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Chapter 590 In the Name of Father
Tony Stark: "Is there anyone who can help me kill this thing called Deadpool? If no one can, I will ask again later."

Ge Xiaolun: "Brother Tuo, I think this guy is quite interesting."

Tony Stark: "So you come hang out with this chatty asshole who keeps talking about movie scripts and filming schedules?"

Li Huowang: "Why don't you just let Garen use his Q?"

Tony Stark: "What Q?"

Xiao Yan: "@Ge Xiaolun, make one for him."

"When the time comes, you will play Tony Stark, and I will go to Vought Group to find an actor to play the role of Captain Motherland. I also met a good friend named Van Helsing. After getting drunk that night, I carried him to the bed, stripped him of his clothes, and injected him hard. You must have thought of something wrong, you bad guy~~~"

The chatterbox who thinks he is humorous and tells dirty jokes has been around Stark for a while. For the first time, he understood why so many people wanted to tear his mouth apart (except when watching a movie, when they were harassing other unfortunate people).

"I injected a can of adamantium into his body. Now we have the X-Men. Listen, guys, what is our plan?"

Deadpool looked at Ge Xiaolun who was interrupting him and said, "I'm not interested in those cover girls right now, Mr. Saint Virgin."

"Shut up." Ge Xiaolun uttered two words softly.

In an instant, the world returned to peace.

The bulging veins on Stark's temple slowly disappeared, his teeth loosened slightly, and he said sincerely, "Thank you."

Ignoring Deadpool who was signing, Stark, who didn't want to communicate with him too much, decided to find a quieter place to hide, such as the teahouse over there.
"Don't follow me. The Leiyin Temple does not welcome outsiders." Su Lin walked out of the tea room surrounded by three men and one woman, as if he was shooing away a fly.

Since there was no soundproofing array and not many people spent money to purchase the additional soundproofing VIP service or the separate space VIP service, the quarrel between a few people seemed a bit too noisy when most of the guests were immersed in the meditation scene of enlightenment.

Many people broke away from the state of enlightenment and grasping the truth, and glared at the entrance of the teahouse, where several people were making loud noises and arguing.

Su Lin said, "What heaven or hell? If you are not familiar with me, don't come to me. For something like a chase, I suggest you turn right and look for the Continental Hotel."

"You have to take charge of the after-sales service." Constantine hurriedly followed behind, "I prepared a big gift for Mammon and Gabriel in advance, but now it has been ruined by you. The future has become a mess."

Su Lin laughed when he heard that. "After-sales service? Go play somewhere else. If you don't want to buy a nuclear bomb, get out. I only charge you 6666 yuan for all these weapons. What do you want from a bicycle?"

To others, Su Lin's words might seem a bit inhumane, but the guy in front of him is named John Constantine.

Maybe some people don't know much about this guy, but it doesn't matter. In short, he smokes, drinks, buys prostitutes, gambles, and betrays his teammates, but he is a pretty good scumbag, maybe?

"Be nicer to your big customers." Constantine raised the lighter in his hand, his expression unchanged: "If you had put a manual at the time, none of this would have happened."

"I put them in every box." Su Lin looked him up and down.

Constantine stopped taking out his cigarette and said in a daze: "You really let it go? Then you should have reminded me."

"Do you play StarCraft?"

This shameless guy seems to have caused a big incident of turning demons into angels, and now he has to flee to Zhutian City for refuge.

Devils can only stay in hell, and angels can only stay in heaven.

This is the unchanging rule from the beginning of creation to the present day. Although loopholes can be exploited through possession, hybridization, etc., its essence and most of its abilities should still be in the original place.

This means that when faced with some demons or even devils with extremely terrifying backgrounds and strength, as long as the exorcist finds the corresponding method, they can be expelled back to hell.

After all, allowing only the soul and consciousness to descend to the world, using the human body as a carrier, is the cheapest and most efficient means.

It is equivalent to a bunch of characters with the ability to resurrect and quickly recover health running freely naked on the battlefield. Their physical attribute panels are not much stronger than those of normal humans. Their armor cannot be said to be zero, but it can be said to be non-existent.

Under normal circumstances, demons really don't have to worry about human means. Even if they face sacred objects such as the shroud or relics of a saint, or are more ruthless when facing angels, the most they will suffer is trauma and return to their hometown in hell to soak in the hot springs.

Of course, this is normal.
The special situation is that the paradise on the other side and Su Lin use the same password, and then the demon who used his original face to receive the enlightenment bullet triggered a special mechanism, and most likely the influence of the DC world's paradise was mixed in.

Therefore, under the influence of reasonable mechanisms such as 'Forgive Sins', 'Purification', 'Ascension', 'Open Sesame', and Su Lin's insignificant power, the entity in hell was forcibly pulled to the human transit station and transformed into an angel, and finally ascended to heaven with blessings.

Oh my god, that picture is so beautiful.
"Perhaps you should tell me where those weapons got the blessing from, or pay compensation according to the market price." Just as Constantine finished his words, a pistol was pressed against his forehead.

"I remember you really want to go to heaven. Why don't I help you go to the Eastern Paradise as after-sales compensation?" Su Lin suggested.

Constantine stopped smoking and looked at Su Lin.

"Don't be like this, big guys. Give me Zhao Li some face."

Zhao Li smiled broadly, tentatively putting his index finger in front of the muzzle of the gun: "It is better to resolve a feud than to create one. We are all doing business, and we can make money by being harmonious. Besides, you can't kill anyone in Zhutian City with a gun."

"Shut up! I have tolerated you youngsters for a long time, get out of here!"

boom--!
The Buddha's light tore through the fog in the void and penetrated into the azure sky. Space collapsed like layers of broken glass.

The old man with the cultivation of an immortal looked at the broken hair beside his ear, nodded slightly at Su Lin's posture of pressing the gun, sat down cross-legged again with a gentle smile, and continued to meditate.

"Is that Tang Sanzang? I saw him before when the Qiongqi Pagoda was forcibly opened by the Great Sun Tathagata."

"Which version of Tang Sanzang plays with guns?!"

"The Tang Monk of this era is so fierce"

The voices of discussion began to rise and gradually expanded, but the bright light fell, rays of Buddha's light were sprinkled, and ethereal Buddhist sounds began to echo. Unknowingly, the lives present returned to peace and tranquility in their hearts, no longer disturbed by external things.

"No, Lao Kang, you see I can't stand with you in this matter. This is our own wizard from the East. Can you help me see if this gun can be consecrated?" Zhao Li took out an exquisite Western musket and asked.

"No wonder Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie are looking for you everywhere." Xia Dongqing suddenly realized: "Are you the Tang Sanzang that is being talked about everywhere?"

"The guns you sold me have nothing to do with Buddhism, and you are different from the good-tempered monks here, Master. I just need an answer." Constantine said.

Su Lin said, "I took this out from the holy water of St. Louis Cathedral when I went to study in the West."

Zhao Li was stunned for a moment, then looked at Su Lin in surprise and asked, "Master Sanzang, is the Western Paradise you went to?"

"After I obtain the scriptures, can I go to heaven as an exchange student?" Su Lin glanced at him and said lightly.

"Thank you, keep the nuclear bomb for me." Constantine nodded, his figure began to blur and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Leaving now?" Zhao Li asked puzzledly.

Constantine took them together to look for the person who sold the gun yesterday, but he seemed to retreat when he saw the difficulty, or as if he came here specifically to ask for an answer, and just like that, he left Zhutian City.

Zhao Li was still curious about what kind of gun was so powerful that it could send demons straight from hell to heaven. "Master Sanzang, do you have a gun that is specifically designed to deal with Eastern ghosts? Hey, where are the people?"

Turning around, he saw that Su Lin, who had walked to the front without him noticing, was stopped again.

Su Lin: "."

A man wearing a silver mask was holding a tray covered with red cloth, standing in front of Su Lin.

“This first chapter of ‘The Supreme Art of Forgetting Love’ is presented to you by Yinglong Pagoda.” The man was as graceful as an immortal, with a calm demeanor, as he slowly lifted the red velvet cloth.

Only see the top.
Nothing.

Su Lin: "."

The man was slightly stunned, then he covered the velvet red cloth, looked at Su Lin for a while, and said, "Excuse me, the first chapter of "The Supreme Forgetfulness Art" has been sent out, and the Formless Void can be grafted. Please allow me to use this Formless Relic of the Saha Star Realm as an apology."

Under Su Lin's expectant eyes, he lifted the red cloth again, but there was still nothing on the wooden tray.

Su Lin: "."

Okay, okay, this is how you play, right?
Su Lin thought he had run into the good NPC that Zhongli had mentioned, but this guy made one mistake after another like a magician. He said a bunch of high-sounding terms, but his expectations were dashed again and again.

"How about we prepare again?" Su Lin suggested, "I'll close my eyes and you check again."

The masked man was obviously stunned. He stared at the empty tray, then bowed slightly to Su Lin and took a few steps back.

At this time, Beiwu Zhenxian passed by the masked man and took over the square plate, which contained a branch of coral that looked like jade. He said, "This is a treasure from the sea of ​​suffering of life and death. I give it to you."

There is no breath of life or death, no passage of time, it is like a chaos.

Su Lin looked at the other party and said, "Daoyou is really generous. I wonder what it is for?"

"Don't misunderstand me, fellow Daoist. I am one of the candidates for the city lord of Yinglong Tower in Zhutian City, the True Immortal Beiwu."

Beiwu Zhenxian kept smiling and said loudly: "I like to make friends, especially the outstanding people in the world. This item is just a gift for meeting. Of course, if friends are willing to patronize Yinglong Tower's business after this, it will naturally be great."

It sounds very sincere, and he doesn't try to hide the fact that his purpose is to make friends for business.

Su Lin thought about it, took the interesting coral from the square plate, and then took out a cube of fairy gold and put it in the square plate.

"It's okay to make friends, but it's important to reciprocate."

"Today I really met a few polite friends. Very good. I haven't asked for your names yet?"

Beiwu Zhenxian raised his hand, as if he had not noticed the commotion Su Lin had made before.

He took out a Yinglong token that was similar to the one Su Lin had drawn from the system, with the word "Beiwu" written on it.

Seeing this, Su Lin also took out the identity jade card that Ye Fan gave him, which read: "Gu Yue Otto. Wait..."

Realizing that Xia Dongqing and Zhao Li were approaching from behind, Su Lin rubbed his identity twice and reset the stage name he had been using for years.

"I am a poor monk, Tang Sanzang."

The name on the token is equivalent to a semi-real-name system. It is an identity recognized by himself and the outside world in his life and destiny. His real name, Taoist name, and nickname can all be used.

"It turns out to be Master Xuanzang in person." Beiwu Zhenxian looked down, the smile on his face gradually faded: "The name of Sanzang. Sanzang?"

Zhao Li grabbed Xia Dongqing and Wang Xiaoya's shoulders, pulled them hard so that they turned 180 degrees, and stopped them from turning around and walking away with an expressionless face.

"You're wrong."

There was a roaring fire in the fireplace, the flames dancing and painting the whole room with a warm orange hue.

There are several art paintings hanging on the walls of the room, the flames reflected in the sealed glass, and there are also women on the sofa and.
A man suddenly appeared in the room.

"It's good to see you back, John."

The woman with short wavy golden hair put a spherical ice cube into the hammered glass. The clinking sound of the glass wall and the ice cube colliding mixed with the crackling sound of burning wood, followed by the sound of water flowing as the glass gradually filled up.

"Gabriel"

Constantine picked up the vodka on the table and took a sip. The cold and strong liquor irritated his throat: "Ahem, are you here to help me?"

"It depends on your performance."

She stood up and walked to the side. The bookshelf in front of her extended along one wall, with all kinds of books neatly arranged on it, from classical literature to modern novels, from historical biographies to scientific encyclopedias. The smell of paper and ink mixed with a faint smell of mold.

"John, you've caused so much trouble, there's never been anything like this before."

Gabriel's fingers slid across the back of the book, and finally stopped at the back of a Bible. "They and their minions are looking for you. Only if you tell me everything, I can help you. Of course, you can keep some of your little secrets to yourself."

This shit angel
"Are you scolding me?"

“I am praising you.”

Constantine closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Is Officer Angela okay?"

"She's fine, in a safe place," Gabriel said without turning his head.

"If you use her as a sacrifice, I swear, you and that damn devil will go back to heaven together." Constantine put his hands on the backrest and said coldly: "Then you will go to God in person to explain."

"You do not understand Him, John," Gabriel said.

"He is very tolerant of you. Humans can make mistakes as long as they ask for forgiveness, but He does not care what the world has become. He loves everything equally and is indifferent to everything."

"Inspire true faith in men and make them worthy of His love for you, when that time comes, John."

"You will be redeemed, too."

She opened her Bible and sat down in front of John.

"Tell me, how did you do it?" Gabriel stared at Constantine until he took out several bullets.

"I don't know why this happened, but maybe it has something to do with these bullets soaked in holy water." Constantine looked at him and said, "These are bullets taken out of the holy water in St. Louis Cathedral. You know I'm not lying."

Gabriel held a bullet in his hand and placed it in front of the golden eyes that represented divinity, observing it carefully. A hint of doubt and confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.

Constantine noticed that the other party was distracted, frowned and called out: "Gabriel?"

There was no reaction. She just stared at the bullet as if she was in a trance. The fingers of her right hand began to tremble slightly, and the amplitude began to increase until an indescribable fear appeared on her face.

"Father?"

(End of this chapter)