The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

Cen Jin woke up from the quagmire-like darkness, smelled the fragrance of sandalwood, and had the illusion of being in a Buddhist hall.

"Get up when you wake up."

Someone was talking next to him, and Cen Jin turned his head to look. Ding Yiqing moved a chair and sat on the bedside table. He was holding a small copper spoon in his right hand and was stirring sandalwood powder. There was a small copper stove in front of his finger.

Wisps of white smoke come out of the holes, and the smell is calm and fragrant.

"How long have I slept?"

As soon as Cen Jin opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, his throat was tingling, and his temples were also tingling, and he sat up uncomfortably. The sequelae this time were worse than any other time.

"One day and two nights."

"So long?" Cen Jin was stunned for a moment, then hugged his head and curled up on his knees and muttered to himself: "How can I explain that I in the disaster center not only disappeared for a day and two nights, but also returned alive?"

"No need to explain."

"Did you help me settle it?"

"No." Ding Yiqing extinguished the sandalwood burning in the copper furnace, turned to look at Cen Jin and smiled, "They all know."

"...?"

"It means literally, and it's what you think. You may be famous. The bad thing is that you are on the highest level of the disaster list of the headquarters, and you may encounter strange things such as sacking, assassination, and kidnapping when you go abroad. The good thing is that Zhang Weitu Li Dao - They tried their best to protect you, and didn't let you be arrested and sent to the headquarters to do research on living organisms."

Cen Jin was dejected, and there was a glimmer of hope: "I remember that the live broadcast data was very poor."

"It was bad at first, but then it was pushed to the popular homepage. A small video about you was widely circulated on the Internet the day before yesterday. Later, the head office helped you erase those traces."

Cen Jin looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't do anything? Are you willing to be wiped out by the head office?"

Ding Yiqing propped his chin, stared at Cen Jin and smiled beautifully: "What are you talking about, my goal has been achieved, it doesn't matter what they do."

Cen Jin immediately tensed his shoulders, neck and back, trying his best to recall whether Ding Yiqing showed any other abnormalities when he first performed this show operation of live broadcast.

Thinking back to now, every incident is clear, but I still can't guess Ding Yiqing's real purpose.

Just like going to the story meeting is just a whim, who would have thought of inexplicably provoking Ashura and Indra and triggering a series of subsequent major events?

"I like to do things step by step. The live broadcast is only the first stage. But you can rest assured that the whole process of your massacring Di Shitian has not been broadcast."

"And yet you recorded it."

Ding Yiqing smiled and said nothing, tantamount to acquiescing.

"When do you plan to broadcast it? Give me a friendly price and I will buy it. If you can't buy it, tell me the release date. I want to be mentally prepared first."

Ding Yiqing leaned over, a silver chain mingled in her long hair fell down, and a small ball inlaid at the end hit Cen Jin's face, which felt icy cold to the touch.

Cen Jin withdrew a little later, avoiding the small round bead, and walked up the silver chain. Ding Yiqing's long hair was tied high, and his appearance was suitable for both ancient and modern times, even if he matched it with a suit.

"Don't broadcast it, keep it for collection." Ding Yiqing stretched out his hand to pinch the back of Cen Jin's head and asked, "Do you still remember what you said and did before you fell into a coma?"

Cen Jin used the hand clasped on the back of his head as a cushion to lean on. Anyway, his head was heavy and painful, and with support he would not be too tired. However, recalling the things he did before he passed out, he shook his head after a while to express that he had forgotten all about it.

It is understandable that the collapsed brain does not have the memory of when it went crazy.

Ding Yiqing said coolly, "You bit me on the shoulder."

Cen Jin gasped, his pupils trembled, he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to admit it.

Ding Yiqing continued: "You swallowed my blood and left tooth marks, do you want to see it?"

Cen Jin had a rare expression of hesitation, his eyes slid down following Ding Yiqing's words, and landed on both shoulders, the close-fitting suit was tightly buttoned to the top button, there were no moles or scars on the protruding Adam's apple on his fair throat, and the shoulder and neckline It is too smooth and superior, and people can't help but wonder whether it is the visual effect brought by the customized clothing lines, or the shoulder and neckline itself is so superior.

At this moment, Ding Qingqing's words were reverberating inappropriately in his brain, he bit Ding Qingqing's shoulder, leaving teeth marks on it...

Does that mean the teeth marks are still there?What does a shoulder with teeth marks look like?

"Hey, do you want to see it?"

Ding Yiqing's voice was cold with a hint of a smile, and he extended the invitation in the inducing dim atmosphere and special geographical location such as the edge of the bed, and he was quite close, two palms apart.

Cen Jin said, "Take it off."

Ding Yiqing: "..."

Ding Yiqing looked at him with meaningful eyes.

Cen Jin didn't change his face: "I really want to see if there are any tooth marks, otherwise the tooth marks will disappear in two days, and I have no evidence, and I may be blackmailed."

Ding Yiqing: "It's okay to admit that you are greedy and lustful."

Cen Jin was euphemistic: "I don't think the influence is very good, so I don't want to admit it."

Ding Yiqing snorted, moved the hand holding the back of Cen's head to the front, squeezed Huangmao's earlobe, and poked him on the cheek before retracting, his eyes fell on his fingertips, and while thinking about the touch, he said: "It's okay, you can Greedy for my sex. But I am stingy, so I can take responsibility."

Cen Jin asked curiously: "So many people have seen you, are you busy?"

Ding Yiqing raised his eyes and said softly, "It can be killed."

Cen Jin smiled at him, and chose to turn off the mic on this topic, but he couldn't help but glance at Ding Yiqing's shoulder, wondering which side to bite, and finally couldn't help but say that in the dog days, he wouldn't feel out of place in a full suit ?

Ding Yiqing: "No, because I am going to attend the funeral."

Ding Yiqing got up, picked up the monocular glasses on the bedside table and placed them in the eye sockets. The mirrors reflected light, like a mafia godfather who was actually a gentleman in a suit who was about to smash the scene at someone's funeral.

Cen Jin strangely thought of a funeral in the heavy rain, the bell tower near the church rang loudly, the black umbrella floated like duckweed, Moses split in two, and Ding Yiqing, holding a black umbrella, walked out slowly , put a white rose in front of the tomb, then walk through the dead bodies, leave the bloody white handkerchief and walk away.

"What's going on in your head?"

Cen Jin was shocked, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Ding Yiqing was looking at him quietly with black and white eyes, and he picked between his nails and asked, "Whose funeral?"

Ding Yiqing: "A funeral for a rabbit." He smiled, and then said: "A funeral for a group of rabbits."

Cen Jin snorted, and immediately shifted his interest from this matter, and began to arrange today's itinerary, first going to the Kunlun Mountains and Seas to visit and comfort some strange things, and then check the situation of Kusinara.

At that time, Zhou Man was also in Kusinara, so there was no reason to refuse the request to stay and teach this time. Although he was on summer vacation, his foundation was too weak, and he needed to tell the adults inside not to relax in education.

For textbooks and the like, it would be best if they could be re-edited. After all, Weird is not a human being, so he has to teach students in accordance with their aptitude.

Having said that, since Li Daoyi and the others know his secret, do Shanhai Kunlun still need to hand it over?Do they know that there is something weird in Kunlun?Can you accept it?

He probably didn't know that it was difficult for them to accept Weirdness. If they knew that his coexistence with Weirdness would increase his uncertain risk factors, he had to hide it for the time being.

"You don't ask?"

"Does the rabbit funeral have anything to do with me?"

"It doesn't matter."

Cen Jin got out of bed, walked out of the room in his slippers, and said as he walked: "Do you know that there is a flag that says that if you show curiosity about irrelevant events, you will be killed? So don't ask me for irrelevant matters, I am very lucky about my luck." No confidence."

As soon as he opened the door, he heard some lively noises coming from the living room. Cen Jin couldn't help being silent for a moment, and quickly stepped forward. Seeing that the heads of two small and one big were watching TV on the sofa, he walked around the sofa and talked with Zhou Man and Li Manyun. , Resent Tong and Tonglingtou had a face-to-face meeting.

Zhou Man: "Hi."

Li Manyun is drinking milk tea obediently, her appearance has not changed much, but there is a red mole between her eyebrows, which looks like a little Guanyin.Tong Lingtou was tearful, missing Huang Mao, and was held in place and thumped.

The biggest change is resentment child, all the hideous cracks on her body have disappeared, her skin is slightly dark, her hair is pure white and fluffy, her facial features are quite delicate, but she has the appearance characteristics of an asura and a celestial being.

Cen Jin: "You have evolved."

Resent Tong nodded, swinging his calf, and said, "Level [-] high-risk weirdness, if you evolve it once more, it will become a world-destroying weirdness. Huangmao, wait for me to evolve into a low-level god, and I can help you fight in the future."

Cen Jin smiled gratifiedly, like a loving father: "Thank you, but the most important thing for a child is to study, and fights are not allowed or they will be punished for copying the text."

Yuantong's expression darkened in an instant, and his love for Huangmao disappeared for the umpteenth time.

Cen Jin looked at Zhou Man: "Sure enough, your relationship with Ding Yiqing has never been broken."

"Please describe it clearly. It is a cooperative relationship between the capitalist class exploiting the boss and the proletariat beating the workers."

"Don't forget your origin."

"The feudal monarchy has been destroyed for 100 years, and it has been more than 3000 years since the Western Zhou Dynasty destroyed the country. I am poor and white now, so don't label me." Zhou Man caught a glimpse of Ding Yiqing who was dressed in a fine attire at the dining table, and hurriedly said hello: "Good morning, boss."

Ding Yiqing took out a big black umbrella from the bucket next to it, and walked towards the door in response. The light leaked in, and then the wide open black umbrella quickly blocked the sunlight and walked out.

The door creaked shut, and the man left.

Cen Jin was drinking water, seeing Ding Yiqing away from the corner of his eye, his gaze was drawn back, his face was a bit serious, so did he bite or not?Are there any tooth marks?

He said he wanted to see it but refused to take it off. Could it be that Ding Yiqing had the idea of ​​guarding his body like a jade?

"About Ding Yiqing, how much are you still hiding from me?" Cen Jin pulled a chair across from Zhou Man, holding a glass, and asked listlessly: "Don't lie to me, our Shanhai Kunlun will have a political review."

Zhou Man was inconceivable: "The political trial is aimed at me."

Huangmao nodded: "Yes."

Zhou Man took a deep breath, one or two knew how to bully and oppress him, and endured the complaints to cooperate with the so-called political trial: "I really didn't hide anything, I don't know much. I can say what I can say, but I can't say that you just killed me on the spot. Still can’t tell. Ding Yiqing is my boss, he only contacts me when he thinks about work, and makes me run around to work without saying anything. I don’t even know what his purpose is.

To be honest, at the beginning he suddenly asked me to go to the study room of a room on the second floor of Li’s old building, find a phone, engrave a strange rune formation in it, activate the spell and dial to the strange town in another world, and let me accept the call. request from the other end.

And then you know, I received them asking me how to get rid of it, and I told them that someone was going to take them to Buddhahood, and I didn't know about you at the time. "

"It's your fault that the phone on the second floor can communicate with reality and the other world?"

"what."

Huangmao clicked his tongue. Li's old building was in critical condition. Afterwards, he found that the phone on the second floor disappeared. At that time, he was unwilling to make trouble, so he ignored the abnormality of the phone's communication between the inner and outer worlds, and regarded it as the reason for the distortion of the inner world's magnetic field.

I didn't expect the reason to be this.

"Did you predict that I would appear in Li's old building? Could you predict that I made that call?"

Zhou Man shook his head: "I can only predict the answer, and I don't know the process at all. Otherwise, why would I do everything possible to guide you to the Li's Old Mansion? Even if the ghost town gets rid of my prediction, I can only know 'someone makes them become Buddhas', I don’t know who this person is, and what method I use to send them to Buddhahood, I don’t even know. If I knew how to do it, I would have told them.”

"Ding Yiqing doesn't know either?"

"I don't know." Zhou Man smiled bitterly: "I mean I don't know, and I can't figure out Huang Quan."

Huang Mao: "To change the question, besides Di Shitian, who are the gods that the Queen Mother of the West has worked with?"

Zhou Man: "We've worked together before."

The yellow-haired head buzzed: "The alliance of the six gods? Who is the winner?"

Zhou Man: "It's impossible for me as a human being to directly participate in the melee of the gods, so I don't know at all." Participants, also recorded the final winner."

Huang Mao was thoughtful, and suddenly said: "You are knowledgeable and well-informed, are you interested in trying to write teaching materials for weird learning?"

Zhou Man: "??" How did the topic change so quickly?After thinking for a while, he said, "Writing textbooks dedicated to the science of weirdness is indeed helpful for enlightenment, but I need manpower."

"There are a lot of intellectuals in Kunlun, I'll call a few people for you. By the way, if you have a historical problem that is too long, you can ask Zhulong for advice."

There is still a shortage of talents in Guangzhou. Next time, remember to find some residents such as historians, educators, and advanced mathematics. You must prepare textbooks for arts and sciences.

Even with a face like a zombie, you can win by temperament, right?

Li Manyun, who was on the opposite side, only listened to their conversation, saw Huang Mao's pensive expression, the french fries and happy water in his hand were no longer fragrant, and suddenly wanted to scream.

Afterwards, Huang Mao went to the Kunlun Mountains and Seas. There was an additional mechanical city in the west where there was originally gray fog. There was a boundary monument at the city gate named Kusinara. The consciousness was temporarily asleep just like the Kunlun Mountains and Seas. Heliu, Baimunu and others were all inside. Living and practicing, forming a rather orthodox Buddhist system.

Li Manyun and Yuantong can also live in it, but the two little ones like to stay in the hut in the woods, Cen Jin will let them.

After talking to them and patrolling around Kusinara, Cen Jin told some soldiers who were adapting to their new identities that they could go to Bronze City to report to the Bronze City someday, and they could leave Kusinara with the approval of the gate management. To meet friends and family.

The frustrated soldier (transcendent) was overjoyed and began to actively accept his new identity.

Huang Mao then went to Bronze City to see the development situation. There was already a prototype of a developed city, but the population was still a bit small, some streets were quite empty, and everything else was okay. It was on the right track to live and work in peace.

It just so happened that the dead body of the Queen Mother of the West was shared, and the strangeness basically evolved. The ghosts all had looming bodies.

Although the levels of the gods at the beginning level are different, and some of them are quite different, they are still gods anyway, so each one is full of energy and full of vigor.

"..."

Cen Jin thought to himself, the weird old man is more youthful and sunny than him.

He took out Di Shitian's body, replaced the dead body of Queen Mother Xi as a new reward, and left after some basic instructions.

Go through the main entrance, and say hello to Zhulong by the way.

Candle Dragon was half awake, and the magma dripped from his huge head: "Are you going to leave in less than three hours?"

Cen Jin smiled: "If you don't leave, the teachers may worry."

Zhulong: "Did Huang Quan find someone?"

Cen Jin thought: "Who is he looking for?"

Zhulong looked at him fixedly, and said slowly: "Oh, I found it." After a pause, He continued: "I sleep for too long, my memory is getting worse, and I can't remember many things. If you are curious, you can Ask Huang Quan."

Cen Jin knew that there was nothing more to ask, and wanted to leave, but Zhulong seemed to have something to say, so he stayed where he was and waited patiently. .

Candle Dragon snorted loudly from his nostrils, thinking dully for a long time, so long that Cen Jin thought he was asleep.

He suddenly said: "Shanhai Kunlun has two forms of attack and defense, the Queen Mother of the West uses the attack form, and you use the defensive form of Shanhai Kunlun Kingdom.

Do you know what that means? "

Cen Jin: "No matter what it means, I'm not interested."

Zhulong: "Kunlun surrenders to you. In your kingdom, all the gods are subjects."

Cen Jin scratched his hair: "I don't know if I have said that I firmly oppose any restoration of the feudal monarchy."

Zhulong looked at him steadily: "Are you sure that the gods can live in peace without the leadership and suppression of the head of the gods?"

Cen Jin was silent for a long time, and answered honestly: "No."

To use the most classic and easy-to-understand saying, "Heroes are forbidden by martial arts", the stronger the ability, the harder it is to be restrained. In myths and legends, no matter what system there is, there is a period when the gods fight, and they will fight at random. Bring great disaster to ordinary people.

For example, Gonggong angered Buzhou Mountain, the sky collapsed and the earth fell, and the end of the world.

"Take your time, it's not that easy to evolve into a god, and there's still time to be educated. If you don't change after repeated admonitions and harbor evil intentions, then behead your head as a warning to others." Huang Mao's tone was calm, his expression was cold, and there was no room for change.

"So there is no need to create a kingdom. Kunlun is free. As long as the principles are not violated, freedom belongs to all creatures in Kunlun."

Zhulong's half-closed eyes slowly lifted up, fixedly staring at Huangmao, and found that he didn't have any emotional ups and downs when he said this, as if he was just stating an obvious and quite clear fact.

He doesn't know how to build a country, and he has no intention of being the head of the gods. He feels that all the weirdos can be educated slowly, and he doesn't care how much energy and resources are spent. He doesn't set up rules and regulations, but wants all the weirdos to live in peace.

If Weird breaks the prohibition, he will kill him mercilessly.

Once Shanhai Kunlun violates the rules he thinks, he will probably be beheaded, and he will not regret the value of Kunlun, nor will he feel sorry for his past efforts.

It's like he will take in Weiwei, get along well with Weiwei, and be merciful in the face of Weiwei's provocations, but once he judges that Weiwei has violated the rules, he will quickly give instructions to clear it.

Neutral and fair, abide by order, be compassionate and iron-blooded.

Zhulong closed his eyes and sank back into the depths of the magma, thinking to himself, this is a good aptitude for sanctification.