World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 205 "The God of Agriculture"

Kurupila, on the contrary, stomped his large feet on the mud with a loud thud, and joined the dancing gods, clapping and singing joyfully.

Lin An climbed up the boy's fiery red hair, looking around.

Everyone was wearing animal masks, so their faces were not visible. The people here resembled beastmen with wild animal features, and had small canine teeth.

Previously, Brother Lei and Sister Shuzi transformed into totem-like beasts to increase their combat power, intentionally raising their corruption value in preparation for the final battle with Jericho.

Now that the battle is over, they may have taken the opportunity to reduce their pollution levels, and their appearance has changed.

Finding the "two-legged form" among a chaotic, spinning mob is an incredibly difficult task.

After a moment's thought, Lin An silently recited in his heart.

"Sister Mouse, Sister Mouse, Aunt Mouse...you're watching me, right?"

Sure enough, the sound of rustling yellow sand suddenly rang out, and the beaver's telepathic connection flashed through his mind.

"Only you, Lin An, would call a perfectly normal person such a strange name."

A woman wearing a beaver mask stepped out of the crowd. Her brown skin was covered with a thick layer of oily brown fur, and her brightly colored fingernails held a glass of corn-based chicha. She stared sharply at Lin An.

“Kid, you’ve become a real kid.” In her other hand, she held a comb, tidying her sweat-dampened, unkempt hair. “I overheard your conversation with Gao Ma.”

“Dear Sand Clan, I wish to request your wisdom.” Lin An saw a plump and fat beaver through the mist, completely different from the small and delicate mouse he remembered, which was quite a shock. “I also hope you can give me a few hairs.”

"Wisdom, ha! You never listen to me; as for hair, there's plenty, take whatever you want."

The beaver plucked the fur from the comb and tossed it in clumps to Lin An, who steadied himself on top of Kurupila's head and caught the constantly flying brown fur.

The little mouse's fur was stiff, short, and black, like a formed mound of sand. Lin An plucked a few white hairs from the little figure in the bottle and rubbed them together.

“You’re the worst barber I’ve ever seen,” Beaver said disgruntledly. “What is this?”

"I'll treat my deliveryman." Lin An pinched the fluffy ball and patted Kurupila heavily beneath him. "Gabriel, I found someone I know. Thanks for escorting me all the way."

"Ok?"

Kurupila stopped her bouncing dance, and Lin An leaped up from above. The beaver drank the Chicha in one gulp, caught the little man in the bottle in mid-air with one hand, and looked back and forth between him and the boy.

Upon seeing this, Kurupila's gaze immediately darkened.

"You can't leave. You have to play with me. That's what we agreed on before."

His tone was extremely fierce, a stark contrast to his earlier liveliness. His red hair blazed with fury, and the three-meter-long whip around his waist unwrapped itself, swaying back and forth like a robust vine, drawing frequent glances from the crowd.

He truly deserves to be called the fifth son of the evil god Tau.

The beaver squinted, unlike the moose which immediately defended Lin An.

The chaos attracted the attention of several people: an alpaca-like half-orc, a woman with a noose around her neck, and a man with emerald feathers adorning the back of his head like a peacock spreading its tail.

They surrounded the three of them, preventing them from peeping.

“Gabriel,” the beaver finally spoke, “you have a disagreement with our guests at ‘Wakataka’.”

"He asked me to bring him to see the white, singing deer, and I brought him there. Now it's his turn to fulfill his agreed-upon duty!" Kurupila said domineeringly. "This Linan is destined to stay by my side and be my playmate forever!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his whip lashed out even more wildly, its tip poised to strike.

"Be careful not to get poked," the beaver warned. "Any creature that is violated by Kurupila, whether it has two legs or four legs, will become pregnant with his child. The fetus will grow rapidly and will uncontrollably release a certain amount of radiation and pollution during childbirth."

“But I’m a man,” Lin An said in surprise.

“His fertilization targets include males.” The beaver used its other hand to protect the little figure in the bottle. “Kurupyra is the goddess of fertility, with the power to impregnate any species, regardless of gender.”

Mystery is bizarre, cruel, and ever-changing. Lin An raised an eyebrow.

Kurupila was the first person Lin An had ever seen who could use external force to interfere with the original energy that other individuals had already mastered.

However, for some mysterious individuals whose pollution levels exceed 60%, who have lost their minds and gone mad, Kurupila's ability to simultaneously reduce two values ​​might still be one of the few ways to "cure" them.

The charm of the myths of the Lower East Continent lies in their wildness and naturalness, which are difficult to criticize from a modern perspective.

Although he couldn't see the panel, Lin An felt that Kurupila must be the "God of Agriculture".

This medium is common, but he has never encountered a god of agriculture who can truly be called a rival.

Based on experience, the properties of this medium are "helping," and its abilities are related to telepathy, confusion, and "sealing."

When the contamination level of the little canine teeth soared, it was Sister Mouse who stood by her side to suppress it. At this moment, wasn't Kurupila's ability to get pregnant also a kind of seal?

Seeing that the boy was about to launch an attack, Lin An remained calm and threw the yarn ball he had just made. The light ball drew an arc and attracted Kurupila's attention.

"Gift!"

The crimson flames died down, and the boy abandoned Lin An and the dumbfounded beaver, chasing the ball further and further away with complete focus. His long whip wrapped back around his waist, making him appear harmless.

"This works?" Beaver was shocked. "Legend has it that the only way for a hunter to escape Kurupila is to throw a ball of yarn, which will drive him to abandon everything and chase after it, driven by his ball-playing instincts."

Lin paused for a moment, then said, "Even if the method doesn't work, it's fine to talk to you and play with him. Anyway, I only have about forty minutes left."

“You don’t want to damage our relationship with the Guarani gods,” Beaver said bluntly. “Kid, I admire your wit. Let me think about how to answer your question.”

"Thank you, Huangsha tribe."

Meanwhile, the three deities subtly rejoined the dancing crowd, but their gazes were noticeably more gentle, and the alpaca even nodded to Lin An in a friendly manner as a greeting.

Urkuchira, the Inca god of animal husbandry.

Lin An greeted the alpaca in the same way it did the alpaca, who gave a satisfied "ooh" and turned to leave.

“Your concerns can be summarized into two points.” Beaver carried Lin An, weaving through the crowd. “First, what kind of treatment will the Thirteen Heavens give you? Second, is the Holy Spirit a mystic of iconographic level?”

So the Golden Kingdom's aristocratic family is called the "Thirteen Heavens." Lin An thought, ever since the last "Wakataka," every crucial piece of information has been revealed by Sister Rat.

Although she was the most distant from Lin An among the Four Gods, she spoke clearly and acted efficiently, unlike the others who were fond of "illusions" and riddles.

“I used to be a makeup and costume designer in Hollywood.”

The beaver heard what he was thinking and gave a calm reply.

"Back to your question, the Thirteen Heavens accepts all comers. Several Vasichous who were attracted to Gao Ma have been accepted. You are far more outstanding than them."

"Really."

"However, we also have conditions. First, there must be no chaos, conflict, or disputes within the tribe. If you just forced me to fight Kurupila, hmph..."

"While I was guarding the tent, a god of afternoon naps tried to test me, but Brother Deer chased him away. How should this be accounted for?"

"So that woman can only linger around the 'Sun Heaven'," the beaver said dismissively. "The second point is closely related to the first. The treatment you receive in the [Thirteenth Heaven] depends on the approval of the 'Holy Spirit'."

“Holy Spirit…”

Lin An pondered the word, which in its native dialect is equivalent to "God" in the traditional sense.

"The thirteen heavens correspond to the thirteen levels of the Holy Spirit's gifts: the Moon Heaven, the Star Heaven, the Sun Heaven, the Venetian Planetary Heaven, the Comet Heaven, the Green Heaven, the Night Heaven, the Storm Heaven, the Day Heaven, the Yellow Heaven, the Red Heaven, the Gold Heaven, and the Omeogan Heaven."

Lin An was caught off guard by the string of dishes being recited, so he quickly wrote them down and planned to organize them later.

“I belong to the ‘Comet Sky,’ while Gao Ma is already in the ‘Green Sky.’” Beaver chuckled softly. “That’s all the wisdom I have. Your request has been fulfilled, kid.”

What do these so-called 'heavens' represent?

“Language is not a panacea, Lin An.” Beaver did not answer. “No one can sit in a tent tossing and turning and realize the true essence of life and the soul. You can only find its meaning by embarking on a journey.”

She lowered her dry palm and placed Lin An on a stack of sweet potatoes.

"Wait here. I'll go find Eagle Wing and Little Fang. They might tell you more, or they might not tell you as much as I do, but it will all be your own personal experience."

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A cold wind blew through the rainforest, dispelling the humid heat.

It rolled up the ball of yarn that Kurupila was playing with, tossed it high into the air, and the boy stared wide-eyed, shouting "My ball!" as he chased after it in the direction of the wind.

An unusual cold wind transformed into a hummingbird, which picked up a ball of yarn halfway through its flight and placed it in a person's hands, allowing the person to examine its internal structure closely.

Those colorful eyes, like totems, suddenly transformed into a kaleidoscope of ever-changing patterns. Deep within were swirling nebulae, while the outer layer featured micro-carved patterns of corn, rivers, leaves, humans, and pythons, instantly revealing all the mysteries of the fluffy ball.

The information flowed into this person's mind, creating ripples like waves.

Kurupila parted the banana leaves and unexpectedly encountered this person.

"Give it back!" he shouted angrily as he stepped forward. "This is my payment!"

"Look...look." The other person said in a strange tone, with the vocal cords of a man, a woman, a leopard, a snake, and a hummingbird coming from all directions, "It was...made for you."

"Give it back to me right now!"

Kurupila snatched the fluffy ball, her anger vanishing and replaced by an excited expression.

"I don't know you. But you smell wonderful. If you're hungry, you're welcome to join our ritual."

The boy looked Him up and down, and suddenly realized that he could not see His true form at all. There was only a half-concave and half-convex colored symbol, which was complicated and strange.

Then the symbol disappeared without a word, as if it had never existed.

"What a strange fellow," Kurupila remarked.

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