Chapter 007: There Are No Immortals in This World

Fu was filled with turmoil in his heart, wishing he could shout out loud: "Damn it, you are playing with me! After all the difficulty in coming to this world where the Dao manifests and the divine is evident, there is no path to immortality? Am I really left with no choice but to find a way to become a deity myself?" His heart was engulfed in confusion

This world is governed by divine teachings and is enshrined in the faith of incense offerings to deities. However, in this realm where spirits are said to be present just three feet above, there is no peace or tranquility; in fact, it is even more chaotic than the world of Fu Shuo. Demons roam freely, and monsters are everywhere. Every city and village, every territory must have divine protection in order for ordinary people to survive.

The Little Donghe River was originally an artificial waterway, approximately five to six zhang wide, with calm waters. The banks were lined with willows, and every year, officials and local gentry would send people to maintain it. This Little Donghe River could irrigate fields spanning hundreds of li, benefiting tens of thousands of people on both banks. Not to mention the common folk, even the sacrifices hosted by the government could not do without the River God Yang Gong! This is probably what the original world referred to as 'establishing virtue, establishing words, and establishing achievements'! Not to mention the common folk, even the sacrifices hosted by the government could not do without the River God Yang Gong! This is probably what the original world referred to as 'establishing virtue, establishing words, and establishing achievements'! However, in that world, the principles of the Dao could not be manifested, so such statements were merely statements. Yet in this world, they can transform into tangible power!

The term "landlord" does not refer to the kind of gentry who owns a lot of land and rents it out to others, like Zhou Bapi or Liu Wencai. Instead, it is a respectful title for the Earth God. In the original world, when Fu said to look at novels like "Journey to the West" and other supernatural tales, the Earth Gods depicted in them seem to be the kind of insignificant minor deities that are only fit to be summoned and ordered around by people. They oversee just a few miles of land, and even their temples are located in inconspicuous places by the roadside, small and shabby.

Intelligent and upright individuals become deities after death. If Fu Xue could rely on passing the imperial examination, attain an official position, and benefit the people, it is possible that after his death, the grateful citizens might establish a shrine in his honor and gather to worship him as a deity. However, this path is exceedingly difficult to traverse! For instance, figures like Zhuge Liang, Guan Yu, and Yue Fei from the previous world were all venerated and worshipped as deities only after their deaths.

The onlookers saw Fu Shuo and Huangfu Mingyi approaching, both dressed elegantly, clearly not ordinary commoners. Before the two could ask any questions, they recounted the entire story behind the situation.

The two worlds, the deities are naturally different

After chatting for half a day, Fu expressed his intention to probe for information, and the more he listened, the more astonished he became, with a great shock surging within him

However, the way of the Dao manifests in the world; no matter how small this land is, it is still sacred. The farmer who died did so because he drank too much at night, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and urinated beside his temple

"This land is indeed too tyrannical and overbearing. It's just a puddle of urine, why must it lead to someone's death?" Fu spoke these words with indignation, and as a result, those onlookers who were wailing and lamenting all stood there dumbfounded, staring at Fu as if he were a monster

Immortals, immortals. The world speaks of immortals, yet how many truly understand that gods and immortals are not the same attainment? The divine represents merit, while the immortal represents the fruit of the Dao. Gods have their duties, while immortals seek freedom. It is astonishing that this world has no path of immortality, only the path of the divine, which is far beyond Fu's expectations

"Oh, what is that?" They were walking and chatting when they suddenly saw many people ahead, crying and wailing as if someone had died

Huangfu Ming felt greatly embarrassed, repeatedly tugging at Fu's sleeve: "Sir, do not speak nonsense. This person has offended the divine and deserves to die!"

This secret manual has been passed down through generations in the family of Fu Shuo in the previous world. It is said that this alchemical sword technique is one of the secret teachings not transmitted by the Daoist sect

At this moment, Fu was so stunned that he could not even move a finger. All he could hear was Huangfu Ming anxiously saying by his ear: "I hope the landlord does not take offense; my esteemed teacher is merely a bookworm and knows nothing at all"

In the original world, human emotions were indifferent. Upon witnessing such a situation, Fu Shuo would not have felt anything. However, last night, thinking of his cheap father who actually sacrificed himself to shield him from arrows, and then observing the parents of this family crying so sorrowfully, he could not help but feel a twinge of compassion

He secretly rejoiced that in that era, technology advanced quickly enough. With just a scanner, he was able to scan that extremely precious manual into an e-book, stored on his phone. This was his only reliance in this world filled with demons and monsters

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Although this secret manual has been passed down through the family of Fu Shuo, he has never seen it, as there has been a family rule for generations that this method can only be practiced after successfully establishing a foundation

He walked slowly, a turmoil brewing within his chest. Huangfu Ming, caught up in the conversation, was completely unaware of Fu Shuo's unusual demeanor. Having been accustomed to solitude, he had no friends with whom to engage in casual conversation. Once he opened up, he found it hard to hold back and shared many secrets with Fu Shuo.

This principle is naturally known to Fu as well. The talismans are the sacred incantations written and recited, borrowing the power of the deities. However, he does not understand spells, and even if he did, the spells from that world would be of no use in this world at all

This road, however, was not the one that Fu had said he should take. He touched the phone in his arms. Only this phone was the foundation of his existence in this world. Inside the phone, there were many scriptures and texts from the original world, but what was most precious among them was a family heirloom, the "Taiyi Tiandun Sword Technique"

Since the last conversation with Huangfu Ming, when Huangfu Ming was unaware of what an immortal was, Fu had already begun to harbor some doubts. Unexpectedly, today he learned such a thing from Huangfu Ming, and one can only imagine the shock this brought to Fu.

The two walked along the riverbank for a while, and Huangfu Ming stopped, pointing to the small Dong River, saying: "The River God of this county, Lord Yang, came here. Back in the day, it was due to the unpredictable flooding of the large and small Dong Rivers that Lord Yang personally oversaw the construction of the Yang Gong Weir to divert the flow of the rivers. Since then, the weather has been favorable, and there have been no more droughts or floods. The people, grateful for Lord Yang's great kindness, built a temple at the Yang Gong Dyke to hold seasonal sacrifices. It has been five or six hundred years now, and as long as the Yang Gong Weir stands, the incense for Lord Yang will never cease!" The people, grateful for Lord Yang's great kindness, built a temple at the Yang Gong Dyke to hold seasonal sacrifices. It has been five or six hundred years now, and as long as the Yang Gong Weir stands, the incense for Lord Yang will never cease!

Two people, having nothing to do, casually approached to take a look. They saw a young man, resembling a farmer, lying on the ground, motionless, clearly dead. Surrounding him were many villagers, along with the young man's parents, weeping and wailing, evoking pity

This world surprisingly has no immortals

Fu Shuo was not the kind of brainless fool who would fail to recognize the situation; upon seeing it, he immediately realized he had misspoken. He was also not the type to stubbornly insist on his position even when he knew he was wrong, so he fell silent and refrained from speaking further. At that moment, a sudden chill swept through, and Fu Shuo felt as if he had plunged into an ice cave, his entire body devoid of warmth, as if he were about to be frozen into a popsicle

Alas, this child is pitiable. Originally, he was walking home at night after getting drunk, and in a moment of conflict, he collided with the landlord. This has led to such a great disaster!