"Does the Heavenly Lord still need worldly faith?"
The Red-Haired Ghost Saint asked absentmindedly.
"Yes, and no."
Lord Yan nodded even as he shook his head.
The Ghost Saint said, "One or two people, perhaps..."
The unspoken meaning was that even incense offerings and wish-power were far too weak.
The court's strictly enforced Divine Prohibition Edict expressly forbade licentious worship and heretical sacrifices. Yet with the construction of Lord Yan's temple, the edict had clearly loosened, as if someone had deliberately opened a gap.
That was why people had climbed West Mountain.
With such an obvious test, anyone with a head on their shoulders would not fail to see it.
Lord Yan, however, spoke as though he was not worried in the slightest. "One is not too few, two are not too many. Drops make a river; in time, some courage will gather around me."
"Besides, that woman's child is an apprentice."
"An apprentice?"
"An apprentice at Zhang's Ironworks."
Upon hearing this, the Ghost Saint immediately understood.
So it was link upon link.
The Ghost Saint could not help but smile. Cui Jianlu indeed had some skill, but this was also a perfect chance to go with the current and investigate Zhang Yajiu's intentions and schemes.
Tu Shan Jun, who had seen through the other side's stratagem and laid out the final move, did not object to meeting the woman.
With a smile, he said, "If the Heavenly Lord wishes to gather followers far and wide, he ought to tell them this."
"I, the Divine Lord Yan of Righteous Law, am an ancient great god. I have not fallen. Offer me but a little incense and wish-power, and when I ascend to the Ninth Heaven and forge the supreme divine court anew, I guarantee I shall make you a great