Slay the Gods: Return of the Ancient Chinese Gods, Start with the Fuxi Plate

"Lin Qiye, have you become so arrogant now?" Su Yan raised his eyebrows and said:

"Back then, you only made 666.6 yuan per performance. yuan would allow you to perform until you die."

"...Didn't we agree not to bring this up?" Lin Qiye took out his phone and glanced at it with a look of deep sorrow. "Pang Pang and the others have already taken care of it. We've found Du'e. Now we just need Jia Lan."

"Qiye, guess what Jialan's mood is right now?"

"how could I know."

"I guess she wants to tear your head off."

Lin Qiye: ???

..........

Mount Fuji.

On the side of the crater, a piece of knife was deeply inserted into the volcanic wall, leaving only the black handle exposed, blending into the volcanic ash.

The woman in blue Hanfu held the hilt of the knife with both hands, leaned back, and exerted all her strength.

"Yeah~~~~~"

The hilt of the knife didn't move at all.

Not far away, Yurina was sitting on a giant paper crane, floating in the air. She clenched her fists in front of her chest and waved them, cheering for Galan loudly:

"Sister Jialan, come on, just think about it, Brother Qiye stood you up and he won't accompany you to the hot springs."

“Ah~~~~~!”

The spider web cracks spread from the long knife down along the mountain.

"Sister Jialan, just think about how Brother Qiye laughed at you for being over 2000 years old and still not daring to go up the mountain alone~~!"

“Ah~~~~!!”

The long sword was slowly pulled out, echoing with a sharp sound of metal scraping.

"Sister Jialan, just imagine that this hilt is Brother Qiye's head!"

"Hey! Yeah!"

boom--!

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and Mount Fuji collapsed and fell apart.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the woman in blue tightly grasped [Cangshan] and stepped out of the ruins with a dark face.

Chapter 429: The Lustful Monk, Dare Not Accept

I sat on the cushion without knowing how many years had passed, and when I looked back I realized that half a month had passed.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of wooden fish could be heard in the hall, but no one was beating it.

Young monk Ye Fan has been meditating for fifteen days. He sits cross-legged on a cushion, his tender fingers forming a lotus seal on his knees. He does not eat or sleep, and always maintains this posture, his breathing so light that it is barely audible.

Above the head, golden light particles emerged from the void like fireflies.

The power of faith, condensed from the devout prayers of all living beings, penetrated the sky, drew a brilliant trajectory, gradually gathered into a river, and poured into the smoky robe worn by the little monk.

Through the billowing smoke, one could vaguely see thousands of ghosts surrounding the little monk, circling like a whirlpool.

Every time the little monk completed 9981 cycles of reincarnation, a layer of bright light would appear around his body, and his aura would become more solid.

At a certain moment, the little monk exhaled lightly, chanted the Buddha's name, and slowly opened his eyes.

Not far behind him.

The people sitting on the ground eating hot pot stopped moving at the same time and put down their chopsticks.

Su Yan called out in a panic, "Wake up! Commander Ye is about to wake up. Quickly take the hot pot away."

"It's not about to wake up, it's already awake."

Ye Fan turned around, staring at Su Yan speechlessly, and sighed: "Fifteen days, a full fifteen days. I sat in dead meditation for half a month, and you guys just ate for half a month in the back, either hot pot or barbecue... No wonder I was in a state of Zen, always wandering around a night market, unable to get out."

"Other people's meditation halls are all scented with sandalwood, but what about mine?"

The little monk sniffed, his mouth twitching as he revealed a look of disgust: "Why is it smelly... Who ate the snail noodles?"

Jiang Er and Jia Lan covered their faces and fled.

"It's too hot outside. I'm sweating all over after eating hot pot. It just so happens that your cool breeze is more refreshing than iced sour plum soup. This is called maximizing resource utilization." Su Yan came over and squatted beside the little monk, grinning:

"The commander's cultivation is becoming increasingly unfathomable. I can hardly see through him anymore."

Ye Fan glanced at him and said with a cheerful laugh, "I barely managed to secure my position as a god, but that's all. The power of faith at the moment is no longer enough to push me to a higher level."

Above the ceiling, beneath the powerful gods.

In his perception, Ye Fan's current power of faith was roughly equivalent to two-thirds of Loki's, far less than Zhou Ping's sword-immortal power. However, his advantage lay in his steady progress on the path to godhood, forging a divine body with the power of faith. He didn't suffer from Zhou Ping's weakness of becoming impotent after just a few strikes.

Su Yan showed a happy expression on his face and said:

"That's enough. According to estimates, there are currently 50 million people in the human circle, but only 10 million believe in Brahma. Once everyone converts, with the added faith of 50 million, it will be no problem for you to break through two realms in a row. Commander, we must proceed with the final plan."

Ye Fan nodded slightly, looking very kind and peaceful, but the corners of his mouth kept trembling, which looked a little strange.

Su Yan pondered for two seconds: "Do you want to laugh? I feel like you can't hold back the smile on your face."

"Hahahahahahaha." The little monk suddenly held his belly and laughed heartily. He laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, rolling around with laughter, attracting everyone's surprised eyes, but he didn't care. Tears of laughter came out.

"Buddha nature."

Su Yan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Ye Fan must have truly touched the threshold of becoming a god. He was suddenly shocked by the Buddha nature, and he could not hide his emotions.

When Buddha sees sentient beings, he lets things take their course.

This is a state of life that returns to nature.

Life returns to the clarity of a baby. Flowers are flowers, trees are trees, and joy is the most natural joy. All the joys and sorrows of the past are not expressed on his face and are no longer important to him.

But this state should only be temporary. As he can naturally control this Buddha nature, he will be able to attain Bodhi.

While Su Yan was thinking, Ye Fan took a deep breath and asked impatiently:

"Su kid, stop playing dumb. Daxia is in turmoil right now. I need to integrate the remaining 40 million beliefs as quickly as possible. If you have any good ideas, use them now!"

Su Yan nodded and said:

"Commander, the reason why the Brahma Cult has failed to erode more faiths is because of fear.

"The common people fear the unknown like a tiger. They fear the Pure Land's century-old authority. They are even more wary of the drastic measures the divine oracle can use. Therefore, we must overcome this fear with force. Only then can we completely replace the Pure Land and become the sole authority here."

"Yeah." Ye Fan nodded vigorously: "Why are you telling me so much? Isn't it all your responsibility? Hurry up and do it today!"

Su Yan:......

"Okay...ok then."

Su Yan was not quite used to this kind of communication. His eyelids twitched as he called for everyone to gather around.

"Nanaye, the commander said that our final battle can begin. Let's follow the original plan and set the time at dusk when it will be most favorable for you. Let's get everyone ready."

"understood."

Lin Qiye nodded seriously, looked at Ye Fan, and smiled:

"Congratulations, Commander Ye, you will soon be promoted to the position of God. With you and Senior Sword Saint in charge of Daxia, we can rest easy."

"Ahahaha." Ye Fan laughed heartily, holding his belly. He jumped up, patted Lin Qiye's shoulder, and said loudly:

"Lin, you're such a flatterer, it feels so good. Well, I think you're destined to be single for the rest of your life, so you won't need that thing anymore. Why don't you just become a monk with me? It'll give you a clear mind, huh?"

Lin Qiye: ???

"Kukuku~~" Su Yan covered his mouth and laughed like a pig.

"Hahahaha, goose, goose, goose!" Baili Pangpang couldn't help laughing and cried like a goose.

"Laugh, you still have the nerve to laugh?" Ye Fan glared at Baili Pangpang: "You just remember to eat every day, you've almost become a meatball. People who don't know would think you're pregnant with sextuplets!"

Baili Pangpang’s smile disappeared:???

Shen Qingzhu and An Qingyu looked at each other, realizing that something seemed amiss with Ye Fan, and hurriedly took two steps back at the same time.

This retreat exposed Cao Yuan in the middle.

Cao Yuan also realized that there was something wrong at this time, but he never expected it to be sold so quickly.

He looked around in confusion, and when he noticed Ye Fan's gaze, he quickly smiled kindly and said in a flattering manner:

"Commander Ye, I'd actually like to follow you and become a monk."

Cao Yuan had always been a lay disciple of Mount Jiuhua, and could only be considered to have one foot halfway into Buddhism, but he never objected to converting to Buddhism.

These words were spoken with true feelings.

But Ye Fan glanced at him faintly, as if he was holding back something.

After opening his mouth several times, Ye Fan couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you just forget it? 'Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart', I can tolerate this. After all, the Night Watchmen lick blood on the edge of the knife. If they don't eat meat or drink, they don't have the strength to kill the mysterious. The Buddha won't blame them."

He paused and rolled his eyes:

"But a lewd monk like you... women pass through my intestines, but remain in the Buddha's heart. I really don't dare to accept you!"

Cao Yuan: ???

Chapter 430: Night Squad, come and fight.

"Jialan, that blockhead won't change no matter how much you try to persuade him. Why not just knock him out and carry him back? Once the marriage is established, see if he can still deny it."

Galan: ???

"Shen Qingzhu, isn't it embarrassing to snap your fingers every time you use Forbidden Ruins?"

Shen Qingzhu: ...

"Jiang Bai, you are a good boy."

Jiang Er breathed a sigh of relief and almost cried.