I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 953 - 347: Taking Root, God of Wealth’s Temple

Wen Yan noted down Su Mu’s words.

Previously, Wen Yan thought that the illusion manipulating desires might be related to the Heavenly Demon.

The Scorching Sun Department over there felt it was associated with the Sealing Artifact.

Su Mu, on the other hand, provided another perspective, starting from money; the puzzle lies in the thinking firsthand presented by the clues.

And as for the demons related to this line of thought, logically, the people from Wudang should have some understanding.

Unfortunately, their thoughts often go too deep, directly ignoring the surface-level things.

It’s precisely that thing that is spreading money, even if it’s spreading Paper Money, to some extent, it counts as spreading money.

"Anything else?"

"I’m out of thoughts, what I could think of is quite shallow, just these, a lot of things I’ve forgotten, can’t remember, only some deeply impressed things I can recall, hope this bit can be of help."

Su Mu felt somewhat embarrassed, she thought Wen Yan had helped her quite a lot.

If it weren’t for Wen Yan’s mediation, she wouldn’t have gotten through the Scorching Sun Department’s barrier that easily.

"No problem, this is already sufficient, sorry for the disturbance this time, also, I work at a Funeral Home, according to local customs, it’s not convenient for me to enter your house today, please explain this to Aunt for me."

"Ah, oh..."

After leaving Su Mu, Wen Yan began examining the materials from that Paper Money workshop.

Previously, no one had really considered this unlucky workshop as a key target.

This workshop, under normal circumstances, operated standard hours from early 8 to late 6, certainly closed before dark.

During rush periods, rotating shifts, at most extended to 11 PM, nearing closing time, the owner would personally come to turn off the lights.

That day the owner didn’t come because he got into a road rage brawl, stuck in a car fight until the end, taking the opportunity when the opponent crossed lanes, delivered an American-style roadblock.

Later on, held up in a dispute and fight, wasting time.

And the workers in the workshop, anyways working on a piece-rate, just added two hours more.

This workshop, is the typical small manual workshop, low production, but sells at high prices.

Dragged the customers purchasing Paper Money from this workshop, traced the final path, found part of the Paper Money flowing into a temple.

And this temple happens to produce those truly functional Paper Money.

My goodness, it really can be used as money.

Paper Money that can genuinely be burnt and given to Ghosts across realms, isn’t cheap at all.

Wen Yan began to feel that Su Mu’s information might really play a significant role.

Just saying, could that fire figure not merely used Paper Money as a medium, but felt it indeed was spreading money?

After all, if merely a tool medium, then this medium could be anything.

If truly considered as spreading money, then this medium can only be money.

Following this line of thought, the search direction can be narrowed down to a very small range.

Wen Yan documented this thought, then reached out to the people at Wudang.

He offered the approach for their reference, the remaining matters were temporarily out of his hands.

On the other side, the Wudang Sect Leader also received the information, glanced at what Wen Yan sent, felt it seemed quite reasonable, it is always right to give it a try first, it doesn’t require too many resources.

When everyone thought this incident was only related to individuals.

In Guanzhong County, over a hundred kilometers north from the County Town, in a small town.

On the hillside in the suburbs, a small temple, several Ghosts quietly arrived here.

Once they entered, the burning candles in the small temple began to emit softly cold and dim lights.

The Ghosts seemed not surprised, prostrating in worship.

"God of Wealth bless, let me become rich."

"Bless me with riches, as long as it’s not illegal, I’ll do whatever it takes."

One Ghost grabbed a handful of Yang Energy from within his body, ignited an Incense Stick with it, and inserted it into the Incense Burner.

Some Ghosts cut open their bodies, let a drop of black blood fall onto the Incense Stick, igniting it, allowing the Incense Stick to emit wisps of black smoke.

The deity statue seated high on the altar, upon being smoked by the black smoke, became somewhat blurry, black smoke spiraled upwards, covering the temple’s roof.

The deity statue’s face became increasingly obscured by the black smoke, eventually transforming into a face with a faint smile, gazing at the Ghosts below.

The Ghosts left one after another.

Some had barely walked away when they saw ashes swept by the wind arrive, landing in their hands and transforming into real Paper Money notes with a denomination of billions.

The last Ghost who ignited the Incense Stick emitting black smoke, never left, quietly waited for the stick to burn out.

He continued bowing here, hoping for riches.

As the Incense Stick was about to burn out, the Ghost started feeling disappointed; these past days, he heard the small temple housed a highly efficacious God of Wealth, came here specially, it’s been two days, yet he gained nothing.

But he already reached a dead end, unable to repay gambling debts, the creditor indeed wanted to kill him.

Today, heard the creditor found nearby, offering a reward for finding him, some Ghosts sold his whereabouts.

Most likely he’ll be found tomorrow.

Thinking of this, the Ghost kept bowing.

"As long as you can make me wealthy, I’ll dare do anything!"

The faintly smiling face on the deity statue intensified with its smile.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the yellow cloth covering the offering table, revealing what lay beneath.

There on a small wooden pedestal were several stacks of real Paper Money.

The Ghost was thrilled beyond measure, promptly extending his hand to grab the money, then kneeling on the ground bowing repeatedly.

"Thank you God of Wealth for the blessing, will do anything to fulfill the vow later."

As the Ghost uttered these words, black smoke drifted and swirled around him, enveloping him.

His struggles and screams were completely untransmittable.

Gradually, the black smoke continuously condensed into a black bead, and the Ghost vanished.

The stacks of Paper Money were swept by the wind, flipping back under the offering table again.