I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong

Devotion to divine spirits always requires the recitation of their doctrines, offerings of sesame oil, and frequent worship.

This is the conventional behavior, the contribution necessary when ordinary people interact with divine spirits.

However, if the object of worship is not a True God, then a mere stick of incense and a little sesame oil are far from sufficient.

Obviously, the elder who became a Walking Corpse was not a True God.

"My brother-in-law said he would give me a village, and he would give us some wells—"

Elder Ran wanted to say that the Wu family should not be deceiving people like this.

But not only did his sentences seem incoherent, the incoherence was also cut off halfway by the temple priest of the Wu family:

"Yes, the village has been given to you, hasn't it? And aren't the Corpse Nourishing Wells being dug as we speak? My Wu family has not broken its promise."

The temple priest of the Wu family frowned and said, "You still refuse to offer blood voluntarily; must I take action myself?"

The temple priest had a cultivation at the Late-stage Foundation Establishment, enough to intimidate everyone present.

Elder Ran looked towards Tian Lin, but Tian Lin still shook his head.

The Wu family was a sect family affiliated with the Xiangxi Sect, and there must be disciples of the Xiangxi Sect in the family.

The Wu family had been surviving in the North Wilderness longer than the entire Wendaos Sect had been operating there.

Of course, they were afraid of the Wendaos Sect, but they did not believe Tian Lin had the power to get the Wendaos Sect involved, nor did they believe the Wendaos Sect would stand up for Elder Ran's small Huilong Village.

Ultimately, while the transformation of the Wu family ancestor into his current state was largely due to the Silent Monk, a small part of the 'credit' belonged to Elder Gao.

The Wu family had not even gone to cry to the Wendaos Sect yet.

"Fine, fine—then let's offer the blood!"

Elder Ran stepped forward, taking a dagger from next to the jar on the altar.

He gently sliced his palm, and the blood dripped into the jar.

Now that even he had submitted, the villagers who followed also proceeded to cut themselves and bleed after Elder Ran made room for them.

Soon, the temple was filled not only with the scent of sesame oil but also a faint smell of blood.

After the last person who offered blood stepped back, the temple priest lifted the jar from the altar.

He looked at the half-jar of blood and proceeded to carry the jar to the large palanquin on the stone platform.

The large palanquin still made pounding sounds, and the temple priest poured the half-jar of blood over it.

Most of the blood disappeared on the palanquin, with only a few drops falling to the ground beneath it.

At this point, the noises from inside the palanquin grew more intense, but the temple priest of the Wu family was not alarmed.

He pulled out three sticks of incense from his sleeve and placed them in the incense burner.

Half an hour passed, and there were no more collision noises inside the large palanquin; the temple fell into silence.

"From now on, if you hear the sound of clappers at night, it is 1 a.m. No one is allowed to leave their homes after midnight, or they will bear the consequences."

After the temple priest finished speaking, he said to Tian Lin: "Although you are not from Gongming Village, for your own safety, please be sure to abide by these rules."

Tian Lin glanced at the Peace Incense in the incense burner in front of the large palanquin.

Then he said to the temple priest, "Rest assured, Wu, I will not cause any trouble."

The temple priest smiled and nodded, then turned back to Elder Ran:

"In the following ten days, there will be a small ritual sacrifice. Each day at noon, come to offer incense and blood. No one from the village, men or women, old or young, may be absent.

The annual grand ceremony cannot be missed. Do not say that you were not warned in advance."

After saying this, he glanced at the incense burner and then pulled out three more sticks to continue it.

At this time, not even a quarter of an hour had passed — how could the incense be burning so quickly under normal circumstances?

But the temple priest of the Wu family evidently did not wish to explain this, simply waving his hand and saying: "All of you may leave now, remember to prepare a room for Tian."

Elder Ran left the temple hall with the villagers and also invited Tian Lin to his new residence.

It was only after they arrived at the new residence that Elder Ran said: "My brother-in-law, does he still see me as his little uncle or what? Isn't this setting someone up?"

Tian Lin said: "Actually, the area around Wuliang Mountain is under the dominion of the Wuliang God. Aren't the Wu family afraid of provoking the Wuliang God's wrath by enshrining the Gongming God on Wuliang Mountain?"

Elder Ran had just moved into his new residence, and the kitchen fire had not even been inspected yet.

Fortunately, he had a Magical Treasure in his Storage Bag, and while he took it out to boil water for tea, he explained to Tian Lin:

"The gods do not necessarily repel each other due to their different divine abilities. Besides, this so-called Gongming God is now, frankly speaking, nothing more than a Walking Corpse, without a shred of Divine Power."

Elder Ran thought for a moment, and then put it more bluntly to Tian Lin: "The present Gongming God is like the freshly made corpse of Lady Qianshi placed on the altar.

How many years did the Yu Family Village spend in the attempt to turn Lady Qianshi into an Evil God?

And how many years of Tribute will we have to provide before this Gongming God can become a deity?"

Tian Lin understood Elder Ran's words; now, the Gongming God was merely an ordinary top-grade Walking Corpse.

But after tens of years of Tribute from Elder Ran and the village, this Gongming God will gradually become a real deity.

In other words, the Wu family is not only expecting the people of Huilong Village to provide Tribute for their ancestors but also helping in the God Creation.

This is essentially a method of Corpse Nourishment, similar to cultivating a Magical Treasure.

If you succeed in nurturing a Drought from Corpse Nourishment, it's like having a Nascent Soul Level expert at your disposal.

Likewise, if the Walking Corpse is truly nurtured into a God by them, that would mean the Wu Family Mountain has the combat strength of a Nascent Soul Level deity.

But things are not so simple.

Not to mention how difficult it is to nurture a Nascent Soul Level combat power, but even if they successfully raise such an Evil God, can the Wu family really control it?

"The Wu family hasn't produced a Nascent Soul Expert in a long time, so they want their deceased Clan Leader to continue to shine for the family?"

After murmuring to himself, Tian Lin looked towards the door.

The door was knocked, and a villager from Huilong Village came in and saluted Tian, then said to Elder Ran, "Village Chief, Uncle Wu and the others would like to discuss something with you."

This was to be expected. If not for Tian Lin monopolizing Elder Ran's time, the villagers of Huilong Village would have come to seek him out much earlier.

According to Elder Ran, they were originally supposed to come and prosper with the Wu family, but the current situation was completely different from what Elder Ran had told them; they were going to be guarding Gongming Temple for generations to come.

This was by no means a favorable occupation.

Because creating a God doesn't happen overnight; it takes decades of effort to awaken a deity.

And to bestow a god with great divine power requires hundreds to thousands of years of effort.

Before that happens, one cannot expect any response or reward from their sacrificial offerings and worship.

In other words, the entire village of Huilong would have to invest all their collective effort into unpaid work for Gongming Temple.

Moreover, offering Tribute to an Evil God often leads to many unspeakable events.

Just like the village that raised the Lady of Fertility, it has now turned into Chaotic Burial Forest, and the name of the village itself has long been forgotten by those who came after.

Similarly, Lady Qianshi caused the downfall of villages not just once, but twice.

Those who dabble with these Evil Gods, what good karma can they expect? They will surely face retribution.