One person: Orochi, starting with Feng Baobao's Eight Heroes.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind—to become a saint and an ancestor.

This idea shattered his long-standing confusion.

After Zhang Daoling and his associates became saints, they kept the secret.

Chen Qi sneered inwardly.

But these shamans and black mothers in Northeast China have clearly demonstrated another path.

His fingers stopped tapping "637" and instead reached for the yellowed "Helper's Manual" in his pocket.

He "borrowed" this from an old shaman, which contained the basic methods for shamanic disciples to communicate with the spirits.

"Young friend Chen seems quite interested in the ways of shamanism?"

Bai Xian suddenly turned her head, her seemingly gentle but actually sharp eyes piercing straight at her.

Chen Qi immediately put on a humble smile.

"Senior Bai Xian explained things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, and I have benefited greatly from it."

The woman in white nodded and continued explaining the rules of the shamanic shrine.

Chen Qi appeared respectful, but inwardly he was calculating rapidly.

The path of incense and deity worship was practically tailor-made for him.

No need for a thousand years of arduous cultivation, no need for rare and precious materials, all you need is—faith.

After the lecture, Chen Qi returned to his temporary room.

He eagerly opened the "Helping Soldiers Manual" and began to introspect according to the methods recorded therein.

"The sky is clear and the earth is bright, yin is turbid and yang is clear, open my Dharma eye, and my acupoints are connected to the spirit..."

As he chanted the incantation, Chen Qi felt as if countless doors within his body were being illuminated one by one.

He was shocked to discover that the number of acupoints that could be activated in his body far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine, and they were densely distributed throughout his body's meridians.

"this..."

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Could this be my talent?"

Chen Qi tried to touch one of the acupoints with his mind.

In an instant, a cool sensation surged from that acupoint and flowed throughout the body.

He felt his senses suddenly become unusually sharp, and he could even sense a few little sprites hiding in the shadows of the trees outside.

"interesting."

A smile appeared on Chen Qi's lips.

"It seems I've chosen the right path."

Just as he was about to open the second acupoint, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Chen Qi, are you there?"

It was Bai Xian's voice.

Chen Qi quickly concealed his breathing and pretended to have just woken up before opening the door.

"Senior Bai Xian? Is there something you need so late?"

The woman in white stood in the moonlight, her brows slightly furrowed.

"I sensed an unusual aura here... Were you cultivating just now?"

"Oh, I'm just trying out a minor technique recorded in the 'Helping Soldiers Manual'."

Chen Qi scratched his head and laughed.

"I didn't expect to alarm you, senior."

Bai Xian gave him a deep look.

"You have good talent, but the path of shamanism requires a gradual approach. If you are interested, why not formally join my White Immortal Hall?"

Chen Qi sneered inwardly, but on the surface he showed an expression of being flattered.

"This...I am of dull talent and I am afraid I am not up to the task."

Bai Xian seemed to see through his excuses and didn't press him.

"Very well. Tomorrow is the initiation ceremony of the Guan family's disciples. You can come and observe."

After seeing Bai Xian off, Chen Qi closed the door, his face immediately darkening.

He certainly wouldn't join any gang or become someone else's "salesman".

What he wants to do is establish his own "company".

The next morning, a simple altar had been set up under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

Guan Shihua—the current generation of shamanic disciples from the Guan family—is setting out incense, candles, and offerings.

Standing next to her was a middle-aged man with a full beard, Liao Huzi from the Liao family, who was in charge of singing the divine tune as the "second god" this time.

Chen Qi stood at the front of the crowd, carefully observing every detail.

Seven or eight young men stepped forward; they were all disciples who would be participating in the ritual this time.

"The auspicious time has come!"

Guan Shihua shouted and lit the Seven Star Incense.

The smoke curled upwards, forming peculiar patterns in the air.

Liao Huzi began to beat the Wenwang Drum, his hoarse voice singing an ancient divine tune.

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"The sun sets in the west—darkness falls, and the immortals descend from their horses to ensure peace—"

Chen Qi felt the air around him begin to distort, and a strange power gathered around the altar.

He secretly activated the newly learned aiding technique, attaching his divine sense to the cigarette.

Just as the shamanic disciples knelt and worshipped the heavens and the eight directions, Chen Qi saw their souls being pulled by a force and flying towards an unknown space.

"interior!"

A thought struck him, and without hesitation, he activated all his divine sense and rushed in.

Chapter 289 Sales Channels

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed.

Chen Qi found himself in a golden space, surrounded by countless points of light, each radiating pure faith power.

"Is this what the temple looks like in the interior?"

Chen Qi exclaimed in amazement.

He tried to conceal his form—thanks to the acupoints opened last night, he successfully blended into the surrounding golden light.

Ahead, the white-clad woman, who was actually Bai Xian in disguise, was leading the disciples who had come to the shamanic path.

Chen Qi quietly followed them and saw them arrive in front of a magnificent building made of golden light.

A plaque hangs in front of the building.

Bai Xian Zong Tang.

"Come in with me."

The woman in white waved and opened the door.

Chen Qi took the opportunity to slip inside.

The interior space is much larger than it appears from the outside. In the center is a Seven Star Platform, on which sits a kind-looking old woman—presumably Grandma Bai.

On either side of her stood the 06 Guardians and Generals, each with a different appearance, while below them stood neatly arranged soldiers, mostly in the form of hedgehogs and rats.

"Greetings, Great-Grandma!"

The shamanic disciples all knelt down in unison.

The old woman smiled and nodded.

"Those who enter my temple today must abide by the Three Rules and Five Precepts..."

Chen Qi had no interest in those rules; his attention was entirely focused on the structure of the space.

The entire temple is like a sophisticated array, constantly drawing power of faith from the void and transmitting it to each of its disciples through some mysterious connection.

"Isn't this the Zhuge family's Returning Origin Formation?"

Chen Qi was secretly alarmed.

"It's just that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been replaced with the power of faith..."

He carefully observed the connection between the soldiers and the disciples, and found that each disciple was like a "sales channel".

They bring the "products" of the temple—that is, the power of the deities—to believers, while bringing back faith as "profit."

"Wonderful!"

Chen Qi almost burst out laughing.

"Isn't this just like running a company? Great-Grandma is the chairperson, the protectors are the executives, the soldiers are the employees, and the shamanic disciples are the sales representatives..."

He suddenly understood why those wild spirits, like Black Mother, could attain enlightenment.

In this degenerate age, spiritual energy is scarce, and the traditional path of cultivation has almost been severed.

But the power of faith—as long as there are people, there is faith!

As the ceremony drew to a close, Chen Qi quietly withdrew from the interior space.

His consciousness returned to his body, and he found that the ceremony in front of the altar had just ended.

The shamanic disciples all had rosy complexions, clearly indicating that they had already established connections with the temple.

"How does it feel?"

Guan Shihua asked one of her disciples with a smile.

"Amazing!"

The young man said excitedly.

"I can feel the power of the White Immortal flowing within my body!"

Chen Qi silently left the crowd and returned to his residence.

He closed the door and immediately took out paper and pen to record his findings for the day.

"The key to the worship of incense and deities lies in three points."

He was writing while talking to himself.

"The first is the establishment of the temple, the second is the training of disciples, and the third is the foundation of believers."

He stopped writing, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"And what I have in abundance right now is a base of believers..."

As the "national advisor," he had a large number of followers among the people.

He used to treat these things as tools for acquiring resources, but now he realizes that it was a complete waste!

"However, directly copying Ma Xian's model would be too conspicuous."

Chen Qi pondered.

"It needs improvement..."

He recalled the layout of the hall he saw in the interior and began to sketch out his "company" blueprint.

Unlike the animal spirit system of shamanic practitioners, he intends to follow a more orthodox "divine path"—since believers don't care whether they worship fox spirits or "celestial deities".

"First, we need to establish a base in Interior 637..."