Chapter 294 [Four Living Gods] (Part 1)

The teenagers couldn't wait to share the honey with their hands. The herbalist focused his attention on Lin An. He was too lazy to stop their anxious behavior and asked meaningfully.

Hearing their conversation, someone interrupted enthusiastically.

"There is a ghost named 'Zai' possessed--Ahhh!"

The herbalist's pupils shrank. The group of teenagers were stung by bees before they finished speaking. They shook the beehive and threw out the little fighters who were guarding their homes. They ran away with the beehive in their arms.

"We will bring you olive oil and a few strings of shells tomorrow!"

The energetic teenagers disappeared in the hot alley. Lin An and the herbalist looked at each other for a moment and took the initiative to break the silence.

"Your currency system is not very clear."

"The economy has collapsed a long time ago. Although Daole or Youle are used as the currency unit in formal transactions, I haven't seen real money for several years." The herbalist patted the dust, "Come with me. What herbs do you want?"

"Exorcism, and..." Lin An paused, "spiritual communication."

A few hours ago, Zai told him the origin of the Bantu family [Four Living Gods].

According to Bantu tradition, Nzambi, the creator of the universe, created the four worlds in which humans live.

When a person dies, he enters the underworld according to Musoni time, taking care of the living and protecting them from the spirit world until he enters the chaos of conception again, and then is born and grows in the world, and dies again to join reincarnation.

Nzambi is in the form of a cross, and he extends a finger to each world. The myth mentions that he left the material world four thousand years ago through a reed that reaches the sky, and left four fingers to his successor, the [Four Living Gods].

The finger inherited by Zay is called "Prophet", the current president is "Chief", and there are two members, "Witch" and "Witch".

The Bantu family has a long history. It has guarded this ancient land as early as before the unification of the ancient kingdom in the 15th century AD, until the Portuguese explorer Diego Cao landed on the Kuba River in 1484.

The ancient kingdom and Portuguese explorers started trade, and sent ambassadors to each other in the then capital Mbambuca (Saint Salvador in Portuguese). The Xizhou family also mixed in and sneaked into the Bantu Kingdom.

Then the neighboring country from the east rose up, invaded this ancient kingdom, and dismembered it. The colonial boom in the 17th century transported 13 million people to the New World, and the once glorious civilization was almost gone.

Finally, at the Bailin Conference that divided Nanzhou, Bantu was assigned to the Flemish.

Although the [Four Living Gods] tried their best to save it, they were outnumbered and hid everywhere under the siege of other families in Nanzhou and Xizhou families.

Until the 20th century, a religious movement called Kimbanguist became a springboard for anti-colonial sentiment. It was a church that integrated the beliefs of the Savior, the Evangelicals, and the Bantu natives, and later developed into "Pentecostalism".

Missionaries taught the Law of Moses and opposed superstition, fetishism, and polygamy, which received widespread support. Even internationalists across the ocean invested money to make it a formal unofficial organization, which enjoyed a high reputation in central South Africa.

[Four Living Gods] took the opportunity to mix in, using the "shell" of Pentecostalism to avoid the targeting of the Western Continent family, while mixing in the society to reorganize civilization, and step by step towards independence with the help of Eagle Country.

Eagle Country?

Was it [Xiyong] who did it?

Lin An was thoughtful. He had heard the Countess say inadvertently before that [Xiyong]'s goals were different from most of the families, and they were not allies of [Heidu].

After the Xizhou family left, the [Four Living Gods] once again took to the stage of history, planned the first election, and appointed a fairly good president.

Everything was developing prosperously until one of the [Four Living Gods], "Chief" Tshisekedi Kumasi, betrayed.

He was dissatisfied with his obscure behind-the-scenes work and secretly accepted the olive branch of [Black City].

Tshisekedi cooperated with the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] to stir up ethnic conflicts in various Bantu areas, creating barriers between tribes, and encouraged them to believe that the contemporary president was a Tutsi, an outsider, and the culprit of poverty.

Just as the [Four Living Gods] were trying to remedy the situation, Tshisekedi introduced the power of [Black City] into the base camp of the Four Living Gods.

Except for the "prophet" who escaped by chance, the "witch" and the "witch" all died tragically on the spot.

The remaining members had no choice but to surrender.

Tshisekedi quickly planned an assassination, killed the then president, and joined forces with neighboring Lakon'o to launch a massacre, cleansing the disobedient factions across the country, and finally was elected as he wished in chaos.

At present, Tshisekedi has obtained the fingers of the "sorcerer" and the "witch", but at least the relics of the "prophet".

The reason why the [Four Living Gods] are called living gods is that once the "Comos" overlap, they can enter the spiritual world where the creator Nzambi is through their fingers and obtain the wisdom of the sages, as if their ancestors were reborn in the world.

Not only that, these fingers are "antique relics" similar to the Holy Shroud. The four living gods can use them to lay the foundation for becoming gods and start the first step of controlling the "Lantern Goddess".

Only Lin An in the world can directly skip the step of absorbing the "Lantern Goddess" into his body, because the alien spirit gives him a 100% potential limit.

Tshisekedi, who has not yet collected all four fingers, can only observe the wisdom of the three realms and cannot stand shoulder to shoulder with the God of Creation. He also lacks more ways to obtain the Lantern Goddess.

Due to the growing demand in Black City, the president had to cooperate with the Chamber of Commerce to catch Zai and ask for the whereabouts of the last finger.

Only then did a series of bad things happen to Lin An.

Zai said that if Lin An hadn't killed the countess in time, once she caught him, no one would be able to block Tshisekedi's path to becoming a god.

Before the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce and the President could react, he hoped that Lin An would take back his "finger" to prevent long nights and nightmares.

The herbalist in front of him was one of the few former members of the [Four Living Gods] who refused Tshisekedi’s solicitation and escaped the Countess’s extensive search.

He led Lin An towards the pharmacy. The neo-Romanesque appearance was full of grandeur and stood out among the low, dilapidated and messy buildings. It seemed a little self-indulgent.

The most dangerous place is the safest place?

Pushing open the door of the pharmacy, the smell of herbal medicine hit your face. The interior was very bright, with modern lamps, walls and floors. There were dark products in the glass cabinets. The herbalist took a deep breath.

"Everyone, the prophet is back."

The clerk who was sorting the shelves raised his head and looked at Lin An silently for a while. Soon someone closed the lights and the door, and replaced the "Open" sign with "Close."

"Hello everyone, I-"

Before Lin An finished speaking, the herbalist beside him suddenly fell into an epileptic convulsion and made a babbling cry.

The other clerks were indifferent. Lin An calmed down and observed the herbalist carefully.

The energy of "Comes" spread out, and his facial features and body shape changed. He became shorter, his facial features were distorted, and he became a different person.

Zai told Lin An that for the mystics on the side of prophets and magicians, they are often accompanied by trembling zakama when they cast spells, which is a sign that they are communicating with the spirit world.

It turns out to be a "shapeshifting wizard".

Bennett's mystery was also born out of Nanzhou, and this prototype can be seen everywhere here.

I don't know if he has returned to his original appearance or turned into someone else. The herbalist calmed down and nodded to Lin An.

"Sorry. Come with me."

The clerks followed him, showing no emotions, appearing numb and indifferent. Lin An felt a little strange, and thought that this might be their habit of hiding and disguising for many years.

To be on the safe side, he used [God's One Eye] and short selling mode to observe his surroundings throughout the process.

The darkness became deeper and deeper, and the rare cool wind blew across the side of Lin An's face, and the moist breath hit his face, accompanied by the "tick-tock" sound of water droplets.

Once his feet were empty, he walked down the steps into a basement.

"Is your 'finger' hidden here?"

"No one can touch it without a ritual approved by me," Zai explained. "It's not here."

Is it similar to Doris' "hidden space"?

The herbalist at the front turned on his flashlight, illuminating the view of the basement.

This is a low space with a round sky and a small square. The rough walls have small holes everywhere, and wind and water leak in, making a pattering sound.

Wooden boxes of different heights were piled in the corner, stuffed with medicinal materials, paints, animal carcasses and old ritual tools.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary warehouse.

Seeing Lin An looking around, the herbalist said: "The successor designated by the prophet, please lie down and leave everything to us."

Lin An's eyes twitched. His words sounded like a waist and a massage parlor in Laburnum.

Curling two fingers, [Devil's Dice] rolled around.

"Am I being misled by the prophet's mind?"

"no."

The dice gave a negative answer.

After searching again, Lin An found nothing strange, so he lay down on the stall paved by the herbalist.

The assistants picked up small drums and sat around, while the herbalist placed a piece of witchcraft charm on the mat. The yellowed paper was filled with ancient words that Lin An had seen in the invitation letter of [Ancestral Spirit Totem].

The herbalist chewed a kola nut, spit the residue into the palm of his hand, and sprinkled it beside the cushion. He lit the candle again, and the smoke rose up through the unknown holes and disappeared.

At the same time, the group of assistants beat the snare drum and shouted:

Ndumba gata diaku, nge udi e

e ngwa samuna Nzambe, kesi kum

Almighty mind, I will clear this space,

This is the essence of the ancestral world, and it is also good for you.

The herbalist took out a black, egg-like bead and placed it on Lin An's navel. It felt cold to the touch and touched his skin directly through the clothes.

Suddenly, Lin An was in a trance.

Strange changes occurred in the empty warehouse. The empty gray walls were printed with colorful paint murals, floating like an aurora or a mirage.

Solemn, dark-skinned men and women wear liturgical vestments of extremely contrasting colors, with striped animal skins around their waists and ostrich and peacock feathers on their heads.

No matter what kind of meaningful pose they take, their eyes are staring directly at the audience, and one finger of their right hand is raised except the thumb.

Four living gods throughout the ages?

Even though it was just a portrait, when Lin An looked at them, he always felt like he was being spied on and a shiver ran down his spine.

He turned his attention to the herbalist, who was fiddling with a lidded box filled with various ingredients, opening each lid three times and sniffing the inside very vigorously.

Finally the herbalist selected a box and took out a bag of fragrant herbs.

He opened two more boxes, scooped out a spoonful of water and a little palm sap respectively, mixed them with the herbal package, and tied them to Lin An's soles.

Similar to the black beads, the soles seemed to be nothing, and the cold feeling went straight to the soles of the feet.

The assistants continued to sing:

E Nzambe, nkosi mbungu zi menga tala yuna nleke nge kunsimbidi,

mono k'insimbidi ko.

Kimpaka-mpaka udia mwaka,

bioko iziola mu nitu, kakala nkonso, kakala ngolo, Nzambe unyambula,

kaleka bwo, kasikama ntangu nlungu.

Bleeding Nzambi, look at this man.

He longs to eat one of your fingers,

So you've got him,

Make him strong, make him full of energy, and do not leave him;

Let him take a nap and wake up when the sun is at its strongest!

The singing stopped, and the murals of the Four Living Gods all over the sky suddenly started to move. Several people with white patterns painted on their bodies gathered together into one existence, stretching out a finger like in "The Creation of Adam."

Lin An tentatively faced his fingers.

A flash of light penetrated into his mind, and Lin An instantly noticed that there was a little more obscure fog in his memory.

"You already have the knuckles of the 'Prophet'." The herbalist said, and his assistants stopped playing drums and singing, and looked at Lin An together.

In the darkness, the whites of their eyes were extremely eye-catching.

"It means...did the ceremony succeed?" Lin An frowned slightly.

"It's just one of the prophet's knuckles. Please wait 24 hours before taking back the second knuckle."

As the herbalist spoke, he led Lin An up the steps on the other side. The group of assistants with dull eyes were packing up the remainder of the ceremony, like creeping shadows in the dark, which made people shudder.

Strange guy...

The exit from the basement directly connected to the outside world. Lin An was bathed in the hot sunshine and felt a little bit unreal.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes." Zai confirmed him, "What was just injected into you is the finger inherited from the 'Prophet'."

The herbalist took the opportunity to warn: "Be aware of some taboos during this period. Do not eat pumpkins or peanuts, do not eat poultry or caterpillars, do not eat any animals that died without obvious reasons, and do not pay respects to corpses or assist in funerals."

"OK."

Lin An wouldn't do these things anyway.

Watching his back disappear at the corner of the street, the herbalist's body once again experienced a violent tremor like a spasm. His eyes turned white and his whole body twitched. Five seconds later, he returned to the same state as before.

"call……"

After the energy dissipated, he exhaled, turned to look at the mirror, and showed a mysterious smile.

I saw a face exactly like Lin An's reflected in the mirror.

"I'm sorry, ranger, for me, nothing is more important than inheriting Bantu civilization..."

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