Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 298 - 158 Brahma Flower Blooms, Saint King Returns (Part 1)_5

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But the Power of the Spirit contained in this flower was real; the other person was definitely not an ordinary person, at least a strong figure above the Heart Image.

*Could it be a formidable figure traveling through the mundane world, just passing by?*

From the Divine Travel Realm onward in Federation Martial Arts, many martial artists chose to travel across famous mountains and rivers in the Federation, searching for the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism, and contemplating the world to refine their minds.

Such examples were commonplace. Master Bai Lu, in the past, forged six "Heaven and Earth Mountains and Rivers Maps" as the foundation for attaining the Tao, which involved traveling all over the Federation planet to observe the world's landscapes.

Ji Jingqiu glanced again at the end of the street but did not pursue further. If such a strong figure wanted to see you, they naturally would. If not, even if you searched the entire East Three Bright Star, you wouldn't find their True Face.

Ji Jingqiu entered the Divine Temple. The Mahjong table that was outside earlier had been put away, and the place was cleaned thoroughly. Cheng evidently took careful care of it.

He routinely walked into the inner room, paid respects to the faceless statue, and offered a few sticks of incense.

After offering the incense, Ji Jingqiu stepped back a few steps and seriously looked at the God statue before him.

He had worshipped this deity for over ten years now.

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*It seemed I was just overthinking it.*

Ji Jingqiu walked out of the inner room, and Cheng poured him a cup of iced tea and ran over.

Ji Jingqiu took the cup, thanked him, looked around the Divine Temple, walked to the entrance, and, like in childhood, squatted at the threshold, asking Cheng if there had been any trouble recently.

Speaking of which, Sir Zhuang had mentioned before leaving that he planned to entrust this temple to him to manage.

*I just really don't have the time.*

"Before, some gangsters heard that Sir Zhuang had left and came specifically to demand a protection fee, so I called the number you left behind, Ji, and it was settled by the next day."

Cheng scratched his head.

Ji Jingqiu nodded. This was Zhang Xingyi, second brother Zhang from the Order Office, giving him face. He would repay this favor.

"There's no trouble now, just..." Cheng squatted down too, with a little face showing distress, "Ji, can the Venerable God really hear our prayers?"

Ji Jingqiu asked curiously, "Why do you ask that?"

Cheng's voice fell, "Madam Lin next door helps here nearly every week, offering incense, but she fell ill last month—heard it was serious. I prayed to the Venerable God for her, but it seemed to have no effect. Can the Venerable God truly hear our prayers?"

Facing the boy's doubt, Ji Jingqiu fell silent for a moment.

This question...

*It had also troubled him at some point in the past.*

*If it were in a previous life, he would have had no doubts, yet in this world, the gods were indeed real, yet never had they responded to him.*

*As he pondered now, would he retrospectively mock this period of "ignorance" or just calmly glance over it?*

He thought for a moment and chose to be grateful, grateful that back then he was willing to believe in the gods' existence, thus enduring through the toughest days.

*Every life experience was valuable, no matter how embarrassing it might seem in hindsight.*

Ji Jingqiu seriously replied, "I was sick before too; I prayed to a god for a long time. Guess what? Hey, it didn't work! Cough cough, just kidding. I mean, even though the god didn't respond to me, this spiritual faith carried me through."

*When bedridden, it was hard to find an atheist.*

Even if the gods could not hear, for the patient themself, it was a kind of spiritual sustenance.

When reality offered no solutions, one could only place sincere hope in the void, praying to the god within oneself.

Before leaving, Ji Jingqiu told Cheng that when he next went to see Madam Lin, he could bring the flower they just received.

*A flower holding the Spiritual Charm of a powerful figure might just bloom with miraculous light.*

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The evening breeze blew softly; twilight was gradually fading.

Walking on the road he had walked countless times with his grandfather, Ji Jingqiu suddenly thought of a past event.

Or rather, a dialogue.

He halted in the evening breeze, turned his head, as if seeing his younger self holding his grandfather's big hand, unwillingly asking why it was him? Why was he born to endure such suffering? Was this also the choice of the gods?

His grandfather remained silent for a long time, then somewhat melancholically told him that maybe it was because he was more courageous than others, so destiny chose him.

*Damn destiny.*

Not far away, Hong Hu, the seemingly aloof spectator, was surprised to see the always polite Ji, suddenly, and rather rudely, spit.

*As if despising that damn destiny.*

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In the following days.

Besides discussing the law with Yang Yan, Hong Hu was mostly guarding around Ji Jingqiu, accompanying him as he traveled almost all over Taian City.

He did not stay directly by Ji Jingqiu's side but maintained a certain distance.

For instance, when Ji Jingqiu strolled through the snack street, he would sit in a rice noodle shop, order a bowl of spicy and sour noodles that Ji Jingqiu had ordered before, and with great interest eat while watching Ji Jingqiu walk through the snack street, greeting the vendors warmly.

*That aura of everyday life intrigued Hong Hu.*

*Having spent much time at the dojo of the Four Guardian Stars, long residing in the mountains, inevitably craving transcendence from the mundane.*

So for Hong Hu, the journey these days was not dull; rather, it was a very interesting "trip."

*He was getting to fully understand a, possibly the Federation's current most luminous martial arts prodigy's, past life experiences.*

In fact, for the dojo, and even the entire Federation, Ji Jingqiu could be said to be a—