Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Or maybe, the destruction of the dragon's veins was not as serious as he thought?

Pei Hengzhi asked: "Excuse me, abbot, will there be any impact if the dragon vein is destroyed?"

"Destruction." The abbot's tone was as if he was discussing tomorrow's meal. "The earth will not perish. What will be overturned is only the fate of mankind. Everything will return to the starting point and then start again, and the cycle will repeat."

He poured a cup of tea for Pei Hengzhi. Although he was old, the abbot's eyes were particularly bright, and they were not like the dark brown of ordinary people, but a very light golden brown.

"Everyone will die? No one will survive?" Pei Hengzhi asked, not caring about drinking tea.

"Mr. Pei, have you ever seen farmers harvest crops?" the abbot said calmly, "Disasters come in waves. At first, there will be some lucky people who survive, like now. But no No one can shake the fate of this world, not any eminent monk, ruler, or plutocrat."

"Don't you want to do something for humanity? Even just try?"

"I want to, but I can't. Fate has been doomed from the beginning. Nothing I do will prevent it from coming, but will make everything worse."

Is this the fate of this world, or the fate of all worlds?

After two buzzes, Chu Yao opened his handbag and said apologetically: "Sorry, I'm going to answer the phone."

She walked slowly outside the court, facing the window.

The mottled shadows of the trees at night fell on her face like a hazy veil.

Pei Hengzhi didn't know who she was calling, but he could see some joy and relaxation in her expression.

He should be her friend. He remembered that no matter which world she was in, she didn't get along well with her family.

Chu Boting favored his adopted daughter, her brothers were often at odds with her, and the only two people who cared about her had lived abroad for a long time.

While Chu Yao was on the phone, Pei Hengzhi lowered his voice and asked another thing that concerned him: "When was the dragon vein damaged?"

"I don't know, it started at least ten years ago."

"Then if you knew that the dragon's veins were damaged ten years ago, would you have a way to repair it?"

The abbot said with a half-smile: "Mr. Pei, I understand you. But after all, that is impossible to happen unless a scientist can develop a time machine."

"What if?" he asked stubbornly.

He rarely dreams. Since he would have such a long dream, it must be meaningful. It may be a warning from God to him and mankind.

"Alas..." the abbot shook his head, "You don't think that dragon veins can be repaired just like a mobile phone, right? It symbolizes the destiny of all mankind. If there is a small problem, the dragon veins can also be repaired by themselves. . It can be damaged to this extent, which only shows that the power of the dragon vein itself is powerless."

He knocked on the side of the teacup, and with a crisp sound, the teacup suddenly fell apart.

"Besides, who dares to bear the cause and effect of the dragon vein?" The abbot said, pointing to the fragments of the teacup, "This cup was broken because of me, and I will bear the consequences in the future. Wanting to repair the dragon vein is like operating on a cancer patient. If there is a rule that if the operation fails, the doctor's family will be destroyed, who would dare to go to the operating table?"

Pei Hengzhi understood what he meant. Firstly, there was no one capable of repairing dragon veins in the world. Secondly, no one dared to bear the consequences.

After all, the possibility of repairing the dragon veins is too small.