"Do you find the title ’diocre Lord’ sowhat peculiar?"
"In the eyes of our lord, you all are intelligent, stupid, diocre, and rational... There is no difference whatsoever. Everything in the world will ultimately head towards ruin..."
Zhong Shenxiu casually tossed over a book: "This is the scripture of our lord—it contains his teachings; you should take a good look..."
"Excuse ..."
Yamamura Xiaoyezi maintained her kneeling posture, receiving the scripture with both hands.
It was a thread-bound book that looked a bit like an antique, but it wasn’t thick.
She ran the pads of her fingers over the cover, and a description-defying sensation echoed in her heart.
On the cover, it seed as if streams of air were moving, countless phantoms erged, showing the birth and decline of worlds, the decay of worlds...
It threaded throughout ti, crossing past and future, reaching into eternity...
Yamamura Xiaoyezi was almost lost in the endless illusions. She suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, the coppery sweetness filling her mouth, snapping herself back to focus on the real cover.
There, written in a language that didn’t seem to belong to this world, was a line of text.
She could understand its aning.
It was— "The Book of Declaring Death"!
"Our lord is the only God, this world is on the brink of destruction, and only those who believe in our lord can attain salvation..."
Zhong Shenxiu continued, "He is magnificent, omnipresent, and He bestows protection and strength upon believers..."
Yamamura Xiaoyezi turned to the first page of "The Book of Declaring Death," and again saw those strange characters.
They were difficult to read, requiring her to continuously perceive and exchange spirits... Often it took a very long ti to read just one line, and reading too long would make her feel dizzy and nauseous.
Even so, she seed to understand a bit and spoke out, "Praise our lord!"
"He is a grand existence in the boundless mystery, the master of diocrity, the king of ruin!"
"At the sa ti, He is the only light of salvation at the end tis!"
...
Yamamura Xiaoyezi’s expression was devout with a hint of fanaticism, her voice sotis deep, sotis high-pitched, her spirit in a very strange state.
And in this state, she truly felt she was witnessing an indescribable grand being.
He had a thousand hands and eyes, resembling an ancient Buddha, radiating endless glory, with slits on the forehead, chest, back, and soles of the feet from which eyes peered all around.
The next mont, she seed to see an infinite expanse of darkness, where innurable symbols and mystical signs erged, forming doors, circles, umbrellas, and various other images...
Then the image of the grand being transford again.
It was an ancient god with a dragon and tiger at his side, enveloped in purple aura tens of thousands of feet tall, and imbued with intrinsic Dao Rhythm...
...
Thousand faces, volatile Dharma Body!
Yamamura Xiaoyezi’s eyes stread with tears of blood; although she had been permitted by Zhong Shenxiu, the sensation of sensing that Dharma Body still had a terrifying impact.
Her spirit had been completely changed, turning her into a fanatical follower of the unpredictable Dharma Body.
"diocre Lord! diocre Lord!"
Yamamura Xiaoyezi shouted wildly, and suddenly a layer of sweet dew appeared on her body.
The mist-like droplets enveloped her, healing her injuries and tears completely.
"This is the Small Revitalization Technique!"
Zhong Shenxiu said with a smile, "Our lord can bestow Divine Arts upon believers; this is His mighty power! Divine Arts must not be used lightly, and you must rember this when you preach in the future!"
This was also his attempt.
Although this was a world without magic, as long as there were people to recite the na of the unpredictable Dharma Body and sacrifice their own rationality, he could act as a relay to grant a certain supernatural strength.
Most of these techniques stemd from the Ghost Immortal Reincarnation Skill’s thod of collecting wishes, and a small part from the study of deceitfully harvesting rationality.
Once one reached a certain state, such tricks were quite simple to unravel.
"If it weren’t for the presence of the Ranch Owner, I could even rise power alone to revive the Spiritual Energy in this world..."
"Even if it’s not feasible, sneaking out a bit of faith, grabbing so rationality, is also not bad."
"After all, Deceit City wiped out a million people in one go, and the ranch owner didn’t do much, which shows that the alert threshold is still quite high, huh..."
Zhong Shenxiu mused to himself.
Yamamura Xiaoyezi had already recovered, looking at her flawless skin with greater devotion, she knelt down more earnestly, "I believe in our Lord alone!"
She was astounded by her own abilities.
This was supernatural power!
A force unreachable by ordinary people, now entirely within her grasp!
Just this fact was worth her lifelong allegiance.
Compared with this, the slight muddiness in her mind after casting Divine Arts was trivial.
"Yamamura Xiaoyezi, I appoint you as the Holy Daughter of Esoteric Buddhism in Japan, in charge of all missionary affairs there. I hope you work hard."
Zhong Shenxiu casually said.
Such an immature system, with great hidden dangers and costs, was better first tested out in Japan.
But to Yamamura Xiaoyezi, this was an unparalleled honor.
"Yes, Your Holiness, I will definitely complete the mission."
"Mm, then I leave it in your hands!"
...
Without a doubt.
A religion with a True God, able to bestow Divine Arts, would certainly spread rapidly, with unmatched competitive strength.
After all, besides the supernatural threats referred to as "Deceit" there were no other supernatural manifestations in the world.
"Then let’s go."
Zhong Shenxiu headed towards the Spirit Car, casually pulling open the door.
Don’t be fooled by their titles of a Sect Hierarch of Esoteric Buddhism and a Holy Daughter; they might sound impressive.
In reality, not only did they lack a luxury car with a chauffeur, the founder even had to drive himself, a reflection of the early struggles and hardships that bring sadness to the listener and tears to the beholder...
Fortunately, Yamamura Xiaoyezi had been utterly transford and felt nothing amiss, sitting in the back seat holding the "Death Notice," her face full of devotion as she asked, "Your Holiness, what exactly is a ’Spirit’?"
"It is a harbinger of world destruction, a rcenary of Hell, a minion of the abyss..."
Zhong Shenxiu said with a smile, "The Divine Arts granted by our Lord can indeed combat these supernatural threats, but rember... casting Divine Arts cos with a price, don’t confront them unless necessary..."
He had plans to develop believers in Japan, and if this Holy Daughter recklessly encountered a powerful supernatural threat,
She might very well die that day, and his investnt would be lost.
Hence, prudence was paramount.
Although the rationality commission he collected was probably lower than that of a Deceit Master’s, excessive consumption would still result in a hospital package deal.
In this magic-less world, to gain power, one must pay a price!
And often, a very severe price!
"Also, you should try to avoid an organization... it’s called, ’The Foundation!’"
Zhong Shenxiu said these cautionary words while steering the wheel.
However, he felt that once Xiaoyezi grew Esoteric Buddhism larger, they were bound to clash with it.
By that ti, this incompetence would likely have garnered her the na of a powerful supernatural entity.
...
In the bustling downtown, on a certain street.
Yamamura Xiaoyezi got out of the taxi, watching the vanishing shadow of the car in the street and bowed deeply.
"Please be assured, Your Holiness, Xiaoyezi will surely grow and strengthen Esoteric Buddhism in Japan!"
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