Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 450: 460: Lost God

"Da da da……"

Looking at the fallen tiles, Zhou Xing drummed his fingers on the table and fell into deep thought.

As the saying goes, one place cannot worship two gods.

The power of the God of Death is very great in Los Angeles. Although the authorities can control the situation on the surface and prohibit people from believing in evil gods, human hearts are ultimately difficult to restrain, especially secular gods like the God of Death who can break through the shackles of life and death of humans.

As long as you are a human being, you will inevitably encounter unexpected situations at home, such as elderly parents or accidents among your children.

The original meaning of "丧" is to lose, which can also be developed into death and burial...

The God of Death is in charge of misfortunes in life and death. He can affect the boundary between life and death, slightly control the direction of a person's fate, and determine life and death.

Because of this powerful channel power, the God of Death has always been a superior god among all the lesser gods.

In the secular world, the number of believers of the God of Death is no less than that of the God of Happiness who is in charge of marriage. Beliefs in both happy and sad events are almost all encompassed by the God of Happiness and the God of Death.

The God of Death suddenly descended upon the world to recruit believers, and his greatest attraction to people was his power to slow down human death.

For example, a person was rushed to the hospital due to a sudden car accident, and his family members were waiting anxiously outside.

At this time, if you believe in the God of Death, you can pull your loved ones back from the critical moment of life and death. Who can resist being moved?
This is equivalent to snatching people from the hands of the King of Hell.

Because of this, the number of followers of the God of Death grew much faster than that of ordinary gods. By the time the authorities discovered it, it had already developed a huge network of followers in Los Angeles without anyone noticing.

From ordinary people to government officials, and even some wealthy businessmen and celebrities, all have become believers of the God of Death.

Its influence is spreading like a plague at an extremely fast speed, penetrating into every corner of Los Angeles.

It would be fine if the God of Death was just about saving lives, but the authorities would also be happy to see those who are in life-threatening situations due to accidents being rescued.

But the power of the God of Death is far more than just saving lives, it is more about creating death.

Every follower of the God of Death who wants to save a person must take the life of another person in exchange with the God of Death.

People's morality and conscience are often only based on people who are close to them, while for strangers, especially those who have nothing to do with themselves, most people will choose to ignore or even sacrifice them.

The God of Death takes advantage of this weakness in human nature and binds his believers tightly to himself.

"The higher-ups want to get rid of the God of Death, but at this stage they are not strong enough to eliminate it without affecting social stability."

"In fact, the best way is to let the secular gods fight among themselves."

Zhou Xing muttered something in a low voice, stood up, and picked up the broken tile from the ground.

"The city of Luo was previously occupied by the God of Death, and now a temple of incense and fire has appeared in the transit area."

“There won’t be two tigers in the same mountain. One of them will be devoured.”

"The authorities can use this opportunity to ambush and wait for their chance to strike."

There was a gleam in Zhou Xing's eyes. He threw his hand lightly upwards, and the broken tile seemed to be glued together by some strange force and flew back to the position before it fell.

He still doesn't know about the temple of Lord Yin built in the transit area under his jurisdiction.

So the solution that came to mind was to use this new god who had just arrived in Los Angeles to balance the God of Death, while they, the officials, would hide in the dark and reap the benefits.

He walked back to the table, picked up the pen again, and wrote down everything he had just thought about.

He looked at the full page of writing in front of him with satisfaction, and his mood gradually became cheerful.

"My plan will definitely stand out and become a practical project. Once I earn this wave of merit, I will apply to the higher-ups for a lighter position. With merits under my belt, I'm not afraid that those old guys won't agree."

Zhou Xing lay on the wooden chair with a smile on his face, already beginning to imagine his life after retirement.

But at this moment, there was another violent vibration, and the tile he had just sent up fell down again.

"Clap!"

The sound of tiles was crisp, but it sounded particularly harsh to Zhou Xing's ears.

……

“It’s finally stable!”

The old immortal from the South Pole looked at the tall statue standing in front of him with great complacency, stroked his beard and chuckled.

He seemed to have done something great, and his whole body exuded a sense of relaxation after being exhausted.

However, Zhuge Qing next to him couldn't help but secretly give the Immortal Nan Ji a blank look.

During this period, he was the one who took care of all the matters related to finding materials and building the temple. The other party just went out to find some secular sons who could be used.

He usually spends his time either eating melon seeds or sleeping, but now that the final step of building the temple has been completed, he acts as if it was all his credit.

If it weren't for the fact that the Old Immortal of the South Pole had a very high status and was also a human immortal, Zhuge Qing would have cursed at him long ago.

"What do you see me doing?"

The old immortal of the South Pole noticed Zhuge Qing's gaze and gave him a probing look.

Zhuge Qing gave an awkward laugh and quickly turned his head away to avoid meeting the gaze of the Antarctic Immortal.

He was really afraid that his contempt for the other person would be noticed.

Although both of them are now officials in front of Lord Yin's temple and have equal status.

But the gap in strength was there, and Zhuge Qing didn't dare to offend the Antarctic Immortal at all.

Turning his head to look at the statue of Lord Yin in front of him, Zhuge Qing sighed. At this moment, the same complacent look that had just appeared in the eyes of the Antarctic Immortal appeared in his eyes.

He put all his heart and soul into designing this statue. It can be said that except for the carving, the entire statue of Lord Yin was designed by him personally.

From the strands of hair on the statue's head to the base of the shrine below the statue, every step was carefully designed by him, and the specifications and systems were completed according to the highest standards achievable in the world today.

Because of the temple construction, he has not entered the secular world for several days.

He also called over those secular people he knew to help build the temple.

Now that the temple has been built and the statue has been returned to its place, all Lord Yin needs to do is place his spirit on the statue and the job will be done.

Zhuge Qing admired his masterpiece immensely.

"The statue of the Lord of the North Sea at the Yinsi Shrine of the Mysterious Power of Universal Salvation!"

This is the correct way to pronounce the incense statue before you.

Seen from the front, the first perspective of the statue is that of a handsome young man, with a gloomy and domineering look between his brows and sharp eyes that seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

From the left side, he looks like a plain and gentle middle-aged man with deep and restrained eyes. He stands tall and straight like a pine tree, staring straight ahead, as if thinking about something.

While when viewed from the right side, he looks like an old man in his twilight years. He gives people the feeling of having experienced many vicissitudes of life and reveals a wisdom that sees through the world.

The body and robes of the statue are also carved extremely delicately, and every wrinkle on the robe is lifelike, as if it would be blown by the wind at any time.

The statue's right hand was slightly raised with the palm facing down, as if suppressing something. Its left hand was holding a long sword with mysterious runes on it.

Zhuge Qing paced around the statue, then walked around a few more times, examining it from all angles, and became more and more satisfied. "Such a perfect statue will surely satisfy the Lord of the Mansion," he muttered to himself.

The old immortal of the South Pole also nodded. Although he did not agree with Zhuge Qing's contribution, he had to admit that the statue designed by the other party was indeed a masterpiece and better than those statues of worldly gods and immortals he had seen.

"Next, we can wait for Master Yin to arrive!" said the Immortal Nan Ji.

Zhuge Qing was also looking forward to it. He only needed to wait for the spirit to enter the statue, and then the temple would be able to officially begin accepting worship and receiving incense.

He walked to the incense burner, took out three long incense sticks, lit them and inserted them. Wisps of smoke rose up and penetrated the roof of the temple, as if summoning something.

Time passed slowly, and gradually, a strong wind suddenly blew in the temple.

"Huwu..."

In an instant, the sky over the entire transit area darkened rapidly, and the fog that had shrouded the transit area for a long time was like being reached into by a huge hand, forcibly stirred and swirled.

"coming soon?"

The old immortal from the South Pole suddenly raised his head and clearly felt the breath of a secular god approaching quickly.

"What are you all doing here? Get out!" Zhuge Qing immediately started to chase them away.

Zhao Biao was naturally one of them.

He really wanted to witness the scene of Lord Yin's spirit descending, but unfortunately Zhuge Qing did not give him the opportunity at all and cleared out all the outsiders on the spot.

He and a group of spiritualists were driven out of the temple, and then heard the temple door slam shut behind them.

"Fuck! We put in a lot of effort, but in the end they just kicked us out. This is such a jerk!" A spirit craftsman muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, don't say these useless things. It's enough to meet the South Pole Immortal. You still want to meet Master Yin? Don't you know what people are saying about Master Yin?
Great vulgar god! !

Besides, it’s not like they didn’t pay us. We have helped those immortals build temples so many times, but none of them paid as much as the old immortal Nanji. Be content!”

"..."

The spirit craftsman who was being scolded turned black in the face, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight: "You are the only good person, right!"

Zhao Biao stood up with a gloomy face, and separated the two men with one hand each: "Stop arguing, after all, we are brothers working together. I feel something is not right."

"Something's wrong?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two spirit craftsmen who had been arguing just now stopped what they were doing, and looked in the direction Zhao Biao was looking, with shocked expressions.

"This is so wrong!"

I saw a drop of black ink dripping into the fog not far ahead, and the thick, cold and dead air quickly spread out, as if it was going to swallow up the entire transit area.

"Is this Master Yin coming?"

Zhao Biao frowned and replied, "It's not Master Yin!"

His family has a high status in Luo City, and he himself is an important member of the Xiawu Luanjin Hall, and knows a lot of obscure things about Luo City.

"That is the deathly aura of the dead, and has nothing to do with Master Yin."

The two spirit craftsmen looked at Zhao Biao at the same time when they heard this, because they both heard a slight tremor in Zhao Biao's voice.
“Sang…Sang Shen?!”

"But isn't it Master Yin who is being called? Why is there a God of Death?"

However, Zhao Biao did not answer, his eyes were fixed straight ahead.

In the fog tainted by death, a huge black shadow gradually emerged from the haze.

It was a tall and thin figure wearing a black robe and a white hat.

Its face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, quietly looking in the direction of Zhao Biao and others.

"The God of Death has come in person?!"

Zhao Biao took a deep breath and whispered with certainty yet uncertainty, his tone full of fear.

The aura from the other person was like the embodiment of death, cold and heavy, making everyone feel short of breathing.

"Run!"

Zhao Biao shouted and turned and ran without thinking.

However, the speed of losing one's mind is even faster.

It just raised its eyes and glanced at Zhao Biao and others, and a black energy swept over in an instant, covering Zhao Biao and others.

After a while, Zhao Biao and others felt cold all over, as if something was draining their vitality at a very fast speed.

Their bodies became hard, their skin began to turn black, and death corroded their nerves, making them unable to even scream.

However, at this critical moment, a dazzling light shot out from not far away and landed on Sangshen, temporarily interrupting Sangshen's next move.

Zhao Biao and others felt relieved and were pulled back from the brink of death.

This time, Zhao Biao was completely certain that the one who appeared in the transit area of Luocheng was undoubtedly the God of Sang.

But why is it here?

Is it possible to call the wrong god?
The only thought in Zhao Biao's mind now was to escape, so when he saw someone holding Sangshen, he immediately dragged his weak body away.

Zhou Xing walked out slowly, holding a longbow in his hand, and looked at Sangshen with a frown.

Behind him were a large number of official nobles who had rushed over after hearing the news. At the same time, all the masters in Luo City and surrounding cities received orders from their superiors the moment the God of Sang appeared in the transit area, and rushed over quickly.

The divine bow in Zhou Xing's hand emitted a faint light. He stared at Sangshen and said, "You have crossed the line!"

The bow in his hand is the Sun-Shooting Bow, which is recorded in the Weapon Legend Atlas and ranked 33rd.

Although he himself was not strong enough to defeat the God of Death, with the Sun-Shooting Bow, he could at least hold out for a while.

However, the God of Death didn't seem to be concerned about Zhou Xing's threat. He didn't even look at him. His eyes were always on the incense temple in front of him.

At this time, the wisp of cigarette smoke had gradually condensed into a column of smoke that led to the sky. The God of Death stared at the column of smoke, as if he could see somewhere deeper through it.

"This new temple...did I let it be built?" Sangshen's voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless resentment and coldness.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xing looked in the direction of the temple.

"This is a transit area under official jurisdiction. You are not allowed to act recklessly."

Just now he was still thinking about how to report to his superiors how to deal with the matter of the God of Death. Who could have thought that the other party would come and kill him at this time.

"official?"

Upon hearing this, the God of Death just glanced at him coldly, and the death aura around him became stronger and stronger, rushing towards the temple like a surging tide.

What secular gods value most is incense and offerings. When another secular god appears in their territory, it is like a stranger suddenly running into their house with a knife.

Although the God of Death has been in the human world for quite some time, it is still too unruly to tolerate any other secular gods appearing in its territory, even in the transit area.

(End of this chapter)