The Path Toward Heaven

In addition to the exchange students from all over the world, there are also many new students who are going to visit the main campus of Stargate University. The hospital has rarely become much more lively.

The physical examination is a very simple matter, all you need to do is lie down in the hospital cabin for a while, and soon the students all left, and the hospital returned to tranquility.

It wasn't until the dead of night that the door of the exclusive laminar flow ward at the end of the corridor was opened, and Zhong Lizi came out from inside, with a dazed expression on his face and tears still on his face.

Before the door of the laminar flow ward was closed, there were heated discussions or arguments, and several gray-haired professors could be seen waving their arms excitedly.

The affiliated hospital is on the east side of the lake of Stargate University, a relatively long distance from the hotel, but she didn't take a car, so she just walked towards the lake.

I don't know if it's due to psychological factors, or if her body has really improved. Her steps are lighter than usual, and even the starlight on the lake surface is much clearer than usual.

She thought of one thing, and her steps became faster and faster, gradually turning into a run, and soon arrived at the hotel. When passing by the big trees by the swimming pool, she stretched out her hand and slapped her, as if she wanted to give each other a high-five.

With a light beep, the elevator moved.

With a soft beep, the door opened.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair on the terrace, basking in the stars, without any clothes on.

Without even looking at him, she threw herself on him and kissed him.

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Jing Jiu guessed what happened.

He knew what a spiritual impact it would have on a person to get rid of the shadow of death.

Many years ago, when he read all the practice books collected by Shiyue Peak and confirmed that he should be able to ascend, he was also so happy.

So at this time, he gave the silver-haired girl great patience and tolerance, allowed her to sit on his body, and even let her kiss him, but this was already the limit.

When Zhong Lizi hugged him and was about to continue kissing, he put a finger against her forehead, and pushed her away from his body indifferently.

Zhong Lizi didn't struggle, and sat obediently beside him, holding his hand with both hands, watching his mouth slump, and was ready to cry happily again.

Jing Jiu said, Don't cry, just talk.

Zhong Lizi sniffled his sore nose, grabbed his hand and said, My illness is cured.

Jing Jiu hummed.

Zhong Lizi was still in agitated mood, and didn't notice that his reaction was too calm. He said, My index is very good now, and the situation is very stable. The professors said that it may be that the previous gene optimization did not completely fail. This time, it was accidentally activated because of something, but they still need to study it.

Jing Jiu said, Congratulations.

The more Zhong Lizi thought about it, the happier he became, and he felt inexplicably sad. Looking at him wronged, he said, I want to hug you at this time, can't I?

Jing Jiu said: This matter has nothing to do with me, what do you do with me, don't try to take advantage of me.

After saying this, he once again found that he had spoken a lot more than when he was in Chaotian Continent.

But to be precise, after Nan Wang burned the corpse in the cave, his words had already started to increase.

Zhong Lizi looked into his eyes and said softly: After meeting you, my life has changed a lot, getting better and better, even such a miracle happened...Of course it has something to do with you.

She stood up, looked at the stars in the night sky, clasped her hands together and said, Tomorrow I will go to the Fire Passing Tower to fulfill my wish, thank the gods for saving me.

Jing Jiu thought to himself that you thanked the wrong person.

Zhong Lizi looked away and said to him, You can go with me.

Jing Jiu said, No.

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the next day.

Jing Jiu leaned against the wall and looked at the fire transmission tower opposite, feeling a little itchy on his back.

It may be due to psychological factors, or it may be due to the gravitational field in the Administration Bureau. You must know that he is naturally sensitive to anything that can threaten him.

The Fire Tower is a multi-storey building, not similar to the Buddhist pagodas in Chaotian Continent, but rather like the auction house in Nanhe Prefecture.

Each floor of this building is smaller than the floor below. The circular window porch welcomes all the wind and believers. You can see the mottled stained glass. If the windows are open, you can see the murals full of sacred meaning from a distance.

He looked at the main hall of the sacrificial hall on the third floor of the Fire Passing Tower. Zhong Lizi sat on a chair with other believers, clasped his hands together, and was being prayed for something devoutly.

There are also many women in Chaotian Continent who can do things like fulfilling wishes. He is no stranger to this. He just came to see the little girl because he didn't have much money and didn't want her to be cheated too much. Of course, the more important thing is that he has other things to deal with.

The side door of the Administration Bureau opened, and several government officials came out in a hurry, one with a drink in his hand.

Jing Jiu remembered very clearly that this drink was served in the straight passage leading to the underground.

A middle-aged man in a thin windbreaker came out with his head bowed, and the golden hair under the brim looked like messy straw.

When the middle-aged man walked past Jing Jiu, he suddenly stopped, looked at him uncertainly, and asked, Is that you?

Jing Jiu hummed.

The blond middle-aged man is Tang Gu, a famous material scientist in the underground laboratory. His eyes were a little blank, and he said: These days, there has been a voice in my heart saying that I should come up to find someone at this time... I am very grateful that this is a kind of consciousness control, but why don't I resist this kind of control?

Jing Jiu said, Since your consciousness is controlled by me, how can you resist this control?

This sentence sounds like nonsense, and if you taste it carefully, it is still nonsense, but it is a need for Zen Buddhism such as Liangxintong.

Even for him, it is very difficult to control an intelligent life for a long time with the two-heart connection, and it needs to be strengthened every once in a while.

Tang Gu asked, What do you want me to do?

Jing Jiu said, Has anyone touched my dossier recently?

Those dossier materials are placed in a dedicated network. If he uses Yungui to monitor for a long time, he needs to write code in it, and he will be discovered sooner or later.

Just like the code he wrote on the battleship, several pieces have been cleared now, but he set it to be sent regularly, and he made enough information bridges in the middle, the alliance military did not follow the clues to find him, and is still in the process of internal self-examination.

Tang Gu shook his head and said, It was originally top-secret information. After the dean came here once, no one asked about it again.

Jing Jiu thought that after Xue Ji found him, he would take her to the Union Academy of Sciences on the main star, and dig behind the dean.

He waved his hand to signal Tang Gu to leave, looking like a bad young student who is unwilling to accept the care of his parents.

When Tang Gu was about to leave, he stopped suddenly, looked at the eyes uncovered by the blue sportswear, hesitated for a while and asked, Can I follow you?

Jing Jiu said, That's what you need, not me.

After saying this, he ignored the person and looked at the building across the street.

Zhong Lizi was talking to a bishop.

It was the bishop who had wanted to preach to him.

That day the bishop once said that following the gods is not what the gods need, but what the believers need.

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In the dead of night, the stars are like water.

Jing Jiu lay on a chair on the terrace, looking at the inconspicuous star at the edge of the sea of ​​stars.

What are you looking at?

Zhong Lizi confirmed that he was wearing clothes, and came out with two cups of tea.

Jing Jiu took a sip from the teacup and confirmed that it was not as good as Gu Qing, but better than Jing Li's daughter-in-law—the tea was not good, and the water temperature was right.

Do you believe in gods?

He heard the bishop's conversation with her very clearly during the day.

Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said, I believe it.

Jing Jiu said, Why?

Zhong Lizi looked at him and said seriously: My lord bishop said that the miracle happened to me recently because I met a great person.

Jing Jiu said, Then.

Zhong Lizi said: You should bring miracles to more people.

Jing Jiu said, For example?

Zhong Lizi said: For example, you are going to run for the priestess?

Jing Jiu glanced at her and said, Female...priest?

Zhong Lizi smiled mischievously, bumped the teacup lightly against the teacup in his hand, and said, You are so beautiful, who can tell your gender.

Jing Jiu said, But I know my gender.

Zhong Lizi now got rid of the shadow of death, showing more of a girl's temperament, raised his eyebrows and said, Does gender matter?

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, It's not important.

For a person who is successful, long-lived, and single-minded, his body and appearance are not important, so why does gender matter?

Of course, this does not mean that he will participate in the selection of priestesses, because those things are even less important.

You haven't said yet, what is there? You often look there... there are no stars.

Zhong Lizi took the tea and walked to the balcony railing, looking somewhere in the night sky.

Jing Jiu said, There are many gods there.

Zhong Lizi felt that he was joking, and was a little dazed thinking about what the bishop said.

Could it be that what happened to me was a miracle?

Her eyes gradually became firmer, and she said, Since you won't go, then I'll go to participate.

This refers to the selection of priestesses.

When she was in the apartment in the underground block, she wanted to be an exchange student at Stargate University, so that she might see the results of the selection of priestesses on the spot.

Now, she decided to participate in the selection of priestesses.

For the silver-haired girl, this is undoubtedly the most courageous and important decision she has made in sixteen years.

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Zhong Lizi made the decision to run for the priestess, mostly because of her sudden improvement in her condition and a full-scale burst of vitality. Of course, it was also related to the conversation between her and the bishop. The words that the bishop said seemed random, but they were just praises to the gods that can often be seen in classics, but they were actually guided very skillfully.

The officials in the court and the gods in the village are best at this kind of thing, far better than the scholars in Yimaozhai, Jing Jiu has a very clear understanding of this.

That night, after putting Zhong Lizi into a deep sleep, he set up the Chengtian Sword Formation and jumped off the balcony.

The wind fell silently, while the wind in the tunnel of the floating train carried whistling crackling noises.

Half a minute later, he arrived at the quietest and most expensive manor area in Shouer City, and found the bishop's home.

The first action of eating is to pick up the chopsticks. Of course, he immediately controlled the network of the villa and disarmed all the defenses.

Just like the plots of those novels in this world, the bishop lived an extremely luxurious life, and his home was truly magnificent. If a child from an underground neighborhood saw such a scene, he would definitely feel extremely angry.

Jing Jiu was a child born in the imperial palace. After living as a fairy for thousands of years, he naturally didn't feel anything. He waved the bishop to fall into a deep sleep, glanced to confirm that there was no self-destruct device in this person's brain, and began to read his memory.

He didn't want the other party to become an idiot, so he only destroyed the Xuanyin sect's soul-searching secret method to the fourth level.

In the perception of the soul-searching secret method, the consciousness of the other party is a fog, and pictures will appear in the fog from time to time, just like the world's popular transcendental stream-of-consciousness novels. Even if you read it directly, it is difficult to see the objective truth.

The breeze slowly drifted out from the thermostat, like the breeze in the prairie, it should be scented with some kind of fragrance.

A ray of sword light emerged from Jing Jiu's eyes, and those fragments of information gradually combined into a complete picture under the double blessing of sword consciousness and dual-heart communication.

He didn't want to peep into the shadow of the bishop's childhood. He just looked at the past few days. He saw the boring and repetitive chants, meetings and sermons, saw the devout faces of many believers, and saw some private things.

Then, he saw a somewhat blurred figure of himself. It was the day the bishop tried to preach to him, and he also felt the bishop's shock and anger.

Obviously, the bishop was stunned by his statement I am God.

There was nothing unusual until a few days ago, the bishop left Shouer City and went to the ground in an aircraft.

There is no picture on the way, he should be sleeping with his eyes closed or meditating to clear his mind.

Jing Jiu thought it was the latter, because when the bishop left the aircraft and walked into the huge building, his mood was peaceful and full of respect and love.

That huge building is like a big mountain, standing in the depths of the grassland, the spire seems to pierce the protective shield of this planet and touch the distant star.

The interior of the building was extremely empty and could accommodate countless believers, but when the bishop walked in, there was no one there.

A gray curtain hangs from the deepest part of the building. It looks like the gray sky is vertically placed here. It is so huge that ordinary people can't even see where the edge is.

The bishop knelt before the gray curtain like an ant against the sky.

A gentle and calm voice came from the curtain, like a decree from the gods from the sky: Go and serve that boy.

The bishop trembled slightly, and said, That blasphemer?

The voice said: God can do everything, since we are looking for him, how can we care about his appearance?

The bishop said in shock, What are you... talking about?

The voice said: What is the last will left before the gods leave?

The bishop bowed his head and said, Looking for a new god.

The voice said, I think...it's him.

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(Ten days ago, after I finished writing that Jing Jiu and Zhong Lizi were watching the primaries for priestesses in the underground district, a friend sent me a message, saying that I definitely wanted to design a plot, let Jing Jiu wear women’s clothing, and fulfill his years of writing dreams... Want to see women’s clothing? There is no door... I like to read, but it doesn’t mean that I like to write. I really can’t write. I suddenly thought of the magic apprentice. I don’t know how Master Lan Jing is doing. I sincerely wish him all the best here.