I have a room in Huangquan

For a while, I felt extremely aggrieved, but after thinking about it, I felt that what Pangpang said was not unreasonable.

In his struggle, he asked Pangpang: "Could it be that there is no other way to let the so-called gods handle it at will?"

"Yes!" Pangpang seemed to have an answer to this question long ago.

But instead of answering directly, he told a story.

"At the beginning of the beginning of the Shinto, there was a nameless man who only wanted to be with music in his life, but his clansmen were killed, so he raised his giant ax and stepped into the battlefield. He was invincible, and even violated the emperor In the end, he was beheaded by the gods, but he used his breasts as eyes and his navel as his mouth, and went all the way up to the Heavenly Court until he severely injured the Heavenly Emperor and fell off the altar, causing the Heavenly Court to change hands and the Jade Emperor to ascend to the throne. This guy is the answer .”

"You're talking about Xing Tian!" Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, the story was very familiar, as if he had heard his son tell it before.

"Yes, if it really comes to the time of the gods, fish, meat and sentient beings, someone among the sentient beings will stand up and become the next Xingtian. Even if the final result cannot change the world, it will be enough to wake up the world."

Ding Xiaoyi pondered for a while, and said curiously: "But you can't always pin your hopes on Xing Tian."

Pangpang smiled at this, and put his hands together: "Of course, if sheep are content with the status quo, they can only become lambs waiting to be slaughtered, but the world is vast, and the way of heaven is not ruthless. It always leaves a way to make progress, which is enough to make people Jumping out of the three realms, not in the five elements, like my Buddha Amitabha, like the Daoist Sanqing, like the Yin Cao Emperor Youshan."

"Emperor?" He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the emperor to be among them.

But he probably understood what Fatty meant.

Just like the sentence I saw in Mao Xuan, where there is oppression, there is resistance.

It may be unfair that the gods rule the way of heaven, but they are more or less acting within the framework of the treaty, but if there are no gods, then all things will have no restraints and will only be in chaos.

If you are dissatisfied with the constraints set by these gods, then try to break through yourself and make yourself stronger. When you become stronger to a certain extent, you will be able to change the rules like Amitabha.

Thinking of this, he also untied a lot of knots in his heart, and finally released the Zhanshentai, and took out the so-called divine treasures on it to Pangpang.

These divine treasures carry the power of the gods, and you only need to put them into your own altar of the gods to obtain the authority of the gods.

"Amitabha, Ding benefactor can understand the righteousness and merit is immeasurable. The poor monk pays my respects on behalf of all living beings."

Pangpang clasped his hands together, and carefully put away these divine treasures.

"Hehe, the merit is immeasurable? Then what do you do when you look at the thing on my head??"

Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the backlog of karma above his head, it was like a dark cloud covering the top of his head, even the brilliant Buddha light on Mount Sumeru could not penetrate it.

Every time I look up, I feel an inexplicable sense of fear in my heart.

"This is karma, and karma is added to the body. Even the gods will fall into the underworld and will not be reborn forever. Although the poor monk has a wonderful method, but the donor's karma is as huge as a mountain, and the poor monk can do nothing. I only hope that the donor can be reborn under the underworld. Chance."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes widened: "What's wrong, after all the feelings, you still want to kill me?"

"Of course, the benefactor will not die, and this catastrophe will continue. All the source is only on the benefactor. As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must be untied."

The corner of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth twitched, just as he was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was a sharp buzzing sound in the sky, as if the heavens were crying, and a star that was shining with strange light suddenly faded away.

It wasn't that there was a god in charge, it was more like something forcibly covered the light, causing the star to quickly dim in the starry sky, and even showed signs of disappearing.

Seeing this, the expression on Chubby's face suddenly changed, he pinched his fingers, his face was full of anger, he tapped the golden bowl on the table lightly with his fingers, and with the crisp sound of the bowl, he scolded: "Where is the monster, how dare you damage the divine way! "

Chapter 7 Another page of the diary

The stars in the sky were gloomy, and the stars representing the gods continued to be extinguished rapidly, and then disappeared into the vast starry sky.

That is not the characteristic of being a god, it is more like destroying this god and never existing in the world.

Seeing this scene, Fatty was startled and angry, and the sound of his roar shook the world, making everyone aware that something was wrong.

"No phase!"

As an insider, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flickered, knowing that Wuxiang must have done it.

However, he didn't tell Pang Pang about the nonsense, because even if Pang Pang talked about hype, he firmly believed in his heart that even if there were no so-called gods, human beings would not go to destruction.

Giving him those so-called divine treasures was just to help him out of the friendship of his old friends. As for whether the divine way will be destroyed because of this, it has nothing to do with him.

He glanced at the huge piece of karma above his head. This piece of karma is constantly surging at the moment. According to Fatty, this piece of karma will strike on his head like a divine sword by tomorrow morning at the latest.

If it is said who the only person he is worried about right now is Yuniang, without a doubt, if the Shinto is really destroyed, it will have no effect on her.

But for this question, Pang Pang did not answer himself. He glanced at Ding Xiaoyi and said earnestly: "It will be dawn in a few hours, cherish this time."

After all, Pangpang jumped into the starry sky, apparently to prevent Wuxiang and the others from interfering in the Shinto.

"what happened?"

Everyone in the alliance raised their heads and looked at the starlight that was constantly fading, and couldn't help whispering.

In Beiman College, all the teachers and students looked dignified. It is said that if the divine way is really destroyed, it may not necessarily be a bad thing for all living beings.

But for some reason, everyone felt a very bad premonition.

At this moment, Chen Lao's cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be Ding Xiaoyi's call.

It turned out that after Fatty left, Ding Xiaoyi was sitting on the top of the mountain, taking out his mobile phone and flipping through the numbers on it.

First, he called Yuniang's phone number, but he couldn't get through. He guessed that she should be in a certain shrine at the moment.

Then he called his son's phone, but he couldn't get through.

Called Liao Qiu, but the line was actually busy.

After that, the bad old man and Tutu were all busy, and no one replied to me even if I sent a message in the group.

In desperation, he had no choice but to call Mr. Chen. After pressing the dial button, the beeping sound from the phone made him feel relieved. It didn't take long before he heard Mr. Chen's anxious inquiry.

"Little B, where are you??"

Old Chen's voice made Ding Xiaoyi inexplicably feel at ease. For this old man, he was full of respect and kindness in his heart.

"Mount Sumeru."

He briefly told Mr. Chen about his current situation. When he learned that Ding Xiaoyi was about to die after tonight, Mr. Chen's expression on the phone suddenly became ugly, and even his voice became hoarse and blurred.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't it death? Forget it, the following are all our people."

Ding Xiaoyi comforted Mr. Chen, in an understatement tone, as if he didn't take the problem that he was going to the end of his life to heart.

Yes, is death terrible? ?

It may be scary for others, but for Ding Xiaoyi, it may just be a different way of life.

Think about life for a hundred years, but you can live forever in the vast underworld after death.

So, if it is understood in reverse, can it be understood that the ghosts in the dead city are the original form of human beings, and they have been transformed into another form through reincarnation, but this form cannot be maintained for a long time?

While thinking wildly, Ding Xiaoyi hung up the phone.

Looking at the beautiful mountains and rivers in front of him, it seems that only at this time did he start to seriously think about the seriousness of death to him.

Is death a loss to oneself?

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no loss at all, but for some reason, he still feels uneasy, even fearful.

In a trance, the howling of beasts down the mountain suddenly quieted down.

Ding Xiaoyi's shoulders sank intuitively, and a white palm was placed on his shoulders: "Actually, Netherland is not as desolate as you think, and the world is not as glamorous as you see."

The familiar voice made Ding Xiaoyi's pupils tighten. He wanted to turn around but couldn't move his body. He asked in surprise, "Why is he here?"

A black shadow appeared behind him, and immediately sat down quietly: "Your grandfather and I once made a bet, and I lost. At that time, he said that he would leave you a legacy, besides the house, There's something."

The black shadow gradually became clear, revealing the face of the Great Emperor. He placed his hands on Ding Xiaoyi's shoulders, sensing something carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, there was a sense of relief between his brows.

He slowly took out a small bottle from his sleeve and handed it to him, while withdrawing the palm on his shoulder.

"what is this?"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the bottle and couldn't help becoming suspicious.

"Poison, if you feel that the process of being defeated by karma is too painful, then use this. After eating it, it will look like falling asleep."

The emperor said calmly, as if what he handed out was not poison, but a bottle of jelly beans.

He stared at the emperor with a strange look on his face, and his expression seemed to say: "My dear grandfather asked you to feed me poison? Is that my dear grandfather? I believe you!"

The emperor was not surprised by his expression, in fact, if it wasn't because things deviated from his preset track.

Before Ding Xiaoyi died, he didn't plan to see Ding Xiaoyi again. After he died, everything was a foregone conclusion, and it was up to him whether he liked it or not.

But the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. Maybe it should be said that the little ghost Ding Peng made him a fool. When he came out of the Netherland, he realized that something was wrong, but when he turned around, he found that someone had completely sealed the Netherland.

The person who can do this knows who he is without even thinking about it.

Realizing that the deceived Emperor could have returned to Netherland from another place, but he still chose to meet Ding Xiaoyi, after all, he was still worried that there would be a change in Ding Xiaoyi.

"Eat this poison, and when you wake up again, the vast Netherland will be your grandfather's legacy."

After the emperor finished speaking, he took out a box, gently wiped the dust that did not exist on it, and opened the box.

He slowly took out a note from inside and handed it to Ding Xiaoyi.

"Believe it or not, the content on this piece of paper was written by your grandfather himself."

Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the note and immediately recognized that it was a torn chapter from Grandpa's diary.

He took the note with suspicion, and after unfolding it, he saw that it was the handwriting he was familiar with.

Chapter 7 The Last Bet

February 95, 2, Union Calendar.

Today we fished for a day at the beach, well, this old ghost caught a special sea fish, and we sat on the beach and roasted this big fish while drinking beer.

Later I learned that this fish is called oil fish mnb

The old ghost told me that he was going to leave.

I asked him where he was going, and he said he was going to a place that should have been there a long time ago, and that was his home.

I was very curious about the place he was referring to, so I asked him, since I should have gone a long time ago, why haven't I gone yet?

His answer was not creative at all, and it really was for women.

But what he meant was that there were more than ten years before he left, and he was gone, but he needed someone to take his place.

In return, this person can obtain the same status, power, and even immortality as himself.

He admitted that, in fact, if it weren't for some special reasons, he wouldn't even be able to appear in this world as he is now.

Hehe, I suddenly understood why he likes making big swords so much.

Maybe it's because I drank too much beer, but it's not. I suddenly felt a growling in my stomach.

At this time, I was so blessed in my mind that I took the initiative to make a bet with this bastard

Mosaic

I won that day, I lost that day

Ding Xiaoyi, who doesn't know what an oily fish is, looked at this diary with a dewy look on his face. Did he win or lose? ?

He felt that instead of letting him understand what happened, this diary made him even more confused, and looked up at the emperor beside him.

"so what??"

"So your grandpa won. After taking this pill, go back with me. After you go back, you will be the master of Youshan and the ruler of Hades."

When these words came out of the emperor's mouth, Ding Xiaoyi's first reaction was whether this guy was a fake.

But there are fragments of this diary, if not for the emperor himself, who would have gotten the fragments.

"What about this thing?" Ding Xiaoyi pointed to the piece of karma above his head.

"What do you do with it, follow me back, you are the ruler of the Netherland, and any karma blessing you is just icing on the cake."

"The icing on the cake?"

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became suspicious. Looking at the bottle in the emperor's hand, Ding Xiaoyi hesitated, and took the bottle in his hand, but he didn't eat it as the emperor thought.

Instead, he asked rhetorically, "Before I eat it, I have three questions."

"Ask!" The emperor frowned slightly.

"First, since Netherland is so good, why don't you stay and continue to be your great emperor?"

This is a very sensitive question. If it is really as the emperor said, this throne is enough for countless people to fight for it. Sitting in this position is equivalent to an invincible existence. Why should he give up?

However, the emperor looked extremely relaxed about this question, and said two words indifferently: "Go home!"