"Faith?" Qin Yingwu was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Yang Jian to ask him such an esoteric philosophical question. But soon, he gave his own answer:

"Isn't it spiritual opium?"

"Huh?" After hearing Qin Yingwu's answer, Yang Jian was also stunned, "That's right, I actually have such an idea." ”

"Uh...... This is actually what I read in a book. ”

"Do you think faith is useful?"

"This ...... I think people should still have something in their hearts when they live, right?"

"Yes, and then?"

I don't know if Qin Yingwu heard Yang Jian's words at this moment, at this moment he was obviously caught up in his own memories, his eyelids drooped, and his long eyelashes cast two lines of shadows on his white skin.

Yang Jian suddenly found that this guy was a good guy on weekdays, and his mouth was broken, but after he quieted down, he was still quite attractive.

"Master, you also know, I ...... Haven't seen my mom. Although my dad has always doted on me, he is a gentleman after all, and there are many things that only a mother can do that he can't do - although I know he has been working hard - to be honest, I really envy those children who have mothers. ”

Hearing this, Yang Jian didn't say anything, just patted Qin Yingwu's shoulder lightly.

Qin Yingwu's voice continued: "Actually, there are very few things about my mother at home, and the only thing I have of her is the apron hanging in the kitchen...... Although she couldn't sketch what my mother looked like, I didn't even know what my mother looked like! But every time I was wronged outside and couldn't tell my father, I would run to the kitchen, and as soon as I saw the apron, I would feel an inexplicable sense of security.

"Master, I haven't really understood this kind of thing, even if my father is a devout Taoist. But I think that faith should have the same effect as an apron should have the same effect on me, right?"

“…… You're right. Yang Jian, who has always been accustomed to smiling, made a rare face this time and said seriously, "It may never be clear what faith is, but in fact, the vast majority of people may not consider this kind of problem for the rest of their lives, and people often pursue faith just to seek psychological comfort." ”

"That's ......" Qin Yingwu's thoughts were obviously pulled back from Yang Jian's memories, and he fell into Yang Jian's words again.

But if you think about it, the beliefs you are talking about, whether they are religious beliefs or just any thoughts, are for people. ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Nothing else, but from a religious or divine point of view, if faith is useless to them, then why would they go to such lengths to spread faith in the Nether and build temples dedicated to themselves?"

"This ...... It seems a little weird. ”

"Well, now it's back to the one we had before the meeting. Yang Jian snapped his fingers.

"Uh......" Qin Yingwu's eyes rolled a few times, and suddenly he thought of something, "Master, do you want to talk about winemaking?"

"Yes. ”

Yang Jian casually led it, and the previous scene was staged again, and another glass of red wine appeared in his hand.

In fact, when people pray for a long time to the gods of their own fabrication or the preaching of others, their minds come together and produce a mysterious power. ”

"Strength?"

"Yes, this kind of power is called 'the power of faith' in the West, and we prefer to call it 'incense offerings' - how many immortals do you think there are in the fairy world?"

"Uh...... There are quite a few, right?" Qin Yingwu replied cautiously, while tears flowed in his heart: I'll go, what kind of god turn is this, Master, are you a science student?

"Yes, there are a lot, but in the end, they break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao, and there are very few who are called saints, because after becoming immortals, especially after being called Taiyi Golden Immortal among the 'Taiyi Scattered Numbers', every small improvement is even more difficult. But for some reason, the gods of both the West and the East have discovered that faith can increase their power on their own—an improvement that can be obtained by absorbing faith without cultivating!"

"I'm going to be so fierce!" Qin Yingwu slapped his thigh, obviously, he was frightened.

"It's so fierce. Yang Jian replied.

"But what does this have to do with your winemaking skills?"

"Ahem, in fact, the so-called gods are nothing more than those who are very sensitive to certain laws, and solidify them in their own bodies for their own use, and even modify the laws according to their own wishes. And that part of the law that is solidified in the body of the god is actually the so-called 'godhead', and the godhead determines the main position of a god."

"The main godship?"

Yes, this also shows from another point of view that there is no fixed number of gods, and a god can also hold multiple gods. And those secondary gods other than the main god position can be cultivated by the gods themselves, or it can be said that the superior gods give or pass on their own power, and in addition, they are 'man-made gods'. ”

"So that's the case!" At this moment, Qin Yingwu finally understood, "The power of faith can also create a sub-god position!"

"That's right. This is how my position as the god of wine came about: I just met the god of wine Du Kang on a whim in the mortal world and asked him for advice a few times, and for a moment I forgot to hide and was heard by a few passing woodcutters, and then somehow I found that there were several temples dedicated to me in the world, and later, I got this god. ”

“…… Invincible!" Qin Yingwu sighed, "I can understand that it turns out that the major religions in history fought for believers because of this 'power of faith'. ”

"That's right, and the power of faith also has its drawbacks, that is, the more you suck, the easier it is to become dependent, many gods who have absorbed the power of faith for a long time find that without the power of faith, they almost lose the ability to improve independently, and the more they absorb, the stronger their resistance to the power of faith, the less effective the power of faith will be on them, and they can only expand the number of believers in order to gain more faith. ”

"This, this is really spiritual opium!" Qin Yingwu was dumbfounded.

"Yes, both to man and to God. Yang Jian nodded.

"Yes...... What does this have to do with those self-cultivated gods?"

"This has to start with the origin of the self-cultivation god race. Yang Jian smiled.

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The underworld.

Yang Zijian walked towards the detected destination.

Although this underworld has always been commonly known as the "ghost world" by the common people, to be honest, Yang Ziji has not even seen a ghost along the way.

But then again, the ghost didn't see it, but the "fang" saw a lot.

The fang clan came and went, and many of them passed by Yang Ziji, but it seemed that the spiritual pressure on Yang Ziji's body shocked them, although they didn't show any good faces, but they didn't dare to step forward to provoke.

These fangs are no different from humans except for their pale faces and gloomy expressions, but Yang Ziji feels that they are very similar to those vampires in the West.

Speaking of which, "Fang" is a very unfriendly contempt for them by the Ghost Clan of the Underworld, and the Fangs themselves prefer to refer to themselves as "Underworld".

If you really want to study it carefully, this so-called underworld is the same origin as the human race living in the yang world, and in a sense, the underworld is the original pioneer of the underworld.

……

The underworld is turbid and gloomy, and because it is blocked by the earth and cannot accept the sun's rays, it is dark all year round, and generally speaking, except for a few wandering spirits who have strayed in, there are almost no signs of life activity in ancient times.

However, in ancient times, due to the sharp decline in survival resources, the three races of gods, beasts, and humans fought continuously. Among the three races, the human race is weak, and can only rely on the gods and beasts respectively, riding on the wall all day long, and suffering unspeakably.

After a long time, many human beings can only leave their homeland because of the humiliation, and move to other places with their families. After many twists and turns, one of the Terran tribes came to the underworld.

Later, until the night god Yama and the earth god Houtu were ordered by the Emperor of Heaven to open up the underworld to guide the reincarnation of the undead, these relocated human beings had already taken root in the underworld, although they could not be said to live and work in peace and contentment, but they finally survived in the underworld, away from the strife of the yang world.

But at this time, the physique of these human beings has changed greatly, and it is very different from their human ancestors, so in order to show the difference, and to commemorate the ancestors, they called themselves the underworld.

……

Gradually, in Yang Ziji's eyes, a boundary as hot and bright red as fire appeared.

"It's here!" Yang Zijian was overjoyed and couldn't help but call out.

"Ah!" A strange roar, but it was a patrolling ghost pawn who was so frightened that his soul trembled on the spot after seeing Yang Ziji's figure, and he almost lost his soul.

"......" looked at the embarrassed figure of the other party, and Yang Ziji felt a little speechless for a while.

"Am I that scary?"