly, the jade chime bells at the east corner of the palace emitted a clear and melodious sound.

The bell trembled and emitted a great divine light.

A brand new golden pattern suddenly appeared.

On the cloud platform, Emperor Wenchang slowly opened his divine eyes, a gentle smile spreading across his lips.

"In the lower realm, a magnificent chapter will be born."

However, the smile hadn't faded—

"Boom!"

The chime bells in the west corner also responded, and a golden pattern quietly appeared on them as well.

"Oh? Another masterpiece?"

The Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly, his interest growing.

It can simultaneously trigger the east and west bells to ring.

This literary talent is one in a million.

But the next second——

"Thump! Clang!"

The chimes of North Point resound once more!
The Emperor's smile faltered slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his divine eyes: "At the same time, three magnificent chapters of literature surged into the heavens? This..."

Before He finished speaking—

"Thump! Clang! Buzz—!!!"

The chime bells at the south corner resounded with a thunderous roar!
The four corner chimes resonated simultaneously in a rare manner!
"This is... the emergence of a great talent!"

Before Emperor Wenchang could ponder this further...

Inside the Kaihua Palace, at this moment, the boundless literary energy of the lower realm finally erupted completely!
“Crash!!!!”

The four chime bells trembled violently, their tolling becoming increasingly rapid and high-pitched, like thunderclaps, shaking the clouds and sea outside the palace!

"hold head high--!"

"Wow—!"

"Roar--!"

"Om-!"

As the bell tolled, the phantom images of the four symbols—Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise—conjured up.

The phantoms of the four divine beasts circled and soared within the hall, dancing around the seventy-two dragon-coiled pillars, creating an astonishing spectacle!

Almost simultaneously, in the very center of the palace, a cluster of auspicious, multicolored light suddenly appeared, radiating countless rays of light and auspicious energy.

This caused the entire Kaihua Palace to become abuzz with literary energy!

On the cloud platform, Emperor Wenchang's divine eyes suddenly sharpened.

Even this emperor, who had witnessed the rise and fall of literature in the lower realms and held sway over the literary destiny of the ages, was no exception.

At this moment, the unprecedented scene before him stirred a ripple in his mind.

He flicked his sleeve, about to raise his hand to capture the auspicious five-colored light and observe it closely.

Suddenly, the auspicious light accelerated, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards a giant cauldron inlaid with golden characters outside the hall!

It is the most precious treasure of the Heavenly Court's literary fortune—the "Astronomical Clock".

"Oh!"

The colorful auspicious light, like a shooting star falling from the moon, crashed headlong into the Wen Zhong bell!
In an instant, the magnificent literary energy that soared into the sky swept out like a tide, spreading across every inch of the bell's surface.

"Clang—!!!"

The bell tolled loudly!

The aftershocks will be immense!

Passing through the [Nine Heavens Enlightenment Palace] —

Towards the vast Heavenly Court—

Rolling away!

　Guys, you guys really pushed yourselves too hard by staying up all night for two days in a row.

　　The content of Chapter Two describes my current state; I can no longer hold on.

　　Let me go to bed early tonight so I can be well-rested and write for everyone.

　　Also, I'm so grateful to my cousin Descartes for the 300 yuan tip; it's really too much of a waste.

　　Thank you so much! I'll add an extra chapter to thank you, and I'll try to finish it in the next day or two!
　　Thank you so much, brother!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)