Who calls this thing a god?

"A visitor is a guest, welcome."

He said welcome, but his words were filled with malice and murderous intent.

Previously in Suyouzong, although the owner of the mountain hid in the mountains all the year round and seldom appeared in the arena and other places, he often dealt with Mr. Fu Shu, who was the ceiling of Suyouzong's force value. .

However, just kneeling at this person's feet, the mountain master can also keenly perceive that he is far above Mr. Fu Shu.

This is the gap between God and man.

Never reachable, never predictable.

Comparing him with others is an insult to him.

The mountain master rested his forehead on the back of his folded hands, and said in cold sweat, "I pay homage to His Highness the God of Resentment."

A thin and sharp voice rang out before the resentment God started arguing: "Hey, look at this man, he looks well-dressed, and it didn't take him a stick of incense to come here from the foot of the mountain."

The owner of the voice chattered and laughed a few times, as if he heard some funny joke.

Not only is the owner of the mountain confused, but also the bystanders and dreamers who are in the puzzle are also a little confused.

Does being well-dressed have anything to do with the time it takes to go up the mountain?

"Don't you understand?" It probably took pleasure in the bewildered attitude of the mountain master, and answered with a malicious smile: "Our old profession is to respond to grudges, and there are so many people in the world who ask gods and ghosts. Temple invites abound, we don’t have so much free time to pick some kittens to eat, so—”

I don't know what it is, but there is a faint licking sound on the table.

"So of course we should choose some guys who are full of grievances. The more grievances have been accumulated for a long time, the faster the pace will be, and the road will not be so long.

A few days ago, there was an old man who didn't know what he hated. His resentment was so thin that he had the nerve to go up the mountain to pray for God.I walked for a whole night without touching the temple gate, but the sun rose outside, so I went back to the real world. Before I left, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, I was so stupid haha. "

The mountain owner felt chills in his heart.

He considers himself an upright gentleman, although he is not without blemishes, but he is also dedicated to goodness. He has never done anything sneaky or evil, so how could he harbor such resentment.

"how can that be……"

The owner of the mountain frowned tightly, even his shoulder blades were trembling. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the altar, but showed a stunned expression.

Thousands of everlasting lamps illuminate the entire main hall.

He first saw the... monster crouching beside the altar, grinning with evil intentions.

This thing looks like a beast but not a beast, and it looks like a monster but not a monster. It may be beautifying it to say that it is a monster.

The whole body is dark blue and black, with hard and shiny scales, thick limbs, and sharp claws. There are seven long and narrow scarlet eyes on the swaying tail behind him. The inlaid eyeballs move nervously, occasionally Staring at someone at the same time is enough to make people sweat for no reason.

And on the maroon altar table, sat a man in red.

At first glance, he seems to be only in his twenties, with his clothes slightly open, with one leg propped up like a lazy bone, and the other hanging under the table. His white feet are bare, and even the toes are carefully carved by the Creator. of jade.

The man's expression was tired, but also contained undisguised irony, appearing mean and gorgeous.

He picked up the ghost mask at hand and played with it with his fingertips.

The God of Resentment did not reprimand and displease the Mountain Lord because of his recklessness, it may be because he knew that the "truth" he said next was enough to make people feel confused.

He sneered: "Your suzerain has been praying for God for so many years, running around, drawing formations and building temples, carving statues of gods and carving copper plates, but you are the one who came. Think about it...why?"

When Resentment God uttered the last sentence, the tone was contemptuous and ambiguous, not like mocking, but more like talking about love.

... Although this person seems to have nothing to do with love at all.

The owner of the mountain was still at a loss, but the guest in the dream understood the words of the god of resentment first.

As the God of Resentment and Responsibility, the God of Resentment must hear hateful and vicious prayers. In other words, he only listens to the words of people who harbor resentment.

Mr. Fu Shu is cruel and ruthless, covering the sky with one hand... He can't bear resentment.

On the contrary, it is the mountain owner who is upright and has a clean sleeve...

"..."

The Lord of the Mountain swallowed his saliva, and did not bother with this matter any more. He kowtowed to the God of Resentment once again, and forcibly suppressed his trembling voice: "We implore His Highness the God of Resentment to come into the world to help The strength of Suyouzong—”

Kuan Youshen lacked interest: "What help?"

The owner of the mountain had no intention of hiding, and said sincerely: "Unify the three clans and clean up the world."

Resentment God dismissed it, and sneered: "Purify the world and don't ask the Martial God, ask me?"

At first, the owner of the mountain had the same doubts as him, but when he learned what Mr. Fushu meant by "purging the world", he understood his intentions.

"What we want is that the demons and ghosts obey the human race."

The mountain master kowtowed again: "This will clear the world."

This memory is probably a past that people don't want to mention. Both the picture and the sound seem hazy and distorted. The dreamer who watched the play quietly thought for a while, and the scene in front of him was distorted and blurred, saving the need for discussion in the middle. process.

I saw the God of Resentment sitting on the altar, narrowing his eyes and laughing, "Interesting."

He casually brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, revealing the exquisite eyebrows and eyes like peach blossoms in March, "Please come to this world?"

The monster flicked its tail and said lazily: "Let's have your spring and autumn dream, my master can't go hahahaha."

"Okay, as you wish."

monster:"……"

monster:"…………"

It propped up its huge body with a bang, and stared at him in disbelief.

Resentment God smiled coldly: "It's just the price to pay, I don't know if the noble sect can afford it."

Even though he used honorific words, it was uncomfortable to listen to.

He held a cluster of dark purple tinder in both hands, burning blazingly and flickeringly in the palm of his hand.

"This is the seed of disaster."

The God of Resentment smiled and said, "Use it, and the world will be punished by heaven. As for what kind of disaster it is... it depends on who uses it."

After saying that, he tossed the object casually, and it happened to be thrown into the hand of the mountain master.

It burned blazingly, but absorbed the human temperature completely in an instant.

The mountain owner gasped deeply in pain, wanted to let go of his hand but had to hold it tightly, fearing that the god of resentment would take it back.

He knelt in the temple, in a dream, before God.

It seems to be confessing, but it also seems to be praying.

Suyouzong's wake-up bell rang dimly.

One sound after another, louder and louder, gradually breaking through the cage of Shenmeng.

The sun pours out and dreams shatter.

So from that day on, the God of Resentment came to the world and lived temporarily in Suyouzong. It was the sharpest and most tenacious weapon of Suyouzong.

He was helpless in Suyouzong, and most of the time he was chasing wild dogs and pulling medicinal herbs in the back mountains like a child.

And when night came, he was as handsome as a ghost and notorious as a fierce god.

At the beginning of the summer of the same year, he met Shen Hegui who had experienced returning to the mountain and played the flute under the flowers in Wumingju.

Shen Hegui had no other skills, and only relied on a flute sound, a plate of glutinous rice cold cake and a sentence "Does it hurt?" He was abducted away.

Since then, the God of Resentment has a place to return to.

There is a home other than a shrine.

He followed behind Shen Hegui, writing and reading, learning martial arts, he was a bad student who was often lazy and mischievous.

The guest in the dream looked at the gardenias all over the sky, and under the flowers Shen Hegui and the child with a pair of black grape-like eyes, his eyes were sore and his heart was hot.

He has not yet recovered his full consciousness as "Lu Chan", but just looking at the lazy and ignorant child, he has been swallowed by deja vu.

I thought it was the first meeting, but it was actually a reunion.

Before we knew it, we had met several times.

……

"It's a good thing that you have improved your skills recently."

The owner of the mountain personally poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Shen Hegui, "But be careful not to rush for success."

"Thank you, Master, for your concern."

Shen Heguiyun smiled lightly, twisted a little of the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, picked up the teacup and sipped it lightly, "Master, did you hear the news about the sect master's slaughter of all demons?"

"..." The owner of the mountain was stunned, "I heard it a little bit."

"The suzerain's actions will only speed up the war between humans and monsters, and the people who suffer will be those who have no power to restrain the chickens."

"...The new dynasty must experience bloodshed. Pray for wine, don't worry about such things."

Shen Hegui raised his eyes and looked straight at him: "Master, there are two priests in the sect, one is Xuanwu, and the other is me. Wasn't it for balance when the priests were chosen and the one for the demon and one for the human? No more monsters."

"It's not that I can't bear it."

The mountain master sighed helplessly and said, "The suzerain is still very good to the monster clan. Didn't you pick up a wounded Qingluan a few days ago?"

Shen Hegui had also heard about this matter a little bit, and now that there are not many Qingluan clans left, he even specifically asked Eleven if he wanted to go and have a look.

The child held a plum cake in his mouth and said disdainfully, "What's so interesting about a green bird."

When Shen Hegui thought of him, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the mountain owner could see it clearly, and he followed the vine and said, "What? Have you seen that Qingluan?"

"Not yet." Shen Hegui said.

"He is seriously injured, and he will probably be able to walk around the mountains in a few days."

The owner of the mountain didn't want to discuss too heavy issues with him, so he deliberately changed the topic and said, "Then what did you think of just now?"

Shen Hegui was an honest person, and immediately said: "I think of the child god."

Shanzhu: "..." It's not as good as the topic just now.

He suddenly grew his head into two, covered his forehead and groaned in pain: "Qijiu, I told you not to get too close to him."

Shen Hegui disagreed, "He is very good. He is a very obedient and obedient child."

yes.

The mountain master forced a smile, "He is a fierce god. No one can cure him."

"I'm not trying to cure him."

Shen Hegui smiled frankly: "I'm in charge of him, no matter his good or bad, his merits and demerits, they are all mine."

The author has something to say: Memories of the past are being broadcast in fragments~

On the 29th, I will pack my luggage and stop for a day (sneak home on the 30st to give my family a surprise~), update on the [-]th!Love you guys!kiss~