spirit walker

Chapter 622 Retired Teacher

The figure in cyan clothes folded his hands together, lowered his eyes in silence, and continued to climb day after day, ignoring the skeleton man's words.

The skeleton man continued:
"All illusionists in the world can get it, but you can't, you are not chosen by God, you are a heretic among illusionists.

"If you are willing to return to the real world, there may still be a way to survive when the world is turned upside down in the future. If you dare to covet the authority of God, all that awaits you is destruction. There is no trace of the past. You were more aware of current affairs back then."

Hearing the last sentence, Master Wuhen finally raised his eyes, his voice was as thick as a bell, and as deep as a drum, "I flinched back then, but my cultivation was not enough, and I endured it for 20 years, just for today."

“隐忍20年又能如何？20年前你是9级，20年后你还是9级, 有什么不同？”骷髅人似是不屑。

Master Wuhen said slowly: "Then why are you afraid of it?"

These words seemed to have stimulated the skeleton man, the fire of soul in his eye sockets was high, and he said in a "sharp voice":

"Back then, you group of rats sneaked into the temple of the gods and almost destroyed the balance of the spirit realm. If the curse didn't kill you, you should hide well. Now you are here to steal the divine power and take the way of death. This is the way of taking death. "

Master Wuhen looked dazed for a moment, "They are already dead, and Lingtuo has also fallen. We were too anxious back then. If we waited for Lingtuo and Zhang Tianshi to be promoted to demigods, or waited for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the ancestors of the Chu family, the ending would be unpredictable." It's the same."

After a pause, Master Wuhen's expression became neither happy nor sad, as if he had fully realized it, and said:
"The past is over.

"I will not die, I will only be promoted to a demigod. If I occupy that part of the authority, there will be one less phantom god in the world, and your so-called god will be weaker. On the day of catastrophe, the illusionist profession will never be able to do so." Consummation. He is not a god, don't defile the god, I know his name. Extraterrestrial Demon."

"Bold!" The "voice" of the skeleton man shook the whole world, "Don't call God's name directly."

Master Wuhen continued: "You can't stop me. I'm an illusionist. I'm qualified to enter the palace to gain authority. This is the rule of the spirit realm, and your god can't stop it."

The skeleton man sneered, "Since you refuse to embrace yourself and obey your heart, then you will never be able to obtain divine power. I am curious, what made you persist for 20 years."

Master Wuhen stopped suddenly, looked at the gatekeeper of the palace, and said slowly: "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao organization, and the organization's creed is...to prevent the world from being destroyed."

He took two stone steps in one step.

"To protect world peace."

Step over two stone steps again.

"We can do anything."

Another two stone steps were passed.

At this time, the distance between him and the skeleton man was less than one meter, and there were only two stone steps left, but Master Wuhen stopped, and the two steps seemed like a natural moat.

The skeleton man seemed relieved, and the fire of soul in his eyes burned slowly, "20 years ago, you also stopped at the last two stone steps, and there is no trace of the past. As I said just now, if you don't want to embrace your nature, how can you be promoted?" Phantom God? You can’t get over it, the power of Phantom God will destroy your sanity and turn you into a madman even more depraved than Lingtuo.”

Master Wuhen stood where he was, and asked calmly: "So, do you think that I will come here again after 20 years to reminisce about the old days?"

The soul fire in the skeleton man's eye socket stagnated.

Master Wuhen clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice:
"Amitabha, I have proclaimed myself for twenty years, just to train my mind!"

The last two levels are passed in one step.

After more than 20 years, he finally walked up the steps and came to this place that symbolizes the pinnacle of illusionists.

"You..." The fire of soul in the skeleton man's eyes trembled violently. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear, and he roared: "Why can't you follow your nature, why don't you embrace yourself, you are an illusionist, you are an illusionist!!"

Master Wuhen didn't look at it, just pointed lightly: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, you should return to nothingness."

The fire of soul in the skeleton man's eye sockets was extinguished.

The gatekeeper who was supposed to be the boss of the instance fell into eternal silence.

Dream Palace.

The Great Elder of the Nan faction on the golden throne suddenly raised his head and looked towards the highest place in the dark.

"Master?"

The Great Elder stood up and looked up at the sky.

No one responded, but immediately after, the palace shrouded in dense fog began to appear unreal, the pillars supporting the dome disappeared, the red carpet disappeared, and even the golden throne beneath him also began to disappear.

The entire palace is like a fading oil painting, the only thing that is not affected is the six-meter-tall cloaked man.

The Great Elder of the Southern School.

In a short time, the palace completely disappeared, and a new picture scroll was born. The blue sky unfolded like a curtain, and the sun was also outlined.Then there is the endless grassland, spreading out in the field of vision, spreading to the horizon.

After the formation of the grassland, small jewel-like lakes "bubbled" out of the depressions.

Then, the horses appeared, and the birds appeared.

A magnificent grassland scene was outlined, but in the next second, the scene of the grassland turned into a barren Gobi, and the Gobi turned into an aquarium-like seabed.

In just a dozen seconds, the Great Elder experienced landscapes such as oceans, grasslands, Gobi, and forests.

These are both illusion and reality.

In the end, all the scenery faded away, thin cloudy clouds spread from the horizon, the sky was dim and pale, the dark brown earth undulated, and the rotten bones were like sores growing on the earth.

This place seems to be an ancient battlefield. In addition to human bones, there are also bones of large animals. Some of the bones are even rare, with six legs, three cervical vertebrae, and nine tails.
Some of the bones cracked and rotted in the erosion of time, while others glowed brightly, rich in spirituality, and were extremely high-quality materials.

There is a lake of blood in the center of the earth, and a majestic ancient palace is suspended on the lake, and a figure in a blue robe stands in front of the palace.

This is where the picture scroll freezes.

The Great Elder looked around the world, and his eyes finally fell on the figure in Tsing Yi.

The black light under the cloak flickered one after another, as if his face was changing, the elder said in a voiceless voice: "Has the past Wuhen been promoted to demigod?"

An ethereal and grand voice came from high in the sky:

"Contact Lingtuo!"

The black light under the cloak flickered again, and then he lowered his head, "Yes, Master!"

September NO.20.

Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, stood at the entrance of P2 of the underground parking garage, waving happily to the mature woman walking in the distance.

The woman was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. The hem of the shirt was tucked into her waist, outlining a graceful slender waist. Her beautiful hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders and back.

Black sunglasses are placed on the smooth forehead, and under the sunglasses is a delicate and three-dimensional face.

Dragging a small suitcase in her hand, she ran towards Zhang Yuanqing with a smile like a flower, her high heels making a "da da" sound.

Zhang Yuanqing greeted her with open arms, and hugged the woman, "Mom, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a month. You are younger and more beautiful. Those who don't know think you are my sister."

Fu Xue was coaxed into giggling, "Just keep your mouth to coax Guan Ya, but don't use it on other women."

Zhang Yuanqing was aggrieved and said: "Then I can't even coax you."

Fu Xue shot him a look.

Zhang Yuanqing graciously took the suitcase for the mother-in-law, opened the door and asked her to get in the car.

There is a reason why he is so attentive. After the bachelors of the "Organ Research and Development Company" screwed the screws day and night, the first batch of organ weapons have been built, and it is time to deliver them.

This delivery is not as simple as paying the money and delivering the goods at the same time. Probably because he knew that Fu Qingyang was not there, and the headquarters was in trouble again, he made two requests.

One: They want to pay a deposit first and try it out for two months before finalizing the payment.

Two: ask to give them a free three-year warranty.

It is difficult to pay for the project, which belongs to the official traditional art.

And here, there are personnel from relevant departments to manage, and the relevant person in charge takes the opportunity to ask for benefits, etc., not only have to face cumbersome procedures, but also have to argue with the authorities.

This kind of thing, Xiahou Aotian definitely can't handle it.

The protagonist only patted the table, and said arrogantly: If you don't take the money obediently, how dare you act like a demon and seek death?
Zhang Yuanqing would not do this either. Although he is good at socializing, he can't see the behavior of using power for personal gain and enriching one's pocket.

Let him handle it, and it is estimated that he will have to go to trial again.

After thinking about it, only the mother-in-law who has first-class communication skills and business skills and is a shareholder of the company can handle it.

So Zhang Yuanqing called her and said that the three-year period had passed, and he asked King Fu Long to return to his throne.

As the car drove out of the airport, Fu Xue sat gracefully on the seat, opened a small mirror to touch up his makeup, and said casually:

"Why didn't the dead girl come to pick up the plane?"

"Tired, sleeping."

"Tired?" Fu Xue stopped replenishing her powder, looked sideways at her son-in-law, and after a few seconds, as an old Si Ji, she understood.

The mother-in-law said, "As expected of a night wandering god, you are so energetic."

Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, "No matter how prosperous you are, your daughter is also a peerless beauty. Have you found the master knight?"

The smile on Fu Xue's face slowly disappeared, "Oh, it's all my mother's fault. I was too impulsive back then, and shouldn't have made Guan Ya swear."

Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity to pua and said, "Forget it, Mom, you just need to handle the company's affairs well. Anyway, at the end of the year, the statute of limitations for the oath will expire."

Songhai, Chaomen District.

In a certain neighborhood, a man wearing a peaked cap knocked on the dark red security door.

The person who opened the door was an old lady with gray hair and wrinkled face, about sixty years old, dressed neither plainly nor extravagantly.

"Who are you looking for?" The old lady's Mandarin was perfect, without the Songhai accent that aunts of this age often have.

The man in the peaked cap was expressionless, even a little serious. He took out his ID and said:
"Excuse me, is this Yao Yilin's house? I'm a security officer from the No. [-] Public Security Bureau in Chaomen District. I need to ask him about something."

When the old lady heard that she was a security officer, she didn't react exaggeratedly like ordinary people. She stepped aside calmly and said:
"Come in, he's at home today, comrade, what can you do with him?"

"I have a case to consult with him." The man in the peaked cap entered the room and curled his mouth, "Don't worry, it's just an inquiry and has nothing to do with him."

The old lady led him to sit down on the sofa in the living room, poured a cup of tea, and shouted to the bedroom:

"Old Yao, there are security guards looking for you."

Although he is old, his voice is still loud.

The man in the peaked cap glanced at the living room. The decoration and furniture of this home, just like their owner, looked old.

There should be only two old people in the family, because the man in the peaked cap didn't see what the young people used.

An old man walked out of the bedroom. His silver hair was a little thinning, his spine was slightly bent, and his nasolabial folds were deep. The drooping corners of his eyes were set off, making him appear stern and unsmiling.

The old man had a pair of reading glasses hanging around his neck.

"Comrade from the Public Security Department?" The old man sat down opposite the man in the peaked cap, looked at him, and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

The man in the peaked cap didn't answer, stared at the old man, and asked:
"Yao Yilin, a retired teacher, works at Songhai Kangyang Middle School. He retired two years ago, right?"

The old man nodded, and the old lady sitting beside him couldn't help but said:

"Actually, he retired four years ago due to physical problems. He was not happy at the time, so he wanted to teach. Fortunately, he retired. A few years later, this life will be over. Why do you care for old age?"

The man in the peaked cap ignored the old lady's complaints, looked at the old man, and said:

"We are investigating a theft case. We suspect that the suspect used to study in Kangyang District Middle School, but the teachers and students of the school don't remember this person, so we can only disturb him."

While talking, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo, and handed it to the old man.

Yao Yilin is the No. 16 retired middle school teacher he surveyed, and there are many other retired teachers like Yao Yilin on the list.

At present, the investigation on Yuanshi Tianzun has found nothing, and the patience of Master Chunyang is almost exhausted.

He only hopes to lock the identity of Yuanshi Tianzun as soon as possible.

The old man took the phone and carefully looked at the young man in the photo. He tried hard to recall for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"I remember him, yes, he is indeed a student of our Kangyang Middle School."

PS: Consecrate a book "Psychiatrist of False Gods", the introduction is below.

　A mystical age where urban legends became real.

Some people took the initiative to commit shocking crimes and caused panic...Some people usurped power and controlled people's hearts in the dark...Some people showed false miracles and spread fear and belief...

They try to become 'gods' over all living beings.

But in Gu Ming's view... these false gods are just patients with mental illness.

"Pretending to be a god is a disease that can be cured."

　
(End of this chapter)