Chapter 18 Offerings

Quan City, Old District.

The Special Operations Team vehicle stopped steadily in front of the museum.

Feng Siyu opened the door and jumped out. She looked at the lights in the old street, cleared her throat seriously, waved at Xiang Hongbao, and said, "Come here." Xiang Hongbao's eyes lit up slightly. He greeted Zhang Hao, who was driving, with a warm smile, and got out of the car.

Then he took out a large box of peanut brittle from his pocket and handed it over.

Ever since he learned that this gluttonous girl was the legendary angel, Xiang Hongbao's attitude had become even better. He felt that his heart was now as still as water, and he had directly entered the great sage mode psychologically.

Even if Feng Siyu slapped his left cheek, he would offer his right cheek.

Even Jesus couldn't stop him.

Feng Siyu accepted Xiang Hongbao's 'offering'.

Then, she put the bag of spiced peanuts that she had been eating all the way into her small package and said:

"You said you wanted to know how to communicate with God?"

Xiang Hongbao nodded emphatically.

Feng Siyu pondered, "Tell me about your sacrificial rituals?"

Sacrificial rituals?

Uh… worship?

Xiang Hongbao was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly recounted the worship methods of the Daqin Jingjiao (Nestorianism) from the Tang Dynasty. It was a complex and unique form of worship and prayer that accompanied the cultural impact and changes after the Tang Dynasty. Feng Siyu shook her head repeatedly as she listened.

The expression on Xiang Hongbao's face became a little strained: "Is, is this wrong?"

Feng Siyu said as a matter of course: "Of course it's wrong!"

Xiang Hongbao couldn't believe it, and muttered, "But, but, from Emperor Taizong of Tang to now, our Daqin Jingjiao lineage has always been like this, passed down from generation to generation, and there are even treasures recording it. How could it be wrong?"

Feng Siyu pondered and asked, "Then have you ever seen God?"

Xiang Hongbao was stumped.

"I haven't seen him."

The girl said triumphantly, "I have!"

"So, obviously, you are wrong."

"Mine is the real one!"

Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but felt that Feng Siyu's logic was completely correct, and said, "Then what should we do?"

Feng Siyu pondered, "First of all, the sacrificial ceremony should be like this…"

"And then………"

Feng Siyu quite generously told Xiang Hongbao the basic methods of sacrifice from the Yumin Kingdom.

Xiang Hongbao took out paper and pen and carefully recorded it.

He had never been so serious when cheating in school.

This was almost the highest respect a student could give.

Feng Siyu bit a piece of candy and finally looked at what Xiang Hongbao had recorded, nodding calmly. Xiang Hongbao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "How is it? Did I write anything wrong?"

Feng Siyu shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Xiang Hongbao's face froze: "Huh?!"

Feng Siyu said seriously, "Your handwriting is too ugly, even uglier than Lao Shui's."

Lao Shui was the water ghost who worked as a waiter in the museum. The corners of Xiang Hongbao's mouth twitched. Feng Siyu suddenly stretched out her finger and drew a symbol on Xiang Hongbao's forehead. A burning sensation made Xiang Hongbao subconsciously take half a step back. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Feng Siyu put a piece of walnut cake in her mouth with her other hand, her cheeks bulging, moving up and down, and said, "I wrote a mark for you, otherwise, I'm afraid you'll fail again. Oh, right, there's one last important part, the reason why your sacrifices deviated from the right direction."

"It's not 'God said, let there be light.'"

"But it should be changed to."

Feng Siyu chewed the candy and swallowed it, her expression solemn, even with a sense of dignity between her brows:

"God said, let there be fire."

……………………

After sending Xiang Hongbao away, Feng Siyu walked back with the delicious food. Yuanjue went to the museum to rest as Wei Yuan had told him. However, he did not expect that there was someone else in the museum. He was slightly stunned, noticing the heroic woman who was even more heroic in the moonlight.

She was dressed in red, her black hair tied into a high ponytail with a bright red ribbon.

An ordinary woman dressed like this might be a little too flamboyant.

But on this woman, the flamboyance brought by the clothes was completely suppressed by her own heroism.

Yuanjue put his hands together and bowed, saying, "Benefactor Yu."

Yu Ji's eyes swept past Yuanjue, "Where's Wei Yuan? Hasn't he returned?"

Yuanjue said, "Museum Director Wei made some discoveries in the East Sea and decided to go to Qingqiu temporarily. Looking at the sky, he will probably stay in Qingqiu Kingdom for one night. If Benefactor Yu has anything to say, you can come again tomorrow. Museum Director Wei should be back by then."

Yu Ji had nothing to say to this monk.

It was just that during the day, when the Overlord Spear struggled, it caused cracks on the seal. This seal was Wei Yuan's work. After calming down, she hoped to find Wei Yuan first, let him strengthen the seal, and then make other plans.

In fact, her heart was still a little chaotic.

Yu Ji nodded, got up to say goodbye, and suddenly heard a crisp sound. Her expression changed drastically, and she turned into a red light and rushed out. Yuanjue followed closely behind. After rushing over, he saw Yu Ji in red, standing there, her eyes showing neither joy nor sorrow, or perhaps both. The glass in the painting room was actually shattered, and pieces of glass were scattered all over the floor.

In the painting room, an ancient wooden box was wide open, with wood chips all over the ground.

……………………

Xiang Hongbao carefully recorded what the girl said.

Zhang Hao sent him to the station. He didn't know if it was because he had experienced too much today, but Xiang Hongbao felt that cold illusion again, as if he were in a war-torn battlefield. He fell asleep groggily, vaguely seeing the sky and earth dark and dim, the sound of warhorses neighing, the sound of weapons colliding, and angry roars, turning into the most realistic backdrop.

It seemed that he was always fighting forward.

This dream was too real. When Xiang Hongbao woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable. The sky outside was already a little bright. When he got off the bus, a kind-looking old man was standing in front of the station, chatting with others.

Xiang Hongbao's eyes lit up, bypassing those drivers who were trying to solicit passengers, and approached with a smile:

"Old man, I'm back… What the heck?!"

"What are you doing!"

"What am I doing?!"

The old man, who had just been smiling, had a stinky face. He directly picked up a 2.5-liter bottle of mineral water and smashed it on Xiang Hongbao's head, roaring:

"You stupid idiot, you dare to come back? I sent out so many little bastards, but you're the only one who's useless. You were reported by your own people, and then arrested by your own people. I even had to go to my own people to get a note, and then find my own people to let you go. I haven't lost face like this in decades."

"You're still dodging? I'm going to clean up the house and take care of you today."

"Old man, if you hit me again, I've performed meritorious service."

"Bullshit, if you run again, I'll send you to the palace today!"

After a while of chaos, Xiang Hongbao's hair was messed up like a chicken coop. The old man then drove him back, asking him what had happened. Xiang Hongbao scratched his head and briefly explained the matter. When he mentioned that he had seen an angel, the old man's movements suddenly froze, and his eyes almost popped out.

That's not right…

He knew his own family affairs best. Where were there any gods?

But seeing Xiang Hongbao's confident appearance, although his eyes were strange, he didn't say anything. He just said that if you can succeed, then try it yourself according to what the angel said. Xiang Hongbao was full of confidence and suddenly said, "By the way, how has my older brother been recently?"

The old man fell silent and said with a headache, "How can he be? Isn't he still the same?"

He drove into a small alley and sighed:

"You go in. I won't go in first."

"Okay."

Xiang Hongbao got out of the car, separated half of the salted fish, and ran to his older brother's place. They were adopted by the old guy and grew up in Jingjiao since childhood, and often strolled around the neighborhood office. But unlike Xiang Hongbao, who was clever since he was a child, his older brother's character was hard to say whether it was good or bad.

In short, he was the kind that gave everyone a headache.

Clearly he came from the Christian Jingjiao, but in the end, he didn't join the church.

At the age of seven, he was taught Jingjiao divine arts, but he didn't like it, saying that he hated the method of relying on the power of others.

Divine arts were also begging others.

He would rather be upright and rely only on himself.

As a result, the old man in charge of divine arts left with a black face like an iron pot.

The martial artists of Jingjiao were overjoyed. Their lineage had both the fighting skills of ancient Rome 'Daqin', and the 'Tang Hand' and 'Fencing' that had been passed down since the Tang Dynasty, as well as the body tempering methods of the divine art system. It was also a unique method of cultivation.

But when he was introduced into the church and prayed for worship.

Even the strong man of Daqin Jingjiao at the time flew into a rage and kicked the door open and left.

The old man in the car lit a cigarette. He still couldn't forget those eyes. They were clearly the eyes of an eight-year-old child, holding a gun in one hand, but unwilling to recite the name of God. When all the children knelt down to receive baptism, he frowned, pondered for a while, and asked with the gun—

"God?"

In the eyes of that young boy, there seemed to be an entire vast world:

"How heavy is his weapon?"

"When can I defeat him?"

……………………

Xiang Hongbao pushed open the door of a small courtyard. The autumn flowers had of course withered, but they were still blooming indoors. They were red flowers, blooming in patches. A man was bending over, wearing an apron, trimming the leaves, with a watering can beside him. Xiang Hongbao put down the salted fish and shouted several times, but there was no response.

The corner of his mouth twitched. He took a deep breath and roared:

"Xiang Hongyu!!!"

"I heard you…"

A calm voice. The man raised his head, his features were tough, his eyebrows were sharp and solemn. He casually said:

"Sit down."

In a corner unnoticed by the two brothers.

A faint streamer of light landed and fell into the flowers.

When Xiang Hongyu sent Xiang Hongbao out, he noticed the fallen gun blade at the door and asked in confusion, "What is this…"

……………

Qingqiu Kingdom——

Having come here, Wei Yuan never thought about going back in the middle of the night.

Such a large Qingqiu Kingdom, could it not have a place for him to live?

Even Nü Jiao directly allocated a large piece of land near her courtyard to Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan slept well, got up the next day, and had a meal. While eating, he took out his mobile phone, found the Cat Head Old Celestial Master, and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you there?"

He immediately replied with an emoji.

Wei Yuan said, "I found the problem in the East Sea."

The other side replied with a cat head giving an okay emoji.

Obviously, Zhang Ruosu had already received an answer from the Special Operations Team.

However, Zhang Hao and the others didn't know the truth…

Wei Yuan, with the pleasant feeling of dragging someone into the water, silently typed a line of words, thought about it, deleted all these words, leaving only four words, pressed the button, and sent!

'Gonggong is awake.'

This time, the cat head avatar fell into silence.

"Gonggong?"

"Yes, Gonggong."

"The one with the iron head?"

"The one with the most iron head."

After a long silence.

With a whoosh, the cat head avatar directly turned gray and white.

'Ding——Your friend has gone offline.'

"………………"

Wei Yuan happily put away his mobile phone. Sharing a happy thing with a friend will double the joy, and 'sharing' a confused thing with a friend will also bring you joy. Sure enough, happiness is compared.

Wei Yuan said goodbye.

Nü Jiao watched him leave and slowly turned back. When she came back, she heard the little fox girls gathering together, laughing and playing, but vaguely heard the poem 'Buddhism cultivates nirvana, can one attain longevity?', Nü Jiao frowned slightly and walked over.

Several little fox girls were passing on this poem. The fox girl who spoke suddenly realized that her friend on the opposite side didn't dare to speak, and was stunned. She heard a clear and calm voice asking, "Where did you hear this poem?"

The little fox girl turned around and saw the white-haired and graceful Nü Jiao. She was stunned and quickly lowered her head, respectfully saying, "Old Ancestor, a clansman who traveled outside said it."

Nü Jiao slowly nodded, and said calmly, "From now on, this poem is not allowed to be spread by the Qingqiu clan."

The little fox girl was stunned and quickly lowered her head to agree.

Nü Jiao turned and left, saying, "Go tell the heads of the Hu and Su families to draft a decree."

The fox girl was stunned, understanding the seriousness of the matter. She bowed and left.

The other fox girls also left cautiously. Nü Jiao's expression was calm and graceful—

This sentence, to some extent, would make Wei Yuan feel uncomfortable. She would not allow the Qingqiu Kingdom and the Tushan clan to spread this poem. No matter who it was, whether it was a fox fairy, or the high-level members of the Su and Hu families, they were not allowed to say this poem—

Cough, um.

Only she could!

………………

Wei Yuan left the Tushan Qingqiu Kingdom, took out his mobile phone, and found that the Old Celestial Master had not yet logged in.

It seems that the impact was a bit big.

Wei Yuan joked in his heart, casually swiping around, and the mobile phone popped up a news frame. He glanced at it casually, and Wei Yuan's expression slowly solidified—

'Anomalies occur in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang in Mount Li, suspected of explosions'

ps: Today's first update………4,000 words, pushed the outline, and found that this is a big copy……

Thanks to Wandering Outside the World for the ten thousand reward, thank you~