Chapter 364 The Mythology Appears, He Hears the Prayers of All Peoples In less than two days, the rumors and doubts about the list were large number of young people in the country, whether male or female, awakened or ordinary people, admire Jiang Mo very much. He was particularly enthusiastic in searching for all topics and information related to him on the dark web. In the new era of evolution, this is the only word of God, allowing countless citizens, and even foreigners overseas, to see how far the upper limit of human evolution is. Compared with the immortal gods of the old era who were worshipped, Jiang Mo's brilliance completely overwhelmed them with the deliberate instigation of the Security Council. Every era has its own gods, and the cycle of history seems to have entered a new cycle. In the first stage, we discover humans who are beyond common sense; The second stage is to admire, sing praises, and praise them, to deify them, to pray for their protection, or to maximize their own interests by various means and methods; The three stages have created a myth with a long history; The gods that stand at the top of every era have the most terrifying attraction to the contemporary believers, because they are witnesses and followers, and they will not question the existence and power of gods like the people in later generations as time passes and history becomes vague. Gradually, Jiang Mo's life story became more and more distorted. Countless people who like him, or those who fear or hate him, are unscrupulously digging up what they think are "facts" on the Internet and in real life, and fabricating unrealistic and imaginary anecdotes.
They said he slayed demons and monsters, that he saved people with medicine, that he was sanctimonious, and that he was extremely cruel and vicious. Him, her, even it! There are too many people who are keen on discussing this and use it as a capital for bragging; He wanted to use those false perceptions about Jiang Mo to expose him, to create mystery, to make himself seem unfathomable, and to gain excessive attention that his mediocre life did not deserve. Even some businessmen with a keen sense of smell reacted quickly and used Jiang Mo's true appearance revealed in the video as a basis to produce a series of entertainment works, such as two-dimensional images, simulated wood carvings, cute cotton dolls, etc., and sold them for profit. Among the people, the group that is praised far outnumbers the group that is disparaged; it is no exaggeration to say that the ratio is nine to one. The fighting power of the two was totally not on the same level. Those dirty, lowly, and smelly insults and slanders were drowned out by the vast praises. Every despicable person who fabricated his past received only endless attacks from his believers. This is a part of the process of myth formation. As time goes by, the voices of doubt will become smaller and smaller until they disappear completely. why? Because the power of all believers, when gathered together, is extremely terrifying and unshakable, like a royal guard loyal to the emperor, charging into the battlefield of rumors, tearing apart and crushing all blasphemers. Later believers hiding in the crowd were either purely devout or selfish and had ulterior motives. But no matter what, they cannot go back to the initial stage. They cannot and dare not say it, and it is even more impossible for them to believe any negative comments about God. They just want to perfectly integrate into the crowd, resonate with others, and thereby realize the true desires in their hearts. Some people do it for faith, and some do it to make a living. Once a myth is formed, regardless of whether the god being believed in is willing to accept their admiration or not, believers will use the most perfect standards in their hearts to create an image that may be a million miles away from the god himself. 24 hours after the list was announced, Jiang Mo became a top domestic topic. He is hundreds of times more popular than ordinary stars and internet celebrities, especially because of his stunning appearance and upright body. He does not look like an immortal or skinny, which fits most people's fantasy of gods and immortals, and is loved by people all over the world. A large number of admirers, after obtaining the location of Trinity Gate from information on the dark web, rushed there overnight, wanting to pay a visit, burn incense and pray. Crowded tourists came and went, lingering at the foot of the mountain, but could not even pass the most basic barrier of entering the mountain. Some powerful aliens and awakened people, who were lucky enough to reach the climbing stone steps, heard a warning in their ears, telling them to return the same way they came and not disturb the important Xuanmen area. However, there are still some people who ignore the advice and insist on climbing the mountain. Afterwards, Changqing's figure appeared on the inner stone steps of the mountain protection formation. He stood with his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the mob. He waved his white sleeves and a hurricane-like force wind whistled, pushing everyone back nearly a hundred meters. The visitors were so frightened that their faces turned pale, as if they thought they had made some big mistake, and they dared not take another step forward. "Anyone who breaks in again will be killed." Chang Qing's words were concise and his authoritative voice was extremely oppressive.
He turned and left. Two shadows were lurking nearby, guarding the entrance to the inner area. They were the Xuanyan Iron Guards, ready to hunt down any offenders who entered the mountain uninvited. On June 6, the Security Council paid close attention to the direction of public opinion and released important news when public opinion was at its peak. "The soon-to-be-built Chixia University will hold a historic founding ceremony in late June to early July. As the undisputed pinnacle of the alien world, Chen Qingxuanzun will attend this grand event." Many of the candidates who passed the Security Council's examination and were enrolled in the colleges and universities were Jiang Mo's admirers. They were extremely excited when they learned about it, and they couldn't wait for time to pass faster so that they could witness the immortal figure of the senior up close. At night, at the Trinity Gate, Jiang Mo sat quietly in the courtyard of the Taoist Palace. There were tables and chairs, a coffee table, and white smoke rising from the brewed tea. The dark sky was full of shining stars, and there was a frosty white moon disk. Jiang Mo had no mood to appreciate such a peaceful and leisurely scenery. At this moment, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was thinking. Since yesterday evening, new strength has been surging in his body, and it has continued to surge with no signs of stopping, like a reservoir with the floodgates opened, pouring out. Although it is not even one-tenth or one-twelfth of his strength, it is becoming more stable and growing stronger. Jiang Mo used his true energy in his left hand to hold up two ancient books and read them. One was from the sect, and the other was a manual that Yousha had obtained from somewhere. The contents in the books were similar. "Wow!" At this moment, a ball of light as bright as the daytime sun was suspended in Jiang Mo's right hand, releasing millions of soft rays of light from the inside out. This was the new power he had gained out of thin air within one day. The power of incense. The power of faith. The descriptions and definitions of it in the two ancient books are similar. Jiang Mo knows that it is actually one and the same thing. He can control this ball of light at will and draw power from it. With his five fingers lightly grasping the light ball and sensing it carefully, Jiang Mo would then hear countless dense voices in his mind. They were prayers and conversations with him from believers from all over the world, and the number of voices exceeded one million. Can't finish listening. There is simply no way to finish listening to it. Some believers said that their mothers were seriously ill and hoped that Jiang Mo would protect them. That person believed the rumors circulating in the martial arts world, that Jiang Mo once became a Taoist doctor and saved hundreds of thousands of patients during the plague era. He had accomplished great deeds and became the god of medicine. He was silently blessing all living beings and exorcising evil spirits. So that person kowtowed and expressed his worries to Jiang Mo every day. Some believers worship the power of force and want to follow Jiang Mo's example and emulate his path, to defeat all opponents in the world, to become the pinnacle of martial arts, and to look down upon the nine provinces. This believer practiced boxing hard every day, but he had no talent and physical strength, but he had an indomitable will. He would not stop training even when he was exhausted, and would just madly strengthen his body. In his spare time, he often talked to himself silently in his heart and had conversations with the imaginary godhead of Jiang Mo, so as to draw spiritual comfort and encouragement from the rough reality and continue to move forward on the path he most desired. Some believers were even more absurd. They kept muttering in their hearts, hoping that Jiang Mo could protect their good fortune and bring them success. They were totally on the wrong channel. This person just heard that Jiang Mo was an immortal god and he worshipped him blindly. This kind of person is the most "pragmatic". Rather than being a believer, it is better to say that he is a profit seeker, making a deal with gods and Buddhas. If you can give me what I want, I will worship you, respect you, and do everything I can to please you. If you don’t get positive feedback after a long period of worship. This type of believer will often turn evil the fastest, and may even jump up and curse the god for being useless, saying that they pray day and night and have a pious heart, but still cannot receive any protection. The above three people are all believers that Jiang Mo sensed casually, and they are extremely sick. The first believer, knowing that his mother was seriously ill, did not look up information about the disease or take his mother to see a doctor. Instead, he prayed to a stranger who lived over a thousand kilometers away, hoping that all his problems would be solved so that he could feel relieved. The second believer was worthy of praise for his hard work, but the godhead he created was entirely the evolution of his subconscious desires. From now on, he only used the high-sounding excuse of God's permission and support for all his actions, efforts, and achievements. As time went by, this indulgence in desires and his way of cultivation, knowingly but not changing, would sooner or later ruin his image beyond recognition. As for the third believer, let alone anything else, he absolutely cannot believe in his own abilities. He does not believe that he can change his situation into a better one by being down-to-earth and self-disciplined, step by step. However, he only seeks quick results and pins his hopes of getting rich quickly on illusory luck.
Through the power of faith, Jiang Mo could even communicate with them across the air, forming a revelation similar to a sudden inspiration, but he did not respond and continued to listen to the desires of other white lights. Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Faced with such a huge number of believers, Jiang Mo once again experienced the good and bad sides of human nature. He is like a spectator outside the movie screen. He understands the life stories of the believers and their desires. No matter how tragic their life stories are, how twisted their hatred is, or how devout their prayers are, he is always unwilling to lend a helping hand or interfere with their fate. Jiang Mo couldn't accept that those believers asked him, an outsider, to treat them as puppets and try his best to guide them to the most correct path. God can protect you for a while, but can he protect you for a lifetime? Besides, he has never been an immortal god. He was not in the past, is not now, and will not be in the future. He is a human being, nothing more, not a god to be worshipped or believed in. Brothers, Typhoon Capricorn is 15 or 16. My current address happens to be where it passes. In the next few days, there may be water and power outages, which is very bad. The author wants to take leave for the next 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 days, but there will still be 4K updates every day. The number of days of leave will be increased by 6K words before the end of the month. I am really sorry, everyone, I hope I can come back alive. It is 15, my scalp is numb,
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