I, Qin Shi Huang, Want Money

A moment later, the woman followed the distributing cultist back to the thatched hut.

The cultist glanced inside. The man lying on the straw mat had his eyes wide open and was no longer breathing. The dirty handprints on his neck were still clearly visible.

"Sir, my whole family has been serving the Holy Mother and chanting scriptures all day. According to the rules, shouldn't we get two bowls of porridge? The kind where the chopsticks stand upright?"

The woman's eyes were somewhat calm, but beneath that calm lay madness.

The cultist's expression turned serious, and he immediately nodded.

"Yes, I was mistaken just now. Your family is the most devout follower here. In a few days, a Priest will personally visit. I will report to the Priest then, and you will not only be able to eat your fill, but you might even be allocated a house."

After the cultist left with the man's corpse, the two bowls of thick porridge that were redistributed were also shared by the family of three. It was the first time in ten days that they felt even slightly full.

After eating, the woman immediately knelt before the simple shrine again, murmuring scriptures. Madness and piety intertwined in her eyes.

She looked at her children and reprimanded them.

"What are you still standing around for? Hurry up and thank the Holy Mother for the porridge."

Wu Shuangge walked down the street. The street was sparsely populated and desolate. The occasional pedestrian hurried along, as if fearing something.

After walking for a while, he remembered Yu Ziqing's instructions and sat down at a street corner, appearing somewhat dazed. In reality, he was recalling the characters he had learned that day. He had lost a lot of his memory before his death, and now he didn't know how to say some words, so he had to re-learn them.

Wu Shuangge had not been sitting at the street corner reviewing his lessons for long when the White Sun cultists, who dared to walk the streets during the day, reappeared, chanting slogans and parading through the city.

The cultists, clad in plain linen robes, soon discovered Wu Shuangge.

Wu Shuangge, muttering to himself, also immediately attracted their attention.

A cultist stepped out of the procession and approached Wu Shuangge. He first shouted a slogan. Seeing that Wu Shuangge had no reaction and was just muttering something unintelligible, he immediately sneered.

"So he's an idiot."

"Hey, idiot, can you read?"

"Huh?" Wu Shuangge was startled and nodded. "I... I can read."

"You can read? Then come with us, we'll feed you."

Wu Shuangge thought of his mission and obediently followed the cultists, who led him to a camp within the city, filled with thatched huts.

Upon entering, one could immediately hear faint murmuring. The air was filled with a foul odor and permeated with a strange, frenzied aura.

Wu Shuangge was assigned to a thatched hut. Inside, there was a simple shrine with a scripture book on it.

"Since you can read, read according to the scripture. You have to read it constantly every day, and then you will be given food. Do you understand?"

"Oh, I can read," Wu Shuangge nodded.

The cultist shook his head, looking at the somewhat distracted Wu Shuangge, and turned to leave.

"He really is an idiot. To think that an idiot can read these days..."

Two hours later, the creaking sound of the food distribution cart could be heard outside the door, and there was movement outside.

"Everyone come out, it's time to eat."

Wu Shuangge stepped out of the thatched hut and glanced around. From the neighboring thatched hut, a woman emerged, followed by two children, a son and a daughter.

The cultist, pushing the cart, stood beside the woman and praised loudly.

"Sister-in-law Li, along with her daughter Dumb Girl and son White Dog, are the most devout here. According to the rules, they have qualified to meet the Priest."

Saying this, the cultist immediately took out two large bowls, filled them with thick white porridge, and added two slices of fatty pork.

"Their family has also qualified to eat meat, and they get it every day. This is the Holy Mother's reward!"

As soon as this was said, the ragged people around them showed envy. They hadn't tasted meat for a long time, let alone a thick slice of the fattiest pork.

Sister-in-law Li held her bowl, her head held high, and praised loudly, seemingly gaining a rare sense of accomplishment and pride.

Wu Shuangge, being there for the first day, also received a small bowl of porridge. He held the small bowl, squatted by the door, and sipped the porridge little by little. He cherished any food he received and ate very earnestly.

The cultist also saw this and nodded with satisfaction.

With such examples, he believed that from here, one or even several people would be selected by the Priest. It would all be his credit, and he would surely be bestowed with cultivation methods and receive blessings.

After eating, the common people in the thatched hut area, who only recited scriptures daily, were granted precious rest time, or rather, resting at this time was not considered impious.

Wu Shuangge ate heartily. He was one of the rare hungry ghosts who could eat whatever he wanted, but of course, it was even better when someone gave him food.

His eating manner quickly caught the attention of the boy next to him. The boy felt the porridge tasted much better than usual today, perhaps because there was meat in it.

"My name is White Dog, what's yours?"

"My sister calls me Gege."

"You haven't eaten for a long time, have you?"

"Mm." Wu Shuangge thought for a moment and nodded seriously. He really hadn't eaten for half a day. Although the porridge these people gave him was also delicious, it wasn't as fragrant or as filling as what the Young Master gave him.

"My mother says our family is the most devout, and we chant scriptures for seven or eight hours every day, so our family eats the most and eats our fill every day."

White Dog ate messily, taking only small bites of the fatty pork so as not to finish it too quickly. When the porridge was gone, there was still a small piece of fatty pork left.

He looked at Wu Shuangge, who was holding his small bowl and eating with great relish and seriousness, and felt a surge of inexplicable emotion.

"Haven't you eaten meat before?"

"Mm." Wu Shuangge nodded again. Since following the Young Master, he truly hadn't eaten meat, nor did he need to.

The White Dog looked at the small piece of fatty meat left in his bowl. He was reluctant, but after thinking about it, he secretly and quickly passed the small piece of fatty meat to Wu Shuangge.

"Eat it quickly, and don't tell anyone. You'll have to recite scriptures properly in the future, and you'll get some too."

Looking at the meat he had given away, the White Dog immediately regretted it. But since it was already given, he regretted his impulsiveness and didn't have the nerve to ask for it back.

"I just saw you eating with such gusto, and watching you eat made me feel fuller than usual, and it brought me some joy. Don't overthink it. I won't give you any more next time. You'll have to rely on yourself."

"Thank you." Wu Shuangge showed no hint of disdain and thanked him sincerely, grateful for the other's offering.

He knew that this young man called White Dog was a good person. If the young man knew the Donation Seal and Donation Incantation, he could already help the young man consume the bad things in his heart.

When night fell and everyone was resting, Wu Shuangge did not go underground and disappeared from the camp.

Returning to the inn, the first thing Wu Shuangge did upon seeing Yu Ziqing was to take out the chamber pot.

"Young Master, it's past the time for excretion."

Yu Ziqing was used to it and immediately relaxed. After his routine trip to the latrine, Cècè, standing nearby, asked Wu Shuangge about his experiences that day.

A moment later.

"Will a Priest come here..."

Yu Ziqing pondered whether he should first find a way to kill a Priest to vent his anger. His primary objective for this outing was to resolve the potential parasitism of the White Sun Evil Sacrifice. It was necessary to personally go to the grassroots to understand the situation. Along the way, he would kill as many White Sun Evil Sacrifices as he could.

He didn't need those hungry ghosts to do anything for him, and the White Sun Evil Sacrifice didn't really need anything for now. According to Yu Ziqing's speculation, what they needed were followers who were so devout that they would not waver even if they starved to death.

If these starved individuals turned into hungry ghosts and remained unswervingly devout, it would truly provide them with an opportunity to parasitize.

Yu Ziqing's path of the hungry ghost, much like the path of a cultivator, could be walked by anyone who came after. Theoretically, anyone could reach the peak. Only the creator of this path, the founder, possessed the myth of advancing one level per day.

It was completely on a different level compared to the White Sun Evil Sacrifice, which required offerings, scripture recitation, and self-sacrifice.

According to Old Yang, the White Sun Evil Sacrifice was inexhaustible and could not be destroyed. However, the highest cultivation level achieved by any White Sun Evil Sacrifice in history was only the ninth stage. They were ambushed and killed miserably, their very essence obliterated, immediately after reaching it.

That was also the most devastating loss for the White Sun Evil Sacrifice. They hadn't reappeared for several hundred years.

During the appearance of the White Sun Evil Sacrifice decades ago, the White Sun Holy Mother of that generation, just after reaching the seventh stage, was brutally killed by an Academy Head from Langya Academy.

That's right, it was an Academy Head who hadn't even entered the Dao yet. According to Old Yang, he was friends with that Academy Head.

The White Sun Holy Mother of this generation died even more tragically, killed by a powerful figure who knew everything from astronomy to geography. Not even a wisp of spiritual thought or a speck of ash was left behind; they were completely annihilated.

As for the current White Sun Holy Mother, she hasn't publicly appeared yet, clearly having learned a profound lesson from the previous generation.

He now recalled many things Old Yang had said about the White Sun Evil Sacrifice, and combined with his current experiences, he began to form a bold idea.

The reason he believed so much of what Old Yang said was because he suspected that Old Yang had fabricated his friendships back then.

Knowing so many details, the White Sun Holy Mother of the previous generation was likely killed by him.

The next day, Yu Ziqing, still maintaining his emaciated state, squatted in the street corner, imitating Wu Shuangge.

Very smoothly, Yu Ziqing also entered the thatched hut camp. The followers were not picky; in fact, they were already rounding up people on the streets, catching anyone they could.

"There's only one fool in this thatched hut, so you can stay here too. Remember, reciting scriptures every day will earn you the Holy Mother's blessings. Those who aren't devout enough won't receive them."

Wu Shuangge didn't react much upon seeing Yu Ziqing; he had sensed Yu Ziqing's arrival long before he entered.

Yu Ziqing entered the thatched hut and flipped through the scriptures on the simple shrine. The content was different from what he had. All the useful little pieces of knowledge were gone, replaced by nonsensical, brainwashing scriptures. The content about hungry ghosts had increased again, even adding some details this time.

After the White Sun Holy Mother created the path of the hungry ghost, she could have advanced one level per day and ascended in a rainbow after twelve days.

However, the Holy Mother, pitying the suffering followers in the world, voluntarily gave up on the eleventh day, suffering a backlash. She was now sleeping in the Sacred Mountain.

Countless hungry ghosts who remembered the Holy Mother had transformed into locust trees, guarding the Sacred Mountain. Now, the followers needed to recite scriptures and serve with devotion so that the Holy Mother could return as soon as possible.

Yu Ziqing looked at the scriptures and, after lamenting how quickly these scum progressed, was filled with questions.

These words sounded so much like...

"I, Qin Shi Huang, am asking for money."