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Lu Hanshuang exited the holographic cabin, took the bath towel, tidied it up properly, and glanced at the official newspapers of various countries projected by Xiao Yan on the tablet. The languages ​​were different, and Lu Hanshuang didn't understand a word.

Xiao Yan turned on the translator, and the handwriting changed immediately.The mainstream media in coastal countries are trying their best to tout "there is true love in the world" and "military and civilian fish and water", presumably because of the whitewashing of the council, which highlights the negligence of the authorities, and is trying to shift the focus in an attempt to suppress negative public opinion.

"But apparently netizens didn't buy it."

Xiao Yan also brought up the freshly released "Lanyang Disaster-stricken Economic Loss Statistics", and the various adventures of the returned ship passengers were published on the Internet and published in newspapers. The power of these combined, under the pressure of all parties and public opinion, the resistance to newspaper sales was suddenly reduced. , the volume of publications is rising steadily.

Lu Hanshuang glanced at Xiao Yan's expression, "How are you doing?"

"Use the wind and waves to promote the awareness of the crisis of plane integration to the whole people. Regardless of whether you believe it or not, at least nine out of ten people will be able to make a long speech when they hear this concept."

Lu Hanshuang nodded, took a seat across from him, and talked to him about the standing statue in detail before he started. Xiao Yan's expression froze and he remembered something.

"With the aftermath of the Lanyang incident fermenting, your attention has remained high. Netizens have heard about it, the number of viewers of the live broadcast has skyrocketed, and the official website has been paralyzed several times..."

He paused, "Maybe someone wants to sow dissension, and a large number of sailors are mixed in to confuse the public."

Xiao Yan released a screenshot of the recording.A youthful and amazed voice said, 【Oh!Oh my God!Buddhists have reincarnated living Buddhas, and God has a spokesperson, Jesus. President Lu must also be the incarnation of some kind of Taoist god, right? 】

Lu Hanshuang's expression remained undisturbed, and he nodded in understanding, "It's nothing." Then he continued to talk about the long-term significance of the statue. After listening, Xiao Yan also understood that Lu Hanshuang was confident.

……

As Xiao Yan had expected before, the "God incarnation theory" newly advocated by the Navy has achieved remarkable results.

Because of the unknown inside story and a large number of brain-dead fans, Lu Hanshuang looks like a father and son in the sky, he can cure all diseases with one obeisance, and fart can make people ascend to immortality. Unanimously raised the pole and revolted.Fortunately, the chairman has a wide-eyed and wide-eyed, and he didn't create a gap with the Taoist sect because of the surging personality worship atmosphere, and only slightly controlled public opinion.

This is more than black fans who deeply believe in the "Taoist conspiracy theory", and feel that the Taoist sect has ulterior motives and plans.

A black fan has been wandering various Taoist forums for a long time, lurking into the well-informed Lu Hanshuang fan circle, spying on Xin Mi.After enduring several days of mindless pursuit, I suddenly heard someone say mysteriously, "...Don't tell me, I have a fellow who studies sculpture, and said that someone is making portraits of President Lu on the market recently, and there are a lot of them. , I don’t know where to use it? It’s still wrapped in black plastic when it comes out of the warehouse, is there really something going on?”

The black fans' eyes lit up, and it was clear that the Taoist sect was trying to create a cult to subvert the political power!

Black fans are full of desire to expose the "shady scene", wandering the Internet, investigating everywhere, and really found some clues.

Since the blue ocean incident, Taoist activities have been frequent.

The Buddhism and Taoism exchange meeting, the Zongxin Association, and the visit to the wizards of the New Harmony Party, from domestic to foreign countries, across the East and West, seem to have established diplomatic relations normally, revealing a few traces of weirdness. Although it is impossible to get to the bottom of it, it is enough to arouse the vigilance of black fans.

The black fans got off the net, the holographic cabin was located in the study room, the sky was full of sunshine outside the window, and the treetops were sunset.

The 45-degree diagonal luxuriant trees are shaded, and the wanton green in midsummer hides a corner of red tiles, a piece of blue bricks, antique, and is a well-known Taoist temple.

The black fans moved here purposely, keeping an eye on it every day, trying to dig out the unknown secrets.

This day, I ordered takeaway as usual, and sat at the window, looking eagerly at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

The cool wind hits the face, the years are quiet, the afterglow of the setting sun is covered with ancient stone roads, and the tall walls and thick columns are dyed red. Looking at it, the impetuous mood settles a little.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Heifan brushed her hair, got up to open the door, and muttered dejectedly, "Looks like I got nothing today."

Time flies, at the council meeting in September, Tang Disney, the representative of the heroic country, was dismissed, but no waves were caused.

In a blink of an eye, it is the eve of the Ghost Festival.

China's major websites and search engines put on relevant skins according to the occasion, and the colorful night scene suddenly became gloomy, making some foreign tourists think that it was Halloween.

Rows of red lanterns are hung along the street, and "Naihe Bridges" are arched on the flat ground. Under the bridges, "Yellow Spring Water" flows quietly from nowhere, and lotus river lanterns float on it, dotted with stars, shining like a Milky Way.

Night owl black fans wandered the market, wandered to the Chinese official website of the council, and the bulletin board was crowded with people.

He stopped and listened to the chatter of netizens. It turned out that in the early hours of the morning, the announcement suddenly rolled out a message:

[The most magnificent and mysterious treasure in the natural world - the soul, if it becomes a disposable consumable, it is quite terrifying. 】

If it's just this sentence, it can still mock the Propaganda Department for lowering the lower limit of hype, but when the bottom rolls out another sentence:

[——Sent on the seventh and a half of the lunar calendar, Lu Hanshuang stayed. 】

All passers-by fell silent.

Anyone with a brain can figure out the criticism of "you only live once" between the lines.

You have to know that President Lu has a high and cold personality, high above the sky, cold beyond the poles, never likes nonsense, and has no preference for sorrowful autumn and spring, but it coincides with the ghost festival "feeling"... Uh, no one believes it Chairman Lu was just being idle, feeling a little bit emotional.

The surrounding popularity is increasing, and opinions are diverse.

"Paul Korchagin taught us that there is only one life, and we should live and cherish it, which made me afraid of death even now. The ancients were so simple, they all believed that people can reincarnate, and death is death, 18 Another hero after the next year!"

"Having faith is only one kind of happiness. Buddhism and Taoism all talk about karma and reincarnation. I am more curious. In the eyes of monks, do we really only have one life?"

"Ha, maybe it's because you can only live once, so you put your all your life into practicing and exercising to prolong your life. Who is not afraid of death except stupid and bold?"

"I don't think there should be only one life. Karma, good and evil, and retribution. It is because I believe that evil deeds will be liquidated after death, so I say 'good'. I don't believe too much in ghosts and gods, and I feel that God has no eyes , No distinction between good and evil, good will not be rewarded. To put it bluntly, it is moral degeneration."

"It's funny to think about it. The popular buzzword, what is justice? What as long as the hoe is well swung, there is no corner to dig it down? Why would you rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? Superficial, meddling, vanity You can be justified. The entire social atmosphere has become like this, there is no distinction between right and wrong, and what is wrong can become right. The root cause is that the reality is becoming more and more 'blind'."

"...So, I really hope that there will be karmic reincarnation, just like spring, summer, autumn and winter, and it will start again and again."

Read it a few more times, and some wise people noticed a hint of omen from the dangerous words.

"My God, President Lu is trying to make trouble, right?"

The black fan was in the crowd, seeing that the train of thought of the people had strayed from the message as expected, and sneered again and again.

Do something?I really want to do something.

The meaning of Daozu's incarnation as a propagandizing cult, compared with the announcement, is already obvious.The black fan immediately laughed:

"As the saying goes, things are rare and precious, and the preciousness of life is that there is one and only once. Lu Hanshuang is a social cancer, anti-science and anti-society, sensationalism! Promote superstition! Don't think that if you pour a chicken soup, others will not taste it. to reveal his intent to create 'psychotropic drugs'."

The swearing was harsh, and some passers-by argued with him, which made the black fans feel that everyone was drunk and he was the only one awake, and sprayed:

"I dare say that in a few days, the Internet will be full of propaganda about good and evil cause and effect, reincarnation, and when all of you fools believe it and become slaves of faith, he will sit and wait for you to cry and shout for him to set up a religion, as a superstitious believer More than trusting the government, the dark medieval period when the Holy See controlled the country is a portrayal of you!!!”

The group ridicule of "all of you idiots" can be regarded as arousing public anger. The two sides scolded each other when they disagreed, and the invisible hostility burst out of the holographic cabin.

The black fan didn't notice it at all, and the hostility accumulated more and more, and finally broke through the threshold. The holographic scene around him was instantly distorted, as if he was in a different space, and the sound of electric currents wandered in his ears.

Before realizing what happened, the black fan's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in the holographic cabin, and when he looked up, he saw the ugly shell.

"power cut?"

The black powder opened the hatch, and the lights outside the cabin were brightly lit.

He checked the holographic cabin carefully, but couldn't find the problem.

Inexplicably, the cabin exploded.

"What the hell." The black fan muttered and went to the bathroom to wash up, and saw a truck leaving the Taoist temple at night. Several workers resisted a huge object wrapped in black plastic film and moved it into the Taoist temple, sneaking and acting suspiciously.

The black fan had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly pulled out the binoculars, giggling strangely, "I've caught it!"

The night was dark and the wind was high, which was a good opportunity to climb over the wall and enter the hospital. The black fan sneaked into the Taoist temple with his equipment on his back, and followed the porter's trail to a small pond.

The rockery in the pool has been removed and replaced with a stone platform with giant objects on it.

Going around to the front, there is a portrait of Lu Hanshuang, standing more than three meters high, with feet touching the water, floating like Lingbo, with a fairy air.

The newly erected sign next to it reads: Wishing Pool.

Heh, a portrait of a person erected in a broken pond, it is really a supernatural power surnamed Lu, who is said to be "the incarnation of the Taoist ancestor" can lead marriage and donate money to relieve the suffering of all living beings, it is obviously a scam!

The black fans sneered inwardly, first took pictures to leave evidence, and then took out the inkjet tool to paint black portraits, pressed the switch, and spent a long time trying to spray out anything.

"Strange, the spout is blocked?" The black powder kept pressing the inspection tool, and when the face was aligned with the spout, a tube of color sprayed out and painted all over the face. When touched by the hand, the palm was completely black.

"Crap!"

Under the moon, on the portrait with Lu Hanshuang's face, a pair of eyes were inlaid with unknown stones, which shone faintly in the moonlight, looking down at the black powder, a trace of cunning was fleeting.

The black fan didn't see the look, but felt that the compassionate face on the statue was full of sarcasm, threw tools angrily, took out a hammer and went down to the pond, vowing to smash a foot of the statue.

result……

First, he plunged into the pool.

Unfavorable for the start, the black fan got angry and swung the hammer down viciously. The wrist suddenly cramped, and the hammer fell to the center of the foot. Fortunately, there was water blocking it, so the hit was not too hard.He continued his efforts, picked up the hammer and held it high, and rushed towards the stone statue aggressively. Unfortunately, his feet slipped and he missed the statue. Instead, he fell to "kiss" the big foot of the stone statue.

Knocked out two front teeth, drank a few mouthfuls of strange-smelling pool water.

Gums bleed.

"It's really evil!" The black fan cursed vaguely.

There were only three things to do, he looked up at the sky, the moonlight was bright and white with orange in it, it was so bright that it made people feel hairy, "It seems that it is not suitable to move iron today."

The black fan picked up the equipment and left in a hurry.

Heifan went to the emergency room overnight, had the paint cleaned, had his teeth filled, tossed about for several hours, rubbed his swollen face with one hand, and covered his shrunken purse with the other, and went home with a heartache.

There was an accident in the holographic cabin, and the black fan planned to wait until dawn to call for repairs. The anesthetic passed in his mouth, and he couldn't sleep due to the pain. He swallowed two painkillers and fiddled with his mobile phone for time.

Full of grievances and depression turned into words, the words are like blood, condemning Taoist statues for accumulating money, with evil intentions.

The matter of the statue was kept secret, and they only communicated with the upper echelons of the government. The public was still at a loss. A few attracted netizens asked the black fans to talk about the evidence. Unexpectedly, the filming was blurred, black and blurry, and the content could not be distinguished at all.

This slight hesitation, was caught by netizens and screamed, accusing him of howling without a hammer, causing black fans to type and curse.

With the input box popping up one by one square characters, the invisible hostility grows from the fingertips, and the black mist lingers on the screen.

The black fan was eloquent and eloquent, scolding in high spirits, a whistle blew out, and the phone seemed to respond to him.

"boom--!!!"

All of a sudden, the screen exploded into slag.

Fragments splattered and scratched fingers, blood droplets dripped, and merged into a circle of vacuum in the screen, exposing the parts and main board inside the machine, and sparks sparked as soon as the blood dripped.

Crackling.

The flashing black powder has heart, liver, lung and kidney pain, "Every day, I sold my kidney to buy a claw machine!"

He angrily went to the lobby to call the landline to complain, but the line was busy!His chest bulged and heaved, and he paced back and forth in the hall, still unable to suppress the depression.

It was dimly lit outside the window.

People who have not returned home at night have returned home wearing stars and moons. The black fans walked around a few times, and heard the couple upstairs performing a full-scale martial arts. They jingled and clanged and smashed something, and the ceiling was covered with dust.

The black powder ate a mouthful of ashes, and raised the waist of his trousers to go up to find fault.There is a thin layer of walls, and the sound of quarreling can be heard faintly, and the host suddenly shouted:

"Can you stop thinking about it all day long? I have worked so hard to support you. I don't want to be suspected by you when I get home without hot water. I was just socializing yesterday, singing karaoke with clients. Drinking all night! Believe it or not."

What was said over there, the male host was forced into a hurry, and said angrily, "I swear, if I cheat, there will be a thunderbolt from the sky, okay?!"

"Swearing is useful this year, why do you need police and lawyers?" The black fan slandered, and the sarcasm just slipped out of the corner of his mouth, and there was a loud "Boom!" from above.

Out of thin air, a thunderbolt snaked in from the upstairs window!

Immediately afterwards, a woman exclaimed, "Husband——!"

As soon as the voice fell, one thunder after another followed, "boom, boom", and then the hostess upstairs screamed continuously, and the residents around the upper, lower, left, and right sides poked their heads out of the windows to look at the situation, and the neighbors heard the two people quarrel.

"It's really weird. The thunder is still curved. I know how to slice it through the window so as not to harm the neighbors."

Seeing that the fourth thunder was about to smash into the window again, an old lady hurriedly shouted to the sky: "Oh, my God, don't smash it, and kill people again, why do you take the joke of the couple bickering seriously?" ?!"

Her son pulled the old lady's clothes and said impatiently, "What's wrong with this morning, Lei can understand human speech?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the thunder stopped in the middle of the crash, and when it turned around, it smashed an abandoned building not far away.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

The hostess was so frightened that she lost her mind, and the nearby residents helped to make an emergency call. The family of three piled up on the balcony and looked at the bowl-thick hole in the shattered window glass.

The daughter who was in high school said "tsk tsk" twice, winking while taking pictures of the strange incident live, "Ten ten percent went out with the little three last night."

The baby's mother smiled and adjusted the collar of her father's pajamas, and said softly, "Whoever swore to me before that he never hid his private room, I won't say anything, just swear to me, this time it will definitely be exposed."

The baby's father's facial muscles stiffened, and he pretended to be stupid.

The black fan lived directly below the couple, and was slightly implicated, the roof slammed and slag fell off, and he ran out in disgrace, spitting fire out of his nostrils in a violent temper, and wanted to settle the score with the upstairs.

Sitting in the elevator, he pointed at the top of his head and cursed: "It's a fucking bad time! What the hell is going on! Fucking kind of hit me on the head!"

The car has no windows and is airtight, and the small space only echoes with the voice of black powder.

"There's a kind of chop—"

"Chop—"

The elevator was undisturbed and went up steadily, and the black fan who was not even a little bit uncertain put it down, and said viciously, "Pretending to be a ghost!"

"Ding—" The elevator opened.

The black powder stepped out of the car.

The sight suddenly brightened, and the thick thunder with the size of a bowl had been waiting for a long time in front of the window at the end of the corridor, and the lightning flashed, scaring the black fans out of their shit, turning around and wanting to hide in the elevator.

The elevator door closed without mercy, and the gangster pressed it tremblingly, only to see the elevator abandon him and go up mercilessly.

Lei Guang "whoosh" was in front of his eyes, and the black fan turned around and "thumped" and knelt down.

The glare was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes, and tears ran down my face. The black powder didn't bother to wipe it off, and stammered, "I, I, I repent! I'm guilty! I won't talk nonsense anymore! Yes I pretended to be gods and tricks, but you are so wise! I beg you, the boss, to spare the little one!! I will be careful in my words and deeds in the future, and I will burn incense and worship to you every day!!!”