Everything went very smoothly.
Looking at the girl sleeping soundly in his arms like a lamb, Fang Zheng's lips curled into a faint smile.
To be honest, Fang Zheng had considered using other methods to control these people, but unfortunately, he found that he couldn't do it.
These girls had come to Ci Hang Ji Zhai at a very young age to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist sutras. The sutras had already seeped deep into their souls. It was like salt dissolving in water—if you wanted to extract the salt again, you would have to evaporate all the water.
Fang Zheng had no solution for that, so he had no choice but to implement Plan B.
Infiltration and conversion.
Fang Zheng showed no mercy in this regard. As a True God, he understood very well what true believers were like.
They were not ordinary people who prayed to the Dragon King for rain during droughts, prayed to the Dragon King to drain floodwaters during floods, or hoped to pass the imperial examinations, earn a place on the honor roll, marry, and have children. Strictly speaking, such people were not believers. Their relationship with gods was less that of god and believer than that of merchant and customer. They offered incense and Wish Power to the gods, hoping the gods would repay them by fulfilling their wishes or showing them the way. In truth, it was an equal consumer relationship.
If a god could not repay them or grant their wishes, then these pilgrim "customers" would leave and seek another merchant—a different god—or simply never return.
That was not faith.
True believers were beings like the girl before him, those who offered every part of themselves to their god without reservation.
Of course, from an ordinary person's perspective, religious believers