#thunder god kui

[dorothygale123]

Welcome back to the conspiracy board, where we nitpick things way too much!

Now, in the past couple posts I talked about how Chiyou and Yandi, the Red Emperor, both rebelled against Huangdi, the Yellow Emperor. This time we will be coming up with reasons they may have rebelled in the first place. Please note, this is all just speculation for funsies and has no historical basis.

Yandi is pretty easy. Considering that his son/grandson/whatever Chiyou is of similar age to Huangdi, maybe he just didn't want to bend the knee to his baby brother. And when you consider they were only half brothers, that could turn up the heat on the drama too. No matter how you spin it, at least one of them is the result of either an affair or a previous relationship, which leaves lots of room for hurt feelings. However, since Yandi is very notably NOT executed after his rebellion, we can assume they worked it out somehow.

Chiyou, on the other hand....

See, the idea for this theory/ramble/psychotic rant came to me while I was reading one of my books and came across a god named Kui. He's a thunder deity with one leg that is depicted in many forms, such as a dragon or a monkey, but in my book was said to be an ox. His only notable myth is being killed by Huangdi and having his pelt turned into a drum and his only leg becoming the drumstick.

As you may recall, Yandi and Chiyou are both ox-y boys with bull heads, so I got to thinking... what if Kui was somehow related to Yandi and Chiyou? What if Huangdi killing Kui was what soured his and Chiyou's friendship? Even if Huangdi had a good reason (and it should be noted that in the myth, he doesn't- he's just jealous of how loud Kui's thunder is) killing a relative could turn a friendship on it's head pretty quickly. It could also give more context as to why Chiyou went to Yandi first in his conquest- he might have expected that his grandfather, who had also rebelled once before, would be as outraged as he was but ended up being disappointed in Yandi's lack of concern. As such, his relative was the first to be attacked.

It also could explain why Chiyou was executed while Yandi wasn't- Yandi and Huangdi just had some petty family drama to sort through and were eventually able to talk it out, but the rift between Huangdi and Chiyou started with a death and eventually ended with one. Killing someone's relative and turning their corpse into a drum is a bit more weighty than petty sibling drama, after all.

Anyway, that's my conspiracy theory, feel free to use it as a creative writing prompt.

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[ryin-silverfish]

What are the weaknesses of a fox spirit and what abilities do they have according to myths and stories?

Off the top of my head:

-Dogs. Specifically, hunting hounds. "Fox spirits fear hounds" is kinda common knowledge for the Zhiguai genre, but there are exceptions: both Soushen Ji and You Yang Za Zu had mentioned that 1000 years old foxes/heavenly foxes did not fear hounds, and in the Qing dynasty, that expanded to include "fox immortals", basically cultivator foxes.

-Daoist talismans + peachwood + mirrors + enchanted swords. This isn't fox-specific, work on other yaoguais a/o ghosts too.

-Five Thunder Arts isn't fox-specific either, but got used against foxes a lot in Qing legends. Jiang Ziya used it against Daji and her demonic sisters in FSYY Chapter 96, causing them to abort the raid on the Zhou camp out of fear.

-Any gods that are more powerful than them: Chenghuang, Lady of Mt. Tai a.k.a. Bixia Yuanjun, Guan Yu, Zhong Kui, Thunder Bureau deities...

-A weird one from Guangyi Ji and other Tang compendiums: burning magpie nests + hanging up magpie heads.

-A real funny one, brought up in Yuewei Caotang Biji: daredevils and people who are plain angry assholes. It doesn't always work and has a not-too-small chance of backfiring, but regular fox spirits could often be scared off by a mortal who's not afraid to give them a piece of their mind.

As for abilities:

-A lot of it is just generic yaoguai/ghost stuff. Shapeshifting, illusions, turning invisible, transforming flowers and leaves and stuff into clothings and money, etc.

-However, foxes do specialize in charm arts——making people fall in love with them, driving them to madness, and for more powerful ones, charming their very executioners to the point they couldn't lift the axe.

-An interesting variant is the concept of "charm pearls"(媚珠) that first appeared in Tang legends: kinda like a fox's inner core, except it's infused with charm magic, and whoever gets their hands on it will be loved by everyone around them.

-If the fox in question is a cultivator, then it gets access to the same Daoist arts as human ones: magical healing, divination, protection against physical attacks, etc.

[xiyouyanyi]

JotG S2: The Ramifications

-SWK didn't leave MK to go on a vacation. Well, he tried to say so, but MK interrupted him and asked him if he could go to the Celestial Realm instead, to check on the two immortals who helped them out. And he was like "Yep, that just happened to be my first stop!"

"I don't want them to be in trouble. They…okay, one of them isn't the nicest person, but she still helped me out. Hopefully they won't. But if they do get into trouble, would you like, help them back? For me?" "Sure bud, don't worry. I'll keep an eye out."

-In truth, he got a summon from Thunder Bureau, and proceeded to spend most of S2 lying skillfully in court, trying to conceal his disciple's existence from prying eyes and get a lighter sentence for their helpers, while also bringing attention to the more urgent issue that was LBD.

-He paid a visit to Kui Mulang, now imprisoned inside a much more secure cell, with Thunder Nails stabbed through his shoulder blades. A harsh exchange ensued: SWK pried for intel about Ivory Lady the Ghostly Immortal, Kui Mulang responded with a series of mockeries and scathing remarks, before tossing out this bombshell. 

"I'll tell you everything I know, if you tell me what happened to my children." The Wood Wolf Star said, eyes hidden under the shadow casted by his messy, blood-soaked mane. "The Great Sage is capable of some exquisite destruction, but I do not believe, for a second, that he is a child killer." "...Even if they are alive, do you seriously think you can still get back into their lives? That they'll ever want you in their lives, after what you'd done to their mother?"  "Ah, so they are alive." "..." "I'm not asking where they are. Only what happened to them." Kui Mulang continued. "In exchange, you get to know all about that ghastly acquaintance of mine. Deal?"

-The Dumpling Destruction episode got slightly adjusted to suit the new "court case" scenario: it wasn't the Four Devarajas’ fault, but one of the Four Thunder Generals——Deng, Xin, Zhang, Tao.

-See, having a bunch of thunder and lightning-wielding guys be both judges, lawyers, SWAT teams, and executioners tend to make your average court case…quite heated.

-And during one of those heated arguments that lasted from the Thunder Bureau official halls all the way to the dining room next door, someone imbued their breakfast with Thunderfire and threw it at the other guy, who dodged just in time; the flaming dumpling flew out of the window and fell through the clouds, straight toward the Lower Realm.

-Like, it was still regular dumpling-sized, but that wasn't gonna matter because Thunderfire was more high-grade explosives than flames, and the impact was still enough to flatten half of the city. 

-In fact, searching for this tiny, free-falling object just made the mission even harder, and the first thing people noticed on the ground wasn't the dumpling, but the roaring thunder that accompanied dozens of winged generals as they combed through the sky, desperately looking for the offending object on Lord Wen's orders.

-SWK told MK what all the fuss was about via astral projection, then went back to breaking up the fight in the dining hall, because yes, after casually tossing a mini-nuke out of the window, these four were still engaging in their violent legal debate. 

-Lord Wen wondered, for the billionth time in his life, if one of the Taisui gods or someone in the Dipper Mansion really had it out for him, then sighed and ordered Hanzhi's temporary release, just so the Wind Bureau could assist in the search too.

-Mei, being part of the West Sea dragon clan, was obliged to help out any Celestial Bureaus involved in weather creation by virtue of an ancient accord. She wasn't too happy about it, as MK and Tang set off to find something in FFM's vault that could create a protective barrier over the city, in case the others all failed their spot checks.

-I'm making some tweaks to the treasures we are collecting, mostly by replacing them with ones from FSYY. Instead of the Demon-revealing Mirror, we have the Yin-Yang Mirror(阴阳镜) of Chijing Zi, and instead of the Crimson Jimweed, we are looking for the Chaihu Grass of Shennong.

-Since the full Yin-Yang Mirror is too OP, in this AU, it was split into its white and red halves: the white half can insta-kill anything with a soul, the red half can revive whatever the white half killed, and FFM's vault only got the red one, which was useless on its own.

-Also, instead of Guanyin's vase, the treasure they were looking for was a crystalline vase containing the Divine Water of Triple Light(三光神水)——a substance that could transform ordinary water into a self-regenerating magical barrier, also from FSYY.

-But Tang, who thought "that other God-Demon novel" was boring and not as well-written as JTTW (true), didn't know that. He still found it despite looking for the wrong vase the entire time, while pursued by Spider Queen's minions; a truly incredible feat. 

-The Thunderfire-imbued dumpling was found by Mei and neutralized safely in midair via Hanzhi's tornado, seconds after the Divine Water barrier went up.

-All four Thunder Generals received fifty lashes, on top of the beatdown they received from SWK. Hanzhi, being the natural gossiper she was, revealed her "on parole until mission's over" situation, as well as SWK's involvement in the court case to Mei.

-Of course, Mei told MK, which…only added to his guilt and anxiety. Come Minor Scale, this also changed LBD's approach: instead of telling him that SWK left because he picked the wrong successor, she focused on how his mentor had to clean up his mess, that maybe SWK didn't tell him all the truth for a good reason——he just couldn't be trusted with it.

-One question remained: why was LBD trying to rebuild the Bone Mech, when it could no longer be a vessel for one of the Ten Kings post-deification, and even if it could, the dead Shang kings would not have answered the calls of anyone who wasn't a direct descendant of theirs?

-Because it is less about the soul they are pulling out of the Underworld, and more about creating a passage between the world of the living and the dead, which is why she needed the staff.

-As Yu the Great's extendable ruler, not only can it change its size and length at will, it can also command the Water element as a whole——including the water of the Underworld rivers, the Nine Springs.

-So LBD is using the Bone Mech to create a canal between the two realms, then using the staff to draw the Nine Springs through. Which, like everything Underworld, is the purest Yin-aligned substance you can find, and reacts with Yang-aligned energy in unusual ways: in this case, it creates a living, growing ice that encases Yang-aligned entities upon contact.

-This is how the Ice Hells are constructed: every wall, every floor, is made of condemned souls of the deceased. But unlike in the Underworld, where the flow of Yang energy is predictable, controllable, and quite weak in strength, when the same water enters the mortal realm where Yang energy is so abundant, it just grows and grows and insta-freezes everything it touches.

-With the reverse-flooding also came tons of ghosts, finally escaping their confinement in the Eighteen Hells, but honestly, that was the least of everyone's worries. 

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Shizun - 006 - Requesting an exorcism from god

Lu Yunzhen mad dashed towards the shop, terrified that if he was half a step late he’d see a police car. Mo Changkong followed in confusion.

Luckily, Chen jie and her partner were both rather timid... They thought Mo Changkong was some kind of gourmet thug. Since they didn’t lose much, they thought they’d write it off as bad luck and was too scared to call the police.

When the two got to the shop, the couple was still joking about the situation. Saying that it wasn’t easy to see a thug after all these years of justice system reforms. That the rock was quite pretty and they should commemorate the morning by making it into a pendant.

Lu Yunzhen immediately bowed his head and apologized.

Mo Changkong saw what Shizun was doing and immediately knew that he messed up again. He knew that ever since he was little, he was a bad disciple who was violent and caused trouble. But this time... he really didn’t know what he did wrong.

He’s not going to think about thinks that he can’t understand.

He reflected on everything in purgatory already. If he was born evil and could not differentiate between good and evil, if he constantly made mistakes, then he must not be selfish and listen to Shizun properly.

Shizun is always right!

If Shizun is wrong then that means the others are wrong!

Mo Changkong apologized obediently.

Chen-jie heard the explanation, realized it was a misunderstanding, and wasn’t mad. She collected the price of the breakfast and joked, “look at this young man, he’s so energetic, so tall and handsome, and with that tattoo you scare me... don’t tell me you’re in a band?”

“Yes!”, Lu Yunzhen got a flash of inspiration, grabbed Mo Changkong, and patted his shoulder. “My buddy here is a rocker, a drummer... but the band couldn’t make it big and disbanded, and he has no relatives so he came to me.”

Mo Changkong said obediently, “En, I drummed.”

Back in the day he had made a divine drum with Kui leather, and played for fun with a drumstick made of the thunder beasts’s bone. The sound travelled for five hundred li, caused massive waves in the oceans, and scared dragons. It was a lot of fun.

That drum seems to be still in his seed space?

If Shizun wants to listen to him drum, of course he would. But all the water-beings around might cause a fuss. Though he’s not afraid of a fuss either, they’ll settle down if he beat them all up...

Lu Yunzhen saw that the matter was settled and let out a breath. Seeing that Mo Changkong wasn’t asking for the rock back, he decided not to bring it up again and leave it with Chen-jie as an apology for scaring her.

He turned around, and noticed a black BMW parked near the street corner. A middle aged man in a fine suit got out of the car and carefully opened the door. Two men who seem to be daoshi got out and walked together into the run down building nearby.

The rundown building was built only five years ago. It was originally going to be some kind of commerce center and bolster the local economy. Lu Yunzhen was actually looking forwarding to it for quite a while, thinking that there would be more part time jobs available.

But then, whether it be the developer had lacked capital or run into trouble, the building had been abandoned for several years. Is the work restarting?

Lu Yunzhen asked Chen-jie about it out of curiosity. She chuckled and explained, “Longhui Developers took it over. I heard that it wasn’t going well and a few workers had gotten injured. The boss thought it might be haunted and invited some masters here for an exorcism.”

Lu Yunzhen was about to scoff at the notion of ghosts, but luckily remembered the previous night and the supernatural being standing beside them. He quickly swallowed the words back down.

He can’t be an atheist anymore...

Lu Yunzhen was dejected for a moment, but then cheered up immediately. He’s never seen real daoshi at work, how interesting! He followed the aunties to watch, not wanting to lose a good spot if he was slow.

After running for two steps, he remembered Mo Changkong and asked hurridly, “Are you afraid of daoshi?”

Mo Changkong shook his head, “Daoshi are afraid of me.”

Lu Yunzhen had realized quite quickly that Mo Chankong wasn’t afraid of sunlight, ate normally, and casts a shadow... He was probably not some kind of a demon but something nice like a nature spirit.

Thus he happily skipped over to watch the exorcism.

There was no fence around the building. Longhui Developers had hired a few guards, but he couldn’t stop gawkerrs on the street. Everyone stood on the other side of the warning tape and gossiped while snacking on sunflower seeds.

“I heard the fengshui is bad in this building, it’s a fortune loser.”

“No no, I heard the developer ran off.”

“Didn’t they say the owner was sent to jail for embezzlement and accepting bribes?”

“You’re all wrong. I have a relative who’s security at a real estate place. He said the original owner had a thing going on with his relative and wanted a divorce. The wife made a huge fuss, reported him, and sent him to jail herself.”

“I see, I wonder if the secretary was pretty...”

“These homewreckers are all vixens. Didn’t Aunt Xie’s son also get a divorce?”

“No, he was a gambler...”

After a few back and forths the topic had been completely derailed.

Lu Yunzhen took the chance to introduce everyone to the unemployed drummer Mo Changkong, so he couldn’t be taken as a thug and get the police called on him.

The neighbourhood had watch Lu Yunzhen grow up and knew he was a good, likeable guy. The explanation was accepted very easily.

...

The owner of Longhui Developers is Mr. Wang. He bought the land at a discount and then realized there were issues. Construction workers would hear strange noises at night, carefully stacked bricks would fall over. Luckily he hadn’t skimped on the safety helmets, otherwise the workers would have been sent to the crematorium instead of the hospital.

Mr Wang didn’t dare take on a lawsuit for wrongful death, but he didn’t want to give up on the land either.

He reached out through connections to the Association of Mystical Arts and spent a fortune bringing in two masters. Supposedly they’re direct disciples at the Baimao sect, and are very strong cultivators who specialized in summoning divinity for exorcisms.

The two are sect brothers. The elder was around fourth, with a dashing aura and a slight beard on his dark face. He brought in a new shidi who held a bagua compass and circled the building.

Lu Yunzhen suddenly felt like there was something wrong with his eyes. He seems to to have seen some black mist rising from the old ficus by the door of the building?

He rubbed his eyes hard.

Mo Chagkong had only focused on his Shizun. Seeing that he was a little uncomfortable, he asked with concern, “Shizun, what happened?”

Lu Yunzhen whispered back, “I saw some strange black mist...”

Mo Changkong followed his line of slight, took a glance, and replied with a total lack of interest. “It’s nothing, just a weak little evil spirit.”

“Oh, an evil spirit.” Lu Yunzhen relaxed, then a moment later he realized what just happened. He tugged at Mo Changkong’s hem and was so panicked his voice had changed, “why am I seeing these things?”

Mo Changkong couldn’t understand. “You’ve always been able to see them.”

Shizun’s body was filled with the spiritual energy of the earth and skies, not to mention he was an innate sword cultivator. Hie eyes could catch the fastest of speeds. Even now that he’s a mortal and there’s been a 70 or 80 percent discount on his sight it’s still natural for him to see the supernatural.

He organized his words, prepared and script, and explained.

“This isn’t natural is it?” Lu Yunzhen was feeling hopeless. He explained desperately, “that tree has been there for years, I even climbed it when I was a kid, and I’ve never seen these....”

Mo Changkong thought for a moment. “Shizun’s destiny has been changed by force. The shackles that shielded your spiritual power has also been loosened.”

Immortals who fall into the mortal realm will all have their powers restrained as to shield divine secrets along with stopping cheating and hiding from punishment.

Lu Yunzhen was punished harshly and been tortured at every lifetime, he shouldn’t have been able to live past twenty.

Now that he’s not dead, his destiny has been changed and his powers weren’t restrained anymore.

Lu Yunzhen understood, “I have yinyang eyes now?”

Mo Changkong nodded, “En.”

Lu Yunzhen was still hung up on it, “I’m going to see ghosts?”

Mo Changkong nodded, “En.”

The image of scary ghosts from movies floated in to Lu Yunzhen’s head. He was a little scared and a little sad... but Mo Changkong’s calm attitude comforted him a lot.

His life was snatched from death anyway, it’s no big deal to see the dead... He’ll just pretend he can’t see any, and anyway maybe he can see some gentle and cute ghost ladies?

Lu Yunzhen thought of the movie A Chinese Ghost Story and chuckled wryly. He was used to all kinds of misfortune. If he couldn’t self soothe and self comfort he wouldn’t have been able to last for this long.

He decided to not think about it and keep watching the excitement.

The two daoshi circled the ficus a few times, confirmed the direction on the bagua compass, frowned with a serious expression, and took out a money sword.

The old copper pieces carried a faint spiritual power and was definitely not an ordinary sword. Seems like they’re really pulling out the stops.

Mr Wang was a little panicked, “Master? Is this going to be difficult?”

The older daoshi nodded, “It’s rather difficult.”

He pointed at his shidi, placed 5 soul gathering flags around the ficus, then pulled up an incense table, put down a divine tablet, and offered up incense, flowers, light, water, and fruits.

After a fervent prayer to their patriarch, they asked the magic sigil, then stood up and yelled, “Dig!”

A few construction workers followed the instructions and started with shovels, About two meters in they finally dug up a tattered old idol.

The crowd cheered.

The daoshi felt helpless against the crown. He wrapped the statue in yellow cloth imbued with spells, then invited his shidi to start reciting the scripture to summon divinity.

Lu Yunzhen’s eyesight was simply fantastic. He could see that a black mist was wriggling around the idol and trying to escape from the cloth.

Every line of scripture added an additional bit of power from the patriarch. With the evil spirit inside the idol the power was rather balanced on both sides. It was going to be a battle of attrition.

The time was creeping closer to noon and the sun was getting hotter.

The crowd of aunties and uncles saw that the daoshi was just reciting sutras for ages and felt bored at the lack of action. With the hot weather it was getting uncomfortable to keep standing, so they scattered to go have lunch.

Lu Yunzhen could see more than the others and listened to Mo Changkong’s explanation. He knew the daoshi wanted to use the yang energy at noontime to seal the spirit, but it really was very boring and he wanted to go.

He looked up at the tablet on the incense table and muttered, “Supreme Taiqing Zhenyuan Zhengjun? Who’s that? They seem powerful...”

Mo Changkong thought for a long time and whispered, “Xuanyuan daoren was a good friend of yours back in the day, he was shameless and often came to Wujian peak to steal alcohol...”

Lu Yunzhen chuckled and felt like the joke sounded too serious.

How could he be friends with a lofty immortal?

AS noon approached, the evil creature in the idol realized the daoshi’s intentions and resisted frantically, finally breaking through the seal.

The elder daoshi grabbed a bottle of old Maotai that was prepared earlier and poured it directly into the earth. His spiritual power immediately increased by another notch with the offering.

The aroma of the drink wafted out for ten meters.

Lu Yunzhen smelt his heart breaking. That was a bottle of wine that he would never afford in this lifetime... To think that this offering only gained so little spiritual power, he couldn’t help but retort, “The Xuanyuan immortal really is a stingy...”

Mo Changkong agreed, “You always called him a miser.”

As soon as those words were uttered...

Thunder crackled across the clear sky, and the spiritual power on the daoshi surged and rushed towards the idol like a tidal wave.

[mossytreeelf-blog]

Chinese Deities

Part 7 // I could find very little on the Chinese Deities specifically. If you know any good places to find info please let me know.

Ba-Ja - Scarecrow deity of Defence

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Cai-Shen - God of Wealth

Can-Nu - Goddess of Silkworms

Chang-E - Goddess of the Moon

Cheng-Huang - City God of Protection 

Chuang-Kong - Goddess of the Bedroom 

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Di-Jun - Supreme God

Di-Kang-Wang - God of Ghosts and the Underworld

Du-Shi-Wang - God of the Underworld

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Erh-Lang - God of Protection from Evil

Er-Lang-Shen - God of Truth

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Fan-Kui - God of Butchers

Fei-Lian - God of the Wind

Fo-Hi - Supreme Ruler God

Fu-Xi - God of Invention and Creativity

Fu-Xing - God of Agriculture 

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Gao-Yao - God of Justice

Gong-Detian - Goddess of Good Fortune 

Guan-Yin - Goddess of Mercy

Guan-Yu - God of Wealth

Gun - God of the Earth

Guo-Ziyi - God of Wealth and Happiness

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He-Bo - God of the Yellow River

He-Xiangu - Goddess of Women and Femininity 

Hou-Ji - God of Abundant Harvest

Hsi-Wang-Mu - Great Shamanic Goddess

Huang-Di - Yellow God

Hu-Jingde - God of Doors and Security

Hun-Dun - God of Creation and Chaos

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Jun-Di - Goddess of Light

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Kuan-Ti - God of War and Divination

Kui-Xing - God of Literature

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Lao-Jun - Supreme God

Lei-Gong - God of Thunder

Lei-Zu - Goddess of Silk

Ling-Bao-Tian-Song - Supreme God

Li-Jing - God of the Heavens and it’s Gates

Li-Tieguai - God of Sickness and Disease

Lu-Ban - God of Builders

Lu-Dongbin - God of Poetry and Education

Lui-Hai - God of Wealth

Lu-Xing - God of Wealth and Status

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Meng-Po - Goddess of the Underworld and Reincarnation

Men-Shen - God Duo of Doors and Security

Mi-Lo-Fo - God of the Household and Prosperity

Monkey - God of Mischief

Mu-Gong - God of Immortality

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Nezha - God of Protection

Nu-Gua - Creator Goddess of Mankind

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Pan-Gu - Creator God

Ping-Deng-Wang - God of the Iron Web

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Roustem - God of Silk

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Sao-Ts'ing-Niang - Goddess of Clouds

San-Guan - Triple Gods of Heaven

San-Qing - Triple Supreme Gods

San-Xing - Triple Gods of Good Fortune

Shen-Nung - God of Medicine

Shou-Xing - God of Longevity

Sien-Tsang - Goddess of Silk

Song-Di-Wang - God of the Upside-Down Prison

Song-Jiang - God of Thieves

Sui-Ren - God of Cooking

Sun-Bin - Door God

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Tai-Shan-Wang - God of the Dead

Tai-Sui-Xing - God of Time

Tai-Yi - God of the Skies

Tian-Mu - Goddess of Lightening

Tu-Di-Gong - God of Fortunes and Virtues

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Qi-Gu - Goddess of the Toilet

Qin-Guang-Wang - God of the First Court of Feng-Du

Qin-Shubao - God of Doors

Qi-Yu - God of Rain

Qu-Jiang-Wang - Ruler of Hell 

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Wei-Cheng - God of Security

Wen-Chang - God of Literature

Wu-Guan-Wang - Ruler of Lakes

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Yen-Lo-Wang - God of the Dead 

Yi-Di - God of Wine

Yu-Qiang - God of the Seas and Ocean Winds

Yun-Dun - Weather God

Yu-Zu - God of the Rains

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Xiao-Wu - God of Prisons

Xi-He - Goddess of Light

Xi-She - Goddess of Beauty

Xi-Wangmu - Great Shamanic Goddess

Xuan-Wenhua - God of Hair and Beauty

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Yi - God of Archery

Yuan-Shi-Tian-Zong - God of the Universe 

Yu-Huang - Ruler of Heaven and Earth 

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Zao-Jun - God of the Hearth

Zhang-Fei - God of Doors

Zhang-Xian - God of Unborn Infants and Male Children

Zhi-Nu - Goddess of Weaving

Zhi-Songzi - God of Rain

Zhou-Wang - God of Sodomy and Discord

Zhuang-Lun-Wang - God of the Underworld

Zhu-Rong - God of Fire

Zhu-Yi - God of Literature

Zi-Gu - Goddess of Toilets

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Sources:

https://www.smitefire.com/smite/forum/god-item-ideas/list-of-egypt-greek-chinese-hindu-norse-mayan-amp-roman-deities-3332

http://www.godchecker.com/pantheon/chinese-mythology.php?list-gods-names

http://godfinder.org

http://Wikipedia.com

[viktorvyle-blog]

Ruza Hellsever: The beginning

The wind howled its fury across the black sands, dust and grit scouring the heavy cloaks of the travelers as they huddled beneath the jagged stone seeking shelter from the storm around them. Only four left now, From the seven that set forth on this cursed journey, only four left to stand against the darkness that loomed over them like a hand clutching a dagger, poised and ready to strike. A black furred hand reached down to claim a bit of burning wood from the fire drawing it up to light the bowl of a long wooden pipe that was clutched in sharp feral teeth. Once lit the herbs within filled the air with their scent a reminder of comforts left behind. The jackal like features of the pipe's owner twisted into a grin, simple pleasures like this reminded him of why he had launched this journey in the first place. If they failed or faltered here it would all be for nothing. A voice deep and baritone issued from one of the other hooded figures. “We are not far now Ruza, can you not feel it? I swear on the mountains bones I can almost hear their twisted chanting in the wind.” Spade shaped ears twitched, Canid features turning to address the speaker. “Of course, Krieg. I can feel the twisted nature of this place like a stink in the air. All the more reason for us to press on soon. If we falter now then all of this pain and all the blood we shed was for *nothing*, I will not have it be so.”

The others nodded in agreement and as the wind died down around them pulled their hoods back, Revealing tired haggard features. The Leonine bloodmane chieftain, Zuberi. The horned Auroch of clan Thunderhoof, the mighty Krieg, eldest of them. The perpetually grinning Hyenid,  Ehawai of the Laughingdeath. And the leader of this merry band of warriors, Ruza of the Clan Hellsever. Each rose from their place by the fire and turned their gaze to the north. Towering above them in broken jagged spired was the claw like mountain that was their destination. At its base a temple, Once a place of worship and respite for their mother goddess Shavala. Now darkened by corruption and soaked in the blood of the priestesses who once tended it. One by one they reached for their weapons, strapping them to hip or shouldering their weight, and with the last howls of the storm passing around them they began their march.  

They found little resistance in their path. No guard to watch for them. Not even a token force to resist them. Wary and cautiously their footsteps carried them to the great doors of the temple, Once polished bronze and gleaming with the sun's rays. What sickly light could pierce the ever-present cloud cover shone on doors blackened with taint and dripping with some foul ichor that was so alike bloody flesh that even the four paused wide eyed at the sight. It was Ruza who broke the silence. “Mothers tits...What dark power have we challenged here..” The booming bass of Krieg answered without hesitation. “You know full well the name of who we face here. The Kin slayer, Ra’Shaka and his traitorous worshipers await beyond this door. We have come this far. Let us go and... defy a god” Ruza reached up, Hand wrapping around the worn leather of a massive fang shaped blade, Clawed fingers undoing the strap and with a grunt lifting the weapon from its place across his back, Onto shoulder and then into a two-handed grip. “Your prey awaits inside Kui-O, let us fill our bellies.” The other chieftains drew their weapons, Krieg strapping the heavy bronze gauntlets over massive fists. Zuberi shouldering the Iron-shod staff, it’s weight apparent only in the way it left a heavy divot the thick fur on his broad shoulder. Ehawai alone did not seem to bother with drawing her blades, those long daggers strapped to wide hips. She only laughed that throaty cackle and beckoned the others forward, her voice cutting through the gloom. “Go on then, Brave men. Lead us into battle. This was your crusade Ruza Hellsever, I would not steal the honor of first blood from you or that wicked blade!”  

Ruza could only smirk, at a rare loss for words. But fear had no place in a Shado’Narei’s heart, nor did hesitation or second guesses. Ruza hefted Kui-o, testing the great-swords weight before stepping toward the door, one step, two. A charge and battle cry as the blade was hefted and with a thunderous crash brought down into a swing that he poured every ounce of his strength into, The unearthly steel of the spirit blade met the bronze forged strength of the great door, and it was the door that gave way. Cleaving through the foot-thick metal with the ease a butcher might carve good meat leaving a jagged wound across its surface. A second later a sound like thunder shook their very bones as the mighty auroch chieftain drove his armored fist into the damaged section and sent it careening into the dark with a terrible cacophony. The two chieftains met eyes and nodded and without further words charged into the breech.

Blood. Mothers breath it was everywhere. Soaked into the fur, ankle deep on the stone floor beneath them. The scent was over powering, cloying. How long had he been fighting? It felt like days. So many of them crazed and blood-mad all to keep them away from the inner sanctum and the ritual that was all too near completion. Kui-o rose and fell and two more died, their furred broken bodies flung into the bloody pool around them. Ragged breath, new wounds. They meant little to Shado, they healed so rapidly that anything not immediately fatal would hardly slow them down. But his wounds were healing sluggishly now, His blood dripping to join the mass around his feet. Where were the others? He could hear them fighting, hear their cries of frustrated rage and the roars of battle lust. He could do nothing but fight now, all that mattered was taking one more step forward, sloshing through the gore that surrounded him. Every step, new enemies, Kill, thrust and slash, Move on to the next. Every step seemed to summon more foes, More desperation. No thought to defense now, No point. He would win through or die here buried under a mountain of bodies. Rage filled his heart, Drove him onward with growing ferocity. Where was the pain? He couldn’t feel a thing beside the gnawing anger that stole any sense of tactic, any hope of reason.  

Silence. It was silent. Where were the screams? Where were the others? Where was he? He looked down at his hands, Bloody and raw, gripping Kui-o so tightly that his fingers ached. It’s ever keen edge untouched by the battle he had just won through. Eyes raised to the altar. The altar. This was it, the heart of the ritual. Why couldn’t he move? All he had to do now was destroy it. To break the link to the mad god it was constructed to summon. He forced himself to step forward. So close now. Victory at hand. Sharp pain. His eyes drawn down. Several feet of black steel jutting from his chest. Soaked with his nearly black blood. Where was the pain? He laughed, Head thrown back and throaty laughter shattering the silence. The blade that had pierced him, withdrawn. The voice behind him full of haughty disdain. “All this way, to die at my feet. Poor twisted Shado, she sent you on the hunt like a trained dog and while you sniffed out the prey you failed when your teeth were so close to the throat. Die knowing that at least you won’t see me put your clanhold to the torch along with the rest of your misbegotten kind.” A palm slapped to the wound, Coming away blackened with his own gore, there was no pain. Only sorrow, He had failed, His enemy stood before him and he had no strength left to even strike out at him. His sorrow filled cry to the heavens echoed through the tainted stone halls, falling into silence. Ruza did not fall however. Where there should have been growing weakness, his limbs seem to steel themselves. Where there should have been a blessed ending cold to it all, there was only the searing heat of defiant anger. The fury that burned along his limbs, that tightened his grip on the blade in hand. So much rage, it couldn’t possibly be his own could it? He had no time to reason it out before the flame of anger became all consuming, without thought the blade was whipped through the air, Catching the figure behind him in surprised. The spirit blade scoring a deep wound across the figure's chest, Spraying foul ichor across the floor and wall behind. The counterblow flung Ruza like a ragdoll backwards into the altar, He felt bones crack muscles tear but it all seemed so very far away. No thought, Just fury. Must attack, must kill! He launched himself at the specter blade keening through the air. Cut and slash, heavy chop and desperate thrust. His wounds were growing but the pain was a distant knowledge, all that mattered was to destroy this abomination. The ring of steel against steel, spirit blades forged in the aether met again and again, testing the will of the wielders as well as the spirits themselves. Ruza’s howl drowned out any further words they might have shared, Body to body now they bit and clawed seeking any advantage against the other. Neither needed words for this, neither would have wasted the breath to speak. Ruza dropped his shoulder and pushed forward with all his might meeting the other with a fleshy thud and forcing him off balance. The vile hiss of the others blade split the air seeking to drive the enraged Shado back. Ruza’s eyes fell downward for a second, was that his arm laying on the blood-soaked floor? A problem for later. With his remaining good limb, he hefted the blade and drove forward with a cry of desperation. A gasp, Was it his? Vision focused on the writhing figure now pinned to the altar. The twisted mis happened thing that had once resembled something Ruza might have recognized as kin if he had been in any position to think. The blade was twisted, the beyond razor keen point driving deeper through tainted flesh into the stone beneath. Something in the air seemed to snap and then all went dark, all he could hear was the death cry of something so alien as to defy the senses. As Kui-o clattered to the ground beside him. He was not afraid of the death he knew was coming. He wouldn’t live to see his new pup grow up, but he would grow up. He sank into the cold darkness with a laugh. They would sing his stories for a thousand years after this. He had just slain a god.  

Sudden sharp pain in his ear snapped him out of the dreamless dark, an undignified yelp brought him into full wakefulness. He thrashed in the warm pile of furs that served as his bedding and snapped those crimson eyes open, only to meet a pair of eyes that matched his own, though much smaller and creased in consternation. A dream. It had all been a dream, a nightmare from more than a decade ago. The two pair of eyes belonged to the pair of pups he had fathered since that fated day. One was almost a mirror image of him, though smaller and still with the fluffed fur of a pup. The other was smaller and contrasted sharply with his brother. White furred and slender and fluffier still than his pouting brother. Ruza lifted his arm, both were there, having long since regenerated from that terrible battle. His ears perked and then wilted as the eldest brother, arms crossed, and pouting spoke. “Papa! You promised to take us hunting today!” The little white furred pup did his best to mimic his brother with crossed arms and a pout. Ruza couldn’t help but laugh and roll over into a sit. “Alright pups. Go and get your things, we’ll bring back the biggest Do’jack in the desert!” With yips of excitement the two scampered off to gather bows and spears sized for them, leaving Ruza alone for the moment. Thinking back to that fated battle and the hell they had faced. This is what it had been for. For the two brothers and their sister who was even now patrolling the walls of their black citadel. Fingers flexed, and eyes turned out over the piles of furs and cooking fires that marked the great hall. There would be more troubles in the future no doubt, El’narei was a harsh unforgiving world, but he would face it all with grim determination. This was his clan, His family and his home. And he would fight to keep them safe, no matter the cost. But for now. There was Do’jack to hunt and young bellies to fill.