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

Chapter 80 Godfather! Your son is in trouble!!
Just then, Zheng Changguo's voice came from beside him: "Young friend Lu, do you have any clues?"

Lu Chen suddenly snapped out of his reverie and slowly shook his head: "Not yet."

"Then let's talk outside." Zheng Changguo waved his hand, and everyone followed him out of the room.

Before leaving, Lu Chen caught a glimpse of several magical artifacts hidden in the four corners of the room, their divine light swirling around them.

It is likely that these magical artifacts temporarily suppressed the miasma on Madam Zheng's body.

Everyone returned to the living room on the first floor and took off their masks.

Secretary Fan served tea.

Old Zheng forced a smile: "Young friend, do you find it difficult?"

Lu Chen pondered for a moment, then said frankly, "Madam's illness is indeed unheard of. I see a miasma emanating from her body, as if she has contracted some kind of plague."

Old Master Zheng sighed deeply: "It is said to be a plague, yet it is not contagious; it is said to be a common illness, yet medicine is ineffective. To be honest, before you, at least a hundred spiritual practitioners who worship the Medicine Immortal came to treat it, and even the imperial physicians were helpless. Later, the Imperial Astrologer monitored the divination and concluded that the problem was caused by 'Heaven's killing intent'."

As he spoke, his eyes reddened slightly, and his voice choked a little: "But as long as my wife is alive, I will never give up. I am willing to pay any price."

Secretary Fan explained softly from the side: "The leader and his wife are a loving couple, having been together for fifty years, supporting each other through thick and thin. Since his wife fell ill half a year ago, the leader has been worried every day and has been in tears. You see how thin he is now. In fact, half a year ago in Qianjiang City, he was known for his vigorous health. Lord Yu must know that."

Yu Feng nodded in agreement: "My former boss was even more physically robust than me."

Old Zheng waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "With such a change in the family, some changes are inevitable."

Lu Chen clicked his tongue in amazement.

I never expected that this white-haired, emaciated old man would become so haggard in just six months, which shows how much he has suffered during this period.

He pressed further, “Elder Zheng, besides concluding that Madam was struck by the Heavenly Killing Intent, does the Imperial Observatory have any other clues? As far as I know, there are three departments in charge of the Heavenly Killing Intent—the [Grand Duke Jupiter Department], the [Plague Department], and the [Smallpox Department]. Judging from Madam’s condition, it doesn’t seem like the work of the [Grand Duke Jupiter Department], but rather closer to the style of the [Plague Department] and the [Smallpox Department].

Upon hearing this, Zheng Changguo and the other two all showed expressions of surprise.

Old Master Zheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "I never expected that young friend Lu would have such extraordinary insight at such a young age."

Lu Chen smiled calmly, thinking to himself that this was not his ability, but simply because he had connections in heaven.

With insider information already available, how can anything "ordinary" still exist?
Zheng Changguo nodded: "That's right. After the Imperial Observatory's calculations, they also suspected that it was the work of the Plague Department and the Smallpox Department. In the past six months, I have tried every method that could be tried, and I have also tried methods that could not be tried, but all of them have been in vain."

Lu Chen asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'methods that can't be tried'?"

Secretary Fan and Yu Feng immediately tensed up, making a move to stop them.

Zheng Changguo waved his hand and said, "It's alright. Since we've asked young friend Lu for help, we should naturally tell him the truth."

The two then restrained themselves.

Zheng Changguo's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he looked straight at him:

"Young friend, have you ever heard of the Rakshasa Cult?"

Is it the Rakshasa Cult again?
Lu Chen subconsciously looked at Yu Feng.

Zheng Changguo keenly sensed this and said with a faint smile, "It seems that you already know, young friend. The Rakshasa Sect was formerly known as the Five Gu Sect, which worships an evil god called the [Ancestor of Xuan Gu]. This fiend has great supernatural powers, and it is said that as long as one worships Him, one's magical power can increase by leaps and bounds in a day. Therefore, there are many experts in the sect. The sect has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been repeatedly suppressed but never eradicated, causing the imperial court a great headache."

"At that time, the Imperial Astronomical Bureau issued an edict stating that the deities who triggered the Heavenly Mandate were from the Smallpox Department and the Plague Department. I searched everywhere for the righteous method but to no avail, so I had no choice but to take a risky approach and try to fight poison with poison."

At this point, Zheng Changguo's tone became desolate: "So I asked someone to invite an elder from the Rakshasa Sect to treat my wife, hoping to use the Five Gu Technique to try and save her life."

what! !

Lu Chen was deeply moved upon hearing this.

A high-ranking official in charge of a region actually sought help from an evil god.
But then I thought, my wife's life was hanging by a thread, and anyone in my shoes would probably have to try it.

It is clear that they have indeed reached a dead end.

Zheng Changguo composed himself and continued, "That elder does indeed have some skill. Although the Five Poisons Technique cannot cure the disease completely, it has delayed the process of Tianfa's killing intent."

Otherwise, my wife would probably be dead by now. However, she also made it clear that this method could only temporarily alleviate the condition.

To cure this completely, we need to find another expert.

After that, their whereabouts became unknown.

Lu Chen suddenly woke up with a start.

No wonder he found the eerie green aura around Madam Zheng familiar; it was just like the appearance of the red-spotted female demon when she transformed.

It turns out that this was a tactic used by the Rakshasa Cult.

Yu Feng interjected, "Is the person the leader is looking for Zeng Rou, one of the four elders?"

Zheng Changguo nodded: "That's right. By the way, I heard that the Rakshasa Sect was defeated by the Demon-Slaying Army, and Feng Tianhua and the other two were executed. It's truly gratifying."

Yu Feng laughed and said, "It's a pity that Zeng Rou and Wang Zhidong escaped. Although Zeng Rou's strength is mediocre, she is extremely good at religious affairs. If she is allowed to develop, the Rakshasa Sect may well rise from the ashes in twenty or thirty years."

Zheng Changguo pondered for a moment and said, "Xiaofeng, it's not that I'm speaking up for her. But after getting to know her, Zeng Rou, although an elder of the Rakshasa Sect, is not as ruthless as Feng Tianhua and the others, which surprised me. Moreover, she only asked for a fifth-grade natural treasure, the 'Withered Heart Grass,' which is a fair price."

Yu Feng nodded: "She must have taken it to offer to the [Ancestor of Xuan Gu]. I heard that this woman was promoted to elder only a few years ago, so perhaps she hasn't fallen too deep into demonic ways yet. Hopefully, this blow will make her realize her mistake and return to the right path."

After the two finished speaking, Zheng Changguo turned to Lu Chen and said, "I've gone off on a tangent. Please forgive my rudeness, young friend."

“It’s alright.” Lu Chen waved his hand, but still had a question: “Elder Zheng, since you’ve already contacted the Rakshasa Sect, why not just worship the gods of the Smallpox Tribe and the Plague Tribe directly? Wouldn’t that be more direct?”

"This..." Old Zheng was speechless. Yu Feng quickly spat in a low voice, "What nonsense are you talking about! What kind of logic is there in worshipping the plague god? Besides, what kind of status does Old Zheng have? It's already out of desperation for him to seek help from the Rakshasa Sect in private. To worship the plague god in broad daylight, what kind of decorum is that? Don't you understand the importance of considering your personal influence? Moreover, which temple would dare to enshrine these two deities? Would the masses agree to it? Even if we take a step back, have you ever seen someone begging an assassin to show mercy?"

Lu Chen scratched his head: "Why won't this work?"

Yu Feng: "."

Secretary Fan chuckled awkwardly and tried to smooth things over: "Young friend Lu is young and promising, and his ideas are more lively than ours."

Seeing this, Lu Chen stopped arguing. The rules of this circle are indeed hard to define.

Forget it, I'll just focus on doing my own thing.

He suddenly stood up: "Mr. Zheng, I have a general understanding of the situation. Please arrange a quiet room; I need to get started!"

Zheng Changguo then stood up: "Young friend, do you already have a plan?"

Lu Chen said calmly, "No rush, let me ask first."

"Ask?" Zheng Changguo was taken aback. "Then how about we eat something first?"

"No need, I'm not hungry yet."

“Alright, Mr. Lu, please follow me!” Zheng Changguo personally led the way, bringing Lu Chen to the study: “Don’t worry, sir, no one will disturb you without permission.”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Zheng!"

Lu Chen locked the door and looked around the elegant study. It was indeed a good place to cultivate oneself in peace.

Without further hesitation, he took out the Qilin Blade and gave it to Teng Yunmu.

"Old King Yama, it's your turn to make your appearance this time!"

Amidst the flying sawdust, the portrait of Yama, the King of Hell, gradually took shape.

However, Lu Chen's forehead also began to be covered in cold sweat.

"Damn, I didn't expect making this image to be so time-consuming and draining of mana!"

Only halfway through, at least 30% of my magic power has been consumed.

Without the support of [Huai Lan's Guiding Theme], I probably wouldn't have been able to carve even half of it.

Only now did Lu Chen truly understand the pain Chen Tiansheng had endured when creating the statue of the God of Wealth.

You should know that it is a genuine, complete statue of the God of Wealth, which can bestow blessings.

It is a bit small.

However, the process of making it must be incredibly painful, involving "draining the marrow and sucking out the bones"!
pain!
It hurts so much!
Twenty minutes later, the simplified version of the Yama statue was finally completed.

Lu Chen was already drenched in sweat, and his magical power was mostly depleted.

Fortunately, Huai Lan's condition improved rapidly, and he immediately began to regulate his breathing and recuperate.

At this moment, the living room was completely silent, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Secretary Fan couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Lord Yu, what exactly is young friend Lu's plan? Could it be... that he can find a solution by locking himself in his study?"

Yu Feng was also puzzled and could only shake his head: "This... I don't know either."

Zheng Changguo said in a deep voice, "No rush. We've waited this long enough, a little longer won't make a difference."

He looked up at the second floor, his eyes deep and filled with sorrow.

To be fair, Lu Chen's performance so far has surprised him somewhat, but deep down he still feels that the hope is slim.

After all, I've experienced too many disappointments in the past six months, and I've become numb.

Moreover, the deity that Lu Chen served had absolutely nothing to do with his wife's illness.

All these considerations made it difficult for Zheng Changguo to build confidence.

"Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time."

He sighed inwardly.

A moment later, in the study, Lu Chen, having finished his meditation, got up, lit incense, and then chanted incantations towards the statue.

In an instant, the once bright study was shrouded in thick black smoke, and all light was lost.

Above the statue, dark thunder rolled, conjuring a gigantic phantom of Yama, the King of Hell.

"Oh, who is it? It's General Zhengde!"

The King of Hell's teasing voice came through.

Without saying a word, Lu Chen knelt down with a thud, clasped his hands, and cried out:
"Godfather! Your child is in trouble!!"

　The second update will be uploaded later.

　　Guys, this follow-up reading is really confusing me...

　　My heart aches so much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)