Chapter 319
**Chapter 347: What Era Is It That We Still Worship Traditional Deities?**
The rain kept pouring down, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.
Li Mo remained in his original posture, but nothing happened.
The chubby priest hurriedly picked up the bronze staff from the ground, pointing at Li Mo with a fierce expression that lacked conviction:
“You’re just a charlatan! You’ve been exposed!”
Li Mo pondered for a moment.
What would Bing Tuozi do in this situation?
Hmm, probably nothing at all—just ignore him.
So, the Celestial Master didn’t pay him any mind, not even a flicker of emotion, which was incredibly effective.
This only made the chubby priest jump around like a clown.
The townsfolk whispered among themselves, some vaguely guessing what this mysterious celestial being intended to do.
Could it be that he wanted to simply point a finger and move the mountain blocking their town?
The old town chief stood in the pouring rain, his eyes lighting up. In the past, even with the so-called protection of spirits, they had to take a long detour to reach the outside world.
If the mountain in front of them disappeared, wouldn’t they have a clear path ahead?
At least one direction would be free of obstacles!
Hope surged in his heart, but reason told him that such a thing was impossible...
But just then.
The ground suddenly trembled.
“Boom—”
Followed by a violent shaking!
The old town chief and the townsfolk lost their footing and fell to the ground, yet they stared intently into the distance.
“The mountain is moving! The East Mountain is moving!”
“We can go east from now on without detours!”
“We won’t need divine protection anymore; we can step out of the mountains!”
“Celestial Master!”
The rain stopped.
The door to the outside world was slowly opening towards San Shan Town.
A ray of dawn fell, illuminating the figure of the young man, casting a glow of hope on every inch of him.
At that moment, countless townsfolk widened their eyes, their previous gloom dispelled by that figure.
“It’s over.”
The chubby priest sat down abruptly, his face pale:
“I’m a fraud.”
The other party might not even be real.
As a disciple of the Demon Summoning Sect, he had spent so long in the southern border that he knew a thing or two about the demon clans. He had recognized that the other party was likely a high-ranking demon.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to summon winds and rain, or to move mountains.
Clearly, the other party had come prepared!
Unless the main temple sent down a powerful expert, there was no way he could match up.
He was just about to sneak away while everyone was still in shock.
“Hum~ Trying to escape~~~?”
A voice crackled from behind him, and Manbo rubbed his palms together, conjuring an electric arc that shot towards the chubby priest.
The electric snake danced wildly, moving so fast it was almost invisible, striking him right in the rear.
Manbo was a great demon, two realms above the Divine Vision stage.
Zzzzz—
The chubby priest was instantly jolted, flailing about, his body charred and twitching. He would probably be drooling even if he recovered.
Seeing this, Li Mo shot a grateful glance at Senior Manbo.
Senior Manbo really knew how to adapt—extra chicken leg for him.
Li Mo hadn’t wanted the chubby priest to escape, but if he wanted to take him down instantly, he’d probably have to pull out a hammer.
But if he pulled out the hammer, wouldn’t all the groundwork he laid before be wasted? The Celestial Master’s prestige would be in the gutter.
“Celestial Master!”
At that moment, the old town chief shouted, leading the way to kneel before the altar.
The townsfolk completely revered Li Mo, following suit and kneeling on the ground.
Li Mo’s lips moved, but in the end, he didn’t say that they shouldn’t kneel.
To the townsfolk, he was someone who had provided them with protection while they traversed the mountains.
And in their eyes, he had literally moved the mountain aside. Who was real and who was fake was clear as day.
But the townsfolk had never considered that there were no gods in this world.
Li Mo raised his hands in a gesture of dismissal:
“This matter is settled; I must take my leave.”
“You’re leaving?”
The old town chief suddenly looked up, but didn’t dare to stand:
“Are you upset with us for worshipping a false god? I’ll immediately join the elders to topple that false idol and worship your statue instead.”
He gritted his teeth: “The offerings... the offerings will definitely be more abundant than in previous years!”
With the mountain gone, they could head east, making things ten times easier.
He could surely scrape together more offerings.
Li Mo looked at the trembling townsfolk kneeling on the ground, fearing he might never return, his gaze complex.
“Are you truly sincere in wanting to worship me?”
“Of course!”
“But I don’t want ordinary offerings like pigs, sheep, or fruits; those hold no meaning for me.”
“Not ordinary offerings...”
The old town chief’s expression changed, his body trembling.
Does that mean... human sacrifices?
Originally, the town held a grand festival once a year, where families with children would draw lots to select boys and girls.
San Shan Town’s population was already sparse...
But other villages and towns had divine protection, whether real or not, at least they had something. If this Celestial Master left, what would happen to their town?
He was torn inside, just about to grit his teeth and agree.
But then, a voice floated down from above:
“I want the stones from the mountains, many, many stones.”
“Huh?”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Li Mo said expressionlessly:
“Including the mountain that was just moved, these three mountains have absorbed the essence of the sun and moon, existing for millions of years. You mortals can’t see their spiritual nature.”
“Aren’t you sincere?”
“Since that’s the case, dig out the remaining two mountains and offer them to me.”
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“This... how can we dig out these two mountains...”
The old town chief wore a pained expression; they had no such ability.
“If you can’t dig them out, let your sons and grandsons dig them for generations.”
“Every year, you must fill this temple with offerings before I will believe in your sincerity.”
Fill the temple with offerings?
That’s not too much, but it would take countless years.
The young and strong in the town looked at the size of the temple, silently calculating.
“Grandpa Town Chief, we can do it!”
“Yeah, we may not have much, but we have strength!”
“At least now it’ll be easier to go east to trade for food; digging stones is better than worrying about starving to death.”
Hearing the voices of the youth, the old town chief nodded heavily.
He was just about to turn around and tell the Celestial Master that they were willing to dig the mountains when a white cloud had already soared high into the sky.
Leaving behind only two books.
Curious, the old town chief stepped forward, picked them up, and asked the town’s literate teacher:
“What do these say?”
“One is called the Mountain Opening Hammer Technique! The other is called the Second Set... of Radio Calisthenics?”
These seemed to be two martial arts, and the words “superior” were written on them, indicating they were extraordinary!
“Does the Celestial Master mean for us to select strong young men to practice and gather stones for him?”
“Exactly, that must be it!”
“What else is written here?”
“Those who help themselves will be helped by heaven!”
“It means that if we work harder, the Celestial Master will continue to help us?”
...
Above the white clouds.
Shang Qin Qing looked down at the cheering townsfolk, lost in thought:
“Those two martial arts, did you create them yourself?”
“Yep.”
Li Mo nodded.
He hadn’t put much thought into the hammer technique, but he had modified the calisthenics, improving a basic martial art.
Truly worthy of being the Celestial Hammer’s little tyrant!
Ling Yuan Geng grinned widely: “Tsk tsk, trading stones for martial arts—this doesn’t seem like something a deity would do.”
“What era is it that we still worship traditional deities?”
“But don’t you need a lot of power from living beings? Aren’t you afraid that once they learn martial arts and dig through the mountains, they won’t revere you as a god anymore?”
“That would be wonderful.”
Li Mo smoothed out his aloof expression, stroking the warm, colorful tower of Kong Ming.
“Maintaining a divine persona is exhausting. Did you bring the vinegar? I still have some dumplings left...”
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