Is this what a zombie is?

147. I've become a Taoist priest.

Seeing his appearance, Zhao Hongyuan felt a surge of secret joy, but he still had to force a look of utter grief on his face; he absolutely couldn't laugh at this moment.

Everyone knew that the Venerable One was in poor health.

Previously, they were worried that the Venerable One would suddenly die, but in the last two years they have been hoping that he would die soon. However, he is particularly resilient and has managed to stay alive, which has made things very difficult for them.

If it weren't for their fear of the Venerable One's unfathomable strength and incomprehensible methods, they would have already overthrown him.

But at this moment, we still have to say nice things.

"Your Excellency, you must not say that. You will surely live to be a hundred years old. What else do you need? I will go and get it for you right away."

He took two steps forward and made a move to kneel down.

"Alright."

The Venerable One waved his hand, stopping him.

"I know my own body best. I've been able to pull through all these years thanks to you all. But in the end, even the most powerful forces can't defy fate. If God wants my life, no one can stop him."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are inevitable and there's nothing to say about them."

He looked at Zhao Hongyuan, a hint of...relief appearing in his cloudy eyes.

"Hongyuan, over the years, the people who have been by my side have changed one after another, but you are the most reliable and the one I can trust the most."

Zhao Hongyuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's all thanks to your good upbringing, Venerable One. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. I will always remember this and never forget it for a moment."

"You will preside over the ceremony to worship the Five Gods tomorrow," the Venerable One said slowly. "After the ceremony, I will pass on the statue of the Five Gods to you."

"From now on, this urban village will be in your hands."

These words sent a jolt through Zhao Hongyuan, his mind going completely blank.

He was completely stunned; the happiness came so suddenly that he was at a loss for what to do.

Wutongshen!

That is a true god who can bring immense wealth and prosperity.

Once he obtains the idol, he can replace the revered one and become the new master of this urban village.

He originally wanted to run away, but now he'd rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big pond.

He's rich, powerful, and influential, and he also has a good reputation. If things go wrong, all he needs to do is pull some strings, and then find someone to take the fall.

Once the storm passes, he will still be the local tyrant of this urban village.

Upon realizing this, Zhao Hongyuan was so excited that he trembled all over. He could no longer control his emotions and knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowing loudly to the Venerable One.

"Your Excellency, your great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten. I...I...I don't even know what to say."

"Go ahead and prepare well. Don't let anything go wrong tomorrow," the Venerable One interrupted him impatiently.

"Yes, yes!!!"

Zhao Hongyuan thanked him profusely and left.

Watching his departing figure, the weakness and vicissitudes on the Venerable's face vanished, replaced by a cold sneer.

Just as he picked up his wine glass, a section of wall in the corner of the room suddenly slid open silently, revealing a dark passageway.

Feng Yingjun emerged from the secret passage.

"Venerable One."

"You heard everything?"

The Venerable One didn't turn his head, and his tone became cold and stern.

"I heard you." Feng Yingjun walked to the table, looked at the Venerable One, and said, "Are you really going to pass the Five Powers Divine Skill to that fool?"

"Fool?" The Venerable One sneered. "Feng Yingjun, do you think Zhao Hongyuan is a fool? He's not foolish, he's just too cunning. Keeping someone like that around will only bring trouble sooner or later."

He turned his head and stared intently at Feng Yingjun.

"In my eyes, you are the one who is most loyal to me."

Feng Yingjun's body trembled slightly, but he remained silent.

"What I taught him was the Five Ghosts Moving Technique. He has been practicing it for many years, but he is still the same and has not made any progress."

The Venerable One's voice was not loud, but it carried a magical power that could easily stir up the desires in people's hearts.

"But you are different. You are an Awakened One, and one with extremely high talent. You even possess the spirit runes that I have always dreamed of. Your potential is far greater than his."

"As long as you can continuously grow and expand your wolf pack, you, as a wolf, can be invincible and fearless."

"Just think about it. When you possess the statue of the Five Gods, combined with your awakened abilities; when you own a multi-billion dollar corporation, with millions, even tens of millions of employees willing to risk their lives for you and fight for you, who would you be afraid of?"

"Let alone hundreds of billions, even a trillion-dollar business empire, becoming the world's richest person, is within easy reach, isn't it?"

Feng Yingjun's breathing became heavy, his ambition churning in his chest like molten lava, and his eyes bloodshot with excitement.

The Venerable One understands him best. He awakened because of his ambition. It was only because of him and because of the environment of the urban village that Feng Yingjun was not consumed by his ambition. On the contrary, with his assistance, he grew up in just half a year and even possessed his own spirit pattern.

Even so, Feng Yingjun still couldn't control his ambition, which had long since swelled to a point where he couldn't manage it.

He just needed to paint a rosy picture for him, and Feng Yingjun fell right into it, unable to extricate himself.

A trillion-dollar empire!

The world's richest man!

He wants it, he can do it, he has the ability.

Feng Yingjun looked at the spirit pattern on his chest and sneered, "That piece of trash Zhao Hongyuan doesn't deserve to possess the Five Paths God."

"But he is, after all, your senior, who has been by my side for many years. I don't have much time left, and if I don't pass on the skills to him, my subordinates won't be satisfied." The Venerable One patiently persuaded, "Opportunities must be seized by oneself."

A fierce glint flashed in Feng Yingjun's eyes.

"I know what to do," Feng Yingjun said in a deep voice.

"very good."

The Venerable One nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject.

"However, there is one last thing you need to do for me before tomorrow."

"Your Excellency, please give your instructions!"

"The city's cultural relics museum has a bronze animal-head cauldron," the Venerable One said slowly. "Go and bring it back to me. No matter what method you use, you must deliver it tonight."

"yes!"

Feng Yingjun agreed without hesitation.

He turned around and confidently walked into the secret passage.

Once again, only the Venerable One remained in the room.

He slowly stood up and walked to the huge wine jars in the corner.

Inside the jar, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys, soaking in the turbid liquid, floated slightly, looking both bizarre and disgusting.

It contains all five elements: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.

He looked at the wine jars, a mocking sneer on his face, and muttered to himself.

"They're just two dogs, and they really think they can be the masters?"

"After waiting for so many years, it's finally...it's going to happen, I, the Daoist, am finally going to succeed."