This Damned Thirst for Survival - Chapter 213

However, Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu didn’t receive Jiang Luo’s feelings. They came around in the afternoon and left in the dark reluctantly.

In order to prevent the fatalists from discovering that this was a game, Lu Yiyexun and the others had left the Jokhang Temple one after another a few days ago.

Seror came back from the window, “Jiang, they are gone, now it’s just me and you.”

Jiang Luo held his cheeks boredly, “Yes, it’s the two of us.”

Seyol will still work these days and nights, and while it’s still early, he hastily lay down in bed to make up for sleep.

Jiang Luo couldn’t sleep, he went to toss Ge Wuchen again, especially when he saw Ge Wuchen daring to be angry but not speaking.

But after a while, someone applied to add Jiang Luo’s WeChat friend. Jiang Luo hasn’t agreed yet, and the WeChat friends have automatically passed.

Jiang Luo raised his brows and grinned twice, already knowing who the other party was.

Sure enough, the other party sent a sentence: [Tengbi’s date of death is for you, you come out to see me tonight. 】

I just met yesterday, okay?

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes, [Tengbi died to save me. Since you know the date of his death, why don’t you take it out in advance. 】

The other side said: [I also just found it. 】

It turns out that he was away not only to devour the ghost and restore the spirit, but also to find the date of Tengbi’s death.

Jiang Luo gave him an emoticon that was bigger than a thumb.

The evil spirit ordered: [Come out and see me. 】

Jiang Luo refused, and smiled with a smile on the appetite of the evil spirits, [You lose to Wenrenlian and them, remember to give the prize to others in time. Perhaps the faster you give, the sooner I can calm down. 】

At about one o’clock in the morning, Heiwuchang suddenly appeared in the room, holding a mourning stick and a soul-locking chain in his hand. When he saw Jiang Lu, he nodded slightly, “Master Jiang.”

Jiang Luo smiled and took three incense sticks from the side and put them on Heiwuchang, “Brother Hei, when you finish your work tonight, can you please go find Wenrenlian and Ge Zhu? They have already gotten Teng. It’s Bi’s death date.”

Black impermanence nodded: “Naturally.”

After receiving the incense, he passed the ecstasy chain to Seror. Serol opened his eyes and yawned, restored all his memories, his eyes looked sad, and he waved to Jiang Luo resignedly, and kept up with the black impermanence, “Jiang, don’t leave me a lamp, I guess I’ll be back in the morning… …”

Seyol was right, he didn’t come back until the dawn. Jiang Luo stayed up all night, and when the agreed time was reached, he quietly went up the mountain from the back door.

At five o’clock in the morning, Master Chengde deliberately called his friends to pick the morning dew.

Friends laughed that he was playing fancy when he was old. Master Chengde laughed loudly, “When the dew is enough, take it to make tea for you, just make the top tea that I hid in the bookcase!”

Dao Chang Fuchen, a friend of Master Chengde who has always liked to make fun of Master Chengde, touched his beard and immediately answered: “What is a good day today, the sun has come out from the west? Are you guys willing to take out your baby tea for us to drink?”

Someone really looked up to the west, “Let me see if the sun really rises from the west… Wait! What, what is that?!”

Everyone looked up to the west.

The water vapor was heavy this morning, and the sky was a bit gloomy. The clouds and mists on the top of the mountain were overlapped and stained with a grayish color. Under normal circumstances, they could not even see the top of the mountain. But everyone was stunned to watch the golden light shimmering in the clouds, hiding in the clouds and mist.

“That’s, that’s—”

The dragon’s head protruded into the clouds and mist, and disappeared again. The golden dragon’s tail swayed gently, meandering. Someone screamed: “That’s a dragon!”

Master Cheng De’s face was also pale, and his eyes were full of ecstasy and shock. He knew what Jiang Luo would do, but he didn’t expect such a shocking effect when he saw it with his own eyes. He shook his fingers and said, “There are still people sitting on the dragon!”

The people who were reminded found that there was a faint figure on the golden dragon, but they were too far away from the ground, only a black spot was visible, and the eyes of the floating dust were dry and sour, “Someone can sit on the dragon’s body. … Isn’t this a god?”

Master Cheng De was immediately indebted to Dao Chen Fuchen, and wanted to pour you more cup of tea after a while. He said with tears in his eyes: “If I am a god, I can see this scene when I grow up to this age. It’s really worthy of death!”

After saying it, I will pray for a long time.

The others immediately followed and worshiped, their expressions became more and more frenzied, and they talked about it, “Which ancestor has come down?”

“Would you like to set a table to enshrine golden dragons and gods?”

“Golden Dragon is coming to us! It’s coming!”

The golden dragon rushed down from the sky at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, it smashed into an empty temple farthest away from the crowd like a huge boulder. Everyone was shocked into pieces of wood. Master Chengde suddenly ran in that direction, “That’s my newly built temple in Jokhang Temple. Before I had time to invite the Buddha statue in, the golden dragon descended into the temple with the gods, quickly, Let’s go and see!”

When the people who were already dumbfounded heard this, they ran after him quickly. Master Cheng De is a big fat man. He was able to run in the front at the beginning, and finally watched one by one his friends run past him, rushing forward with excitement like the dog released from the cage. Dao Chang’s legs walked fast, and he quickly threw him behind.

The group hurried to the gate of the temple. Master Chengde chased after him breathlessly. He was pushed to the forefront by the crowd and urged: “Chengde, this is your place, so you have to ask. Knock on the door, let’s see how it is inside!”

As soon as Master Cheng De was about to speak, an invisible power came from the temple.

This force is extremely thick and powerful, with a kind of generous and kind divinity, like sea water, it erodes from the temple to the surroundings in an instant.

Someone who knew the Fate Man murmured: “This feels so much like the Fate Man…”

Grandmaster Chengde knelt on the ground with his legs weakened, tears and nose streaming down, “I didn’t expect a **** to come to my Jokhang Temple, hurry, go and ask the abbot!”

The abbot arrived quickly. He and Master Chengde excitedly helped each other into the temple, and quickly walked out. The two of them knelt in front of the temple and cried. The words affirmed everyone’s guess that there was indeed one. The true **** has come.

The crowd was in an uproar.

On the same day, the news that the Jokhang Temple had come to the wild gods spread quickly like a scorching grassland. From the second day, a large number of people went to the Jokhang Temple to worship the true god.

However, the true **** doesn’t see people very much, and doesn’t like being disturbed by others. But even if you can’t see the true god, there are still an endless stream of worshippers, and they are already very satisfied if they are fortunate enough to worship the true god.

…

North, ice cave.

The fatalist slowly opened his eyes and looked at the shikigami who reported the news, “You said, there is a true **** coming from the Jokhang Temple?”

The Jokhang Temple is the starting point for the fatalists to become gods, and the fatalists have always sent people to monitor the Jokhang Temple.

Shikishinto: “More than one person saw the true **** descend on the golden dragon in the Jokhang Temple.”

The fatalist closed his eyes again.

Frost cast a thin layer of snow on his eyelashes.

Water droplets dripping from the corners in the ice cave from time to time, falling into the stagnant water on the ground, like the heart of a fatalist, ripples have appeared.

Fate people really want to become gods.

For two hundred years, he has used countless methods, but the distance from becoming a **** is always close to the door, and there is a huge barrier in front of the destiny, so that the destiny will always be unable to cross it.

As long as it has something to do with God, even if it is a dangerous place, the fatalists will take a look. This trip to the Jokhang Temple, he has decided to go.

only……

The fatalist sighed softly.

Since being sucked away by Jiang Luo half of the power of worship, the Fate Man has not appeared in front of people in his real form.

This trip is destined to be full of crises, not only because the fate has become weaker, but also because someone will definitely set up crises to kill him.

Chi You is no longer a threat to fate. But Jiang Luo did not die, not only did he not die, Jiang Luo had become the living dead.

The fatalist thought about it, but laughed inexplicably. He stood up, “Then go and see.”

It didn’t take long for the fatalist to arrive at the Jokhang Temple.

But instead of entering the Jokhang Temple, he took the shikigami to a nearby mountain and looked at the temples in the Jokhang Temple condescendingly.

I haven’t returned to the Jokhang Temple for a long time, and the fatalist is quite relieved, “The vicissitudes of life, the Jokhang Temple has become better and better after I left, completely changed its appearance.”

Shiki pointed to the temples on the north and south sides, “The temple where the golden dragon and the true **** descended.”

The fatalist nodded and stretched out his fingers to count.

If the opponent is a god, divination and god-related things will only backfire on oneself. The fatalists are cautious, and divination is more ambiguous.

Is there a **** in the temple?

This divination took several times as long as the fatalist’s usual divination. One hour later, the fatalist’s fingers stopped, and a fanatical fire suddenly lit up in his eyes.

The answer is yes.

The Jokhang Temple actually descended to the true god!

The fatalist looked at the temple with scorching eyes, and immediately turned and went down the mountain.

He walked quickly towards the Jokhang Temple, and the abbot and Master Chengde were already waiting at the door. When they saw the Fate, they were not surprised. Instead, they were respectful, more than estranged, and politely said: “The Fate, why are you here?”

The fatalist thought it was the true **** who had divined his whereabouts, and smiled mildly, “I heard that the true **** descended at the Jokhang Temple, of course I came to visit the true god.”

Master Chengde smiled bitterly: “After this **** came to our temple, he has never seen a person. If you want to see him, I’m afraid it will not be easy.”

“If it’s really that easy to see God, I won’t have to search for years in the past,” the fatalist didn’t care, “I’m ready.”

The abbot’s father took him to the temple, and Master Chengde introduced the changes in the Jokhang Temple in the past few decades to the fate. On the way, passing by the burnt-in ruins of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the fatalist paused and glanced sideways before moving on.

Master Cheng De followed: “The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has not been rebuilt. First, the scriptures are not enough to support a Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the other is that this pile of ruins can be kept, which can always remind us of what Ge Wuchen did. “

He snorted coldly, and said bitterly: “If I could go back to that time, I would rather kill him than let him burn the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and his masters and uncles!”

The abbot master said solemnly: “Chengde!”

Master Chengde sighed, waved his hands and said nothing more.

Before long, they walked to the temple where the true **** descended. Master Cheng De smiled and said: “Knowing that you are coming, I have already scattered the pilgrims who came to worship. If you can really see the true god, you must tell us what is the difference between gods and us ordinary people!”

The fatalist looked at the temple, smiled and said, “Nature.”

Master Chengde closed the door of the temple after the fatalist walked in, leaving a separate space for the fatalist.

In the room.

Serol was too nervous, he closed his mouth tightly, and followed Jiang Luo and looked at the phone screen.

Jiang Luo listened to the action outside with his ears erected, and the corners of his mouth curled up to chat with Seror by typing.

[This angle is good. The four cameras in the southeast, northwest and northwest took him closely. 】

The most advanced invisible camera given by the country has clear images, large transmission range, fast speed and extremely stable signal.

Serel snickered, [Jiang, is he really more than two hundred years old? Looks so young. 】

Jiang Luo said: [He can be your ancestor. 】

The fatalist took three incense sticks and lit them, bowed them with flowing water, and inserted them into the incense burner.

After doing this, he smiled and looked at the closed wooden door and asked, “What do you call an adult?”

Jiang Luo said nothing.

Fate people know that gods are different from mortals, even if he is a false god, in the eyes of real gods, he is only slightly better than mortals. The destiny is humble. He hasn’t made this posture of a younger generation for a long time, but when faced with the opportunity to become a god, let alone respectful. go with.

He kept the posture of bowing down and worshiping God, and this worship was fully worshipped until dark, and worshipped to the black impermanence.

The fatalist saw Heiwuchang walk into the room with his own eyes, and his eyes were brighter. He was even more sure that the true God in the room was worthy of the name.

The fate will never let go of the opportunity to get the guidance of the true god.

After a while, an indifferent voice came from the room, “I’m going to rest.”

Fate and humanity: “The younger generation will come back tomorrow for advice.”

The voice in the room said faintly: “When you understand how to worship God, come here again.”

The fatalist retreated, frowning slightly.

Master Chengde has prepared a rest room for him. The fatalist returned to the room and asked the shikigami around him, “How did you worship me?”

The shikigami is unknown, so, “Kneel on the ground and give you incense…”

The fatalist is thoughtful.

At 8 o’clock in the morning the next morning, Jiang Luo’s temple door was opened. The fatalist stepped in on time and asked Shikishen to close the door and guard it outside. He walked to Jiang Luo’s closed door.

Jiang Luo stared straight at the screen, eagerly wanting to know what the destiny would do.

Seyol worked all night, it would be too sleepy to open his eyes, but in order to watch a good show, he just opened his eyelids with his hands and followed Jiang Luo and looked at the screen excitedly.

Surrounded by four invisible cameras, the Fate Man knelt on the ground quite calmly.

At the moment when his knee fell, Jiang Luo quickly cut the picture with his eyes and hands, quickly sent it to the class group, and sent it to Chi You with the words.

The picture is a scene of the Fate Man kneeling on the ground, with the word “Fate Man Happy New Year to you. jpg”.