Chapter 351: Chapter 300: Master Du’s Kindness
"And so, our ancestors had their first meeting with the Saint who emerged from the desert."
The leader of the foreigners closed the book in his hands and sighed.
He had hidden this book with great effort. Since it was made very small and written in the script of their chosen people, the locals couldn’t read it, so it barely passed through scrutiny—but only just barely. The local laborers might not know what he was reading, but if those heretics who had already embraced the devil saw it, they would definitely come and tear his sacred texts to pieces.
Heretics are more hateful than foreigners; this was the second most important lesson he had learned in recent days.
As for the most important, it was naturally the sacred texts themselves. During these days, he had reviewed the small yet substantial sacred book once more, and it was precisely because of this that many previously forgotten or missing parts became clear to him.
"I can’t believe such things happened in the past..."
The leader of the foreigners nodded slightly. His faith in God grew even firmer.
After all, even across this vast expanse of time, he could feel the care and love of the deity from these texts, a profound affection like that of a wise elder and a stern father. Whenever they were about to stray onto the wrong path, just a glance at the words in this sacred book would once again strengthen their faith and restore their sense of self.
It was precisely because of this that his hatred for the devil grew even stronger.
The sacred texts also recorded matters concerning the devil, but that devil was the enemy of God. Clearly, God was so merciful, so compassionate, yet that damned devil repeatedly opposed God, even leading these lost sheep astray.
But that’s not the most dangerous thing about the devil.
The most dangerous thing about the devil is not its power, but that it can disguise itself as God.
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Under Du Chengfeng’s vehement opposition, Wu Zhao’s plan was ultimately shelved. He decided to use his own method.
"First, distribute food so that the locals recognize us."
This was Du Chengfeng’s strategy. As the saying goes, people don’t hit a smiling face. As an outsider, he had already offered some gifts, so naturally, the locals would accept them.
However, this approach, which emphasized obedience, seemed useless to Wu Zhao. Both Wus Zhao explicitly stated that Du Chengfeng’s attempt would have no effect—in Wu Zhao’s words, "They will approach you for the food and naturally leave you for the food," but even in the face of such sarcastic remarks, Du Chengfeng still planned to give it a try.
So the rewards they had received from fighting bandits earlier were taken out. Since there was no one else available, Du Chengfeng simply set out himself, going door to door.
However, this friendly action unsurprisingly met with failure.
Not everyone would accept food from others without reason, especially when opening the door to a giant nearly as tall as their house—the horrifying sight that could only appear in nightmares made them shut the doors right away. Even though it might not serve any purpose, they refused to open up.
"What did I say?"
After returning with not a single bag of food distributed, Du Chengfeng was met with the harsh ridicule of the Wus Zhao; even the yellow dog bared its teeth in mockery.
"Your method is useless; it still comes down to mine."
"No, it’s still effective."
Du Chengfeng shook his head, not giving up due to this minor setback.
"Today was just their first time seeing me, so they’re afraid of me, especially since you used me to scare people yesterday... But that’s no big deal. As long as I keep at it, they’re bound to accept me eventually."
With these words, Du Chengfeng lay down and went to sleep, maintaining a healthy routine.
The next day came, and once again, Du Chengfeng set out with the food. But this time, the locals still wouldn’t accept him—who could blame them? A strange giant nearly as tall as the roof standing at your door offering food—who would dare open the door?
That’s practically inviting a lion into your home, an act of sheer folly.
"Why don’t you just give up? I’m almost done here."
Da Lang Wu Zhao shook his head, signaling to Du Chengfeng that maybe he should take a break.
While Du Chengfeng was busy, Da Lang Wu Zhao wasn’t idle either. The methods by which the ancient Indians ruled over slaves were like second nature to him, and as a priest, he knew well how to manipulate these people’s thoughts—especially now that he faced a simplified model, where he only needed to get people to believe in some deity.
For Wu Zhao, it was hardly a challenge; in less than two days, some were already willing to die for his orders.
"Although I used his entire family as leverage, but that doesn’t matter."
Wu Zhao shrugged.
"As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn’t make any difference—we only want that imagined environment, don’t we? As long as that is created, who cares about the people here... So why are you so insistent on this fake kindness?"
"I don’t like the way you put that; isn’t it proper for everyone to be polite?"
Du Chengfeng shook his head repeatedly.
"I just don’t want to handle things so recklessly. Clearly, there are ways to coexist peacefully, so why resort to such violence?"
"You’re right, after all, they can’t kill you, right?"
Both Wus Zhao, hearing Du Chengfeng’s words, smacked their foreheads involuntarily.
They realized that Du Chengfeng could afford to fool around because he had decisive strength and could be sure he wouldn’t be beaten to death—hence the saying, "In poverty, one uses sly schemes; with riches, one grows a conscience."
Without power, one resorts to all kinds of conspiracy and trickery, using peculiar methods of assassination, but once power is obtained, there’s room to exhibit goodness, to freely express one’s benevolence, or rather, one’s thoughts.
Just like Du Chengfeng now; he only wanted to deliver food to express his goodness and never considered whether the other party actually needed it.
"I have a feeling you’re stirring up something even more dangerous than mine... Hope nothing goes wrong on your end."
Da Lang Wu Zhao, after considering it, started to offer a word of caution.
And Du Chengfeng merely agreed, not believing anything would go wrong.
However, often when one thinks nothing will go wrong, things tend to emerge unexpectedly.
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