Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

An ominous premonition weighed on Zhao Chuanxin's heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

He frequently bothered Zhao Lingjun, Zhao Nianzhen, Zhao Songzhen and Zhao Zhengze.

Except for Zhao Songzhen, the other three were extremely annoyed.

"Dad, you have nothing to do, right?" Zhao Nian was really annoyed. "Why do you follow me all day long?"

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless: "Dad, isn't he worried about you?"

Zhao Nianzhen looked at her father seriously: "Dad, I know what you are thinking. Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God, you don't have to stare at me."

Zhao Chuanxin was helpless: "What's going on with you three?"

He followed each person in stages and naturally knew the situation.

My goodness, after he returned to China and stayed there for a while, he realized that Yao Bing was the most miserable one.

A long time ago, his two girls stopped paying attention to Yao Bing.

Zhao Lingjun was angry that Yao Bing was easily threatened by Zhao Nianzhen. Perhaps Zhao Nianzhen was indignant, so even though she was still thinking about Yao Bing, she deliberately ran away. She felt that her lover must be snatched back, and should not be handed over to others, as that would be an unfair victory.

Yao Bing had too many hidden injuries, and at first he felt excruciating pain every time it rained or was cloudy.

Benjamin nursed him back to health for a while, and he got much better, but he still felt uncomfortable.

His two most beloved junior sisters ignored him in their later years because of a quarrel.

Zhao Chuanxin saw Yao Bing becoming visibly depressed.

Zhao Lingjun was equally dissatisfied: "Dad, although I don't want to die, if I do die, I will definitely ask you to extend my life, and you have to agree. Now while I can still run and jump, can you give me some freedom?"

Zhao Zhengze told Zhao Chuanxin: "Dad, do you really want me to serve you? My legs and feet are not very good, and I need others to serve me."

Only Zhao Song is really considerate.

Zhao Songzhen often listened to her father nagging about the past, and she always responded with a smile and never complained.

But her boss didn't seem to be very happy about it.

Zhao Chuanxin heard him say to Zhao Songzhen in private: "Let your father cook for us. What will happen if it gets out?"

Helpless, Zhao Chuanxin went to find Yao Bing.

Zhao Chuanxin had already forgiven him: "My disciple, don't be so depressed all the time. How about I give you the altar of the Old God, and you can walk around and relax?"

Yao Bing shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me."

Zhao Chuanxin saw many toys on Yao Bing's cabinet.

Among them are the seal of the invincible general of the universe and several wooden guns that are rubbed with patina.

Those were all made for him by Zhao Chuanxin. He has kept them to this day and seems to still play with them often.

"How about I teach you a few more runes?"

Yao Bing still shook his head: "Master, I am old, my brain is not very flexible, I am busy all day, I can't learn anything."

Zhao Chuanxin saw it and was worried.

He had no choice but to call Benjamin over to chat with his fellow apprentice.

Benjamin Goldberg was also surprised when he saw his junior brother's appearance: "Junior brother, you have aged so quickly? Come back with me to the secret realm to cultivate your body and mind."

Zhao Chuanxin and Benjamin forcibly dragged Yao Bing into the secret realm of Peace College.

Yao Bing hadn't been here for a long time. He was shocked to see the streets full of puppet postmen and puppet craftsmen. "Brother, this place is really special now."

No one walks properly here, they just jump around with reaction shoulder straps.

The architectural styles here are very different, but they are perfectly built, completely in the style of the Divided City.

The circular tram tracks here rotate 24 hours a day.

The people, flowers, plants and trees here are all full of spirituality, as if you are in another world.

Yao Bing was dumbfounded.

Benjamin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, in this world, the birth, aging, illness and death of an individual are too insignificant. You have fallen too deep. It is time for you to know that there is always someone better than you."

Yao Bing was stunned: "Brother, what do you mean by this? There is always someone better than you?"

Benjamin Goldberg pulled him in front of a device and asked, "Brother, have you ever seen the aurora?"

Yao Bing said dejectedly: "I watched it with Lingjun before, it was very shocking."

Benjamin nodded. "The reason why the aurora appears at the North and South Poles is that the charged particles in the solar wind are attracted by the magnetic fields at the poles. But photons don't. Because photons don't have an electric core, they are not attracted by magnetic fields."

Yao Bing was confused: "Brother, what exactly do you want to say?"

Benjamin Goldberg asked him to look at the camera: "See? Look in the direction of Cygnus. We have observed 647 very strong cosmic rays, which should come from a planet in the direction of Cygnus. These cosmic rays contain a large number of photons. This means that the incoming rays are not random cosmic rays, but something similar to lasers. You can always understand lasers, such as the light blades we learned."

Yao Bing was shocked and said, "Could it be that some powerful being is shooting light blades at us?"

Then the strength of this powerful person is probably much stronger than that of the master!

Benjamin Goldberg didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Not really. I think this is a signal, a cosmic signal from the Cygnus civilization. They accurately send the signal to the earth, just to tell us that they know we exist."

Although Yao Bing didn't know much about astronomy, he still laughed and shook his head: "Brother, you are taking this too lightly."

He wanted to comment - bullshit.

But I didn’t have the nerve to speak.

"No." Benjamin Goldberg said seriously, "If it were just these 647 cosmic rays, I wouldn't dare to conclude anything. Do you know the transit method? Forget it, I'll tell you straight, it's a method of detecting exoplanets. For example, if the moon or the earth blocks the sun, the sunlight will decrease. Jupiter, the largest planet in the solar system, is more than 1300 times the size of the earth. But even for Jupiter, when it blocks the sun, the brightness will only decrease by 1%, and there is a fixed period, just like our earth revolves around the sun in one year. However, the brightness of a star in the direction of Cygnus monitored by Xinxingyue suddenly decreased by 15%, and then decreased by 23%. Not only is the decrease large, but it is also not periodic. Junior brother, do you know what this means?"

Yao Bing's face was serious: "It means it is much larger than Jupiter, which means it is not rotating around the star periodically?"

"That's right. However, if something is larger than a star, it is impossible for it to get close to another star. I think it should be a device that absorbs stellar energy!" Benjamin Goldberg's eyes lit up: "Based on these two points, I speculate that there is civilization in Cygnus, and it is much more developed than our Earth."

This really overturned Yao Bing's three views.

He was sure that his senior brother would not lie to him.

"Brother, is this true? Can our spacecraft on Earth reach there?"

"Of course not. What are you thinking?" Benjamin sneered, "It's hard for our spacecraft to go to Mars."

"Then they can't come either."

"If they can absorb the energy of stars as power, I think it will not be a problem for them to reach the earth. Maybe they have already been here, but we just don't know it."

Yao Bing finally came to his senses: "Will they attack us? Brother, tell me, what do you want me to do? Train the troops?"

Benjamin Goldberg laughed: "Brother, even if you trained all the soldiers on the earth, I'm afraid you still can't beat them."

Are you kidding me?

Perhaps that kind of civilization has the ability to destroy the world, and it would only take a few minutes to destroy the entire earth.

What’s the point of training soldiers?

"Ah? Then we can only sit and wait for death?" Yao Bing was eager to fight: "No, we must be prepared. If training soldiers doesn't work, we can build artillery and missiles!"

"Don't worry, firearms may not be their match. But, Junior Brother, we are not ordinary people. Just because others can't deal with it doesn't mean we can't."

"Master, I'm sure you can do it."

"That is required."

They are both optimistic.

After Yao Bing had a goal, he quickly forgot about his emotional setbacks and studied the starry sky, trained personnel, expanded the secret realm, manufactured weapons, and formulated combat plans with his senior brother every day.

Zhao Chuanxin was infected by the optimism of his children and apprentices and thought he could live a few years of peace of mind.

He no longer cares about UFOs. What does it have to do with him?

As long as Yao Bing is happy and no longer depressed, the value of the alien will be reflected.

The clinker Jiang Mingxin fell ill immediately.

Jiang Mingxin mentioned the end-of-life procedure that Zhao Hongzhi had gone through again: "Master, please take me through it."

Zhao Chuanxin held Jiang Mingxin's hand and vaguely saw the shadow of Miao Cuihua's later years on her face.

He asked softly, "Girl, what do you want to see?"

"I watch whatever Zhao Hongzhi has watched."

Zhao Chuanxin went a little further this time, because he felt that when he gave the magic lamp as a gift, he seemed to have owed a wish.

He wanted to fulfill his wish: "I'll take you to Madagascar. There are many interesting little animals there."

So he took her there.

The slow-moving chameleons and the cute little lemurs made Jiang Mingxin's eyes no longer cloudy and they became sparkling again.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Old God's Crucible Brand to absorb heat for her, making her cooler and also repelling mosquitoes.

Jiang Mingxin said, "Master, I should have made a wish to ask you to bring me to see them. Now I can't walk anymore, and I need you to carry me on my back, otherwise I could touch these little creatures."

The sun is warm.

Zhao Chuanxin said softly, "What's the difficulty?"

He summoned with the druid mantra, and lemurs performing leaping arts came bounding over, civets poked their heads out, and Falkland mongooses stood up.

Zhao Chuanxin held Jiang Mingxin and let her pet the little animals as she pleased.

Jiang Mingxin touched the lemur's soft fur and laughed twice. The sound became weaker and weaker, and her hands suddenly dropped.

Zhao Chuanxin's heart collapsed instantly.

He didn't even understand why he was still alive.

He thought that after traveling through time, he could just wave goodbye and not take a single cloud with him.

In the end, he found that he was the cloud, and those who waved to him left one by one.

He understood why Buddhists were so obsessed with pursuing liberation.

At first, he was determined to live to the 21st century.

But what is so good about the 21st century?

Are they a group of people who are mediocre but have an excessive desire to express themselves?

A city filled with foul smoke?

A network that seems to be flourishing but is actually full of malice?

What kind of lard has blinded your heart?

After Jiang Mingxin's death, he often wandered alone in the streets of Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

No one recognized him.

Almost all the people who recognized him are dying.

On the streets of Lugang Town, a group of snotty kids chased a parrot.

"Grab it, grab it."

"Don't let it get away."

The parrot was playing with the snotty kid. While flying, the parrot suddenly turned around and finally landed on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

"A bunch of fools, a bunch of fools."

Zhao Chuanxin thought that the dead soul had been enduring loneliness for billions of years. How did it endure it?

"Give us back the parrot."

"You can't leave unless you hand over the parrot..."

"My father is..."

There was chirping all around.

Zhao Chuanxin was in a trance, as if he saw Zhao Hongzhi, Defu, and Jiang Mingxin... but they were different.

Zhao Hongzhi and his people have powerful backgrounds, but they never use their power to bully others.

Nowadays, children often say “My father is…”

"This man is a lunatic, he is about to cry..."

"Run quickly, it's not against the law for a madman to beat someone up..."

The snotty babies dispersed in a rush.

Zhao Chuanxin kept walking on the street until he was 76 years old.

The ice and snow had not melted at that time.

He walked into the ravine and listened to the river flowing stealthily under the ice.

Meteorites rained down from the deep night sky.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up and watched the flames pull and gradually disappear.

In 78, a tall man with half black and half white hair and ragged clothes walked on the streets of Beijing.

There was a parrot on his shoulder.

The parrot said, "It has changed. It has changed."

Passersby looked sideways.

The man lit a cigarette, sat on the curb, and listened to the conversation between pedestrians.

"Have you heard? Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town donated a large sum of money to the country for economic development."

"It's such a relief that the storm has finally settled..."

The third sum of money prepared by Zhao Chuanxin was distributed by Benjamin Goldberg in the name of Lugang Town and Lubin Prefecture.

81 2 Month 2 Day.

Zhao Chuanxin's phone rang: "Dad, where are you? Come to Lugang Town quickly. Everyone is here except you."

73-year-old Zhao Lingjun is full of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin went back.

The location is Zhao Chuanxin’s old house.

"Master."

"Grandpa."

"Great Ancestor."

A group of juniors greeted him.

Zhao Chuanxin's beard covers half of his face. Because he doesn't take care of it, it grows in all directions, and is a mixture of black and white, making it impossible to tell his actual age.

He nodded, and no one could tell whether he was smiling or not.

He couldn't remember the names of those younger people, but he gave gifts to them one by one.

Boys were given transformable mobile suits, and girls were given dolls with movable joints.

Zhao Zhengze sat on the sofa, leaning on a cane and feeling a little sleepy.

Zhao Lingjun watched the TV with great interest: "There will be a big party on Shanghai TV this year!"

She was looking forward to it like a little child.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down next to Zhao Zhengze, his heart suddenly tightened, and he called out softly, "Zhengze?"

Zhao Zhengze opened his eyes and looked around blankly: "Dad, you're back."

His voice was a little weak.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you are tired, go back to your room and rest."

"Ah? I'm not tired. I'll watch them play mahjong later."

Zhao Xun and his juniors were playing mahjong. There were several tables in the living room, and the mahjong tiles were rubbed together loudly.

"listen."

"Bang."

"Huh..."

Zhao Xun said to Zhao Zhengze: "Dad, go sit down and rest. Don't stand here. What if you fall down again..."

Zhao Zhengze returned to the sofa angrily and said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Dad, I understand how you felt back then."

"Are you disliked by others?" Zhao Chuanxin smiled rarely.

"Don't look down on me. They will have this day sooner or later."

Zhao Chuanxin's heart suddenly tightened again.

He became very sensitive.

Zhao Lingjun shouted, "Everyone, follow me, go out and put up the lantern poles."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stood up and said, "Zhengze, Nianzhen, Songzhen, Lingjun, Yao Bing and Benjamin, come here. I will help you put up the lantern poles and steam the buns."

A group of children followed him out noisily: "Let's put up the lantern poles..."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You guys help me hold on..."

He said this, but he only had a little strength left to give them, for fear that they would fall.

The lantern pole was erected, and Zhao Chuanxin handed the string to a younger generation and said, "Come on, pull the lantern up."

Zhao Lingjun, Zhao Zhengze, Zhao Nianzhen, Zhao Songzhen, Yao Bing, and Benjamin all looked up and watched the lantern being pulled to the top little by little.

In the past, only Zhao Chuanxin recalled the memories, but now they help Zhao Chuanxin to recall the memories together.

Everyone recalled the scene in Lubin Prefecture when Zhao Chuanxin took them to raise lantern poles to steam buns on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Lingjun suddenly said to Zhao Nianzhen: "As your elder sister, I won't argue with you. I forgive you."

Zhao Nianzhen suddenly burst into tears: "Who asked you to forgive me?"

Zhao Zhengze is still pretending to be a good guy at his age: "Okay, okay, it's not a big deal..."