Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

What is a protagonist template?

According to the law of immortality of the protagonist, no matter how badly he is beaten, you can rest assured that he will definitely survive. On the contrary, he will become more capable and come back from adversity.

The protagonist has the spirit of a bastard, his tiger body shakes, his little brother bows his head, and the wheel of history rolls forward. If it is the Tiansha Lone Star template, the enemy will come up crying and begging for abuse. You can seamlessly switch between pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and pretending to be a tiger and eating a pig.

If the protagonist's luck is full, anything beneficial to the protagonist will definitely happen no matter how small the chance is. If the enemy has difficulty, the difficulty will be maximized. If there is no difficulty, he will create difficulties and make himself a life-and-death trap.

Gooden Charlemagne is in such a state now.

He was now in a deserted mountain, surrounded by an unknown church. He turned around and walked out of the small church door, not looking at the pile of corpses scattered everywhere.

There was a desolation in his heart, and he looked up to the sky and smiled, thinking: "The Holy See regards me as its enemy, and the priests teach everyone that if they want to kill me, they will probably not survive. I just don't know who will take the Holy Shield in the end."

Charlemagne was originally an orphan, adopted by others, and sold to the church as a handyman like a pig or a dog. If Archimedes hadn't brought him out, who would have become now is unknown.

In the past few months, Archimedes had been very kind to him. He not only taught him high-level magic and cultivation methods, but also gave him the Holy Shield in the hope that he could pass on the teachings. As time passed, Gooden Charlemagne was filled with gratitude and admiration for Archimedes, and his life became more glorious.

I just regretted that I didn't know which nerve of the Holy See had offended, and I chased him all the way. I watched helplessly as my teacher pushed me, but I fell into the cliff. Seeing his corpse gone, one can imagine Charlemagne's inner grief and anger. He killed more than a hundred people in his sect in a fit of rage just to avenge his ancestor.

"Am I wrong?" Charlemagne's chest was filled with a sense of injustice, and he was so upset that he just wanted to scream.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to touch his arms. When he touched it, he found that there was no money at the bottom of the bag. Apart from the small holy shield on his chest, he really had nothing. Without any worries, he simply strode down the mountain.

Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps, and seven or eight people were running from the bottom of the mountain, all dressed as priests. Charlemagne thought to himself: "If you want to kill me, then do it. You will die anyway, so why bother looking for more trouble?" He immediately stood in the middle of the road, put his hands on his hips, and shouted loudly: "If you have the ability, come up and kill me!"

The leader just waved his hand, and everyone immediately dispersed, either starting to gather magic power, or pulling out a long sword, intending to kill Charlemagne.

Charlemagne was filled with grief and indignation and was unwilling to resist any longer. He saw the sword coming towards him, but he did not dodge. His eyes widened as he saw that he was about to be killed with a sword.

Suddenly a strong wind came from behind the ears. The seven or eight people fell heavily to the ground without saying a word, and died.

Charlemagne couldn't help being surprised when he heard an old voice coming from behind: "Hey, what did you little guy do? You even took action against the bishop of the Holy See?"

While talking, an old man walked over slowly.

Charlemagne originally wanted to die, but was unexpectedly saved. He turned around quickly and saw an old man standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

The old man was dressed in light gray cloth and wore old straw sandals. His eyes were as gentle as jade and he smiled and said, "Looking at you, could it be that something unfair has happened to you?"

Charlemagne felt a sore nose when he thought about his situation, but then he became resolute. He looked carefully at the old man's clothes and vaguely remembered the Hinduism mentioned by his teacher, so he shook his head and said, "You are a pagan, not like me." Related." He turned around and planned to leave.

"Pagan?" The old man said with a smile, "When Archimedes was alive, he never disliked my identity. Who would have thought that his apprentice was a loyal Protestant?"

Charlemagne immediately stopped after saying one sentence and looked at the old man in surprise.

"Who are you?"

"I am Ramanuja, a man who travels in pursuit of truth."

Charlemagne shook his head: "I don't know you, and my teacher never mentioned your name."

"It doesn't matter!" Ramanuja said with a smile, "I was born here not long ago, and I didn't have time to interact with the outside world. I just saw you holding Archimedes' holy shield, so I rescued you casually. .”

Charlemagne frowned, "Are you also a descendant of the Holy Shield?"

Ramanuja smiled and took out a small holy shield from his chest. The golden light was bright and there was an indescribable sacred charm flowing in it.

Seeing his holy shield, Charlemagne not only did not let down his guard, but instead raised his vigilance to the highest level. "Are you here to snatch the Holy Shield too?"

"I have my own holy shield, why do I need Archimedes's?"

Ramanuja was a little confused, "What exactly have you experienced?"

After staring at Ramanuja for a while, Charlemagne sighed and slowly told his story.

Ramanuja was silent for a long time, nodded slightly and said: "So Isaac..."

He stretched out his hand and pointed, green lotuses sprouted from the ground, golden flowers bloomed, Vishnu's three-phase dharma body appeared, the fragrance hit his nostrils, and the fairy sounds and auspicious clouds lingered endlessly. What is displayed is the superior artistic conception of birth and death.

Charlemagne was stunned and murmured: "What is this?"

"I was an old friend of Archimedes in the past, but my Vedanta method was not yet mature and I could not explain the subtleties of my teachings to him." Ramanuja sighed and said, "Now I teach him Disciple, it’s the same!”

He raised his hand, and the palm of his hand was filled with white energy, which evolved into the practice of countless sentient beings in various shapes and forms. Charlemagne was involuntarily sucked into the palm of his hand, as if a short moment had passed and thousands of reincarnations had passed. When Ramanuja turned over the palm of his hand, Gooden Charlemagne's body fell out again, staggered a few steps, and stood firm by holding on to the big tree next to him.

Charlemagne didn't know that Ramanujan was one of the great sages of Hinduism. He founded a new school of thought. The basic theory was 'advaita theory', which believed that if mortals want to gain liberation, they must not only practice intelligence, but also should Take absolute refuge in the Personality of Godhead (i.e. Vishnu) with zeal and admiration. By embracing Vishnu, one transcends class and caste differences and can enter the path of liberation.

Just when Ramanuja was teaching Charlemagne the way to great liberation, there was a man and a woman in the distance looking this way from a distance. The man is tall and tall, and the woman is bright and charming. Who else could it be if it weren't for Kaus and Belial?

Cauvus curled his lips, shook his head and said: "I thought I could get a head start, but I didn't expect that the protagonist's aura is so powerful. How long has it been since Ramanuja was born? He rushed up to act as a stepping stone for Charlemagne, for fear that he would not learn fast enough. They also use the reincarnation method to accelerate ripening... Damn, the protagonists of these planes are simply unlucky!"

Belial didn't speak either, just pursed his lips and chuckled. Kausu looked at it from a distance for a while, then turned his head and asked: "This Ramanuja... what kind of strange skills is he practicing? Why does it look a little strange?"

Belliyar rummaged around, found a stack of information, looked at it a few times, and read according to the script, "The foundation of cultivation is the secret method of Ramayana, Vishnu has complete attributes... Believe in love God, then I can get God’s grace and cover my darkness..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Kausi immediately sensed something was wrong, "Are you practicing some kind of joyful Zen technique with this old man?"

Belial picked out the piece of paper, turned it on his fingertips, "That's probably it!"

Kausu frowned, suddenly his expression changed, and he looked in another direction.