Chapter 83

Hearing Wang Zhong's solemn promise, Zuma and the ancestral spirits showed a look of joy on their faces.

The Indian warriors were called into the tent to perform a rugged and bold Indian dance for everyone.

The food on the table was transformed from yin energy, which not only did no good to ordinary people but was also harmful. Although Wang Zhong was not an ordinary person, he did not want to consume too much and merely drank a cup of fruit wine before taking his leave.

When Wang Zhong returned, he still rode in the bronze chariot, driven by the two Indian warriors.

As the bone horse pulled the bronze chariot over thousands of mountains and rivers, Wang Zhong noticed that the closer they got to the villa, the more tense and fearful the warriors became. They soon arrived at Wang Zhong's villa. This was the first time Wang Zhong had observed his villa in his divine soul form.

The entire villa was enveloped in a bright yellow divine light, and a huge Black Tortoise was dozing in the divine light. The Black Tortoise's power was very strong, giving Wang Zhong a feeling that it was no less powerful than the great snake Zuma.

The two warriors looked at the dozing Black Tortoise with fear.

As if sensing the intrusion of abnormal yin energy, the Black Tortoise's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, emitting two dazzling beams of golden light. In the face of such powerful force, the two warriors involuntarily knelt on one knee, their heads lowered in humility!

Seeing that Wang Zhong's divine soul was unharmed, the Black Tortoise slowly closed its eyes again.

The two three-feathered warriors finally stood up, feeling a great relief, but still looked at the Black Tortoise with fear.

The Black Tortoise gave them an indomitable feeling, and they even had a premonition that with just a glance, the Black Tortoise could pierce and tear them apart!

This feeling was like a sheep falling into a wolf's den, indescribably terrifying!

Wang Zhong, however, felt the opposite. Returning to his residence, Wang Zhong felt a warm and safe comfort all over his body!

"Sir, your residence is guarded by a powerful deity. If you had not entered the yin realm, we ancestral spirits would not have been able to approach!"

Seeing Wang Zhong's confusion, the ancestral spirit hurriedly explained.

Wang Zhong understood that the divine light and the Black Tortoise must be due to his veneration of the True Wu Emperor!

"You can go back! I will return to the yang realm!"

Wang Zhong gently waved his hand, and his divine soul slowly floated into the villa.

At the moment his divine soul returned to his body, Wang Zhong's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. He stood up and went to the living room to respectfully offer a high incense to the True Wu Emperor. If Wang Zhong were still in his divine soul form, he would have seen a point of golden light rise, which the Black Tortoise greedily sucked in. Wang Zhong, no longer sleepy, decided to ponder his experience in the yin realm in the living room.

Zuma, in its true form, was a giant snake and once the guardian deity of an Indian tribe. It was killed by the ancestor of the Reagan family when the British invaded South America.

The three-feathered warriors were all ancestral spirits guarding the Indian tribe. Due to the destruction of the tribe and the displacement of its people, they no longer received offerings.

Ordinary one-feathered warriors were Indian warriors who died in battle. Under the protection of the great snake Zuma and the Indian ancestral spirits, they barely survived, but due to the lack of faith and offerings, they were the first souls to dissipate.

The vast camp that Wang Zhong saw was likely a netherworld created by Zuma, somewhat similar to a Daoist grotto-heaven, but far inferior in size and power. As the shendao declined, the camp's area continuously shrank, and when it completely disappeared, Zuma would also dissipate.

At this critical moment, Zuma was willing to put aside its hatred and reconcile with Michelle Reagan!

The key now was to build a temple for Zuma and the Indian warriors so they could receive offerings from the human world. Only with these offerings would the Indian camp not collapse and dissipate.

However, building a temple was easy, but how could he get the people to enter the temple and worship?

Most Australians were Catholics, who were very resistant to foreign religions. Moreover, the Indian deities were often seen as primitive and backward.

The Indians were massacred by colonizers, their numbers drastically reduced, and their civilization almost completely destroyed. Most Indians today have been assimilated by whites, eating bread, drinking milk, and believing in the Catholic faith. It would be difficult for them to develop reverence and faith in Zuma, their former guardian.

Wang Zhong rubbed his head, feeling a headache. Matters involving faith were always complicated!

"Master, good morning!"

Selinna, still half-asleep, was startled by the deep in thought Wang Zhong and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Selinna, you're up early!"

Wang Zhong looked at his watch; it was only 5 a.m. He smiled and said.

"Master, I have to get up early to pray every day!"

Selinna said happily, looking much more spirited.

Wang Zhong then noticed that Selinna was wearing a cross around her neck and holding a thick, old Bible. She must have come to the living room to pray to avoid disturbing others' rest.

He didn't expect that this noble lady, besides being mischievous, also had a meticulous side.

Wang Zhong looked up and saw that the high incense in the incense burner had already burned out. He had been lost in thought for over half an hour.

He took three fine sandalwood incense sticks from the altar table, lit them with a match, and respectfully offered them a few times before slowly inserting them into the incense burner.

"Master, are you worshipping a Chinese deity?"

Selinna watched curiously as Wang Zhong lit the incense.

"Yes, this is the True Wu Emperor of China, a great deity who governs water, fertility, and yin-yang. The Black Tortoise constellation in the north is his incarnation!"

Wang Zhong, seeing Selinna's curious face, explained with a smile.

"Master, can I worship him like you?"

Selinna looked at the thin sandalwood incense sticks on the table and tentatively asked.

"Why, aren't you a Catholic?"

Wang Zhong was somewhat surprised and puzzled. Catholicism is a monotheistic religion that worships only one deity. Many might argue that Catholicism, Christianity, and others have multiple deities like the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. However, this is just a superficial appearance. The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are one. The worship of a single deity is a characteristic of higher religions. Religions that worship multiple deities are generally considered lower religions. Of course, there are exceptions; Daoism and Buddhism are polytheistic but are also considered higher religions.

"Master, this has nothing to do with faith. The influence of the Chinese is growing stronger, and we Westerners have developed a strong interest in Eastern civilization and Eastern deities. I hope to understand them!"

Selinna stuck out her tongue, a bit embarrassed.

"Chinese, Eastern civilization, curiosity, interest, understanding!"

Selinna's words were like a key, instantly unlocking Wang Zhong's heart. Perhaps he could do it this way!

"Master, can't I?"

Wang Zhong stood there, lost in thought. Selinna felt a bit wronged and asked with some anxiety.

"Yes, of course you can. The True Wu Emperor will bless you!"

"Selinna, thank you, you've helped me solve a big problem!"

"I feel honored to be able to help you!"

Selinna, though not knowing how she had helped Wang Zhong, still said happily.

Under Wang Zhong's guidance, Selinna, somewhat clumsily, offered three sandalwood incense sticks to the statue of the True Wu Emperor.

Selinna, in a corner of the living room, crossed her hands in a fist and read the Bible fluently. The cross around her neck emitted a sacred light, making her look like an angel fallen to earth.

Watching the earnest Selinna and smelling the faint scent of sandalwood in the air, Wang Zhong felt an unusual calm. Unlike his outward calm, his mind was constructing a grand plan.

This plan could not only help Zuma and the Indian ancestral spirits but also greatly benefit the development of Daoism and the spread of Chinese civilization!

He made a simple outline of the entire plan in his notebook, and his thoughts flew to Sydney!

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