Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 67 Dreaming Hunt, Divine Name: East Mountain Hunting Lord

Chapter 67: Chapter 67 Dreaming Hunt, Divine Name: East Mountain Hunting Lord

The statue was carved upside-down, with its hands supporting the ground, head beneath, and legs pointing to the sky.

Isn’t this exactly how I looked when I fell off the cliff?

Could it be that the carpenter didn’t recognize me and crafted the statue based on my falling pose?

Thinking of this, Song Lin was at a loss for words.

Statues like these aren’t ordinary; once carved, the figure cannot be altered anymore.

Moreover, if the ghosts and gods manifest in the future, this would be the form they appear in.

Now that his soul had gathered, it was time to think about how to enhance his power.

"Ghosts don’t have meridians; they can’t cultivate traditionally. I’ll have to adopt the training methods of the Ghost Temple Wild Gods," Song Lin thought.

In any case, this world lacks a Taoist School, so there’s no need to worry about attracting their suppression.

The mythos of this world holds that the supreme Heavenly God, Panhu God, divided heaven and earth, with his fur becoming forests, his eyes turning into the sun and the moon, his breath forming wind and clouds, and his blood and flesh becoming mountains and rivers.

And his essence blood became the countless deities among the common folk.

In this world, practically every activity, regardless of its nature, has the protection of ghosts and gods.

Hunting is safeguarded by the Mountain God, cooking by the God of Stove, fishing by the Fish God, and rivers by the River Lord.

These are categories, not the names of the gods. The deities in charge of these domains vary by region; from King Ann Liu, to the House Guardian Immortal, and to the East Mountain Old Man in the mountains, and so on.

"East Mountain Village is situated at the foot of East Mountain. With hunting as its livelihood, it can serve as my foundation..."

Song Lin thought.

The roles of deities adjust based on local conditions, depending on the place.

In a place sustained by hunting, roles like Fish God or Grain God won’t work.

"If it’s the Hunting God, no one’s competing for the position."

The most prominent deity here is the East Mountain Old Man. This guy should be the Mountain God, and likely one of the Evil Gods.

Every year, he sends ferocious tigers down the mountain, claiming many lives. The villagers both revere and fear him, expending enormous resources to honor him.

That being said, unceremoniously demanding worship for myself might provoke retaliation from the East Mountain Old Man.

But that’s not a problem. Once my cultivation reaches a certain level, I can project Rampant Soldiers and manifest Magical Treasure techniques.

With this thought, Song Lin’s heart began to form a plan.

Since that’s the case, let’s start with this village.

The first step is to find someone to communicate with in a dream, demonstrate my power, and have them build a temple for me.

Only with a temple, worshipped by people through incense, can Mana be generated.

These kinds of ghosts and gods cannot produce Mana on their own; its source is incense offerings.

Song Lin shifted his form, carrying a Yin Wind as he exited towards East Mountain.

His ghostly body was light and translucent, emanating a faint spectral aura.

Unlike a physical body, this spectral form lacked smell, touch, or taste, relying purely on spiritual perceptions, which gave Song Lin a sense of novelty.

Having spent years within instances, he’d tried all sorts of forms by now.

The mountain was shrouded in mist, and the moonlight was clear and pure.

Song Lin arrived at a mountain spring and suddenly noticed movement within a small hole in the mountain wall nearby. He peered inside and saw a white shadow flash by.

"Hmm? A White Fox!"

The White Fox is an exceedingly rare beast, and its fur alone could fetch a hundred taels of silver on the market.

With this in mind, Song Lin’s strategy formed.

Back in East Mountain Village, inside the village chief’s house.

A dark-skinned old man, with hands and feet covered in calluses, was sleeping next to his wife. Tools for hunting hung on the wall.

Not all village chiefs are wealthy. In a poor mountain village like this, even the chief must hunt to support his family.

In his dream, the village chief Yangg Dashan found himself standing before a grand temple, surrounded by a hazy white mist, as if he were in an Immortal Realm.

Yangg Dashan instinctively walked into the temple, only to see a statue of an upside-down god enshrined deep within. Standing in front of the statue was a young man in purple official robes.

The young man slowly turned around.

His face seemed familiar, though Yangg Dashan couldn’t immediately recall who it was.

"Uncle Yangg, long time no see."

"You... you’re Wulang?" Yangg Dashan suddenly remembered—it was none other than the child who had fallen off the cliff seven years ago. "You... do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"No, I’ve become an immortal."

Song Lin launched into an elaborate tale.

He claimed that after his death, he encountered a Goddess under Panhu God’s tutelage. The Goddess taught him the Nine Heavens Profound Skill, and he spent seven days in the heavens studying. Since one day in the heavens equals a year on earth, seven years had passed below.

The story was a bit awkward, but fabrications were necessary.

Every deity needs an impressive backstory.

After all, Song Lin had grown up in this mountain village. The older folks knew all his embarrassing childhood tales.

Without a grandiose background, expecting them to bow to him was clearly impossible.

"This..." The old village chief was still doubtful.

"There’s no time to waste. At the pine forests of East Mountain Horse Releasing Creek, there’s a cliff. At the foot of the cliff in a cave, you’ll find a White Fox. You’ll know tomorrow. But remember, after selling the fox’s pelt, use the proceeds to build me a temple, and I will ensure abundant hunts for you!"

Crash!

As the words fell, the temple and Song Lin vanished.

The next morning, the old village chief awoke, both startled and perplexed by the dream he’d had.

He recounted the event to his wife and son, who dismissed it as nonsense.

"Strange, how could I dream of Wulang for no reason?"

Yangg Dashan muttered to himself. Being a superstitious man, he ignored his son’s grumbles and dragged him up the mountain.

Unexpectedly, they found the White Fox, earning a windfall of a hundred taels of silver. The astonishing occurrence made his family wholeheartedly believe in Wulang.

After returning to the village and sharing the tale, the villagers were skeptical yet intrigued. Seeing the chief suddenly rich, their doubts began to waver.

When Sixth Sister heard this, she rushed home in tears.

"Big Brother Wulang, you’ve truly shown your divine presence."

Sixth Sister wept with joy.

Not only had her brother returned, but he’d also become an immortal. Who could understand the bitterness of the past seven years of lack of understanding?

Others had called Sixth Sister cursed. Were it not for the support of her husband Zhou Da, she might have lost her mind.

"Uh... really?" Zhou Da could hardly believe it.

"The chief said so. He also mentioned that a craftsman from the neighboring village would soon be invited to build a temple for Big Brother."

"That’s wonderful!" Zhou Da beamed, revealing his large teeth in a goofy grin. The chief, being the most respected man in the village, wouldn’t lie. freēwēbnovel.com

"Sixth Sister!!"

The chief arrived with others, handing over ten taels of silver as payment. He said, "Have Lin take a look at the statue design first, so it can be scaled up."

Song Lin’s urn would also be enshrined in the temple.

Five days later.

The temple was completed.

It wasn’t large, similar in size to a local Earth God’s shrine—three paces in length and width, with yellow tiles, white walls, and a half-human-height inverted statue of Wulang.

The workmanship of this woodcarving was noticeably better than the small model Sixth Sister had made. The statue’s face was painted with blue and red oil, its expression fierce and imposing.

The chief lit incense and candles, presenting offerings like a pig’s head, a rooster, and beef, while reciting a summoning spell:

"We invoke Song Wulang, born in the year of Jiazi, horn in hand, blowing it bright—the sky shining gold, the earth shining gold... Your name marks every altar, bringing blessings to every household. This disciple humbly invites you to appear!"

Lacking much literacy, the summoning spell was quite plain.

The chief stomped his right foot, struck a nearby gong, and blew a horn, successfully summoning the god.

Deity name: East Mountain Hunting Lord.

Or simply Wulang God to the locals.

At the same time, Song Lin, floating atop the statue, sensed an entry being added to the Monster Chronicles.

Name: Song Lin, East Mountain Hunting Lord.

Category: Ghost and God

Realm: Team Position of the Underworld

Taoist Realm: Seven Years

Divine Skills: Dreaming, Bamboo Divination.