The black-robed monk and the old man listened to the words of the god with respectful faces.
They dared not have the slightest doubt about the history told by the god.
That was a true myth.
The past and the truth told by the god.
Until the divine nature was hidden and restrained, the old man bowed respectfully again, and then put away the geisha doll. The monk raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, sighed, and said:
"As expected of the Lord God, just the breath revealed is already a little unbearable for this poor monk."
"Such a great power, I think with the blessing of the gods, you will be able to return to our country smoothly."
The monk looked at the things on the old man's stall, paused, and said: "You just said that you want to bury the "disaster" on the land of Shenzhou, and when the time is right, you will detonate them all. I wonder if there are any results?"
The old man knocked on his pipe and said lightly: "Of course there are."
Seeing that the monk seemed curious, the old man took out an upside-down bowl and threw it out. A person appeared here alive. If someone saw it, it would definitely be a big shock, but this place seemed to be covered by some kind of magic, and the pedestrians around could not find it.
He was a young man in his twenties, with a handsome appearance, but only the whites of his eyes were left, and his face was stained with black air, like a swarm of insects crawling on his neck and face, looking extremely strange and ominous.
The old man replied: "Not everyone is qualified to become a disaster."
"If you want to be infected and affected by the spirits in the ancient objects, you must also be qualified. In other words, the qualifications of cultivation must reach a certain level. Haha... If you don't practice, even if you have the qualifications, as you get older, your meridians will be fixed, and your spirituality will slowly become ordinary. So it is found that most of those who are qualified to bear disasters are children."
The monk asked curiously: "Is this one the same?"
The old man said: "No, this is an exception. This is originally a cultivator from Shenzhou. "
"If you know anything about the practitioners in this land, you should have heard of their highest classics, which are seven volumes of heavenly books called the Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Books."
The old man said: "This is a cultivator who practices in the Taiping Department."
"He is the deputy of a certain contemporary commander."
......
"Taiping Department?"
The black-robed monk looked at the young man who had obviously lost his mind and was like a puppet in surprise, and said in surprise: "Although I don't know much about the cultivation system of Shenzhou, since he is a Taoist who practices in the Taiping Department, his cultivation should not be too bad. Is he so easily controlled?"
"It's certainly not easy to control him."
"But if they have their own people to help, it will be very easy."
The old man said slowly:
"The Taoist master of their Taiping tribe is an old acquaintance of mine. When he was not yet successful, I sold him some things. But after that, he claimed to be a famous sect, and his contacts with old friends like us became less and less. In the past few years, we haven't seen each other once."
"Until a while ago, for some reason, his usual magical power, the Yellow Turban The protective spell of the strong man was actually backfired, and he was seriously injured. He came to me with injuries and asked me to help him. Haha... His cultivation is naturally far beyond my current level, but there are some things that only I can do. "
"So we made a deal."
"Deal?"
"Yes, he provided me with the carrier of "disaster", and I will give him a spiritual object to speed up his recovery."
"This is a very cost-effective deal. He doesn't know my identity. I'm afraid he thinks I'm just a crooked cultivator from their Shenzhou, and he roughly guessed my purpose. But he still underestimated me. There have been many strange phenomena in Shenzhou recently, and there are news that the whole nation is planning to start practicing. "
"You must never underestimate the mobilization ability of this land."
"So I must let enough disasters break out in Shenzhou before this happens, interfere with and slow down their speed of popularizing magic. Hehe... There are also disadvantages to having too many people, and it is difficult to unite people's hearts."
"The people of Shenzhou once said that there will be brave men under great rewards. You only need to pay some insignificant prices to encourage some influential people in society to jump out and oppose The effect of the popularization of spiritual practice in Shenzhou will be ten times or even a hundred times greater than the price we paid. "
"And the speed of restoring trust is much slower than the destruction."
The black-robed monk suddenly realized and smiled, "So that's how it is. There is never a shortage of such people in the world."
"They only care about the immediate interests, but don't know what the premise is for them to think about the benefits calmly."
"This is really a wonderful strategy."
The wrinkles on the old man's face were slightly relaxed, and he pointed to the drowsy Taiping Dao monk next to him, He said:
"This is just the initial 'deposit'. It has been hit by the soul-stealing spell."
"You have just arrived in Shenzhou and don't know anything. This puppet has lost its memory and the ability to think for itself, but it is still usable. I will give it to you."
The monk was surprised, and then put his hands together and thanked him: "Thank you, layman."
The old man took out a bell and gave it to the monk, saying: "This is a soul-calling bell. Use it to drive him. Give orders and he will obey your requirements to do things. You might as well give it a try."
"But I don't understand Shenzhou. The language of the state."
"It doesn't matter. This kind of magic is naturally driven by one's own thoughts, and language is just auxiliary."
The black-robed monk nodded, then took the bell, shook it according to the spell, and silently said in his heart:
"Soul-calling slave, listen to the order quickly!"
The dim color of sunset appeared in the distance. The young monk seemed to move, but he was not as free as the old man in the past. A mixture of ferocious and confused expressions appeared on his face. He was controlled by the soul-stealing spell. The past, memory, and emotions seemed to be mashed into a pool of mud.
He didn't know who he was now. Sometimes he recalled his childhood, and sometimes he seemed to have turned into a beast.
There was a clear defect in self-cognition ability.
The black-robed monk shook the magic weapon and said:
"Soul-calling slave, listen to the order quickly!"
Still no response.
The monk frowned, unable to hold back his expression, stepped forward, and shouted:
"Hurry up and listen to the order!"
This time, the controlled deputy commander raised his head, his eyes turned white, and his face was full of evil.
His tone was grim.
"Japanese pirates?!"
......
The thoughts of this Taoist who had devoted himself to the evil way seemed to be condensed. Even if he didn't know who he was, he at least felt the disgust rising from his heart. In the next moment, he stepped forward and rushed forward. The black-robed monk who was close at hand had no time to resist, and was pierced through the waist and abdomen by his palm.
Then the old man wanted to resist, and the Taoist relied on this ray of bravery, opened his teeth, and bit the old man's throat.
The two Fuso Japanese pirates, one old and one young, fell down.
The young man was shocked, as if he had broken free from the restraints and control.
His mind was clear.
He quickly dealt with the situation here, and then quickly ran away.
He ran all the way and ran home in one breath.
He really ran for a long, long time.
When he opened the door, he saw his elderly mother, his wife and children. He relaxed and smiled. His mother, wife and children were surprised that he came back suddenly and asked him why he didn't practice Taoism. The man said sincerely:
"I won't practice Taoism anymore. I will stay at home in the future."
"I will be filial to you and take care of you..."
He took off his Taoist robe, applied for a job, and did the jobs that he had always looked down upon.
Every day when he returned home, there were hot meals made by his wife, his mother's exhortations, and lively and cute children. He felt that this kind of life was more real and more realistic than following the leader of the Taiping Dao before.
However, he didn't notice that the wall clock seemed to have never turned off.
......…
The strong smell of blood filled his nose,
The Taoist's body fell stiffly to the ground.
The blood on the ground had almost turned black, and it had already solidified before it flowed out.
The soul-calling bell fell to the ground, stained with traces of blood.
The black-robed monk lowered his head and saw that his monk's robe was torn at the chest. His face was pale. If he had reacted a little slower, it might not just be his clothes that were torn. He exhaled a little, looked at the Taoist lying on the ground, and fear was in his eyes.
A white light emerged from the geisha doll.
In the white light, strands of light sank into the Taoist's seven orifices, making the Taoist look more and more confused. His body was still bleeding heavily, but his face showed a feeling of happiness and intoxication, which made people feel extremely weird.
"Life is fifty years long, like a dream and an illusion."
The old man's brows relaxed, as if he was chanting in a low voice, and he was also explaining to the monk: "The gods control people's five colors and five desires, and can make people sink into illusions, but these illusions are all from the past and memories of this person, and therefore, it is easier for people to sink."
"Everyone has things that they can't get, can't let go, and have resentment and hatred, and love and separation."
"Bind your own hands and feet, and draw a line on the ground as a prison."
"This is the ultimate illusion."
The old man took out a bowl, covered the Taoist who was sinking into the illusion and the past, and let him fend for himself, and the young monk was frightened by this. , and also felt a chill on his back. The old man smiled and took out something from his arms, which was an ancient talisman, and handed it to the monk, saying:
"Okay, I didn't control it well this time."
"This thing is the token of the leader of the Taiping Dao."
"Take this thing and go to him, and say that you know me and I sent you."
"He will naturally give you some good things as compensation. Of course, you can also keep this thing for yourself. The ancient talismans of Shenzhou, especially those from the Age of Gods, naturally have their own value."
The monk was still in shock. When he saw the ancient talisman, he showed a little joy on his face. After thanking him, he took the talisman.
He looked at it carefully and put away the talisman that seemed to be from the Three Kingdoms era.
After saying goodbye to the old man again, he left. This time, in addition to wanting to find the old man, he also wanted to find some Buddhist scriptures, hoping to repeat the experience of "seeking scriptures" in the past. However, the true scriptures he hoped for this time were not words, but the power of Shenzhou that condensed into relics.
"Amitabha..."
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The monk left.
And the old man was still setting up the stall alone.
It was already past six o'clock.
In a little while, there should be students and children passing by here.
The true spirit was not blinded and could be a carrier of "disaster".
He looked at the things on the stall and thought silently, when should he send all these disasters away completely? By then, he should be able to return to Sakurajima. He had not returned to his shrine for more than fifty years. At this time, footsteps sounded slightly, and the old man raised his eyes, with no ripples in his dim eyes.
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