Chapter Twelve: The Purple Energy Arrives from the East

  Pan Hao seemed to have followed the water dragon into the riverbed, but in reality he had returned to his own body.

  The red light that had been swirling around his divine soul had dissipated, and the divine soul itself had entered his physical body through the center of his eyebrows, disappearing into the Buddha's pagoda in an instant. As soon as the divine soul entered his body, the chaotic energy in the Purple Mansion was instantly suppressed, opening up a space of about three feet in diameter.

  At the same time, a pale red sacred breath flowed out of the divine soul and poured into Pan Hao's whole body meridians, washing away layer after layer of impurities. A thread of grayish white ** flowed out from the pores, although at the beginning of the prenatal period, it had already been washed by the prenatal true gas, but there were still some deeper impurities that could not be washed away.

  Now that the divine energy flow has circulated throughout his body and returned to his soul, Pan Hao's eyes slowly opened, with his pupils dyed a light red color. The Taoist pillars outside the tower were still clearly visible, but in the next moment, the light red color of his pupils gradually faded away, becoming as deep and dark as an abyss, and his eyes returned to normal.

  Shinto cultivation levels: Red Body, Golden Body, Blue Body, Purple Body.

  Pan Haixin felt inexplicable in his heart, his divine soul had already stepped out of the mortal's boundary, and from then on, he took the first step on the path to immortality.

  In his previous life, it is said that Laozi went west out of the Hangu Pass, with a vast purple aura extending three thousand miles. It is also said that emperors and sages are accompanied by a purple aura, and since the purple aura comes from the east, therefore ancient people regarded purple as noble.

  People in the world only regarded it as an ancient person's fantasy, but Pan Hao knew that the legend was not fake, and now his own divine soul was just a red body, still 108,000 miles away from the purple body, and the divine path had just begun.

  On the other side, in Tianhe Town, a mysterious spiritual rain brought new life to the wounded and sick, as if a pot had been opened. With the arrival of the spiritual rain, an even more astonishing piece of news spread like a plague in all directions.

  "I heard that during the Tianhe ceremony, a divine spirit appeared."

  "I heard that the divine spirit also brought a spiritual rain, and people who were terminally ill have all been cured!"

  "Gods and spirits, could it be someone playing tricks on us?"

  "How dare you speak like this! My distant relative is in Tianhe Town, and this news is true. Be careful of heavenly punishment!"

  Rumors spread, and for a time, the small town of Tianhe became a hot topic in Qingyu City. The Song Dynasty was divided into nine states, which were further divided into 81 counties, each county had 18 towns under its jurisdiction, and Tianhe Town was one of them, under the administration of Qingshui County.

  In the back hall of the county government office in Qu County, a middle-aged man wearing a green official uniform sat upright on a chair. His facial features were ordinary, but his eyes sparkled with a sharp light between narrowed eyelids, revealing an air of superiority. This person was Wang Wang, the county magistrate of Qu County.

  "Teacher, could it be that the spirits are really real?" Wang Wang looked calmly at the old man in green clothes opposite him, but his words still contained shock and incredulity.

  The old man in green robes opposite was the elder who presided over the ceremony, now sitting upright in his chair, his brow slightly furrowed as if deep in thought about something important.

  "Hmm." The old man raised his head and looked at his disciple, nodding heavily.

  The old man slowly got up and walked to a large water pool in the backyard, which was several meters long. Wang Wang saw his teacher go out and hurriedly followed him out. The goldfish in the pool were spitting bubbles, the lotus leaves were green, the moss was mottled, and the ancient stone bricks exuded a kind of leisurely and peaceful atmosphere.

  The old man stopped at the riverbank and closed his eyes slightly, making a grasping motion with his hand in mid-air. Wang looked on in confusion, what is Teacher doing?!

  Suddenly, a faint red glow emerged in the old man's hand, and a sacred breath appeared out of thin air. Wang Wang's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the unbelievable scene before him. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the water in the pool, and then a stream of water shot out, falling into the old man's hand. A glowing red arrow took shape in mid-air.

  Hiss...

  A red water arrow shoots out.

  Rumble...

  A huge boulder the size of a water buffalo exploded instantly tens of meters away from them, with surrounding trees toppling in all directions, shattered rocks shooting out, and dust flying everywhere, leaving a scene of utter devastation. Wang Wang stared in awe, when did his teacher become so formidable? If this blow were to land on a person, he feared that not even a skeleton would remain, reduced to powder. Thinking of this, Wang Wang's heart tightened.

  "This is the power that the River God has bestowed upon me." The old man was startled by the force of the water arrow he had just shot out from his own hand.

  "This...". Wang Wang was speechless. For the first time, he felt that he was so unfamiliar with this world, everything seemed to be happening in a dream.

  Pan Hao's eyes opened, a faint smile on his face. The old man had just borrowed a divine power from him, and the scene was already known to him. Everything was going according to his script now. News of the divine spirit descending upon Tianhe Town during the worship of Tianhe had already begun to spread, and when the temple was established, he would reappear, and the power of faith would definitely surge.

  A faint red light rose in his eyes, Pan Hao looked up at the top of his head, and more than 40,000 threads of faith came from the void, connecting with his divine soul. Among the many threads of faith, some input a relatively pure force of faith, while others were mixed with seven emotions and six desires, and the proportion of conversion to divine power was greatly different after being transformed by the gods.

  Levels of believers: casual believer, true believer, sincere believer, fanatical believer, saint.

  Superficial believer: It refers to the fact that one's faith in God is at a level of "it doesn't matter whether it exists or not". People who worship gods and Buddhas when they see them, with their faith mixed with worldly desires. For Pan Hao, the power generated by such faith is almost useless for transformation.

  True believer: Believes in a certain god, also mixed with seven emotions and six desires, but relatively speaking, there are many fewer, only when encountering danger will the strong power of faith burst out, which is considered to be a more steadfast class among believers.

  Devout believer: This kind of believer is very devout to the gods, decades of worship day after day, the power of faith generated has little desire, and for the gods, it is an important source of faith.

  Fanatics: Their faith in the divine has reached a frenzied level, they have dedicated themselves to their deity, body and soul. The power of their faith is pure and almost doesn't need conversion. However, the proportion of such fanatics appearing is one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand.

  Saints: One step further than the fanatics, this kind of believer is God's precious treasure. The power of faith produced is not only pure but also has energy that is tens or even hundreds of times more than that of true believers. They are also the spokesmen of God, representing the glory and light of God, walking between heaven and earth, sowing the seeds of faith. However, such believers are rarely seen, and it's hard to encounter them in several hundred or thousand years.

  Now, Pan Hao feels that among the believers of Faith Line, only three layers are true believers, and most of these true believers are from Tianhe Town. The remaining 70% are general believers, mostly in a state of half-belief and half-doubt. In order for his own divine position to break through again, he must have at least 100,000 true believers.

  Pān Hào thought for a moment, and the 100,000 true believers might not be a big problem in this relatively populous town, so the next step would be to establish a temple.