Strive for Science

Seeing that Uncle Zhang suddenly took out a bottle containing something unknown, poured it on his finger and was about to wipe it on his eyelids, Shen Changan was startled: "Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Amitabha, fellow Daoist Zhang, you are restless." Yan Yin came out from behind Uncle Zhang, clasped his hands together towards Shen Chang'an: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Benefactor Shen is even more handsome."

"You Buddhists, don't you pay attention to the purity of the six senses?" Uncle Zhang sneered, "Why don't you pay attention at all when you praise people?"

"Zhang Daoyou misunderstood, what the humble monk said is true, and there is no intention of flattering." Yan Yin smiled kindly at Shen Chang'an, "Shen Benefactor is full of spiritual energy, making people look like a spring breeze, very much like the soul boy in front of my Buddha ..."

"Oh." Uncle Zhang sneered, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Yin behind him, and said to Shen Chang'an: "You have a soul body on your feet that you don't want to reincarnate after death, but don't be afraid, his soul is not ugly. Let you take a look."

"Wait." Shen Changan raised his foot, and picked up the otaku ghost hanging on his foot, "Is this what you're talking about?"

The smile on Uncle Zhang's face froze, he turned his head to look at Zhang Gu angrily: "You helped him open the sky eye?!"

Zhang Gu saw the uncle's anger, he quickly shook his head and said: "It's not me, it's not me, he can see it himself?"

"Impossible!" Uncle Zhang couldn't help but said, "Shen Chang'an is a body of ten lifetimes of meritorious deeds, and he has a physique that ignores ghosts and evil spirits when he becomes an adult. Unless they cultivate a physical body, they are no different from air in front of Shen Chang'an. How could he see it?" Can I see you?"

"But..." Zhang Gu whispered, "He just saw it so casually."

The expressions of Yan Yin and Uncle Zhang became serious at the same time, Master Zhang put away his tears, looked at Shen Changan and Zhang Gu: "You two come in first."

"Master, can I just roll in by the way?" The otaku hugged Shen Changan's thigh, shivering.

Master Zhang frowned and looked at Zhang Gu: "What's going on?"

Zhang Gu recounted the matter, specifically emphasizing that the otaku ghost is not only harmless, but also helps living people to do product online marketing.

"Being a ghost and still doing things for the living, how incomprehensible is that?" Uncle Zhang muttered in a low voice, and let the otaku ghost enter the door.

The otaku ghost rolled on the ground and continued to hug Shen Changan's thigh.Although the golden light on this big brother's body was so bright that it blinded ghosts, as long as the big brother didn't intend to destroy him, he hugged the big brother's ankle, and there was a feeling that his soul became more solid.

"Sit down and talk if you have something to say." Uncle Zhang asked Master Yan Yin to make tea, and then said to Shen Chang'an, "I'll talk about this ghost thing later, I want to talk about your physical condition."

"My physique...is quite good." Facing Uncle Zhang's serious expression, Shen Changan couldn't help but also become serious.

"Since when have you been able to see ghosts?"

"I don't know." Shen Chang'an shook his head, "Unless I look carefully, I can't tell the difference between a ghost and a human, and I don't know if I've seen a ghost before."

"But it stands to reason that when you become an adult, you won't be able to see ghosts." Uncle Zhang shook his head, "Something must have gone wrong."

"A serious problem?"

"I don't know." Uncle Zhang shook his head after being silent for a long while, with a serious expression on his face, "There is no such situation as you in the records of the meritorious body of the tenth life. The meritorious body is exactly the same, I really can't think of any special person who has the same constitution as the tenth meritorious body."

The otaku ghost couldn't help but asked: "Could it be some Buddha reincarnated, or a god reincarnated?"

"This... dead soul is right." Yan Yin came out with tea and fruit, "Maybe Shen benefactor is the reincarnation of Buddha?"

"Don't fool me, junior. If he is really the reincarnation of a Buddha, he will be interested in Buddhism since he was a child, and he can't even bear to hurt any living beings." Uncle Zhang planned to use Yan Yin's tricks, "It's not the reincarnation of a Buddha, nor can it be the reincarnation of a god. .”

"Why can't it be the reincarnation of the gods?" Zhang Gu was a little puzzled. In some ancient books, there were already stories about the reincarnation of the gods as humans, and finally attained the Tao and became a fairy again. Why couldn't Shen Chang'an be one of them?

"It was recorded in ancient books that people often asked gods to get rid of evil spirits, but in the past hundred years, in our entire metaphysics world, no one has been able to ask gods successfully." Uncle Zhang sighed, "Perhaps the gods have long since fallen, even if they still exist, I won't interfere in human affairs anymore, how can I be reincarnated as a human being, this is not a mythological TV series."

Being stared at by Uncle Zhang and Master Yan Yin with probing eyes, Shen Changan felt that his back hurt a bit from sitting, he raised his wrist to check the time: "How about we solve the ghost matter first?"

No matter how many lifetimes of meritorious body he is, anyway, he has been here for more than 20 years, so there is no rush for this moment.Get rid of this damn thing as soon as possible, so that he can rush back to have lunch with Dao Nian.

Uncle Zhang sighed, he looked down at the otaku ghost: "Tell me your name, date of birth, and birth location."

Seeing that the master did not intend to kill ghosts, the otaku ghost reported his name and birth date without hesitation: "The day my mother gave birth to me, it snowed heavily outside." Speaking of his birth experience, the otaku ghost was a little proud , "In our place, winter is usually covered with sleet, but that year's snow was so heavy that it was rare to see it in 20 years. My family felt that I must be extraordinary when I grow up..."

As a result, after his parents passed away, they left him a few flats. He collected rent, played games, and wrote novels every day as an otaku. Ordinary was written from head to toe.

Fortunately, the two elders passed away early, so they don't have to witness their son who is extraordinary in their eyes, and become an otaku who has no fighting spirit in the eyes of others, which is also good.

"When you were born on the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month, it was the day when the old and the new changed." Uncle Zhang pinched his fingers for a long time and calculated, "Your fate really shouldn't be ordinary."

In the twelfth lunar month, it is the end of the year to worship all gods and get rid of all evils. After the twelfth lunar month is the beginning of the new year, it is of great significance in people's hearts.

"It's strange, your horoscope is clearly a destiny of good fortune, longevity and wealth, why did you suddenly die when you were in your prime?" Uncle Zhang endured it, and he didn't say it after all, he still lived such an ordinary life.

It was supposed to be Long Aotian's life, but he became a passerby, and his life was short. This is a devastating blow to anyone.

"You mean, I shouldn't die?" The nerd ghost was a little dazed. He didn't have such a big pursuit whether he could become a powerful big shot.But if you can live a good life, being an ordinary charterer and eating the food you want is not bad.

Can live well, who wants to die?

At this moment, infinite resentment suddenly surged in the otaku ghost's heart, but he just didn't know who to hate.He turned his head and looked around, trying to find an answer from these masters, but all he saw were a few silent faces.

"He has been left in the human world and cannot be reincarnated because he is still alive in the book of life and death?" Shen Chang'an probably understood what Uncle Zhang meant, "So he is now a black household in the underworld?"

"Almost... that's what it means." Uncle Zhang nodded, "Without a household registration, it's hard to do things anywhere."

"There is nothing you can do?" Shen Chang'an said, "I saw in TV dramas that masters can set up altars and ask Yin soldiers to make things easier for innocent dead souls. Why don't you think of a way to help him solve the household registration problem?"

Uncle Zhang coughed dryly: "The TV dramas are all lies."

Seeing the expressions of Uncle Zhang and Master Yan Yin, Shen Changan instantly understood that it seemed that they could not invite Yin soldiers.

Because of his extra words, the atmosphere was a little awkward, Shen Chang'an looked at his watch frequently, and finally bowed his head and said to the house boy: "Why don't you stay with Uncle Zhang first, I'll go have a meal with my friends, and come to see you in the evening. "

The unwillingness and anger of the otaku ghost was slowly calmed down by the golden light of merit on Shen Changan's body. He shook his head, what happened to him just now, why did he suddenly have such a strong hatred?

"Boss, where are you going?" He didn't dare to leave Shen Changan, hugged Shen Changan's thigh and said, "For the sake of my pity, you should find a way to help me."

"I will definitely find a way, but my friends are also very important." Shen Changan lowered his head and stretched out his hands to tear the otaku ghost off his legs, "As a human being, the most important thing is to be trustworthy. If you agree to have dinner with your friends, You must not break your promise. Uncle Zhang is safe here, and I will come to you at night."

The otaku ghost looked at Shen Chang'an pitifully: "Boss, you must come at night."

"Come, come, definitely come." Shen Changan nodded as he walked out the door, "Listen carefully to Uncle Zhang here, he will definitely not harm you."

Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Uncle Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, I will entrust this ghost to you."

"Okay." Uncle Zhang nodded, "Let's go, I'll check if he was borrowed from someone for his luck and lifespan."

With Uncle Zhang's promise, Shen Chang'an hurried out without mentioning what Uncle Zhang said, "If you don't frighten him, your surname is not Zhang".

The door of the room was closed again, and Yan Yin, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, put down his teacup, with a compassionate smile on his face: "Fellow Daoist Wang, what do you think about this matter?"

Uncle Zhang turned his head angrily: "Who is your name?"

"I'm calling you." Yan Yin recited the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, practitioners don't lie. Since your surname will no longer be Zhang, I think the surname Wang is also good."

"Get out!" Uncle Zhang kicked Yan Yin off the sofa, looked down at the obedient otaku squatting on the ground, got up and took out the cinnabar and talisman paper from the room, and began to calculate the otaku ghost's fortune.

After drawing a talisman, he was covered in sweat and his face was extremely ugly.

Yan Yin stretched out his hand and patted him on the back. Uncle Zhang looked better, and he shook his head: "Someone maliciously ruined his fortune, I can't figure it out."

In the world of metaphysics, Uncle Zhang is already an outstanding person. If he can't even be counted, it means that the cultivation level of the person doing things is far higher than him.

"Why don't you ask Yunfeng to do the calculation?" Yan Yin looked at the burnt talisman on the ground, feeling a faint worry in his heart, maybe some kind of conspiracy was unknowingly unfolding, but they still didn't know about it.Although Yunfeng is good at divination in the entire metaphysics world, if even he is helpless, then no one can do anything.

"It's useless." Uncle Zhang swallowed a elixir, his paper-pale face barely regained some blood, "I suspect that the person who did this was not a human being."

"If it's not a human, what could it be?" The uneasiness in Yan Yin's heart became more intense. What is more powerful than a human, a god or a demon?

Shen Changan hurried to Daonian's house, it was past one noon, he hurriedly finished the meal, helped Daonian pick up a few chopsticks of fish, wiped his mouth and got up to go to the office.

Walking to the door, he remembered that he still had something to do at night, so he said to Dao Nian: "Dao Nian, I have something to do tonight, so I won't be here tonight."

Looking at the table full of fish, meat and vegetables, Dao Nian put down his chopsticks, expressionless: "Oh."

The sound of hurried footsteps got farther and farther away, Dao Nian closed his eyes, reached out to sweep the table, and the steaming food disappeared completely.

As soon as Shen Chang'an left, the room that had been bustling just now suddenly became deserted.

"Sir." Liu Mao whispered, "A huge typhoon is forming in the East China Sea, and it will sweep across the coastal areas in two days. Do you want to let it land?"

Dao Nian: "Winter is coming soon."

Liu Mao hesitated to speak, worry appeared in his eyes.

"Winter is not a period of frequent typhoons, so there is no need to make landfall." Just as Dao Nian finished his sentence, thunder suddenly rumbled in the sky, as loud as if it exploded above the house they lived in.

Hu Ming, who was pulling weeds in the garden, was so frightened that he couldn't control his tail and got out.The parrot Fei Ying on the bird stand was so frightened that she hid her head in her wings, her claws holding on to the bird stand trembled.

"Sir!" Liu Mao said with a trembling voice, "You broke the precept."

"The Grand Dao has already died, what can it do to me?" Dao Nian looked up at the window, the dark clouds in the sky kept rolling, as if they were roaring, his eyes revealed a sarcasm, "If I say no landing, then no need to land."

Thunder flashes in the dark clouds, and thunder strikes down.

Dao Nian waved his hand, and a golden light flew out from his palm, and the thunder that struck down was abruptly blocked by this light.

"Thunder is too loud." Dao Nian kept his eyes on him, "Sooner or later they will perish. What's the use of talking about such rules now?"

The dark clouds rolled in the sky for a while, and finally dissipated slowly, and the sky returned to a clear appearance, as if the thunder and sky changes just now did not exist.

"First, sir, why do you want to violate the rules?" Liu Mao was so frightened that his teeth chattered, "If you continue like this, you will be like Dao..."

"Oh?" Dao Nian sarcastically said, "Da Dao itself can't sustain its demise, so how useful are these rules left behind?"

"But you shouldn't be like this. Although you are in charge of the 49 laws of the world, there is still a vitality that is not in your hands. I am worried that this vitality will become your nemesis, making you like a great way..."

"I am existence, not life." Dao Nian lowered his eyelids and said expressionlessly, "If you want to perish, then perish."

"But...but..." Liu Mao didn't know how to persuade an existence without joy or anger. He looked at the empty dining table and said suddenly, "But you accept Mr. Shen's key, even if you don't care about dying, at least you can You have to accompany him for a hundred years. If you do this now, I am very worried about you."

A hundred years is so short, but it only takes an instant for the way of heaven to dissipate.

"Day is fifty, Tianyan is fourty-nine, and humans are one of them." Dao Nian read this sentence softly, "Other races think that I prefer humans, but they don't know that the one who really prefers humans is Dao."

Therefore, before dissipating, human beings were given the way of vitality that can restrain the way of heaven, so among so many races, only human beings dare to say "human beings can conquer heaven".

In human film and television dramas, demons and gods will always appear in front of everyone in the form of humans after they attain enlightenment.However, human beings don't know that there are gods and demons before humans in this world. It's just that the Dao allows human beings to have the appearance that gods and demons can only have after they have practiced Taoism.

Since Dao loves humans so much, he might as well follow Dao's wishes and let this natural disaster not harm humans.But the subconscious mind of the rules left by Dao seems to want him to do this evil way, and wants him to allow the typhoon to land, and then let human beings rely on their own strength to overcome this disaster.

People always like to scold "God has no eyes", "Thieves God" and "The sky is unfair". This time, he followed their wishes and was really unfair once.

The typhoon that was supposed to make landfall suddenly hovered over the sea. The demon cultivators of the Shui tribe were very surprised.

"Strange, according to the original trajectory, the typhoon should have landed in the coastal cities in the early hours of tonight, causing many casualties. Why did it stop suddenly?" After hesitating for a long time in the cave, he got up and went to see the lord.

However, after meeting the adults, he thought that there was something wrong with his ears.

"What, is this what you mean?" The big monster of the water tribe was a little shocked. Did he make a mistake in his calculations, or did Lord Tiandao suddenly go crazy.

Dao Nian played with a shining star, expressionless said: "Yes."

"But originally..."

Dao Nian looked at him and said nothing.

The big monster of the Shui clan was startled, bowed and said: "Thank you for letting me know, sir, I understand."

He withdrew from the enchantment of the adults, his mind was in a mess.Ever since Lord Tiandao didn't like to see the elders of various clans less and less, he has been feeling uneasy in his heart.

He was not surprised by this change today, but felt a sense of helplessness that it had finally come.

"Have you checked Weibo? Satellites have detected a huge airflow over the sea. This airflow may form a typhoon of more than ten levels and land in the coastal areas." Chen Panpan posted the news on the Internet and said to his colleagues, "Weather The bureau said that if the typhoon makes landfall, several cities near the sea will be affected, and now they have started to evacuate nearby people to typhoon shelters.”

Hearing what Chen Panpan said, Shen Changan took out his mobile phone and looked at it. In the photos taken by the satellite, the typhoon air mass seemed to cover half of the earth, which looked very scary.

"If this lands, I don't know how much property and personal safety will be lost." Chen Panpan sighed, "I have a classmate whose family lives in the coastal area. I hope that God will bless the typhoon and let this typhoon digest itself at sea."

Shen Changan scrolled through the comments under the news, and many netizens were posting prayer icons, and there were countless people praying for God's blessing.

On the contrary, the locals are very calm, and some netizens complained that a certain brand of food is not popular on the Internet. All other foods in the supermarket have been emptied, and only this brand is left.

"The food of this brand is obviously delicious." Shen Chang'an whispered, "It's spicy and numbing, it's so satisfying to eat." He sighed, and joined the netizens, praying that this time can pass safely.

"I hope the local people can get through this natural disaster safely."

After get off work in the afternoon, when Shen Changan hurried to Uncle Zhang's house, he saw the house boy sitting on the floor, holding a few incense candles in his hand, eating with great relish.

"Boss, have you eaten yet?" Seeing Shen Changan coming back, the otaku ghost said subconsciously, "How about eating some together?"

Shen Changan: "..."

"No, thanks." He would not be interested in this kind of food for decades.

Only then did the otaku ghost realize that he had said something wrong, and smiled flatteringly at Shen Changan: "I can cook by myself, or I'll make some for you. I cook all the lunch."

Shen Changan looked at the three people sitting on the sofa, he couldn't believe it, these three people even enslaved ghosts?

After thinking about it, he sat next to Zhang Gu, smiled at the otaku ghost, "Then it will be troublesome."

Uncle Zhang and Yan Yinqi turned their heads to look at him, showing a "teachable" smile.

"Have you found out the matter?" Shen Changan glanced at the empty table, he was used to the days when Dao Nian's family had food everywhere, but now he was not used to seeing the empty table.

"No." Uncle Zhang shook his head, "Yunfeng, the most powerful in our metaphysics world, can't figure out the reason. No matter how you look at it, this son is blessed with both fortune and fortune."

"But he died suddenly." Shen Changan looked in the direction of the kitchen, and the house boy poked his head out from the door, "Boss, can you eat spicy food?"

Although the otaku ghost's appearance can only be considered ordinary, but the way he smiles is somewhat pleasing.Thinking of such a simple young man who not only died due to inexplicable reasons, but also had no chance of reincarnation, Shen Changan couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

He smiled at the otaku ghost: "I'm not very good at spicy food, but occasionally I want to eat some, thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, I understand, I can definitely cook the dishes you like." The otaku ghost smiled at him, retracted his head, and after a while, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.

Shen Changan touched his chin, and asked Uncle Zhang and Master Yan Yin again: "Can't you really try to invite Yin soldiers?"

I really can't bear to see such a well-behaved young man encounter such an unfair thing.

Uncle Zhang felt that he had lost face because he couldn't handle even a little devil's matter well. Hearing Shen Chang'an's question, he broke the jar and said, "You can go ahead."

Shen Changan lost his temper because of this sentence: "Master, don't make fun of me, I haven't even learned any spells."

"How do you know if you don't try? You can't succeed?" Uncle Zhang stood up and said aggressively, "Wait, I'll prepare an altar for you." To convince a young man with strong self-awareness, the only way to convince him is to let him experience failure. Only then can he fully understand what reality is.

"Hey..." Shen Changan looked at Uncle Zhang who really entered the house to prepare the altar, and was a little dumbfounded. People in the metaphysics world like to hit straight balls?

Zhang Gu patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "My uncle has always had this temper, after you fail to appeal to God, he will return to normal."

"What if it succeeds?" Shen Changan joked.

"Benefactor Shen, you are really a young man with rich imagination." Yan Yin smiled gently, "My humble monk thinks that a talent like you is very suitable for practicing Buddhism. You really don't think about it?"

Shen Changan: "..."

"No thanks."

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