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There was an eerie silence in the room.

Cang Cangzi was the only person present who didn't know the man at the door. He glanced at Ying Bo and found that he, a Taoist companion who never changes color when Mount Tai collapsed—even during the inspection period—was uncontrollably There was a look of shock, as if the agate jumped out of the pot when it was opened.

So he looked at the little man at the door again.

The short man is obviously a god, that is, a god in the eyes of ordinary people.

Yunmeng Lake is a big world dominated by Taoist cultivators, mainly human races and aquatic races. Among them, monks who have embarked on the way of magic and gods are rare like bamboo bears on earth.Compared with demon cultivators, the number of divine cultivators is smaller, their reputation is not obvious, and they seldom attract people's attention.

Since they were so low-key, Cang Cangzi never had a fight with them even though his ability to ridicule was unmatched when he was young.If one had to ask how to deal with it, Cang Cangzi would probably only be able to answer some experiences that others had sorted out day and night.

Fortunately, the spiritual cultivator in front of him is friendly, and the situation has not yet reached the point where Cang Cangzi needs to recall these experiences.

The little man had a pure aura, and the invisible incense around him was all white and gold, without any black resentment.

There is no black resentment in the incense, which not only means that the god is a kind god, but also means that the god is in a stable state and has sorted out his incense well.

Wearing a military robe that seems to be the earth?With the image of military robes deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, this fellow spiritual cultivator might be a martial god.

He is both a god of goodness and a god of war, with a stable realm and good strength. It is best not to be an enemy of such a spiritual cultivation.

Cang Cangzi made such a judgment and pulled Ying Bo's sleeves.

He never expected that the person sent by the Chinese Gods Association would be Comrade Lei Feng. After being reminded by Cang Cangzi, Ying Bo finally came to his senses, subconsciously stood up and said, "I have long admired your name."

His four words seemed to be a spell, breaking the eerie silence in the room. Downs and Mrs. Tang gasped at the same time, and said in unison: "Lei Lei Lei Lei Feng!!!"

The short man touched the back of his head shyly.

His move provoked another scream.

Mrs. Tang: "Honey! It's alive! It's alive!"

Downs: "Honey! This comrade Lei Feng can move!"

Ying Bo: "..."

Is this couple here to play tricks?

Cang Cangzi tugged at his sleeve again, lowered his voice and asked, "This is... which heroic general from Zhongzhou?"

Before Ying Bo could answer, the short man at the door smiled and said, "I'm not a hero, nor a general, but a servant of the people, just a soldier."

Cang Cuizi's knowledge of earth culture is not high enough to understand what the servant means, but he can hear the undisguised humility in the words of this spiritual cultivator, obviously he really thinks so.

He also said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist is already a yin god, and he can be ranked among the top few in the cultivation world of Zhongzhou. He used to be a soldier, but now he is probably not a soldier."

After listening to the short man, he obviously wanted to refute something, and then remembered that this era was different from the past, his face darkened a little, and then lit up again.

"The chairman asked me to invite Comrade Tang to join the association...can you sit down and talk?"

After saying a word of admiration for a long time, he responded silently and said, "This way, please."

He took over as the master of Downs, but no one present felt that something was wrong.However, after the short man came in and sat down, Ying Bo sat beside Cang Cangzi, and he returned to the strange and quiet appearance.

Cang Cangzi looked at him strangely, not knowing why he was uncharacteristically silent.

Mrs. Downstown did not recover from the impact of the arrival of the big man. One made tea and the other took snacks, but neither of them noticed Ying Bo's strangeness.

After the tea and snacks were served, Downs's excited heart finally calmed down a little. He sat on the other side of the sofa, chatted cautiously with the little man, and couldn't help asking: "Comrade Lei, Comrade Lei Feng, the chairman you mentioned is what I thought of. Is that the chairman?"

"Haha, there is only one chairman here." The short man said.

Downs' eyes were already straightened.

Neither he nor Ying Bo regarded the Chinese Gods Association as any formal organization—where would a formal organization have such a name?However, now he discovered that the Chinese Gods Association may not have passed a series of legal registration procedures for the time being, but few people in the whole country would dare to consider it illegal.

Thinking about it again, who told Lei Feng to invite him to join the association?

Downs muttered to himself: "The chairman has heard my name... As an actor, my whole life is worth it."

"Comrade Downs, don't say that," the short man said earnestly, "After getting to know you, we also look forward to your film winning glory for our country in the international community."

Downs blushed when he heard that.

He likes acting, and he is very happy that he has the talent in this area and can be a successful actor.But in the end it was just a job. Whether it was fighting for the domestic box office or taking a step forward in the international market, he never had the idea of ​​winning glory for the country in his mind.

In today's society, few people set their goals on winning glory for the country.

This is not the case for the older generation of artists. In the past, China's film and television industry was a stupid bird, and then it flew backwards. It was countless steps behind other countries, but the older generation of artists still handed over memorable works.It's just that now, everyone is talking about Qian, and the works produced plagiarize and plagiarize the plot of Tianlei, which attracts the ridicule of foreign groups, and does not delay them from continuing to produce the next one.

To win glory for the country?Is it a bad joke?

But if it is really expected so much by someone, or by that person, no matter who is in this country will be moved to tears.

Downs cried.

"The chairman thinks highly of me so much, I...I will definitely work hard."

He said.

The room was quiet again. Ying Bo was originally taciturn, but found that Downs's mind was probably muddled at the moment, so he could only take a deep breath and take over the initiative in the room instead of the master.

He asked his own doubts: "Sorry to bother you, I just want to ask... You, shouldn't you be the comrade Lei Feng who died unexpectedly in [-]?"

"Of course," said the little man, "I'm not him."

After he finished speaking, he smiled helplessly.

"Although I have the memory of 'me'...but only the 'me' that other people know in the memory. I can do things that 'I' can do, but if others don't know that 'I' can do something, I won't do it Something happened. I have the same name as 'I', but, 'I' is dead, I'm not the 'I' I used to be."

Unlike Downs, whose soul was shaped by incense after death, the short man in front of him was created out of thin air by gathering incense from believers.

The name of Lei Feng was bestowed by believers, but it is different from the Lei Feng that people know.

"Since that's the case, I'm afraid it's the same for that one." Ying Bo said in a low voice.

Everyone in the room knew that the one he was talking about was the one on Juzizhou. Downs was stunned for a while in his seat, and finally heaved a deep sigh.

He said: "Spiritual energy recovery... It would be great if it could be decades earlier."

Decades in advance, whether China can still take the lead in the competition of spiritual practice is not as certain as it is now.

Ying Bo didn't express his guess, but still calmly said: "More than half a year ago, the... chairman's attitude towards us seemed to be non-intervention."

The little man didn't speak.

Ying Bo felt that he could understand that person's concerns.

Ghosts and ghosts are cultural dross, something that needs to be knocked down.

When the man made his decision, what he saw was not the traditional culture that the Chinese in the 21st century thought was worth preserving, but the ruler who oppressed the proletariat with the aid of monsters and ghosts, and the cults organized by the elders of Yingbo Jianghu.

It's like he saw a new ruling class emerge and then made the wrong decisions of that decade.The cognition and personality of the Emperor Star Martial God who was born from 13 billion incense sticks have not changed much. I don't think he is still the most appropriate ruler of this country.

The new era has been left to the young people, and they are doing a good job.

Ying Bo knew that for more than half a year, Zhongbeihai had always been concerned about this person's existence, and they were a bit restrained in doing things, and there were some crooked people, according to past records, doing things specifically to please this person.

But this guy didn't show up again except to threaten Gu Xiu a few times, which showed his attitude very well.

In this case, why did he suddenly come forward to form a Chinese Gods Association?

"Because we want to ensure the purity of the revolutionary team... the gods' team," the short man looked at Downs, "The prime minister and marshal in the association have the same opinion. We may not be able to intervene now, but there are some things that must be done. of."

Ying Bo lowered his head and thought for a while.

"Fahui Gong... Yes, that cult leader also committed suicide some time ago."

"Fahui Gong?!! Is that Li XX?!" Downs was shocked.

"Well, it's him," Ying Bo said, "The action team from the National Security Bureau went there to prevent him from dying, but they were a step too late. There are enough believers in Fahui Gong, but the action team never found Li XX, so look at it." , shouldn’t the chairman personally make the move?” Ying Bo asked.

The little man smiled honestly.

"It's me," he said.

"It turns out that the battle between good and evil in Shinto has already started," Ying Bo rubbed his brows, "I never found out..."

"There are more people in this era, and it is easier to get incense. So the chairman, the prime minister, and several marshals jointly established the Chinese Gods Association. Only those who pass the assessment will be invited by us..." The short man said, "Comrade Downs is a good comrade, so I came here as a representative of the association. I hope that Comrade Downs can join the association so that everyone can learn from each other."

He paused, and then said: "This is not a mandatory requirement, if Comrade Downs is unwilling..."

"No way!" Downs interrupted hastily.

Hearing Ying Bo say that Lei Feng is not the former Lei Feng, and the chairman is not the former chairman, Towns was a little frustrated at first.But hearing the invitation, he became excited again and shouted, "Of course I will!"

"Okay," the little man laughed, "Since you agree, Comrade Downs, I will take you to the association tomorrow night!"

"Good good!"

The three good words with exclamation points were not enough to represent Downs' happy attitude. When the little man who sent him away left, he was all smiling.

On the contrary, Ying Bo shrank strangely, and did not participate in the social event of seeing him off.

He didn't go to participate, but the little man found him instead.

"I've heard about your plan to exterminate the ancient bandits, but unfortunately the chairman doesn't allow it, otherwise I want to go to the battlefield too. But comrade Ying Bo, don't worry, everyone in the association is very concerned about the process and results. Comrade Ying Bo Let go of your hands and work hard!"

Ying Bo's face stiffened.

"...cough," he nodded, "of course."

The little man bid farewell to Downs and Mrs. Tang, went out and disappeared.

But Downs and Mrs. Tang still stood motionless at the door, as if they felt that everything that happened just now was a dream.

Only Cang Cangzi saw Ying Bo's flushed face from excitement.

These two eyes look like stars...

It's not the Ying Bo he knows!