All Heavens Gou Xian

The corner of Zhou Mingrui's mouth twitched. If he ate a melon, he could eat it all over himself.

However, he was also curious about the answer.

Luo Feng also looked at Zhou Mingrui, and asked a simple question: "What card is this?"

Zhou Mingrui, who is a keyboard mystic, replied without thinking: "Fool..."

Before the words fell, the three people in the tent laughed at the same time.

That's right, this is the card of the fool, how can a fool be a wise man.

Other cards are likely to become wise, only the Fool can not, because he is 'Mr. Fool'.

An idiot who gave up his own life and reason for the sake of others.

Smiling and laughing, both Amanisis and Luo Feng calmed down, only Zhou Mingrui shuddered, feeling something was wrong.

An absurd thought rose in his heart: "Couldn't this be my fate?"

Amanisis didn't give him a chance to think, and continued to shuffle the cards, drawing out many, many cards, and asked, "These gentlemen, are they wise?"

Luo Feng didn't even give an expression, stood up and sneered: "These are mediocre people, I don't want to mention their names."

Amanisis put away the Tarot cards, raised his head and his pupils were like stars shining in the dark night, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "These gentlemen are not wise."

"Who do you think is the real wise man?"

Luo Feng looked solemn, and said solemnly: "A wise man has great ambitions, sufficient planning, and enough patience to wait, and can endure countless insults and tortures."

"I think there are only two gentlemen who are truly wise."

"One is Amanisis, and the other is the wise elder."

Luo Feng said meaningfully: "I always think that Amanisis is a very wise person, no matter what time it is."

In the ancient era, the whole family of Freguera, one of the eight ancient gods, was clearly arranged. As a slave god, Amanisis became a true god and turned into a master.

Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, was seriously injured, but Amanisis obtained Lilith's godhead authority and the uniqueness of the moon path.

At the cost of the uniqueness of the moon path, Lilith was allowed to pretend to be the mother goddess of the earth, and jointly deceived the god of war for thousands of years, and finally took away the authority of the god of war.

In the end, the uniqueness of the three adjacent paths of Night, God of War, and God of Death is gathered, and it is only one step away from being promoted to the old days.

Moreover, the birth of the two quasi old masters of mysteries and the revival of the ancient sun god all have the intervention of the goddess of the night, and the former is a favored person cultivated by herself.

Compared to Emperor Roselle, compared to Zhou Mingrui, this ruthless man with an eternal layout, holding the script of Mary Su as the heroine, the strongest godslayer, is the real protagonist.

"The Legendary Life of the Lord of Mysteries" may be called "The Story of the Mother of Mysteries".

Amanisis stood up, lowered his hat, and said softly: "Thank you for your evaluation."

"No, that's an evaluation of Amanisis." Luo Feng's expression changed, and he asked seriously: "Excuse me, has the rain come out tonight?"

"Don't blame me for smashing your stall if you didn't come out."

Facing the provocation, Amanisis nodded calmly: "Come out, there is rain in the dark night."

"This phenomenon should exist for about a week."

Luo Feng nodded with satisfaction: "Your servant Zhan is really accurate."

Zhou Mingrui, who was standing on one side, became more and more mysterious, and couldn't help asking, "Will it really rain in the next week?"

Predicting the exact time and place is no longer an omission, but a prophecy!

Luo Feng thought about it, handed him a newspaper, and said seriously: "Yes."

Zhou Mingrui opened the newspaper, only to see a paragraph of words written in black and white letters on it.

[Weather forecast]

[Tingen City may have heavy rainfall in the next week... probably in the afternoon-evening...wind speed...]

Chapter 27 This chapter is free

The city of Tingen may have heavy rainfall in the coming week...

Holding the newspaper in hand, Zhou Mingrui fell into deep thought. Did the divination depend entirely on the weather forecast, or did the divination include the weather forecast? !

Two different answers determine whether the fortune teller is true or not, and the result of her divination is true or false, the Fool.

Just as the fortune teller was about to speak while he was in deep thought, the cloth door of the tent was suddenly thrown open, and strong sunlight shone in, causing Zhou Mingrui, who was facing away from there, to instinctively squint his eyes.

"Why are you pretending to be me again! It's my job to divination people!" A female voice growled angrily, "Go back! You have to remember, you are just a beast trainer!"

Well, no need to think about the authenticity of the fortune teller in front of you, someone has already given the answer.

The real fortune-teller came in, a woman who also wore a pointed hat, a black dress, and red and butter paint, but she was taller and thinner.

Ask Zhou Mingrui if he needs to occupy servants.

"Is it free?" The evil god who only had three copper pennies on his body asked nervously. The fortune teller smiled and said, "No."

"Forget it." The evil god who only had three copper pennies on his body firmly refused the real fortune-teller and nodded, then looked at Luo Feng: "Sir, do you need a fortune-telling?"

Luo Feng laughed and said: "You are just low-level divination, not high-level divination."

The real fortune teller was immediately angry, you are here to smash my job.His eyes showed a little coldness and provocation: "Hehe, you also know divination?"

"Of course." Luo Feng smiled and said, "The so-called low-level divination is just an interpreter. Everyone has their own destiny. They cannot interfere, but can only interpret."

"High-quality divination can intervene and predict, breaking the shackles of fate with one's own hands, divining out the future one desires, and realizing it."

Hehe, the real fortune teller laughed coldly. She had never heard of high-level divination after so many years of practice: "I want to see what so-called high-level fortune-telling is!"

Luo Feng shook his head and said, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any divination methods with me, but I can tell you that the real divination methods are on the vast western continent opposite the sea of ​​mist."

"It will take someone with perseverance and luck to get it back."

"Mr. Zhou, who do you think this person should be?"

The corner of Zhou Mingrui's mouth twitched, feeling that the scene in front of him was very familiar, and he replied, "I think... wait, he called me Zhou!"

"My current name is Klein, Klein Moretti!"

In an instant, Zhou Mingrui's pupils magnified infinitely, revealing three points of excitement, two points of fear, one point of restlessness, and four points of longing.

Even if there is a scene between Yuan Shoucheng and the Dragon King of Jinghe, even if it is a plot of imitation of a wise man who draws cards, even if there are Mahayana and Hinayana theories, even if there are all kinds of suspicious things, it is not as good as a name.

Here are the coordinates, here are the anchors, and here are the greetings from home.

A sense of suffocation welled up in my heart, but I was obviously excited but as if being pinched by fate, I didn't dare to shout out.

Eager to get, but more afraid of losing.

He just wants to go home.

Luo Feng walked out of the tent and left straight away. Amanisis followed closely behind. Zhou Mingrui didn't care too much, and directly chased after him, shouting loudly: "Wait for me...you, who are you?"

The two walked all the way, Zhou Mingrui chased them all the way, and finally came to a white square, surrounded by benches for pedestrians to rest, at the end of the square there was a church with a steeple, the overall color was black, and the facade was tall and mottled. The clock tower of the Great Wall, on the great central buttress between the red and blue latticed windows, plunges into the sky.

So far, the figure has completely disappeared.

Only the splash of water from the fountain attracts the laughter of the children, as well as the guidance and tenderness of the parents.

Zhou Mingrui sat on the side of the pew in despair, wandered for a long time, and finally chose to walk into the church.

Perhaps, he needs a little enlightenment.

Devout night believers walked along the aisle, symbolizing the 'Prayer Hall' of salvation and gift.There is an inexplicable pilgrimage feeling when stepping here, and Zhou Mingrui is no exception.

Along the way, the narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red fine patterns let in strands of colored light. The blue is almost black, and the red is like a moon, setting off the surroundings extremely dark.

But behind the arched altar, on the wall directly facing the gate, there are more than ten or twenty fist-sized round holes leading to the outside, allowing the brilliant and pure sun to shine in, condensed and bright.

Black and white complement each other, and night and light overlap. The contradictions also highlight a sense of sacredness and purity. Even the most vicious people will feel noble when they come here, and bow their heads to the goddess of the night.

"In the dark, is there light in the heart?"

Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath, and muttered in a low voice: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light."

The accompanying believers tapped four points on their chests, nodded in agreement and said, "Emperor Roselle has written countless poems in his life, but this line is the most in line with the sanctity of black and white."

"Praise the goddess."

... What Emperor Roselle said?This senior, who is suspected to be a time traveler, really did not leave any chance for latecomers to pretend to be intimidating... Klein didn't know how to answer the question for a while.

I could only imitate the appearance of a believer, and tapped my chest four times in a row, forming the shape of a crimson moon. In the church of the Goddess of the Night, everyone is a devout believer.

So Zhou Mingrui, a devout follower of the night, clasped his hands and pressed against his drooping forehead, blended into the crowd, pretending to pray.

It's just that in this place where there seems to be a true god, pretending to be a believer is inexplicably a little guilty.

"Goddess of the night saw me pretending to be fake, she wouldn't send divine punishment."

"...Probably not. The Klein family are all followers of the night, so I am also a follower of the night."

"I am Klein, and I am also Zhou Mingrui. I am Klein, and Klein is me... Rounding off, everyone is a believer."

Zhou Mingrui muttered a few times in his heart, and seriously hypnotized himself as Klein, a devout follower of the Evernight Goddess.

……

The echoes were superimposed, and the sound entered the ears. Zhou Mingrui, who pretended to be a devout believer, secretly opened his eyes, watched the gentlemen and ladies leave the stage in an orderly manner, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and prepared to blend in and leave together.

Suddenly, a deep and gentle voice sounded.

"Son, what's your name?" The bishop who was preaching asked kindly.

Zhou Mingrui lowered his head. Having never read a single teaching, he said mellowly and sincerely, "I am a devout believer of the goddess, Klein."

The preaching bishop seemed to have expected it long ago, handed a small note, and said softly: "They are people who have left home, beaten by wind and rain, and forced by the cold."

"The night did not give up on them, but gave them favor."

Zhou Mingrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he thought the goddess had discovered his hypocrisy and sent the bishop to punish him.

"Praise the goddess."

Skillfully tapped four points on the chest.

Surrounded by believers' seats, the path in the middle leads to the pulpit. The bishop nodded and walked forward without any further words.

Zhou Mingrui also took brisk steps, crossed the path, and left with the pulpit on his back. At the last step of leaving the church and stepping into the square, he opened the small note.

There are eight big characters written in familiar Chinese characters on it.

[The day of learning the scriptures, the time of returning home]

Chapter 28 The Taste of a Witch

"I'm from the Western Continent." Luo Feng smiled and introduced himself: "You can call me Dumbledore Gandalf, I'm a wizard." Amanisis, the goddess of the night who turned into a fortune teller, said calmly : "Very interesting name, Wizard Gandalf."

Dumbledore Gandalf, the name is as interesting as Sherlock Moriarty.Only those who understand understand it, and those who don't understand don't explain it too much. The interests are too involved, and it is not good for ordinary people to talk about it. The water is very deep here, and many things are involved.

As a person who understands, Evernight Goddess naturally understands.

Understand the position and camp of Dumbledore Gandalf.

"Which source quality do you represent in the Western Continent?" the Goddess of the Night asked

Luo Feng sat on the bench, stretched out a finger and shook it, and corrected with a smile: "The key of light represents me."

It is the essence that represents me, not me that represents the essence.

The long-standing tranquility was broken, and the expression of the goddess of the night became serious: "What is your appeal?"

"Witness the extraordinary aggregation until the appearance of the Creator." Luo Feng said calmly, then paused: "It is not the Creator like the ancient Sun God, but the Creator who created the universe and shaped mysterious concepts."

"Klein is one of the people with the most potential in this universe."

The Goddess of the Night was silent for a while: "An old god and a creator are two concepts. Both Tianzun and God have failed, and the appearance of the latter may lead to the restart of the universe."

"The universe will not restart." Luo Feng shook his head, explaining: "As long as the reborn Creator is more human than divine, the universe will not fall into destruction."

"As for how to safely become the Creator, this is something you should think about, it is your character."

For a moment, the goddess of the night thought a lot, hesitated and asked, "Why did you choose him instead of the ancient sun god?"

Luo Feng smiled indifferently: "You are asking the question knowingly. Compared with the ancient Sun God, the Fool has much more humanity."