Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 452: Half a Volume of the Book of Life and Death (I)

"You want to destroy my temple?"

A calm voice suddenly rang out in the violently shaking temple. The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a force that suppressed everything.

The temple stopped shaking, and a gray-black, majestic yin energy began to seep out of the thick deathly aura surrounding it.

The two forces devoured and crushed each other, like two roaring beasts tearing each other's flesh and blood.

Sangshen did not move, and Lin Beixuan just looked at the other's back quietly, with a series of prompts echoing in his mind.

[You encounter a special target: the little vulgar god - the God of Death. ]

[The God of Funeral: Red clothes represent weddings, white clothes represent funerals. He is the white-clothed God of Funeral, one of the two red and white gods in the market. He speaks with the collective resentment of the unjustly dead. He becomes stronger due to the constant sacrifices made by the world. There are rumors among the people that he has a secret connection with the underworld.]

[The common god illustration book is opened, and the information about the dead god is partially unlocked. 】

[You come into contact with and fight against the minor god - the God of Death, and successfully obtain part of his fate - ill-fated.]

[Misfortunes never come alone (purple): Blessings never come alone, misfortunes never come alone, what is destined to happen will happen eventually, what is not destined to happen should not be forced, fate is already predetermined, we should let it take its course, but the star of death is even closer to fate, change fate by looking at the face, carry luck to rush the star, attract disaster +100, divinity +200, disaster +75, intimidation +50, additional ability - change fate. ]

[You have entered a special area: the God-killing Altar. ]

[The illustration of the secular god's temple is opened, and the information of the funeral god's altar is unlocked. 】

[Sang Shen Altar: The area that the Song Shen forcibly transformed for the arrival of his clone is transformed into an altar dojo, which can be used by the Song Shen to display his power. All the lives on the altar have their luck reduced by 25. The fate affected by the Song Shen's disaster spirit will fall into a "fate misfortune" state for a short period of time.]

[Misfortune: When you are inside the altar of the God of Death, your fate is uncertain and may change at any time. The God of Death has the right to slightly change your fate and affect your luck.]

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"Can it slightly change your fate?"

Lin Beixuan raised his eyelids slightly, and his expression changed from calm to serious.

It was the first time he had encountered a secular god that could change the fate of others, something that even the secular rulers seemed unable to do.

The God of Death turned around and looked at Lin Beixuan, half of its face was hidden in the deathly aura, and the other half was frighteningly pale.

The touch from his palm was cold and stiff. Only then did Lin Beixuan notice that the body in front of him did not seem to be a human, but a cold corpse.

"Ho ho..."

The God of Death had a smile on his face, but the smile was so strange that Lin Beixuan couldn't help but get goosebumps.

A wisp of death passed by his eyes, and a short reminder instantly appeared in his mind.

【Your fate is being shaken. 】

On his panel, the three horoscope signs on the columns suddenly began to flicker, and the words gradually became blurred.

However, this process only lasted for a moment, and the fate stabilized again, and even emitted a faint glow of different lights.

Lin Beixuan raised his eyebrows and immediately knew what was going on.

He looked at the god of sorrow in front of him and saw the surprise in his eyes.

"Are you shaking my destiny?"

The God of Death controlled his body and asked in disbelief: "Why?"

It knows how special its abilities are and can shake and change a person's destiny in a short period of time. Unless the person has a particularly strong destiny, under its interference, he or she may go from prosperity to decline or even die on the spot.

Even if one's fate is particularly tough, there are other ways to reduce his luck. If one is unlucky enough, he can fall flat on the ground. The Immortal of the South Pole is a good example.

But just now, it found that it could not shake the fate of the person in front of it no matter what. The fate was so hard that it was as if there was a mountain in front of it, and it was just a foolish man carrying a hoe and trying to move the mountain.

If it were just that, it would be fine, but it can also reduce the opponent's luck.

Luck and fate are connected. As long as you influence the luck of the other person, his fate will be affected.

But Sangshen was surprised to find that he seemed unable to even influence the other party's luck.

In a word, it means being eaten to death.

Lin Beixuan opened his hand expressionlessly, pressed it directly on the head of the corpse controlled by the God of Death, and then squeezed it hard.

"Bang!!"

The corpse exploded from top to bottom into a ball of blood mist, and as the negative energy swept through, even the blood mist disappeared.

Lin Beixuan stared indifferently at the floating mass of death in front of him and said lightly.

"I'm not them. Either you come here in person, I don't like talking to myself in front of a corpse."

Ding Ling Dang...

The dull sound of chains colliding together, and thick black chains stretched out from the void and directly into the deathly air.

Obviously the death energy in front of him was just a ball of empty mist, but the chains seemed to be able to penetrate this ball of death energy and bind the real things inside.

"Come to me and I will return your true spirit to you." Lin Beixuan stared quietly at the dead air in front of him, and spoke with a hint of persuasion in his tone.

However, the God of Death ignored his words, and a shocked voice came from the thick deathly aura.

"What is your relationship with the underworld? Didn't the underworld collapse a long time ago?"

Lin Beixuan walked slowly up to the platform and came to his statue.

He looked at his own statue, a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and responded to Sangshen nonchalantly.

"You haven't been back to the secular world for too long. Before I go back, I will take you to see the new underworld."

"A new underworld?!"

In a huge underground space in Luo City, Sangshen held his breath and savored what Lin Beixuan said through that wisp of true spirit.

When it heard the words "new underworld", it felt a little panicked, and the expression on its face became distorted and hideous.

The real God of Death does not look like the corpse it controls, but is dressed in a snow-white long robe with black lines on it.

Its face was pale, its facial features seemed to be stretched, and its eye sockets and lips seemed to be stained with blood, which looked particularly scary and abrupt on the pale face.

"What is his relationship with the underworld? Is the underworld really back?"

The God of Death muttered to himself in the space filled with incense. He seemed to have a big hand locking his throat, and gradually became anxious and uneasy.

Ever since the road to the underworld was cut off and the gates of the underworld were closed a hundred years ago, these guys who originally survived the underworld have become secular gods in the secular world.

The minor official in the underworld who was responsible for capturing spirits and sending away ghosts turned into a soul-capturing god. The witch official who was responsible for helping to manage the Naihe Bridge returned to the human world in an attempt to enjoy love, but ended up turning into the Zi Gu god who led evil spirits to cause harm.

And it, once a clerk under the judge in the underworld, has turned into a minor secular god of high rank - the God of Death.

At first, no one understood why the underworld suddenly collapsed and disappeared, and even the ancient Yellow Springs Road leading to the underworld was cut off.

This also prevented these little gods from returning to the underworld, so they stayed in the human world and started to live their own lives.

Over hundreds of years, they have become accustomed to the days when the underworld is no longer around and enjoy the endless incense from the human world.

But the more they enjoy themselves, the deeper their fear of returning to the underworld becomes.

Because the underworld forbids the servants of the underworld to serve as secular gods in the world of the living. This was a strict rule set by the Lord of the underworld, and any underworld god who dared to disobey was thrown into purgatory without exception.

To this day, Sangshen can still recall the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, who was sitting high in the hall, wearing a black robe and embracing countless stars and the underworld behind him.

If the other party really comes back, then...

Thinking of this, Sangshen couldn't help but look down at the incomplete ancient book in his hand.

Wow~
As if sensing the gaze of the God of Death, the pages of the ancient book moved without wind. The pages were empty, as if waiting for someone to write a name on them with a pen.

"Half of the Book of Life and Death is enough to lock me up in purgatory, and I will never be able to escape!"

There was fear in the eyes of the God of Death. It wanted to throw away the half-volume Book of Life and Death from its hands, but no matter what method it used, the Book of Life and Death seemed to be stuck to its hands and could not be taken off.

……

Ding-ling-dang-dang~~
The true spirit of the God of Death was dragged directly into the underworld by Lin Beixuan, cutting off its connection with its ego consciousness.

"Sorry, I'm late." Lin Beixuan turned his head to look at Zhuge Qing and said lightly.

"No, the Lord has arrived at the right time!" Zhuge Qing breathed a sigh of relief, his face showing excitement.

He really thought that his life was going to end here, but fortunately Lin Beixuan appeared at the last moment.

Lin Beixuan looked around the temple that belonged to him, and said with some appreciation: "This temple is very good. Thank you for your hard work during this period of time."

As he spoke, Lin Beixuan waved his hand, and a shadow of the Xuanhuang Tower flashed between his fingers, and then two drops of golden liquid flew in front of Zhuge Qing.

"You and the South Pole Immortal each get one drop."

"What is this?" Zhuge Qing stared at it in a daze. The liquid in front of him emitted a faint fragrance. He just smelled it and felt that his body, which was slightly injured by the influence of the deathly aura, was slowly healing.

"Although it is not a complete Xuanhuang Dao Seed, it is enough for you."

Lin Beixuan looked outside the temple and saw an old figure staggering in and kneeling directly in front of him.

"I have failed to protect the temple well, please forgive me, sir." The old immortal from the South Pole lowered his head, his gray beard spread on the ground.

He was feeling a little embarrassed. At the last moment, he turned around and ran. He thought that the temple could no longer be defended, but he did not expect that Lin Beixuan actually returned to the temple at the critical moment and directly dispersed the true spirit of the God of Death.

Lin Beixuan had no intention of blaming the Nanji Old Immortal, and said calmly: "You can call me Lord of the Mansion like Zhuge Qing."

"Yes... Lord Fu!"

"This drop of Xuanhuang Liquid is yours."

Lin Beixuan lightly tapped his finger, and one drop of the two drops of golden liquid in front of Zhuge Qing floated in front of the Antarctic Immortal.

"The Xuanhuang Liquid can, to a certain extent, make up for the deficient foundation of a person's cultivation. If used properly, it should be of great benefit to you."

The old immortal from the South Pole raised his head and looked at the Xuanhuang liquid flying in front of him, and his Adam's apple rolled.

As a veteran in the secular world, how could he not know what Xuanhuang Liquid is.

But he had only heard of it and had never tasted it.

It is rumored that the Xuanhuang Liquid was born from the Xuanhuang Dao Seed, and the Xuanhuang Dao Seed was a magical object used by the royal families of all dynasties to cultivate the princes' spiritual power. It originated from the Jiutian Xuanhuang Tower, which was ranked in the top ten of the Weapon Legend Atlas.

The old immortal of Nanji carefully recalled the information about the Xuanhuang Liquid in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

He looked at Lin Beixuan with shining eyes, and couldn't wait to take out a jade bottle from his arms and put the Xuanhuang Liquid away.

Zhuge Qing next to him also followed suit, taking out his most precious treasure bottle and putting the Xuanhuang Liquid into it.

After doing all this, Zhuge Qing stood up again, took out three long incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.

Although Lin Beixuan himself has arrived, the necessary ceremony still needs to be performed.

The incense smoke rose into the sky again. Lin Beixuan also knew what Zhuge Qing wanted to express. The incense temple in his body had already sensed it before he came.

So he did not hesitate and directly separated a part of his true spirit and placed it on the statue.

In an instant, Lin Beixuan found a strange feeling rising in his heart.

That is, I can see things from the perspective of the statue, as if there are more still eyes above.

At the same time, an illusory statue of god appeared in the incense temple in his body.

This statue floats in the Incense Temple and is connected to the Incense God Seed in the center of the temple. If the statue receives incense, it will be directly transmitted to the Incense God Seed.

There are many sculptures similar to statues in the temple, but they are much smaller. Those are the shrines that Luozhou believers in the secular world place in their homes and worship every day.

Not only that, Lin Beixuan also found that he could place his consciousness on the statue at any time, and could use the statue to expand his divine domain and exert his power.

“So this is what it looks like to secular gods or human immortals after the temple is officially built and the statues are made.”

"Power can transcend distances and extend outward like a hand. It is also easier to accumulate incense. I no longer need to travel far every time to accumulate believers bit by bit."

Lin Beixuan sighed inwardly. Now he finally understood why those secular gods and human immortals were so obsessed with their territory.

It seems that being a God is quite difficult!

At this moment, the temple door was pushed open again, but this time the person who came in was Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing looked at the figure standing quietly on the terrace, feeling indescribably complicated.

Just now, he had received a call from a senior official of the Secular Bureau, clearly informing him that this temple was actually the temple of Lord Yin.

When Zhou Xing heard the news, he was shocked, but at the same time, he felt an indescribable emotion surge in his heart.

After Master Yin settled in Luocheng, what role would he, the criminal judge, have?

Moreover, he was a witness to the attack of the God of Death, so it would be more difficult for him to request a transfer from his original position in the future.

At that time, the higher-ups will directly say: Lord Yin’s temple was built during your tenure, so you are more familiar with Lord Yin.

After a few words, even if he wanted to transfer to another position, I'm afraid no one above would agree.

"Greetings, Master Yin." Zhou Xing took two steps forward and said.

Zhuge Qing kindly reminded him at this time: "Please ask Officer Zhou to call my master the Lord of the Mansion."

Zhou Xing was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded.

He still understands some of the rules here.

Zhou Xing took three incense sticks from the table next to him, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner. After worshiping respectfully, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the Immortal of the South Pole the next second.

"If the criminal judge has anything to say, just tell us two temple officials. The Lord has important things to do."

"What's the matter?" Zhou Xing asked subconsciously.

Then he discovered that the figure who had just been standing in front of the statue had disappeared, and only Lin Beixuan's faint voice echoed in the temple.

"Go and fulfill your promise!"

(End of this chapter)