Bodhisattva, please help me in my spiritual practice!

Chapter 109 Stealing the House

After Ao Peng sat down at the gambling table, he arranged the five million incense chips and then took out his writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

His actions immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the fat man opposite him.

As a devout follower of Ganesh, Rab took this gamble before God very seriously.

Barat's population is similar to that of the Empire, but Barat is a predominantly religious country that enjoys blood sacrifice rituals. In the rural areas of Barat, where the majority of the population lives, killing a few commoners to gain divine power is a daily custom! This is the peaceful daily life of Barat.

Therefore, Bharat currently boasts a unique number of gamers.

The number is even ten times that of the Empire, with over a million players!

Of course, Barat is not without its disadvantages. They don't have any concept of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. New players are either members of powerful families or, if discovered, are directly captured and made into incense slaves—that is, producing incense for powerful players every day.

Therefore, Barat only has 50,000 real players, while the remaining 950,000 are called "incense slaves".

The lords would never allow lowly servants to dabble in divine power. In their eyes, those lowly Dalits were not even worthy of being called living beings. Now that divine grace has descended, how could the lords of Barat possibly allow them to rise to power? What if one or two of the Dalits went mad and killed anyone they saw? Wouldn't that endanger the lords' lives?

Of course, the incense obtained through such plunder is itself subject to the karmic consequences of karma. However, the gods of Barat believe that the entire world is in a cycle of karma, and the followers of Barat are naturally not truly concerned about karma. If they were, Dalit would not be called the son of non-human beings by them.

It is precisely because of the offerings from so many incense slaves that Rab was able to raise so much incense to play this gamble with Ao Peng. Even the five million incense offerings in front of him are not much for him, the son of the richest man in Bharat. As long as he can please the elephant-headed god, he can offer ten times or even a hundred times more incense offerings!

In North America and Southeast Asia, a mature industry for manufacturing incense slaves has already emerged. As a pioneering force, the industry in Balat is even more mature; it just needs some time.

"What are you doing in such an important bet?!"

Rabu, used to being treated like a superior person, roared at Ao Peng.

Ao Peng slowly ground the ink and said, "I've heard that copying images of deities is also a form of meritorious practice. What, you don't believe in that?"

As he spoke, he actually began to copy the tall elephant-headed god statue in front of everyone.

Labu opened his mouth. He knew Ao Peng was definitely doing something bad, but in front of everyone, especially with the elephant-headed god watching, he really couldn't refute it.

He could only sit down angrily.

Ao Peng secretly regretted it. If this "darling of Ganesh" had dared to argue with him, then his "Verse on Attaining Enlightenment through Speech" would have had another chance to shine.

Through this incident, he also realized that the fat man had a high level of luck, which was why he was able to escape this calamity.

When Ao Peng finished copying an elephant head, the head dealer Su Motan personally opened a deck of cards and let the two of them examine the cards.

Ao Peng snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, the surrounding lights dimmed, and the next moment, the lights came on again. A small beast appeared beside Ao Peng. This beast had long fur like a bear, four wings and six legs, and its body was round like a ball.

"chaos!"

"It's actually the Four Fiends!"

"It was him! The Empire was behind this gamble too!"

"The Empire is truly powerful! They've only taken over Daodou Town a few days ago, and they're already preparing to take over another town!"

Players and even spirits outside the arena were drawn to the little beast's appearance. In the ancient pantheon of the Mountain and Sea Gods, Chaos is also remarkable, undoubtedly one of the top gods.

Little Chaos flapped its wings and flew to Su Motan's side. Even Su Motan tensed up. This little guy looked harmless, but had a fearsome reputation.

Therefore, the more harmless they appear, the more wary they become.

The little chaos pretended to verify the card.

But Ao Peng's real killing move has already been unleashed.

When Little Chaos appeared, he deliberately disturbed the light in the entire hall, creating a large area of ​​flickering shadows.

In the shadows, Little Drill Wind, draped in a shadowy rat skin, darted underground.

The [Lesser Yin Rat Fur] is extremely useful; its ability to traverse shadows is nothing short of divine.

Unfortunately, Ao Peng has only discovered this skill on the rat-faced man in Huanxi Town so far. Huanxi Town has been covered by Tian Yuan and separated by Buddhism to prevent Tian Yuan from being born. Ao Peng has never returned to Huanxi Town.

When he made the [Lesser Yin Rat Fur], he had some scraps left over. Although these scraps were not enough to make a second [Lesser Yin Rat Fur], they were enough to make a few clothes for Little Drill Wind and the other gray immortals.

During the past few days, Ao Peng took advantage of the time spent participating in gambling games to explore all eighteen floors of the building. The only place he hadn't been was underground. Since the head dealer Su Motan dared to arrange the gambling games here, Ao Peng certainly wouldn't overlook the underground environment.

Using the Shadow Rat skin, Little Drill easily traversed to the lower level. Once inside, he discovered that the entire underground of the Treasure Town had been hollowed out, forming a network of tunnels in all directions. Rats were constantly moving through these tunnels, carrying soil and stones, and expanding the territory of the Treasure Town.

The mount of Ganesha was a rat named Musak, and as a devout follower of Ganesha, Somatan also had the ability to control the rat.

This also made things easier for the small drill.

The rat swarm has a very clear hierarchy. If other races enter this area, it will cause a riot among the densely packed rats underground, thus alerting Somotan.

But Little Drill Wind is not just a mouse, he is the real king of mice!

A peculiar pheromone emanated from him, and all the rats around who smelled it immediately stopped what they were doing, stood up on their own, and looked in the direction of Little Drill Wind.

After subduing the surrounding rats, Little Drill caught one of them and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The rat was dull and stupid, squeaking in rat language, which only had one simple meaning: "Praise to Ganesh, the god of wealth."

Well, it seems he's just a silly kid who hasn't mastered the art of cultivation.

Little Drill Wind sneered. Their race generally has a short lifespan, so even though the population is huge, only one in a million can achieve success in cultivation.

"Take me to see the God of Wealth."

Little Drill Wind had achieved considerable success in his cultivation and knew the taboos, so even though he was wearing the [Lesser Yin Rat Fur], a secret treasure with the ability to conceal heavenly secrets, he did not dare to directly reveal Ganesh's name.

Led by the traitor, Little Drill Wind arrived at a vast underground temple in just two or three minutes. Countless green dragons flew around the temple, gathering incense from all directions and letting it fall into the giant elephant trunk.

Just as Little Drill Wind was about to step forward, a golden light flashed, forming a divine power barrier that blocked his path.

Facing the golden light, Little Drill Wind sneered. He would have been more afraid of other arrangements, but he never expected that this great god who used rats as slaves would fall victim to his most prized supernatural power today.

The little drill made a squeaking sound, and a complex pattern spread from his body, forming a gray mist that controlled the rats around him that had been infected by the power of Ganesh, making them gnaw on the golden light protecting the temple. Five Wrathful Soldiers - Gray Immortal Devouring Soul.