Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 15 The second one begins!
The young man inserted the large square knife he picked up along the way into the snowdrift, slightly wiped the place where Pan Dahua had just touched, then jumped up and disappeared into the desolate neighborhood.

In an old Grand Duke's mansion in Italy, Europe, a tall and straight man stood in front of a row of huge bookcases, holding a thread-bound book in his hand, and was immersed in the world of the whole book.

A snow-white cat rubbed and rubbed at his feet, and finally found that the owner had no interest in teasing him, and ran away with small steps.

The lobby of the mansion is quite large. The hundreds of square meters of living room are covered with blankets made of elk skin. The kitten rolled on the blanket, and then jumped onto the custom-made cat platform with a light step. Lying quietly in the highest position, licking his little pink paws.

The wide door of the living room was pushed open. When the kitten heard the movement, it immediately raised its ears and looked towards the door. After seeing the familiar figure clearly, it lowered its head and combed its tail.

The young man in black tights was a little nervous. Although he had been to this place countless times, every time he saw that tall and straight figure, he always lowered his posture unconsciously, even to the point of humbleness.

One step, two steps, three steps.
94 steps, no more than one step, no less.

The young man stopped two meters behind the man. He bent slightly and called out, "Master."

The man turned around. The young man couldn't see clearly the man's face, but he didn't dare to see it clearly.
"You did a good job, Xiao Qi, I remember when you were on a mission last time."

The young man named Xiaoqi hurriedly replied, "Seventeen hours."

The man hummed, he put the book back on the bookcase, and then slowly walked back to the sofa in the center of the living room, the kitten also ran over very interestingly, jumped onto the sofa after the man sat down, and went to the sofa very affectionately Chuck the back of his hand.

The firewood in the closet was burning vigorously, and the fiery red color danced on the man's face, which looked very illusory.

Xiao Qi also followed, staying beside the man quietly, even her breathing was restrained.

"There is one more task."

Xiao Qi lowered his head even lower.

"This." The man handed Xiao Qi a photo.

The person in the photo has a handsome appearance, but the whole person is in a state of sluggishness. He doesn't even know that the water in his hand has spilled on his clothes, as if he has fallen into a deep thought.

"This man's name is Su Mentu." The man observed Xiao Qi's expression with great interest.

Xiao Qi glanced at the photo, put it in his pocket, and said, "Do you want him to die?"

"No, no, no." The man picked up the goblet of bright red wine on the table, and took a sip: "I want you to observe him, I'm very interested in this man." After a pause, he continued Said: "Of course, we can't let him die."

Xiaoqi nodded: "I understand."

After saying this, he backed away slowly. After retreating a few meters, he turned around and strode out. From the beginning to the end, he never looked up at the man, because he knew that the man's eyes had magical powers.
The man patted the kitten on the back twice, and then patted its head. He picked up his wine glass and stood up and walked to the huge window.

It was still snowing heavily outside, and the entire courtyard was covered with plain white.

In front of the fountain flower pond in the center of the courtyard, a kneeling snow sculpture was placed there.In fact, when you get closer, you can see that there is a naked person inside the snow sculpture wrapped in white snow!His whole body was engraved with the contents of the confession of the Bible, and even the eyeballs were covered with ink tattoos!
The man drank the red wine in the glass.

Then he whispered in a sad tone: "Poor Chriswell, last month, you were proud to be negotiating with me at the negotiating table as the leader of the new Middle East Crusaders."

But his face was full of sarcasm!

Half a month has passed since the last catastrophe, and Sumentu finally gave up on exploring deeper myths, and he put the glass ball into the cabinet under the bed.

Just a few days ago, Su Mentu watched a movie, the Chinese translation is called "Crash Landing Flight". The flight finally made an emergency landing with the rescue of Captain Witek, but what Sumentu experienced was that Captain Witek frantically wanted everyone to be buried with him.

He cut off the network, and these days it's back to normal again.Take classes, read books, and jot down ideas.

In the middle of the first month of the new year (the last time Sumentu experienced disaster happened in the early morning of the first day of the new year).

In the middle of the night, Sumentu was lying on the desk with a lamp emitting warm light beside him. There was a book in front of him. It was an old book about ancient siege machines. This book was exhausted by the principal of the school. The idea was found by Sumentu, because the school's R&D department is doing research in this area, so please ask Sumentu to help them complete the entire design idea.

Su Mentu has read through this book twice, and the manuscript paper on his right hand is full of various scenarios and ideas.

The clock on the bedside was ticking, and when the hour and minute hands crossed to point to eleven o'clock, a puff of smoke filled the whole room.

Sumentu sniffled his nose, then rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers.

"Could it be that someone is going to kill me? But I'm not worth being killed."

Sumentu said to himself.

Venerable Kassapa appeared behind him with a smile on his face.

"The benefactor is safe."

Hearing this voice, Su Mentu felt relieved inexplicably.

"It turned out to be Venerable Kasyapa."

Su Mentu put down the paper and pen in his hand, turned around, and looked at Venerable Ji Kassapa with a relaxed expression.

"Has the benefactor ever experienced despair? The despair when he was about to say goodbye to death." Venerable Kasyapa asked lightly.

Sumentu scratched his hair: "Farewell to death."

He squinted his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said: "Probably when you took me to see the golden Buddha, I was so desperate that I broke the jar, so before I died, I opened it and opened it. scold."

Venerable Kasyapa laughed. "Indeed, the Hua Zang World is a place full of despair. The Hua Zang World is not even suitable for sinful Buddhists who are exiled to the Buddhist Kingdom. It was indeed a mistake on our part to take you to that place for the first time."

Su Mentu waved his hand, and said generously: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's over."

Venerable Kasyapa clasped his hands together: "The benefactor is really big-hearted."

In an understatement, Sumentu didn't reveal even a single word of information.

"Is today my disaster day?" Sumentu asked.

Venerable Kasyapa flipped his palm, and a glass ball appeared in his palm.

"The second eternal ball?" Sumentu narrowed his eyes.

The flickering pictures inside the Eternal Ball are always based on blood red.

"Is this catastrophe the Lord's killing?"

Venerable Kasyapa shook his head: "The so-called death is just the beginning of the blissful rebirth, and the bright red blood is the celebration for this birth."

Su Mentu smacked his lips: "You Buddhists always like to make everything optimistic. Even things like the dead can be reversed into bliss. Are you a little rascal!!"

Venerable Kasyapa smiled: "Buddhas are kind, and their hearts are transformed, and flowers are blooming in their eyes."

Sumentu waved his hand, expressing that he did not want to have too much communication with this old monk.

"Actually, there is a question that has been pressing in my heart." He continued.

Venerable Kasyapa said, "Please tell me, the almsgiver."

"To be honest, I feel that I am not going through a catastrophe, but a tribulation. You gave me such a magical "Glory of the King", which can also produce a liquid that can make people reborn. , you want me to grow up."

Venerable Kassapa murmured a Buddha's name softly.

"The state of mind of the benefactor is also changing. This is a disaster that is difficult to experience, but in the eyes of the benefactor, it has become an ordeal for self-improvement. The Buddha once said, one flower is one world, one sand is one bliss, one stone is one universe , one side is a pure land. When what a person sees is no longer the thing itself, but a deeper analysis, he has reached the state."

Sumentu took the Eternal Ball from Venerable Kassapa.

"That is to say, you admit that this is an ordeal for me?"

Jia Yezun laughed and said nothing.

Sumentu snorted. "I know that you always avoid the important things and take the light things lightly. You don't match your words with your words, and you use common methods."

Venerable Kassapa said: "A monk does not tell lies."

Sumentu took the Eternal Ball and casually observed the flickering pictures inside.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. I am alone and unrestrained. No one remembers me when I am alive, and no one knows when I am dead." But when he said these words, a shadow of a gauze skirt flashed in his mind.

Venerable Kasyapa said: "As long as there are people in this world who have left traces, there will always be people who will remember them."

Sumentu lowered his head: "Really."

"Then let's get started!"

(End of this chapter)