Chapter 373 There Is No God in the World, so We Will Become Their God

When Jingming was very young, he followed his father to participate in folk fire activities.

His father was the one who played Guan Gong on stilts.

He was the protagonist of the fire.

Jingming's father usually drank three catties of liquor before playing Guan Gong. For ordinary people, three catties of liquor is already a lethal dose.

But for those Guan Gong performers who make a living from fire performances, three catties of liquor can make the villagers believe that he is really possessed by Guan Gong.

Jingming never understood it.

Mingming was an illiterate who could not read a single word the moment before, and an inferior who would not be respected anywhere.

But after painting his face with red paint, drinking three catties of liquor, and looking blurred, he became the object of villagers' kneeling.

"They are not kneeling to me, but to the Guan Gong I am performing."

His father saw his doubts and explained to him.

When he was a child, Jingming looked up at his father and asked curiously, "Is there really a martial saint?"

"No."

This was the affirmative answer given to him by his father, who was the Guan Gong performer.

"The Martial Saint is a man of great righteousness. If he had become a god, he would not have watched us suffer and would have come to help us a long time ago."

Father gave Jingming a seemingly absurd but surprisingly reasonable reason.

Jingming's face was very tangled, "Then why do they still worship you, when even you, the father, can figure it out."

"..."

The father was speechless, but could not refute

The father sighed and said a truth that a child might not understand: "Don't stand outside the quagmire and criticize those who are already deep in the quagmire."

"They are... willing to be deceived."

Seeing Jingming's ignorant eyes, the father stopped talking and just continued to sigh: "You will understand when you grow up."

Jingming continued to ask: "Without the Martial Saint, are there other gods?"

"..."

The father was silent for a long time,

"My son, remember, there are no gods in this world."

"There were none before."

"There will be none in the future."

"Even if there are, what does it have to do with us?"

Jingming retorted: "He is a god, and just revealing that little thing from the nail crack can make our lives better, right?"

"He is a god, why does he still pay attention to ordinary people like us?"

The father asked Jingming with one sentence.

Jingming was speechless for a long time.

The father continued, "Do you know why we live in pain? Because we are human beings, we have five emotions and six desires, we have pain, we have the pain of love and separation, and we have the pain of not getting what we want."

"What is a god?"

"They don't have the pain we have, they are not greedy, they are not angry, they are not jealous, and they don't cry because of suffering, even if they accidentally look down and see us."

"What will happen?" Jingming looked up and asked expectantly.

"There are only two results."

"Either they will ignore us, just like we ignore the ants under our feet."

"Or, they will stop and watch curiously like we treat ants, and then... step on them without any burden."

"..."

When he was a child, Jingming didn't understand his father's words. He just looked at his father's face that was tortured by three pounds of white wine, and remembered this sentence deeply in his heart.

Many years later.

Jingming took over his father's inheritance and played the role of the non-existent martial saint, walking on stilts, drinking hard-to-swallow white wine, and stepping over those who died of the plague.

Pray for them.

Even though his father died of excessive drinking, he had to continue living for a living.

Looking at the people kneeling down to him.

Looking at the peasant woman crying bitterly, cursing the injustice of God, and then piously asking the Martial Saint to save their children.

Looking at the poor peasants who were so poor that they could not eat, but still offered a bag of rice to "Guan Gong" on the day of the community fire.

Jingming felt that these people were stupid and pitiful.

So he deliberately broke his stilts at an important community fire occasion, lying on the ground drunk, deliberately showing his "mortal" side.

Let them understand... There is no god in the world!

You are deceiving yourself!

If there is a god, why didn't you save your father?

If there is a god, why is he so miserable when he plays the god?

But no one believes it.

They just think that Jingming has not learned his father's skills at all, and has lost the ability to let Guan Gong possess him. His father's death was not due to excessive drinking at all, but just... completing the task given to him by Guan Gong.

Even on the day his father died, the villagers spread the rumor that his father and Guan Gong died on the same day. This was... a fucking auspicious sign!

After that day, Jingming disappeared from his hometown.

From then on, there was no one who could drink three catties of white wine and stay awake on stilts. There was no Guan Gong in the community fire, and there was one more Jingming in Daming Temple.

Jingming had planned to die of old age in Daming Temple.

Until this day.

God really appeared.

Just as his father said, he was like a man looking at an ant, and with one foot... took away the stability of Daming, and also took away the last bottom line in Jingming's heart.

"I want to become a god."

"..."

This was a dream that Chen had in the cocoon.

Like a revolving lantern, he went through the things of his first half of his life.

Many things, as a part of Jingming's personality, he didn't know, especially why Jingming became a monk and why he did such a thing.

The revolving lantern before death and the new life after rebirth helped him solve many mysteries.

Jingming made up his mind to separate his five personalities, greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt, because he wanted to become a god, and his father's words "God is inhuman" became a life-changing sentence for Jingming.

When playing Guan Gong, he saw greedy landlords, angry fathers, and ignorant peasant women without opinions.

He saw the emperor of the Ming Dynasty whose arrogance covered his eyes like a mountain.

And himself who was suspicious by nature.

Only by giving up human nature can one become a god.

Jingming did not want to be the ant in his father's mouth, and he hated the ignorant people who "killed" his father.

Even after Jingming became a monk, he could see believers in the temple who were as ignorant as the villagers who knelt down to worship him.

People are all the same.

Stupid.

Ignorance.

Greed.

Arrogance.

Suspicion.

If you want to become a god... you have to cut off these.

Thus, there are greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance and doubt.

Chen finally understood why he was the only one who was special, because Jingming was not a person who liked to get angry.

His anger came from his father.

Because of the three pounds of white wine that was like poison, the pain made his father's face become hideous all year round, just like "anger".

He didn't hate the white wine.

He was not angry at those ignorant kneeling people.

He was angry at... this unfair world!

"My son, since there are no gods in the world, then we will become their gods!"

"My son, raise the knife in your hand, chop him, chop them!"

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