Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 32 Temple

Now that an agreement has been reached,

But who knows if these kobolds will change their minds halfway through?

Xin Zang wouldn't be foolish enough to just abandon them now.

He grabbed the old dog-headed man by the back of his collar with his other hand and half-lifted him forward.

"lead the way."

The old abbot's legs went weak, and he staggered forward.

Huizhen quickly ran over and took the old abbot's arm.

"Hey, young man, be careful. This old bald monk's bones can't take any more abuse."

The fat monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and led the way, bowing and scraping.

The dragonblood kobolds on both sides made way.

Hundreds of red eyes were staring at them, and if Xin Zang's hand trembled even slightly, he would immediately be hacked to pieces.

The wind outside the main hall blew in through the corridor, carrying dust from the desert.

Liz followed beside Xin Cang, her steps light and graceful.

She was standing quite close, a few strands of her hair almost brushing against Shinzo's profile.

"Get away from me."

"How clueless about romance."

Liz pursed her lips, but didn't try to get closer.

With her hands behind her back, she smiled as she surveyed the angry but silent monks around her, seemingly enjoying being hated by so many people.

The interior corridors of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas are long and dimly lit.

An oil lamp hangs on the wall every ten steps or so.

The stone is covered with inscriptions, and after thousands of years of wind and sand, you can still see some dried and blackened stains in the cracks. It is hard to tell whether it is paint or something else.

Huizhen walked ahead, chattering on and on. The gist of his sentence was that even stewards of his rank were not usually allowed to approach the main hall, and today was purely an accident.

After walking for a while, the corridor came to an end.

A heavy stone gate, two zhang high, blocked the way.

Unlike the reliefs outside, this door doesn't depict the arrogant dog-headed Arhats; instead, it features a proper Buddha. However, the Buddha's eyes are closed, and half of his face is hidden in the mottled texture of the stone, his wisdom and insight unclear.

I wonder how the dog-headed people outside feel when they see a foreign Buddha statue deep within their temple.

"We've arrived. This is the main hall." Huizhen stopped, turned around, and rubbed her hands together. "As for the person Miss Lis wants to see, I've already instructed the young monks below to fetch him from the lower dungeon. We'll have to wait a little while."

The old abbot caught his breath a little better.

He didn't look at Xin Zang; his gaze was fixed on the stone door, and his withered lips moved slightly.

"Open the door."

The voice was forced out through clenched teeth, full of resentment.

Huizhen sighed and channeled Buddhist power into the door.

The dull thud of metal mechanisms meshing echoed repeatedly in the empty corridor.

"Then I won't go in."

As soon as the stone door opened a crack only half a foot wide, Liz stopped and leaned against the brick wall.

"Go in by yourself." She looked at Xin Zang casually. "I need to catch up with some of my fellow tribesmen. Be careful in there. If those kobolds trick you, I don't want to go in and get you."

Xin Zang glanced at her.

Why did you do that?

"I like you, is that wrong?" Liz tilted her head and laughed carefree.

Inside his chest, the extraordinary "Heart Fire" flickered slightly.

lie.

Expected.

Xinzang didn't respond. He used a bit of force and grabbed the old abbot by the collar to step over the high bluestone threshold.

Huizhen didn't care about the relationship between the two, and quickly shrank her head, following them inside like a quail.

The heavy stone door closed behind us, completely cutting off the sound of the wind outside.

Although there were only a few oil lamps lit in the main hall, it did not feel dark.

The carved dragons and painted beams on the walls and load-bearing columns were filled with some kind of luminous gold powder, emitting a faint, cold light.

Xin Zang raised his head.

Directly in front is a huge Buddha statue that almost breaks through the dome of the main hall.

The Arhats and Buddhas outside had all been replaced with dog-headed figures; he had expected a majestic dog-headed god to be enshrined here. But to his surprise, the main Buddha's face was quite ordinary.

An extremely ordinary human face, the kind you'd never spot in a crowd.

As soon as Xinzang looked at the Buddha's face, he felt a little dizzy.

The faint sound of chanting began to echo in his skull. It was as if countless ancestors with hoarse voices were whispering and reciting in his ear through the gaps of time.

The person who heard it felt a sudden, inexplicable panic.

Is this their deity?

Xin Zang frowned, forcibly looked away, and shook his head.

The chanting in my head finally subsided.

The old abbot was being held in his hand, his eyes closed, his lips moving silently as if he were muttering something.

at the same time.

The gaze penetrates the heavy stone base of this enormous Buddha statue, descending all the way to the deepest rock strata of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Liang Jiu walked up a long staircase.

With the help of his family members' bodies, he was finally able to extend his divine power to this core area.

They then used their divine sense to locate the hidden underground chamber. While the wealth of mortals is precious, the private treasures of gods are the greatest gain that can be obtained in the unclaimed divine realm.

The iron gate was blasted open by divine power, and dust and stone chips fell down from the top.

As Liang Jiu walked through the dimly lit space, he stopped.

He finally found it.

The Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas is a divine realm without a master, and its existence depends entirely on the maintenance of divine power.

Although countless devout kobolds provide the power of faith day and night, faith is not the same as divine power.

Without a deity personally overseeing and acting as a filter, no amount of faith can truly contribute to the maintenance of the divine realm, and its collapse is only a matter of time.

Therefore, there must be a container to replace the gods in order to forcibly maintain this complex system.

What stood in front of Liang Jiu was only a small part of this massive design.

A processor.

Liang Jiu raised an eyebrow, his eyes looking a little strange.

Those kobolds outside are still in an agricultural society; this thing clearly couldn't have been made by them. It's most likely an import from other gods, traded or stolen by the original inhabitants of this divine realm.

He stepped forward, placed his palm on the slightly cool casing, and the panel popped out.

"The Ultimate Divine Machine (Prototype)"

"Description: A simple, reliable, and trustworthy AI created by the gods to manage their divine realm, supporting multiple energy inputs. A haphazardly cobbled-together attempt by a foolish man imitating miracles he had once witnessed."

It would be a lie to say I don't want it.

If he could take this complete system with him, his divine realm would immediately gain a viable mechanism for operating divine power, assisting him in using divine power and managing his divine realm.

But you can't take it with you.

The foundation of their own divine realm is too weak, and its capacity to bear weight is limited.

The divine power provided by his own divine realm was insufficient to maintain the operation of this system.

no way.

Liang Jiu withdrew his hand, his gaze following the complex path as he retrieved a core piece.