Becoming a God Starts From Planting a Bodhi Tree

Chapter 64 Chapter 63 People are like trees

Ji Jingqiu asked out his doubts.

Lin Donghe smiled and asked without answering: "I heard that Commissioner Ji took over a task from the city hall and rescued an unidentified girl?"

Ji Jingqiu did not deny it.

Lin Donghe looked at him at this time and couldn't tell whether it was pity or gloating, but he said:

“The Commissioner must step back from the brink early, make amends for his mistakes, and not get too close to City Hall.”

Just then.

The sound of firefights came from the front, and the Public Security Department began to take action. The drone swarm approached the target area according to the predetermined route, quickly identified and locked the enemy, and fired simultaneously.

Under the barrage formed by the interweaving drones, the abandoned factory building was filled with dust. The unprepared gang members were beaten back steadily, until a piece of gravel flew out from the dust and destroyed several drones.

A muscular figure jumped high from the second floor, attracting the attention of the drone swarm.

He was a burly man with eyes as sharp as a falcon, and the muscles in his arms were very obvious and tight. He quickly destroyed several drones and carried the barrage to buy time for the men behind him.

Lin Donghe glanced at it and said with a smile: "This man's strength is indeed pretty good. Commissioner Ji, it's our turn to play. Do you want to see who can kill more people?"

Ji Jingqiu didn't say anything and started accelerating towards the target.

From Lin Donghe's words, he roughly guessed the outline of the matter, but he was not ready to think too much about it because of a stranger's words.

Just go back and ask Master Yang.

As for Lin Donghe's proposal, he ignored it.

He is not a murderer, nor does he think killing should be a game.

There is not much suspense in this siege.

The specially marked "Eagle Claw" died under the joint efforts of Ji Jingqiu and Lin Donghe.

As soon as Eagle Claw fell, Lin Donghe couldn't wait to pick up the knife and cut off Eagle Claw's head, looked at Ji Jingqiu and smiled:

"Commissioner Ji, you are too slow, so I will take the lead."

Ji Jingqiu's eyes looked strange.

Isn't the credit equally distributed? What did he get first?

As soon as the leader died, the remaining brothers fled immediately. Ji Jingqiu and Lin Donghe began to arrest based on the personnel information in advance.

Although Ji Jingqiu was pregnant with a murder case and still resisted desperately, Ji Jingqiu did not hesitate to give him a chance to die early and be reborn.

suddenly.

He noticed Lin Donghe's actions.

A boy of about seven or eight years old huddled in the corner, watching in horror as a fierce man not far away kicked him.

A shadow fell over the boy.

Ji Jingqiu grabbed Lin Donghe's foot with one hand, which was enough to knock down a wall. He glanced at the boy in the corner and said in a solemn voice:

"Commissioner Lin, our mission does not include killing innocent people and children."

Lin Donghe didn't expect that Ji Jingqiu would come to refute his face.

What kind of good thing could a boy who hangs out with a gang of gangsters wanted by the Sheriff's Department be?

He has seen too many children from the lower class who appear to be young, but are actually more evil-minded than anyone else.

Lin Donghe laughed twice and pretended to retract his leg, but his eyes were filled with fierceness. His right foot that was caught suddenly exerted force, vowing to kick away Ji Jingqiu who dared to catch him.

But it is as motionless as a mountain.

Ji Jingqiu's right leg was still firmly grasped in mid-air. No matter how hard Lin Donghe tried, he could not shake it.

His face suddenly turned red to the color of pig liver, not from embarrassment, but from a combination of surging energy and embarrassment.

"you…"

Ji Jingqiu threw Lin Donghe back, glanced at the group of drones behind him, and said, "Commissioner Lin, stop joking and get to work."

Lin Donghe took a few steps back and looked at Ji Jingqiu in disbelief.

He used his limited body to condense his true seed. Although he had not yet formed a martial body, how could he lose to Ji Jingqiu in terms of strength?

Ji Jingqiu took out the Personnel Detector of the Public Security Department and fired at the boy. After confirming that he was clean and not a gang member, he led the boy outside and prepared to let the Public Security Department deal with it.

As soon as he walked out of the abandoned factory, the boy suddenly ran away, as agile as a little monkey in the forest.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated for a moment and glanced at Lin Donghe, who was working hard to clean up the gang members.

The next second, Ji Jingqiu chose to follow the boy's whereabouts.

Anyway, the credit will be shared equally. Commissioner Lin can work hard if he wants to.

He slowly followed the boy into the depths of the lower level.

The lower class is also divided into regions. In some areas, citizens with legal status but no money live, and in some areas, black households live. They have been black households since their ancestors did not know when. They have no opportunities and cannot even find a serious job.

Ji Jingqiu once saw a sentence on the Internet: The Federation has suffered from chronic diseases for thousands of years and it is difficult to recover.

Of course, this isn't something he should worry about.

The boy ran into a residential building.

It was a dilapidated residential building with mottled exterior walls. The exterior walls were covered with moss, like a piece of psoriasis in a corner of the city.

Walking into the corridor, a smell of mold and fermentation of unknown things hit your face. The stairwell was messy, and all kinds of garbage blocked the already narrow space, leaving almost nowhere to stay.

The boy in front ran quite fast and was familiar with the road.

Along the way, Ji Jingqiu saw all the residents with disheveled hair and haggard faces. They looked at him with numb and tired eyes, but also with fear. He had always heard rumors about the lower class, but he had never gotten close.

The boy's home was found, with the unlocked door ajar.

Ji Jingqiu walked into the house, and light shone in from the outside. There were no lights in the house, and the few lights shone in from a narrow window.

There are a lot of clutter in the house, but they are all arranged neatly, which shows the life attitude of the people who live here.

An old woman with a stooped back supported the wall and walked out of the house. She looked at Ji Jingqiu who had rushed in with confusion. She was suddenly startled and looked at the boy who hurriedly ran in the door not long ago.

The old woman said in a panic: "This gentleman... What bad thing did Cheng'er do again? Did he steal something? I helped him pay it back..."

The old man turned around quickly and rummaged with trembling hands to find a plastic bag.

Inside is a large handful of banknotes that are rarely seen nowadays, mostly in pieces.

At the lower level, some wanted criminals or criminals can only use paper money because their personal accounts are closed.

Ji Jingqiu glanced away.

The money that the old man took out was probably only a few hundred in total, which was very little, but it was already their family's entire possessions.

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He pressed the weather-covered hand handed to him by the old man and shook his head, indicating that it was okay.

He looked at the boy and asked, "Were you abducted by them, or did you want to join a gang?"

The boy hiding behind the old woman pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ji Jingqiu has carried out many tasks these days and knows very well the fate of those gangsters.

The cruelest statement he had heard from others these days was that gangs were, in a sense, tools used to consume more and more people from the lower classes, especially those black households who had lost their identities.

The old woman slapped the boy **** the shoulder.

The boy was timid and said: "They are running errands. The terrain near me is very familiar, so..."

Ji Jingqiu nodded, it was not an unexpected answer, it was a boy's way of survival.

He said: "My name is Ji Jingqiu. There is a temple at the corner of Seventh Street. You can go and help run errands and clean the house. There shouldn't be much salary, but you can still provide food for two people. There is a small room in the temple. The library, reading can enlighten your mind.”

The temples of this era were somewhat similar to the churches of previous generations. Neighborhood believers often came to help, and the temples would often distribute things and hold activities to attract incense.

The boy bit his lip, his eyes blank, and he couldn't believe it.

The old woman's eyes were full of gratitude and she thanked her again and again.

Ji Jingqiu stopped the old man. He didn't help much. He just indulged his curiosity and followed him to take a look.

When going downstairs.

Ji Jingqiu didn't look at the haggard figures leaning out of the window.

He raised his head and looked at the deformed tree in front of the residential building that barely received much sunlight, but still insisted on growing upward.

Many times, people are like trees. The more they want to reach higher and brighter places, the more their roots will move downward, toward the soil, darkness, depths, and evil...

But how many people can endure this process of infinite sinking into darkness without being dragged into **** before they reach the sky and touch the sun?

Compared to here, he was actually lucky to have parents who loved and cared for him.

Ji Jingqiu strode away.

This time the mission was completed, and he was going back to prepare for breaking through the third limit.

【Folklore】【Myth】【Adventure】

The secular world -

Ghosts and evil spirits are everywhere, and human life is regarded as nothing.

On the altar, the orange-red flames turned into blue as they danced. One after another, incomplete ghosts walked out of the sacrificial fire and walked past you, sending chills into your bones.

As a time traveler, you don’t believe in ghosts and gods. When you look up, you will be scared out of your mind.

The village chief calls out to the soul, you are awake, and your talent [Feasting Incense] has been awakened.

[Feasting on incense—stealing God’s power for one’s own use]

Living people cannot receive incense, only dead people can become gods.

When the crisis comes, you focus on a weak **** in the earth temple in the village. You start to keep him in captivity, steal the divine power, and survive the crisis.

But after you embark on the path of spiritual practice, you find out that there is a family curse, you will not live until forty, your father faked his death, and your wife has an angry tattoo of **** on her back, and her real name is Fan.

Things are beyond your expectation, there is a curse, the mystery left behind by your father's fake death, your daughter-in-law's life experience, there are many mysteries.

You plunged into the world of three religions and nine streams, evil spirits and taboos, and ever since, the reputation of the **** thief has risen.

From a **** thief to the only **** in the world, you have experienced mixed success in your life, but you just said lightly: "If God doesn't help me, I can only become a **** myself."

"Even if it's a stolen god!"

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The introduction is too weak, please move to the text.

This book is also called: "Folklore: I really didn't know that my wife was black and impermanent!" 》

"Folklore: Steal the power of other gods and become my god!" 》

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