I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan fed Mao Dan some of Grandma’s offerings, then added two blessings of Yang energy, forcibly suppressing that black energy.

Then he confirmed the location of God of Wealth’s Temple from Mao Dan and called Feng Wei, now heading directly there.

There’s barely any information on Mao Dan within the Scorching Sun Department, only simple records since Mao Dan was among the extras last time; nothing more exists.

However, Wen Yan checked Mao Dan’s daughter’s information, which contained records related to Mao Dan. Mao Dan’s daughter, now an 80-year-old lady, doesn’t even remember her father’s name.

She only remembers that when she was little, she was told her father was taken to join the army right after she was born and died at nineteen, counting virtual years, and died in opposition.

Her early life was deeply troubled by identity issues.

Now Mao Dan has made up his mind that he would rather die than inform, asking Wen Yan to fulfill her daughter’s last wish.

Wen Yan doesn’t know what happened eighty years ago, but since they trust him so much, he cannot betray this trust.

Alongside Feng Wei, he exited the Nether Path, arriving at the small town’s outskirts north of the County Town.

Coincidentally, that God of Wealth’s Temple is in the suburbs as well; it can be seen from the desolate tomb halfway up the hill.

At first glance, there’s nothing special, just a small temple without even a hall, not very formal, more like a folk temple.

Moreover, it’s dedicated to the widely spread God of Wealth deities, and the approval isn’t hard.

Wen Yan took out his phone, looked at the location of this God of Wealth’s Temple, and checked the approval documents.

According to Scorching Sun Department records, the specs of this small temple are equivalent to that of a village or regional local Earth temple, as long as the locals are willing and someone funds it.

Plus, with deities like God of Wealth and local Earth being prayed to, normally, approval hurdles are rare.

Wen Yan saw the small temple was built two and a half years ago, funded by an elderly man. Having ventured out back in the day, now elderly and on the brink of death, he wished to return to his roots.

Thus, he funded the small temple, and incidentally, he paved a section of the road for the village and added two small bridges.

The man passed away last year, buried in the mountains where the village is located after his death.

Such burial doesn’t exactly align with Guanzhong County regulations; burials were prohibited long ago here, but this matter is ignored by the officials, as long as local village teams approve it. Even if reported, when personnel from the crematorium arrive, they would turn away.

Staff won’t obstinately adhere to the rules and clash with the local teams; first, there’s no necessity, second, offending everyone means they can’t work in the future.

Wen Yan is well aware of such matters, having seen many back in the day.

Although clan concepts aren’t as strong here as in Nanwu County, within the village, externally they’re very united.

Years past, there was a disturbance when freshly buried people were dug up and cremated by late-night crematorium staff, inciting family members to red-eyed fury, resulting in four deaths, with two sentenced to execution.

Since then, nobody dares act excessively.

Wen Yan visited local village teams years back, roughly understanding internal operations here, knowing that in such grassroots places, strict adherence without flexibility renders things undoable.

Wen Yan finished reviewing the records, put away his phone.

”Tong Si, do you see anything?”

”No, doesn’t feel like anything, very ordinary.”

”There will be a change when offering incense,” Mao Dan added immediately.

”Alright.”

Wen Yan told Feng Wei and the others to wait in the distance as he walked toward the small temple.

Upon reaching the temple entrance, observing the incense burner inside, noting many incense sticks inserted, some evidently inserted today, yet without any fragrance of candles here.

Wen Yan lifted his head, looking at the plaque overhead, the writing fancy and artistic, seemingly beautiful, yet not resembling typical temple characters, being square and grand.

He entered, picked up incense from the offering table, lit one stick, and inserted it into the incense burner.

The aroma wafted upwards, the smoke clinging and uns dispersing, swirling on the roof. After some time, no peculiarities were found, and Wen Yan sensed nothing abnormal.

Wen Yan pondered, turned away from the small temple, and asked Mao Dan again. Mao Dan stated he merely offered incense and worshipped normally.

Upon hearing Wen Yan lighted incense with no effect, Mao Dan volunteered.

”Let me try.”

Unafraid of death, he feared nothing about incense offerings.

Wen Yan initially hesitated for Mao Dan’s involvement, yet with Mao Dan’s determined stance, Wen Yan could say nothing more.

Following him into the small temple.

This time, as Mao Dan offered incense, Wen Yan observed peculiarities.

The wafting smoke started emanating a trace of Yin Qi, the smoke began turning faintly black.

As the smoke rose, it twined around the deity’s face, gradually, like morphing into a new visage.

”Something’s coming!” Tong Si alerted.

Wen Yan lifted his head, noticing the black smoke emerging on the deity’s visage, before his eyes appeared a prompt.

”Ghost Wealth God.”

”Living people worship God of Wealth, while ghosts worship Ghost Wealth God, naturally, territories without occupants arise for other entities to claim.

The Ghost Wealth God blessed by yin attributes can provide wealth to yin entities.