Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 25 Matters in the North

"I am Huizhen of Jinguang Temple. I have come to Nanbang to seek their help regarding the northern demons. If you benefactors would allow me to pass through, Jinguang Temple will surely repay you handsomely in the future. Any conditions are negotiable!"

"Gentlemen, please, spare this humble monk."

Master Huizhen knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

His cowardly and fearful demeanor didn't seem fake.

But even beasts know how to deceive, let alone dog-headed people who are also intelligent beings.

Chang did not respond, but directed his people to step forward and personally tied the fat dog-headed monk tightly with thick rope.

But the kobolds just couldn't shake their habit of being chatty, and the archmage was no exception.

Even though the skin was constricted and dented, he kept vomiting:

"Foreigners, I know what you need, what resources you require, and I can provide them to you in the future! I am a monk from the Golden Light Temple, and my word is my guarantee..."

"Let me see your gods! I know that your gods have also come to Wanfo Jing..."

"Ugh—ugh!"

A piece of coarse cloth was stuffed directly into his mouth.

The fat monk had been cooperative when he was tied up, but now that his mouth was gagged, he started writhing wildly, his eyes darting around, making frantic advances.

"Nonsense! The gods will not tolerate a foreigner like you." The Sinker warrior in charge of tightening the ropes sneered.

Chang stood to the side, listening to the unfinished words, seemingly lost in thought.

This kobold, coming from the north, might actually know something important. Besides, monsters... it's impossible not to be concerned.

Perhaps this matter really should be reported to the gods.

On the other side, the caravan's survivors were chained together and prepared to be taken to the camp to serve as laborers.

The uncle and nephew, realizing they could no longer maintain their facade,

The little dog-headed creature steeled itself and actually grabbed a magical artifact that was scattered on the ground.

Pointing at the young man from the salary club who came to take the person away, his hands trembled.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

The young man, who was being pointed at, stopped in his tracks, forced to be on guard.

He had never seen such a patterned metal tool before, and for a moment he was unsure of its power, so he dared not approach rashly.

In his panic, the little dog-headed man actually activated the magical artifact.

Buzz, hum...

A faint beam of light shot out from the front of the magical artifact and struck the Xin Clan member's chest directly.

However, nothing happened except for that fleeting flash of light.

The young man from the Salaried tribe was stunned for a moment, then laughed in anger, strode forward and tied up the dog-headed man like a chick.

Seeing this, the uncle next to him glared at the troublemaker and patted his nephew on the back of the head.

With the prisoners taken into custody.

The warriors of the Salmon Clan began cleaning up the battlefield.

They erased the large human footprints on the sand and deliberately left behind several kobold weapons they had previously captured.

The scene was staged to resemble a crude raid by a wilderness tribe.

After completing all this, the team quickly withdrew.

The group escorted the prisoners back to the oasis camp deep in the wilderness under the cover of night.

By this time, a wooden palisade, about two people high, had been erected around the camp. Several kobolds who had been captured earlier were carrying logs and, under the watchful eyes of the overseers, were reinforcing the fortifications.

Currently, the main force of the Xin tribe needs to go out hunting and exploring, and the labor force that can remain in the camp is in short supply, so they can only rely on these foreign laborers.

Fortunately, these ordinary kobolds are highly adaptable.

Finding that they had access to clean water and food and that it wouldn't kill them, they stopped complaining.

If you can tolerate their incessant chatter while they're working, these creatures are indeed excellent at digging foundations and building wooden walls.

Of course, there are also troublemakers.

Several kobold monks, who already possessed extraordinary abilities and were used to bullying others, were not only uncooperative but also frequently caused trouble, posing a potential threat of riots. They were singled out and imprisoned in a specially dug deep pit dungeon.

Among the kobolds, the uncle and nephew breathed a long sigh of relief, seeing that although their fellow kobolds were doing hard labor here, at least they weren't being skinned and cooked.

Thinking of this, the uncle wanted to take another pat on the shoulder for his unfortunate nephew, but because he was tied up, he had to give up in frustration.

Of them, only Huizhen was not honest.

As the fat monk was led through the camp gate, he observed the size of the camp, the depth of the palisades, and the stature of the tall warriors.

"No wonder..."

Sometime later, he had pushed the wad of cloth out of his mouth with his tongue and muttered to himself:

"The gods behind you... desire far more than this humble monk could have imagined..."

The nearby Sinker warriors, hearing the commotion, couldn't stand having another kobold constantly babbling in the camp.

He grabbed the coarse cloth and was about to stuff it into the fat monk's mouth.

"No, no, no! It's not necessary! It's really not necessary!"

Huizhen's entire body of fat trembled with fear. She quickly tilted her head back and begged for mercy repeatedly.

"This humble monk cannot yet make his words become law! Please, benefactor, have mercy and spare my breath. I swear I will absolutely not cause any trouble for you!"

"You really won't cause any trouble?"

Suddenly, an old voice rang in Huizhen's ears.

Before he knew it, an old man in plain clothes was standing beside him.

Huizhen initially thought he was just an ordinary old man in the camp.

But the next moment, the fat monk's entire body stiffened abruptly. How could a mere mortal, devoid of any extraordinary abilities, appear here without a sound?

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the fierce-looking leader of the soldiers beside me was now kneeling on one knee with his head bowed.

Huizhen realized this too late.

This is clearly a foreign deity who has descended upon this place.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Your Excellency's arrival has been an unforgivable mistake." Huizhen pressed his forehead firmly to the soil, his voice trembling. "I bear the karmic burden of countless lives in the North. I have come south solely to seek a sacred artifact to alleviate my suffering. I humbly beg Your Excellency to have mercy and allow me to pass through this ordeal. If my wish is granted, the entire Jin Guang Temple will repay Your Excellency's kindness with all our resources and goodwill."

"Does that also include betraying your tribe?" Liang Jiu squatted down, resting his chin on his hand, looking at the lump of fat with great interest.

Huizhen's body trembled.

He gritted his teeth, his forehead leaving a red mark on the ground: "Your Excellency... please don't make things difficult for this humble monk."

This fat monk may seem to be afraid of death, but his moral bottom line is much better than the others.

"No wonder." Liang Jiu smiled instead of getting angry. "You've gone further on this extraordinary path than others of your kind because you have unwavering faith in your beliefs?"

"But with your knowledge, you should have realized it long ago. The original master of this divine realm is long dead."

"Please be careful what you say."

Huizhen actually mustered up her courage and raised half her head to retort, "Buddha, as long as you exist, you will exist forever."

Chang, standing to the side, turned cold and placed his hand on the handle of the stone axe.

This fat alien dares to defy the gods!

Liang Jiu raised his hand to stop Chang's actions.

The Buddha has not yet entered Nirvana; his presence is eternal.

He pondered those words, and a sudden realization dawned on him.

This is the underlying logic that has enabled this god-free realm to operate for thousands of years.

The Buddha has no form.

Therefore, it doesn't matter who the original god was. As long as this religious system doesn't collapse and all people have Buddha in their hearts, even without a physical entity, an anchor for faith can still be built.

If left unchecked, perhaps one day, the immense faith gathered in this Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas could conjure up a real Buddha out of thin air.

This method of anchoring faith by stripping away the physical and relying on concepts is indeed ingenious.

It might be useful in the future.

Liang Jiu collected his thoughts.

He stood up and looked down at the fat monk who was still lying on the ground.

"Tell me about it."

"What exactly is this monster from the north that you speak of?"