In the sacrificial hall, Su Ming'an sat on a wooden chair and looked at the dozen or so ethnic people standing with their heads bowed below.

These fifteen people are the most pious people in the tribe.

He glanced at Sibur, who had just arrived, and asked her what to do next.

The Lighthouse Sect has been established, how should he establish the element of "faith" to become a god?

"Well..." Siboer whispered: "They have all believed in you, but you haven't felt 'faith' yet?"

"No." Su Ming'an knew that if his system didn't prompt, it meant there wasn't anything.

"Let them kneel on you and try it. Kneel you, worship you, or shout your name, it should be fine." Siboer hesitated...

She also looked extremely unsure, maybe there was no precedent for this.

Su Ming'an coughed and felt a little embarrassed. It would be okay if there were no viewers nearby, but there are hundreds of millions of people in the live broadcast room. See him playing tricks here...

In the past, people often joked in the barrage that he was the "Lighthouse Cult Leader", who was specially here to brainwash... and specifically to save NPCs who were in dire straits.

Unexpectedly, this would actually be realized in the copy.

He was silent for a moment, and looked at a few tribesmen below who quietly raised their heads. When their eyes met, the tribesmen immediately lowered their heads, as if they were in awe of him.

Su Mingan felt that if he said now, "You all come and pay homage to me now," the situation would become extremely embarrassing.

When Yamada Town next to him saw this, he knew it was time for him to show off.

He took a step forward decisively and said very innocently: "——Now that you see the lighthouse, why don't you worship it?"

Its reaction speed is so fast that it can be called a model among doglegs.

"Swish, swish, swish," there were several sounds of cloth rubbing together, and the people below immediately knelt down on the ground. Even the patriarch Mir knelt down tremblingly.

Yamada Machichi didn't expect that these people would kneel down whenever they asked. He was a little complacent. He didn't expect that he, who always had to please NPCs, would one day be so respected by NPCs.

Su Mingan glanced at the people kneeling in a row, and then looked at Xi Boer again: "It still doesn't work."

This divine religion has been established, and people believe that he is a god, even kneeling on his knees, but the system still does not prompt him to master the element of "faith".

"..." Siboer frowned.

She took a step forward and suddenly pointed at the people below and said: "——You must be not pious enough! Otherwise, how could Lord Baishen not feel your faith!"

This shout was so incredible that the people below immediately knelt down, worshiped and kowtowed. Some young men even cried and said: "Master Baishen's wife, you can't say that to us. We are the most pious people."

, even if you let us die, you can't slander our faith..."

They looked at the girl wearing a strange dress on the left and the woman in a red robe on the right next to Su Ming'an, thinking that they were all the living wives of the gods.

"Don't just look at a woman and say she's your wife!" Xi Boer immediately became furious.

"Yes, yes." Yamada Machichi, dressed in women's clothing, agreed.

Even though he is very excited now because he is pretending to be powerful, but after knowing that the sacrificial saint who makes his heart beat is Noel in disguise, he will still cry.

"——You must have something evil in your heart! Do you have other intentions and believe in the God Nine?" Siboer said loudly.

"We didn't have it, we were wronged..." The people were really complaining. They are really the most pious people. They grew up listening to the legendary stories of Bai Shen since they were young, and even witnessed Bai Shen with their own eyes five years ago.

No one can be more pious than them in the scene where God turns into a canopy.

As soon as Sibor said this, they suddenly became "people of alien origin who may believe in the Nine Gods". This was like a bucket of dirty water being poured on them, and it was even more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Lord Baishen, you cannot marry such a woman. She actually slandered your most pious people..." A female ethnic minority with braided braids immediately said to Su Ming'an.

Su Mingan: "...Is there any other way, Siboer?"

He could understand the insistence on recognizing women around gods as wives. These people were uncivilized and believed whatever outsiders compiled. This situation lasted throughout their lives. Only people like Siboer

A sober person can become independent.

He could feel the similarity between Xi Boer's body and his soul. They were companions who lived and died together, but there was no other relationship.

She is a very unique person, and she is also the most difficult person to estimate along the way. Layers of fog have shrouded her body one after another, and he seems to have only cleared a few layers so far.

To regard her as just an ordinary teenage girl would be an insult to her independent personality and free soul.

"Let me think about it..." Siboer thought for a moment: "Then I will go through all the rituals that a sacrifice should have on you and see if you can master the element of 'faith'."

Jiu Shen and Bai Shen were both formed over a long period of time. If you want to become a god in a short time, you should need a lot of faith.

Dogleg Yamada immediately arranged the matter.

"...You go prepare things for sacrifice, big fish and meat, roasted chicken and duck, as well as incense! Wine! Grain!" Yamada Machichi didn't know whether this place is considered a Western culture or an Eastern culture, but let all the people below come.

Once done, he looked more like a great eunuch standing next to the emperor when he asked the various ethnic groups to hurry up and do things.

It can be said that Lu Shu is dead and Yamada is here to stay.

After a while of fussing, the women of the tribe sent grains and pickled salted fish and bacon, intending to follow the procedure all over again.

People first played music with bronze drums, then killed animals, bled them, dipped them in wine, and some children danced curious dances.

Su Mingan sat on the chair with eyes blank, watching the children dancing around him. They raised their hands and danced weirdly like noodles, while singing strange underworld nursery rhymes. The women held torches and shouted

The name of hundreds of gods spread the name of Larsus far and wide.

The patriarch, Mika, was even more dancing. He called on the young people to shout loudly, shouting the name of the newly established religious sect.

“Believe in Lord Baishen—praise the lighthouse!”

"We are surrounded by the light of the lighthouse, and the light of the lighthouse spreads to every corner of the sky -"

"——You will forget your pain, sorrow and joy. You are as pure and happy as Khalsa in the clouds——"

"——In the name of pioneers, light chasers, and fanatics, Larsus has bestowed upon you a rich career. As the people of God, you should praise the lighthouse, and use the name of the 'Lighthouse' religion as a harvest of wheat seeds, sowing to the

The vast land has no end."

"——In this way, our ignorance can be put to rest."

Mika raised his hand as if conducting a concerto, and the people shouted loudly.

“Believe in Lord Baishen—praise the lighthouse!”

“Believe in Lord Baishen—praise the lighthouse!”

"..."

Su Mingan's claws were numb.

At this time, he felt that even if he was alienated, it would not be as difficult as now.

Although he did make up this paragraph on the fly, he didn't expect that this group of people could shout so emotionally. Some shed tears, some shouted for heaven and earth, some sang loudly, and one old man even cried with tears in his eyes.

He must be surrounded by the light of the lighthouse all his life.

...it's obviously just false.

...it's obviously just an extremely funny scene in the eyes of the audience.

These people believe in these falsehoods as if they are burning their souls and regard them as the faith of life.

Even if it is just a curiosity-seeking ritual compiled by outsiders, it is still proof of solemnity and piety in their eyes.

The people are hung in rituals and oracles, their lives are connected to "him", and their own subjectivity is unlimitedly lowered. Even just a codified sentence can make a person die with hope at will.

He has never seen such a world. Even the people of Praia's belief in the gods of Yunshang City is much clearer than this belief.

In front of him, the patriarch Mika stepped forward and wanted to spill the copper cup of wine in his hand. Su Mingan subconsciously stood up from the chair.

"Don't move." Xiber held his shoulders: "The process of the sacrificial ceremony requires spreading harvest wine to the statue. You are now taking the role of the statue."

"..." Su Mingan hopes that outsiders can be more reliable when compiling this kind of ritual.

The wine spilled on his body, making him feel cold.

Shala, wearing sacrificial robes, walked up slowly, and the golden ring around her neck shone brightly in the firelight.

"You turn your will into rich rain and dew and send it to the eternal world.

You turn your soul into golden wheat and send it to the fields."

She sang softly, her fingers touched the animal's blood, and then touched his fingertips.

"Lord Larsus." She said softly: "...May you bless the people of Qiongdi for a hundred years of peace and prosperity."

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly heard the system prompt.

[You have touched one of the three elements of becoming a god, “faith.”]

[Current faith content: 53/10000 (full value is considered complete control of faith.)]

[You can accumulate the power of faith by preaching the name of God, holding ceremonies, etc.]

…

[Perfect clearance progress: 70%]

…

Su Mingan calculated that there were more than 100 people in the 29 tribes, and they had 53 points of faith. This may be related to the piety of these people.

If he had to collect 10,000 faith points in the remaining ten days, he was really pressed for time.
To be continued...