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

Chen Qi closed his eyes and sensed the acupoints he had opened last night, when suddenly a bold idea came to him.

Since he has far more acupoints than ordinary people, why not transform one of them into a "miniature temple"?

Just do it.

Chen Qi channeled all his divine sense into a relatively remote acupoint within his body.

Unlike his previous gentle approach, this time he charged in with brute force.

"open!"

The moment the acupoint barrier shattered, Chen Qi felt a sharp pain sweep over his entire body, but it was followed by an unprecedented clarity.

His divine sense created a small space within that acupoint.

Although it is only the size of a palm, it is indeed an existence independent of the interior scene!

"Success!"

Chen Qi was overjoyed and didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Although it's small, this is my space!"

He tried to channel the power of faith into this tiny church.

Chapter 290 Expanding the Scale

That was the faith he had accumulated over many years as the "national advisor," a faith that had not yet been exhausted.

Once the golden light entered the acupoint, it immediately stabilized the small space considerably.

"The next step is to expand..."

Chen Qi gasped for breath, feeling a wave of dizziness.

He knew that today's experiment had reached its limit, but the direction was clear.

He lay on the bed, staring at the mottled ceiling, his mind already sketching out a picture of the future.

You don't need to cultivate for a thousand years like Zhang Daoling, nor do you need to rely on others like a shaman.

He wants to take the third path—to establish his own sacred temple, uniting the faith of all people, and directly reach the holy position!

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water.

Unbeknownst to Chen Qi, Bai Xian was standing in the shadows of a tree in the distance, gazing thoughtfully at the window of his room.

"This kid... is not simple."

The woman in white sighed softly, then transformed into a beam of white light and vanished into the night.

Chen Qi stood in the shadows of the shrine, his eyes fixed intently on the ongoing initiation ceremony.

The hall was filled with the smoke of incense and the flickering candlelight, which made the Seven Star Platform where Grandma Bai sat appear like a fairyland.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked his chin, his mind racing as he calculated the feasibility of establishing a religious pilgrimage.

"This power system... is indeed interesting."

He muttered to himself, a glint in his eyes.

In the center of the hall, the shamanic disciple sat tremblingly on a specially made mahogany chair.

Liao Huzi, holding a copper bell, walked slowly around his disciples, chanting ancient divine tunes.

The tune rose and fell, sometimes sounding plaintive and sometimes stirring and passionate.

The sound echoed in the closed hall, causing the candlelight to flicker.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, may the immortal deities display their power—々‖—"

Chen Qi saw Liao Huzi take out a bright red silk rope from his pocket and skillfully begin to bind his disciple's wrists and ankles.

The rope looked ordinary, but in Chen Qi's special vision, he could see wisps of spiritual energy wrapped around it.

"The horse-riding ceremony has begun."

A thought struck him, and he subtly took half a step back to better observe the entire process.

The space inside the shrine seemed to undergo subtle changes as the ceremony progressed.

In Chen Qi's perception, the originally stable space began to fluctuate, as if some invisible entity was moving through it.

Ordinary people can't see it, but he can clearly sense it—it's the power of immortals surging.

"boom!"

Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the red rope binding the disciple burst open without warning, shattering into countless red threads that scattered in the air.

At the same time, the disciple trembled, and his previously dull eyes regained their luster.

"It's done!"

Liao Huzi was overjoyed and shook the copper bell even more rapidly.

Chen Qi's pupils contracted slightly as he saw that a gentle power had indeed appeared within the disciple's body, slowly circulating.

Even more surprisingly, the disciple's arm, which had been aching from rheumatism, was now able to move freely, and he had an incredulous expression on his face.

"Thank you for your grace, immortals!"

The disciple knelt down and kowtowed in excitement.

Guan Shihua then presented a carefully prepared offering—three cups of sake, a dish of red dates, and a bowl of water—which she arranged neatly in front of the Seven Star Platform.

Grandma Bai nodded, and the offering lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if its essence had been absorbed by something invisible.

"The immortals accepted it."

Guan Shihua breathed a sigh of relief and turned to her disciple.

"The immortals have now returned to your acupoint. From now on, make good offerings to them, and you will surely receive their protection."

The disciple repeatedly agreed, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

Seeing this, the onlookers were relieved, and the ceremony was able to continue.

Chen Qi quietly left the hall, his brows slightly furrowed.

He needs time to process everything he just saw.

He was stopped by Wang Ai as soon as he entered the courtyard.

"Brother Chen, do you think I have a chance of joining the temple?"

Wang Ai rubbed her hands together, her eyes full of anticipation.

Before Chen Qi could answer, Guan Shihua's voice came from behind him.

“Young Master Wang, forgive my bluntness, but your affinity with the immortals is still shallow, and your hopes are slim.”

Wang Ai, however, didn't take it to heart and confidently patted her chest.

"Miss Guan, you are mistaken. My Wang family has accumulated virtue and done good deeds for generations. How could the immortals not favor us?"

At this moment, Lü Ci walked over from the side, looking around.

(Wang Hao Zhao) "Hey, where's Chen Qi? He was just here a moment ago."

"I'm here."

Chen Qi's voice came from the lakeside. Everyone turned their heads and saw him slowly walking out of the lake, water droplets still dripping from his hair.

"Brother Chen, what's this?"

Lü Ci raised an eyebrow.

"Take a bath to wake up."

Chen Qi casually tossed his hair, and water droplets shimmered in the sunlight.

Lu Ci, without suspecting anything, then spoke.

"By the way, my elder brother would like to ask Brother Chen for some pointers. Would you do me the honor?"

Chen Qi glanced at the ongoing ceremony and shook his head.

"Grandma Bai is presiding over the initiation ceremony today; it's not advisable to make noise. Let's do it another day." (Blow)

Chapter 291 In-depth Discussion of the Dao

Lu Ci was slightly disappointed, but knowing the importance of the matter, he did not insist.

After everyone had left, Chen Qi found a quiet corner, sat cross-legged, and appeared to be meditating and regulating his breathing, but in reality, he had quietly entered his personal inner world.

There, he could observe everything in the outside world with a more acute sense of perception.

"The power of incense offerings...the power of faith..."

Inside the inner vision, Chen Qi murmured to himself, the subtle energy flows during the ritual appearing before his eyes.

"It does have similarities with my cultivation system."

He meticulously recorded every detail.

How do deities establish a connection with their disciples through specific rituals? How is their power transmitted, and how does it remain stably within the human body?

These are all valuable materials, and they have important reference value for him in building his own "company".

The ceremony lasted for a full day.

When the last disciple completed his initiation, the sky was filled with stars.

Guan Shihua and Liao Huzi were so tired they could barely stand, but they had satisfied smiles on their faces.

Although Grandma Bai was still in good spirits at 637, she also showed signs of fatigue.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Grandma Bai said kindly.

"I have prepared a simple banquet; please do me the honor of attending."

At the banquet, the long table was laden with delicacies from the mountains and wild game, and everyone toasted and drank, creating a lively atmosphere.

Chen Qi only scratched the surface, spending most of his time observing Grandma Bai's every move.

After the banquet, everyone went to relax in the hot springs in twos and threes.

Chen Qi, however, took the initiative to stay and bowed to Grandma Bai.

"Senior, I have some questions about cultivation. May I ask for your guidance?"

Grandma Bai's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she smiled.

"Please speak freely, young friend Chen."

The two moved to a quiet room and began a deep discussion by candlelight.

"The incense and deity practices of our predecessors, based on faith and bridged by the power of vows, are indeed profound."

Chen Qi got straight to the point.

"But I don't understand, why do immortals need to manifest through the human body? Wouldn't it be more convenient to manifest directly?"

Grandma Bai took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.

"Heaven and earth have their constant laws. Although immortals are extraordinary and detached from worldly affairs, they are still bound by the laws. The human body is a spiritual entity of heaven and earth, and is the best medium."

She gave Chen Qi a meaningful look.

"Moreover, faith needs a foundation; without someone to carry it on, the flame of faith will die out."

Chen Qi nodded thoughtfully.

"I see. Then may I ask, senior, how should one begin if someone wishes to establish their own incense-burning system?"

Grandma Bai paused in her teacup and looked up to scrutinize Chen Qi.

"Young friend, you have lofty ambitions."

She put down her teacup.

"The way of incense offerings begins with cause and effect."