In order to let Zhiming have a good look at the current human race, Shen Hengkong stayed in the north for some more time.

With Zhiming, she traveled almost every tribe in the Northlands.

These tribes still believe in Zhiming, and their families also worship the idol of Zhiming, and in the eyes of these people, Zhiming is not only their god, but also a spiritual symbol.

In order to be more authentic, Shen Hengkong and Zhiming hid their true identities.

"Uncle, you have been worshipping Xuanwu every fifteenth time in the first month, since you have Xuanwu's blessing, why do you still work so hard?"

Shen Hengkong gave the old man who was moving the trunk of the tree and looked at the old man curiously.

It's already a little closer to Middle-earth, it's not as cold as the Far North, and this season, there are still mortals working outside.

Shen Ping'an thought that the old man would explain in a good voice, but who would have thought that the old man's eyebrows would rise in an instant, and he blew his beard and stared at Shen Hengkong.

"You're so lazy in your next life!"

"Lord Xuanwu has blessed us with good weather and good weather, what people want, they have to rely on their own hands to earn it!"

"How can you expect to worship Lord Xuanwu every day and be able to drop pie in the sky?"

As he spoke, the old man glared at Shen Hengkong viciously.

"A lazy woman like you, Lord Xuanwu won't bless you!"

Shen Hengkong touched her nose, since she became the emperor of people, she had never been scolded by someone pointing at her nose, and it was the first time she had been scolded by pointing at her nose like this.

Zhiming looked at the old man thoughtfully.

This old man is not young anymore, his back has been bent by life, and the clothes on his body are patches after patches, because it is winter, the winter clothes do not dare to be washed easily, and his body is shiny.

And because the weather in the north is still cold, the old man is covered tightly, and his movement is quite inconvenient.

"Old man, then what are you praying for when you worship Xuanwu?"

Zhi Ming stood in front of Shen Hengkong and looked at the old man.

This is a very important question to him.

In Zhiming's memory, only the Terrans can provide the power of incense, while the Terrans worship the gods and exchange their faith for the protection of the gods, and the gods receive the faith of the Terrans and bless the peace of the Terrans.

It's a complete deal.

But now that the old man's life was already so difficult, he didn't ask Xuanwu to help him get out of his current situation.

The Xuanwu statue in the old man's house, Zhi Ming saw it.

The statue is clean and clean, with three sticks of incense inserted in front, which is obviously very well maintained.

So, what is the old man praying for?

"Of course, I pray for Lord Xuanwu to bless me......"

The old man said immediately, only halfway through, but he got stuck.

yes, what is he praying for?

He doesn't believe in pie-in-the-sky good things, and never completely relies on Lord Xuanwu, but it has become his habit to worship Lord Xuanwu.

After a while, the old man's voice weakened, and he muttered, "You don't care what I pray, anyway, I just like to worship Lord Xuanwu!" ”

"Old man, you worship Xuanwu every day, and now you are still living such a hard life, you have never doubted that Xuanwu took your offering and didn't do anything?"

Zhiming has received many offerings, but there are very few people who will really be his attention.

Among those who worship Xuanwu, there are not a few like the old man.

He didn't understand why they were willing to worship him if he had never really helped them.

The old man was stunned, he ...... Haven't you been blessed by Lord Xuanwu?

How can it be!

"How did you talk in this offspring!"

The old man reacted quickly and glared at Zhiming angrily.

"How could Lord Xuanwu not bless me? When I fell into the ice cave, it was because of the blessing of Lord Xuanwu that I survived and waited for the rescuers! ”

"If Xuanwu bless you, you won't fall into the ice cave at all."

Zhiming said coldly.

"I fell into the ice hole, and that's because I didn't see the road! If I had looked closely, how could I have fallen into such a big ice hole? And then they all said that it was a miracle that I was able to hold up until they rescued me! ”

"If it weren't for Lord Xuanwu to bless me, how could I have survived, you say?"

The old man raised his head proudly, he fell into the ice cave and came out alive when he was young, this is something he has always talked about, in his eyes, this is the proof that he is favored by Xuanwu.

If it were someone else, it would have been dead inside!

Zhiming was silent.

Is it Xuanwu blessed, can he not know?

It's a miracle that just a mortal can hold up in an ice cave for so long.

Could it really be that when he was unconscious, he sheltered such a mortal?

Zhiming wanted to ask something more, but Shen Hengkong had already pulled him away.

"Peace, explain to him."

Looking at Zhi Ming's appearance, Shen Hengkong knew that Zhi Ming didn't understand how the old man survived in the ice cave.

"Mortals are far stronger than we imagined, you didn't really protect him, but when he was in a desperate situation, he firmly believed in the existence of Xuanwu, supported himself by his belief in Xuanwu, and broke through the limits of his body."

"Of course, this is also because he was young at the time, a young man, and his physical fitness was also passable."

It is not uncommon for things like this to happen, and the power that supports mortals in desperate situations is not necessarily a belief like Xuanwu.

"So, whether I really bless them or not, nothing will change in their lives, and for them, I just need to be a mascot?"

Zhiming swallowed his saliva, and it was a little difficult to speak.

"You're right."

"The so-called power of faith should have disappeared a long time ago."

Shen Hengkong patted Zhiming's shoulder.

Mortals have given their faith, if the god they believe in is good, it is fine, if it is like the gods of today's court, not only have they not been able to get the same return, but they have also used their faith to worship a group of devils.

If that is the case, then why let the power of faith exist?

Shen Hengkong's words made Zhi Ming stunned, "The power of faith is innate, how can it not exist?" ”

"As long as the human race has faith, then the power of faith will inevitably be generated!"

Zhiming looked at Shen Hengkong incredulously.

The latter smiled silently.

She has never been a "human emperor" who can survive by relying on the beliefs of mortals, and more importantly, Shen Hengkong has never admitted that she is a good person.

The faith of the human race is a dispensable thing for her, and faith will produce the power of faith, and who will make such rules?

Just like back then, the human race was not qualified to eat at the table, and such rules were not also formulated by the superiors?

(End of chapter)