Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

"The aura of the moon goddess..."

Chen Mo immediately thought of the Yin energy within his body.

Unexpectedly, the book "Taiyin Chongxing Pian" also involves some kind of century-old prophecy and the trick of the moon goddess descending.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up.

"Fine, even if what you're saying is true, what benefits would I get from being this divine child?"

The statue paused for a moment.

"benefit?"

Its tone was somewhat strange.

"yes."

Chen Mo crossed his arms. "Isn't there any benefit to being your divine son?"

"Do you have any cultivation techniques or secret manuals? What about cultivation resources? If all else fails, you should have a group of subordinates, right?"

The statue fell silent.

The atmosphere in the temple suddenly became somewhat awkward.

"...Yes, but you're too weak right now."

Its voice lowered, "With your current strength, if your identity is exposed, it might bring about your death."

Chen Mo frowned. "Who?"

The statue did not answer immediately, but instead began to recount the origins of the Moon Worship Cult.

"After the Red Moon, the world underwent a tremendous change, and the gods vanished without a trace. Do you know what the Moon Worship Cult was originally?"

"The Daoist temple of the True Lord of the Moon, Qingyang Palace."

"The gods have vanished, the Taiyin Zhenjun's Daoist temple has been destroyed, the Qingyang Palace's lineage has been severed, and the sect's headquarters have become a forbidden zone."

"The remaining disciples were scattered in all directions, not knowing where to go. In the end, they changed their name to the Moon Worship Cult, hoping that one day the Moon Goddess would descend again."

"A century has passed, and the church is no longer a monolithic entity. The faction of the Holy Son advocates establishing a new god and is unwilling to wait for that ethereal moon goddess any longer."

"Our faction, however, has always believed in the future that our former leader saw with his life."

"Therefore, the Holy Son and the others would not want to see you appear..."

Chen Mo stared at the statue, his eyes turning slightly cold. "So you mean, not only will I not gain any benefit, but I also have to be wary of that so-called Holy Son trying to kill me?"

"Exactly."

The voice of the deity did not hesitate at all, "You are like a three-year-old child who is carrying a precious jade that everyone wants to snatch and is wandering around the streets."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, what brings you here today?"

"Join the Moon Worship Cult." The statue's tone became solemn. "With our protection, you'll at least be a little safer."

"Not interested."

Chen Mo turned to leave.

The Moon Worship Cult has already been labeled an evil sect and beaten to a pulp by the Suppression of Strange Things Bureau, so why bother joining?

"We have more than one person in the Zhenyi Division."

He stopped in his tracks, neither turning back nor taking another step.

The voice of the deity continued to come from behind, "The Zhenyi Division is a place where all sorts of people mingle, and various forces are sending people there. The fact that the Baiyue Sect was able to survive for a hundred years in this chaotic world is not due to luck."

"Moreover, this is just a branch in Shenzhou; our strength is far greater than this."

Chen Mo slowly turned around. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"You don't need to agree now, but there's one piece of news you'd better know."

"explain."

"A large number of skilled Japanese martial artists have entered the concession area of ​​Tianjin."

"There are quite a few of them, and they don't seem to have any good intentions. The coalition government's resources won't last long."

Chen Mo frowned slightly. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Because in that time..." The statue's mouth slowly parted, revealing two gleaming white fangs, "you will need friends."

"besides....."

Its voice suddenly paused, and the clay sculpture's eyes narrowed slightly, as if it were carefully examining something.

"You smell... I hadn't noticed it before."

Chen Mo looked down at himself. "What's that smell?"

"The mark of those bald thieves from Tennoji Temple."

The statue's tone turned disdainful, as if it had smelled something foul, "The work of those bald monks, haunting you like a persistent ghost, don't you know that?"

Chen Mo frowned.

Blood-Clad Buddhist Disciple?

Previously in Linhe County, the other party tried to capture him, but was repelled by Lei Wanjun. Unexpectedly, they had a backup plan.

"Can it be removed?"

"A trivial skill."

The statue snorted coldly, its withered fingertip pointing at Chen Mo from afar.

He felt a heat in his chest, as if something had been ripped out from between his bones, and a faint, fishy smell wafted from his collar, disappearing in an instant.

"alright."

The statue withdrew its hand, its tone tinged with disdain, "Those evil monks from the Southwest Heavenly King Temple, they don't want to be decent people, they just have to go down the wrong path."

"At this point, to still play the trick of achieving Buddhahood in the flesh is not afraid of turning oneself into a piece of dried meat."

It seemed to despise those evil monks, muttering a few more words before stopping.

Chen Mo's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't reply.

The Moon Worship Cult doesn't seem to be any good either; are rivals always enemies?

"Here's a magical artifact that can conceal your presence."

The statue seemed to have thought of something, and with a wave of its hand, a normal-sized mask flew off its body and slowly hovered in front of him.

Chen Mo observed for a few seconds and, finding nothing unusual, then used his Yin energy to envelop his right hand and catch the mask.

The mask was heavy to the touch, and its entire body was a dark vermilion color. Its shape resembled a typical Nuo mask.

His eyes were wide open in anger, his brow bones were raised high like two mountain ridges, and intricate cloud and thunder patterns were carved at the ends of his eyebrows, winding towards his temples.

Two fangs protruded diagonally from the corners of his mouth, yellowish in color, but with bright white tips.

On the center of the mask's forehead is a crescent-shaped mark, painted a deep, dark purple.

"What is this?" Chen Mo looked at it for a moment, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"The mask that symbolizes the eight great envoys of the Moon Worship Cult, the one you have is the eighth, named Nine Netherworld."

"Each mask is an ancient magical artifact, bound to the wearer by life and death. Once it recognizes its master, it cannot be used by others and can also conceal your aura."

"Where is the former divine messenger?"

"He's dead." The statue's tone was somewhat somber. "He died in Tianjin, surrounded and killed by the Japanese."

"I came here to retrieve this mask."

"Wear this, and you will become the eighth divine messenger of the Moon Worship Cult..."

The statue's voice suddenly stopped, its eyes fixed on the layer of pale purple true energy on Chen Mo's right hand.

"Elegant and magnificent...the colors, the overall feel..."

"Exactly the same moon goddess described in the ancient texts... the same color, the same aura..."

"It's just a little bland."

"But it's okay!"

"It's normal for it to be a little weak. What level of cultivation do you have? Once your cultivation level increases, the Yin energy will naturally become stronger."

"What matters is the essence, the foundation..."

"So take the mask. You're too weak right now. If you don't conceal your aura, you'll be discovered by the Holy Son's people sooner or later, and then..."

The statue didn't finish its sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Chen Mo held the mask and examined it for a moment before putting it into his pocket.

"I'll accept the gifts. As for joining the church, we'll talk about that later."

He turned and walked towards the temple gate.

Outside, the rain had subsided.

The power of this statue is unknown, as is its friend or foe; he needs to go back and think it over carefully.

A deep voice came from behind, carrying a faint hint of laughter.

"To become a disciple, simply drip your own blood onto the crescent moon symbol, and then you'll know how to use it..."