Professional God

The roads are extremely congested on weekends, and the cars entering and leaving the White Pagoda almost form a Qinghai-Tibet Railway.Ye Chuan and Chu Ze waited impatiently in the car. One took out his history homework and finished the last quiz, and the other took out his mobile phone to play fruit cutting.After finally arriving in front of the villa, the two teenagers were so bored that they collapsed on the sofa and gasped for breath.

After resting for a while, Ye Chuan went to take a shower, and when he came back, he took out a bag of fish food from the TV cabinet and squatted in the garden to feed.Chu Ze thought that it was already the weekend, and he was not in a hurry to do his homework, so he followed him to the garden to watch him feed the fish.

The sentinel in casual attire squatted beside the pool, brushing aside the floating water lily leaves, looking for the koi in the pool.He twisted a handful of fish food the size of coarse sand and sprinkled it into the water, and those fat, beautiful fish with shiny scales swam towards him one after another, their heads crowded on the water and their mouths wide open to compete for food.While Ye Chuan was feeding the fish, Chu Ze walked up to him and squatted down: "Is this the fish you raised?"

"No," Ye Chuan turned to look at him. "It's just helping others to feed."

Chu Ze asked again: "What were you reading just now?"

Ye Chuan smiled, and pointed at the lively fish in the pond: "The white one is boiled in soup, the red one is grilled with sauce, the black one is steamed, the three-colored one is cut into sections and deep-fried, and the one with the biggest head is made into chopped pepper fish heads." ..."

Chu Ze: "..."

It seems that it is a koi raised by Ye Chuan's guardian.

You can’t feed too much fish food at a time, because ornamental fish are animals that don’t know how to be hungry—they eat when they have food, and fight when they have food.Ye Chuan fed a few pinches of fish food, sealed the bag, and put it back into the TV cabinet: "Your last session this afternoon is about the application of mental power, right? What is it about? Do you teach you how to guide the sentries mentally?"

"I haven't taught so fast yet." Chu Ze sat back on the sofa, thought for a while, and replied. "Today, we will start with the understanding of the spiritual picture, and use the spiritual tentacles to enter the sentinel's mental picture simulated by VR."

"Simulated? What does it look like? Is it good-looking?" Ye Chuan asked with great interest.

"I don't know. I watched them one by one according to my student number. I am a transfer student, and my student number is at the end, so it's not my turn today..." Chu Ze's expression was very regretful. "But it doesn't matter, it should be my turn in the next class. I heard that the simulation is a highway, and there is a red truck at the fork."

"Is that so? It sounds like it's just a mental picture of the four sentinels," Ye Chuan said. "You really want to see it?"

"Of course," Chu Ze smiled sheepishly. "Now the contact between the guide and the sentinel is strictly controlled, so entering the mental picture of the sentinel—even if it is only simulated, is a very rare learning opportunity."

"Hmm..." Ye Chuan came over and sat down beside him. "You obviously have a ready-made opportunity in front of you, why don't you take it?"

"Where is the ready opportunity...Wait a minute, you mean?" Chu Ze asked back naturally, but halfway through the question, he suddenly opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and looked at Ye Chuan.

"That's right," Ye Chuan laughed, revealing two cute little canine teeth. "I invite you to be a guest in my mental image, are you coming?"

Chu Ze stared blankly at him for a while, his cheeks flushed slightly.

Sentinels and guides strictly control contact and do not allow each other to enter the spiritual picture, because the spiritual picture is the most authentic presentation of a person's soul origin.One invites another to enter the mental picture, which essentially means "I'd like to strip naked for you to observe."

Chu Ze stammered: "This, this is not very good... It seems that it does not comply with the rules of the sentinel..."

Ye Chuan blinked at him: "Just take a peek at our own home, and no one else will know."

The tone sounds very provocative, like a poisonous snake coiled under a tree tempting Eve to "Let's taste the forbidden fruit".

"Yes, but..."

"Do you want to watch it?" Ye Chuan said. "You only have this one chance, so if you hesitate again, I'll regret it?"

"I want to see it, I really want to see it!" Chu Ze nodded sharply.

Ye Chuan pulled him back into the room: "Come on, let's go upstairs."

In Ye Chuan's pink princess room, the two sat cross-legged on the bed facing each other.Chu Ze was so nervous that his palms were sweating, Ye Chuan comforted him with a smile: "Relax, don't be so nervous. Today the teacher should have taught you the steps to enter other people's mental landscape? You just follow it."

"But," Chu Ze was still worried. "Just the two of us? Will it be dangerous if we do this..."

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Ye Chuan waved his hand. "Xiaobai is so close to me, our spiritual compatibility is at least above 70.00%, and we won't repel each other. Besides, my mental strength is very weak now-look at my student ID card, the rating is the last, and I am not aggressive."

"Then let me try..." Chu Ze hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind, closed his eyes, and sank into the mental image.

He stood on the top of his grassy slope and looked down.

Suddenly the wind picked up on the quiet grassy slope.The shimmering orchids swayed and grew wildly in the wind.Chu Ze manipulated his mental tentacles to probe in the direction of Ye Chuan, and the orchid vines were entangled and woven together, spinning and extending to the distance, weaving a bridge of light.

Chu Ze stepped onto this light bridge made of orchids, and at the end of the bridge was a thick city wall.The wall is light and white, and the hard and strong white tiles cover the wall layer by layer like scales. It feels cold and familiar to the touch.

Chu Ze was very surprised - he had read in textbooks that some sentries had mental barriers, but those barriers were very thin and fragile, or a garden fence, or a rattan curtain at the entrance of a cave, or a It is very rare for a glass automatic door to be able to form a mental barrier as thick as a wall.But Ye Chuan actually has a mental barrier as thick as a whole city wall!

No wonder he usually doesn't feel the slightest sense of sentinel in Ye Chuan.I don't know if he already had this barrier, was it built for him by someone else, or was it suppressing the effect of the drug?

"Chu Ze, Ze Ze?" He heard Ye Chuan's crisp voice from behind the city wall. "come in."

"How do I get in?" Chu Ze looked up and down the flawless city wall, feeling a little troubled.

"Just walk in," Ye Chuan said. "Go forward, it won't stop you. But you have to be mentally prepared in advance, the situation in my mental image... is a bit bad."

"Okay." Chu Ze took a deep breath and took a step forward.

As soon as he touched the snow-white city wall, he was enveloped by a warm turbulent current, and the spiritual force rolled him and pushed him to the other side of the city wall.He exhaled a breath of depression, and his eyes suddenly opened up.In front of him was a vast wasteland.The chaotic sky, the sun and the moon shine together, the red ground is overgrown, and a piece of dilapidated ruins.

Chu Ze was shocked all of a sudden.Just looking at the breadth and depth...it must be at least the level of a second sentinel, right?

This mental image seems to have been ravaged by war a long time ago. There are faint outlines of cities on the wasteland, and only the dilapidated stone foundations and streets with cracked bricks remain.Clusters of withered and yellow weeds came out of the cracks and drooped on the black rock foundation.

The boy in the red robe sat on a collapsed roof and looked at him with a smile: "Welcome."

Ye Chuan was not what Chu Ze usually saw in his mental image.

His face was more similar to that of the Jinta people, and Chu Ze even felt that his face was somewhat familiar.He jumped down from the rubble of the eaves, and his broad clothes flew up lightly, like a Suzaku fluttering its wings.Chu Ze looked around and asked him suspiciously: "Your mental picture...isn't it supposed to be like this?"

The dilapidated ruins, the riddled wasteland, the flow of spiritual power is so weak that it is almost non-existent.

"That's right." Ye Chuan said. "It used to be a big city, but it was destroyed later."

"Why?" Chu Ze asked subconsciously.

"I marked a guide before," Ye Chuan said calmly.As he spoke, he walked barefoot in the street, stooping to quarry the weeds emerging from the cracks in the stones, and bundle them into bunches. "Later, my guide cut off the spiritual link with me, and my mental system collapsed, and the mental picture became like this."

Chu Ze looked at him in surprise.

The operation of cutting off the mental link is not so easy to complete, it is an extremely dangerous operation, and it will cause great damage to the mental system of both the sentinel and the guide, so it will not be carried out lightly.However, in the operation to cut off the mental link, the probability of the guide surviving intact is 70.00%, and the sentinel is only... less than 30.00%. Moreover, even 30.00% of the survivors will have a sharp reduction in their lifespan due to the damage to their nerves caused by the operation. .

Just looking at the fragments of Ye Chuan's mental scene full of holes, one can guess how powerful he should be when his mental system is intact, I am afraid that he is no less than the chief of each tower... Chu Ze suddenly felt very sorry for the calm-faced young man in front of him, not only for him Adding sympathy and admiration for him, it is even more embarrassing for him.

"Sorry, although I shouldn't ask, I still want to know," he carefully selected his words and asked Ye Chuan. "Why did your guide terminate the relationship with you? I think you are a very good sentinel, and he shouldn't do this."

"Yes, why?" Ye Chuan asked back with a smile, looked up at Chu Ze, and said softly. "I want to know too, why?"

Chu Ze was speechless, froze for a while, and then comforted Ye Chuan clumsily: "I'm sorry, I didn't mention this on purpose... Don't be too sad, you are so good, you must have a better guide."

"There won't be anything better," Ye Chuan shook his head. "For me, he is the best in the world...Forget it, let's not talk about it." He stuffed the bundle of dried flowers into Chu Ze's arms, and pointed to the other end of the ruins. "Don't you want to go deeper into the picture? There is a different scenery."

Withered yellow and brittle grass blades filled his arms, and they creaked when hugged.Chu Ze nodded through the chaotic grass, and looked in the direction of Ye Chuan's finger.

Then froze in place.

A tall white pagoda stands at the position of Ye Chuan's finger, the top of the pagoda points to the center of the bright sun and moon, which is exactly the same as the white pagoda in his dream that day.

Chu Ze panicked for no reason, feeling cold all over his body, as if he had fallen into the boundless world of ice and snow, traveling alone for a long and lonely time...Ye Chuan suddenly pulled his arm and looked at him suspiciously, Chu Ze suddenly woke up, He forced himself to be calm, and smiled at Ye Chuan: "Okay, let's go."

They walked along the deserted gravel road.

Chu Ze looked around while walking, and subconsciously used the commensurate analysis method he learned in textbooks: the thick city walls indicate a strong sense of self-protection; the ruins after the war indicate that this person has been severely injured. Is it spiritual or physical; the grass growing from the ruins should represent new hope, but the withered grass represents the disillusionment of hope; the vast wasteland represents open-mindedness and magnanimity...

Although the result of such a simple and crude analysis is not accurate, Ye Chuan's mental state can be seen from this.

After all, the White Tower in Ye Chuan's spiritual vision is different from the White Tower in Chu Ze's dream. The White Tower in Chu Ze's dream can neither be approached nor far away, while the position of the White Tower in Ye Chuan's spiritual vision is fixed. Walking over there, the tower becomes bigger and clearer.When Chu Ze came to the foot of the White Pagoda, he realized that it was not a "pagoda" in the true sense.

.It was a huge white snake.

The tall tower body is its thin neck, and the bricks and tiles on the tower are its scales.The scales in front of the giant snake twisted and crisscrossed, forming inscription-like characters, but Chu Ze couldn't understand what they meant.

The biggest difference in this giant snake's usual snake shape is the pair of huge white wings that grow out from behind its cervical spine, covering the sky and the sun.The cloudy sky that Chu Ze saw when he first entered the spiritual scene was its wings.

He suddenly realized—maybe it's not just the sky.This snake is so huge that only one neck is already a towering tower, so what about the rest of it?Its eyes are the sun and moon of the mental image, and its wings are the sky of the spiritual image. Is the huge city wall he saw at the entrance of the spiritual image its snake body?Wrapping the whole spiritual picture, what a terrifying snake it must be.

A word came to Chu Ze's mind almost immediately.

——The enclosure is a prison.

He was extremely shocked, looked up at the pair of giant golden eyes of the White Snake, and murmured, "What is this...?"

"If you're asking about this snake, it has many names." Ye Chuan beside him also raised his head and looked at the giant snake, "Yemengard, the serpent of the courtyard that surrounds the world, and Urobo, the symbol of endless reincarnation Los, the raging demon Samael who tempts humans to fall, and Shesha, the head of the poisonous and deadly Naga. According to the legend of the Golden Pagoda, it is the guardian of the middle earth and the god who is in charge of the disaster of the prison.”

"Teng snake."