dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Different from the sentimentality of the scourge, Zhang Chao has always liked to dig into the dead end... Zhang Chao, who is rigorous in his studies, has doubts in his heart.

"Hua, Boss Hua, according to what I saw just now, these two big ghosts are not ghosts, but 'smoke spirits'?"

"Can the smoke from burning incense become a spirit?!"

Hua Jiu smiled and shook his head, "It can't be regarded as a goblin, but a collection of incense wishes."

"It's like a low-profile version of the totem...the most primitive totem."

"In fact, it's not just the two big ghosts just now, many so-called 'sacred' in the world are the collection of people's resentment or wishes."

"So it's always been 'artificial gods', and no gods have ever created man."

Hua Jiunan's words seemed to open a door to a new world for Chen Daji and Zhang Chao.

"Boss, boss, didn't you say that Empress Nuwa made us out of mud? Just now you said that no god created man..."

It is rare for Chen Daji to be so "thirsty for knowledge", and Hua Jiunan will naturally satisfy him.

But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt the situation outside change color.

So I could only shake my head helplessly: "Daji, this question will wait for you to go to the ancestral land, and ask our ancestors yourself."

"If the old man wants to tell you, no one in this world will dare to stop him."

Chen has always trusted Hua Jiunan, and guessed that there must be other reasons why he didn't say it himself, so he nodded deeply.

"Okay! I haven't seen our ancestor for a long time. I still miss him... When we meet our ancestor, we still have a lot of questions to ask."

"For example, is there any extraterrestrial silver in the universe? Are gods considered silver? Do they live in alien planets? Why does the sky go up for a year..."

In fact, Mr. Chen's question is also the question most people want to know when they are young.

It's just that as we grow up little by little, we are no longer the boy we were when we were restricted by reality.

There is no time to think about these "marginal" things.

The lyrics of a song describe this change most intuitively:

I bought my dream in twos and threes in exchange for three meals a day on the stove...

Just as Chen was imagining endlessly, a gust of wind blew in the quiet room.

After the dark wind passed, Zhong Kui, the judge of the Punishment Division, came forward holding a big blood-stained clock with one hand.

Accompanying him was naturally the heroic ghost Xin Lianshan.

Hua Jiunan was always polite, and immediately got up to greet him: "My boy, I have seen the Holy Lord of Blessing Town House, and thank you for the presence of Holy Lord, I am guilty of sin!"

Seeing her brother like this, how could Xiao Wuxin lag behind.

Put your hands together and bow to salute: "Namo Amitabha Buddha, the little monk pays homage to the sage, the sage is merciful."

Seeing this, Zhong Kui hurriedly put down the big bell with a bang, and politely returned the salute with fists in both hands.

"Sir, you are polite, Buddha is polite!"

"You two are like this, the brat can't bear it!"

The three were polite to each other, but Chen didn't understand this, and just circled around the big bell that Zhong Kui put down.

While turning around, he asked.

"Uncle Zhong, are you sending us a clock?"

Zhong Kui gave Scourge a "serious" look, and said with a straight face on purpose.

"Major General, please be careful!"

"Even if you want to die, you have to ask me and all the Yin gods in the underworld to agree!"

"Even if you really play yourself to death by accident, this judge will not give you the end... It's almost as good as giving you a beating!"

After hearing Zhong Kui's words, Chen immediately thought of his tragic experience of repeatedly dying and being beaten back to life by a group of great gods of the underworld.

Immediately shrunk his neck subconsciously, not daring to talk nonsense, and quietly hid behind Hua Jiunan.

They even squeezed Xiao Wuxin out.

(About Chen Dage being repeatedly beaten to death, please refer to the part of this book where they practice the corpse art: Chapter 1313: You are not welcome here)

Seeing that the scourge had been discouraged, Zhong Kui immediately felt refreshed, and then pointed to the big clock he brought and said.

"Sir, Wuxin Buddha, please take a look: This is the real Buddha bell, the one in your hands is absolutely not!"

"Although there are hundreds of monk souls on it, they are just resentment rather than obsession."

"Those monks who died calmly at the beginning, their attachment to the Buddha was far more than their resentment towards the world..."