[Anti-Soviet] Desires are endless, and the numbers are immortal

Conferred God---Chapter 11

The vast and boundless rolling current, I don't know its head or its end, the surrounding chaos illuminates the river water is getting more and more turbid, and the snow-white figure is like a thousand-year-old stone sculpture standing by and watching the scene in the water, I don't know how long it took to pass After leaving a sentence on the calm water in front of him, he walked away slowly. The mighty river was not interrupted by the figure just now, but continued to rush as before: "Who...changed the trajectory of fate... .Nuwa...no...impossible...could it be...."

Zheng---

The strings broke, and everyone woke up and looked at the luthier suspiciously. Qu Moyu murmured softly: "It really is you, finally willing to show up."

The little Jiu Mixiu hugged the soft puppet, and asked softly, "Who are you talking about?"

Qu Mo Yumo rubbed his fingers that were scratched by the strings and said softly: "The head of the odd number has appeared in the world, please send a message to the seven saints."

Everyone nodded and left one after another.In the quiet teahouse, Qu Moyu saw only himself in the hall, slumped on the chair and sighed: "I'm really too arrogant."

The half-open window can clearly see the huge silver plate inlaid in the black sky, the moonlight easily sprinkled on the saints through the window, Nuwa lightly raised her red lips: "Friend Daoist, you came to us just to drink Tea"

Qu Moyu fiddled with the newly replaced strings with a calm expression: "I went to the River of Destiny and found that someone changed the direction of the flow, hehe..." Laughing in a low voice, "I... actually ignored the palace."

Nuwa murmured: "The royal palace...could it be..."

Qu Moyu took Nuwa's unfinished words: "Su Daji."

Gold tiles and jade bricks, surrounded by colorful gauze, and beaded curtains and crystal lamps, this gorgeous palace once proved that Di Xin loves Daji very much, but now it is wrapped in a fire that cannot be extinguished. Gao Ge looked at the distant world with uncontrollable ambition in his eyes, Daji looked sideways at Di Xin, and said softly: "My lord, do you love me?"

The ambition in Di Xin's eyes turned into love, and he looked at Daji's beautiful face obsessively: "Love, of course I love you, as long as it is what you want, I am willing to help you do it."

Daji smiled: "Then the king is willing to become a demon for Daji."

The moment Dixin nodded in agreement, he was enveloped in a strange black mist, and Nuwa, who was a step behind, couldn't help shouting angrily: "Daji, what do you want?"

Daji raised a haughty smile and sneered at Nüwa: "Oh, oh, this is the heroine, Empress Nuwa, in the obscene poems."

Zhunti on the side shouted: "Your Majesty, calm down, don't be fooled by the odd numbers."

Daji looked at Nuwa who had regained her senses, narrowed her eyes and asked suspiciously: "The odd number, are you talking about me?"

Qu Moyu, who showed his figure, looked at Daji calmly: "You want to enter the demon world."

Daji asked with a look of surprise: "How do you know, but so what if you know, don't forget that the Taoist ancestor said that saints are not allowed to act in the prehistoric, not to mention that it is destiny for the emperor to become a demon."

Qu Moyu couldn't help but sneer at the word destiny: "Destiny, what you call destiny is to interrupt the flow of the river of fate."

Daji was surprised and wanted to say something but was interrupted by Di Xin's oath: "The Dao is above, today there is unkindness in the way of heaven, the unkindness of saints and the unspeakable suffering of all living beings in the wild, I swear here that as long as the way of heaven exists, it will go against the sky for a day." All right, give justice to all sentient beings."

Daji looked at Di Xin's strange eyes and was extremely disturbed: "My lord..."

Qu Moyu looked at the shocked crowd, feeling helpless in his heart: "Di Xin has become a demon, unless we immediately find someone who meets Dao's expectations to replace Di Xin, otherwise we will not be able to prevent them from entering the demon world."

When everyone was troubled, the black mist on Di Xin's body gradually spread to the feet of the two and quickly turned into a vortex that seemed to be able to absorb people's souls. Di Xin took Daji's hand and jumped in. The black mist dissipated, leaving only A smoldering ruin.Everyone stared blankly at what happened in an instant but couldn't stop it, so they had no choice but to go back to the teahouse. The saints who had recuperated all night led their disciples to bid farewell to Qu Moyu, while Ranshuang and Suye bid farewell to Nuwa and prepared to follow the seal The brothers traveled together, Jiumixiu who stayed behind looked at Zhanshuang with teary eyes, and Yuanyuan was watched by two teary-eyed apprentices beside him, so he had to take Jiumixiu back to explain the teachings, and the three who burst into laughter instantly were caught by Yuanyuan Qu Moyu walked out of the teahouse hall where he was alone, looked up at the high-hanging plaque and took back the exquisite decoration with a wave of his hand, Qu Moyu, who left an empty room, also returned When they arrived at Zixiao Palace, they played a game of chess with Hongjun that would probably never end in this lifetime.

it's all over......

it's just... it's really all over

The scroll called Fengshen was gradually rolled up and tied with a rope, ending a meaningless struggle between gods and immortal Buddhas, and immortal Buddhas and humans.

--------Tangtang: The last chapter of the story of Fengshen is also the end of Chapter 11. ----------

Small postscript --- people set meeting time

Qu Moyu (smiling): It seems that all the personalities of the characters have collapsed

Zhan Shuang (helpless): who made the landlord's writing not good

Bai Yue (whispering): Senior brother, the landlord is looking at you, laughing so miserably

Qing He (coughing): Cough-cough-landlord, it’s good to practice more on writing, really

Su Ye (laughs): Looking at the current text, I always feel that we have been neglected

Dye Frost (Silent):  …

Kong Mo (gentle): Fortunately, I still have a solo plot, right?

Feng (air-conditioning): people who don't know the so-called

Yin (gritting teeth): Suye upstairs, are you sure you want the plot, my brother and I can exchange it with you