This Damned Thirst for Survival

On the other side, Ji Yaozi finally returned to his hometown after a three-day journey.

He stood at the entrance of the village, but he felt very strange to this place, without the slightest sense of familiarity.

But this is justifiable, Ji Yaozi has only lived with his mother in this village for three years, what can a three-year-old remember?

Ji Yaozi walked into the village step by step, his eyes showed nostalgia and bewilderment.

After more than 40 years of changes, he and the village are completely strangers to each other.Ji Yaozi searched and searched but couldn't find the brick house when he was a child, or even the river where his mother drowned.

An uncle picking dung passed by, Ji Yaozi hurriedly stopped him, "Brother, do you know where Zhao Zhirong's home is?"

The uncle put down the shoulder pole, scratched his head in puzzlement, and said in a strong accent, "Zhao Zhirong? I've never heard of this name."

Ji Yaozi patiently added: "She is a local, but she has been dead for more than 40 years, brother, do you really not remember this name?"

"Zhao Zhirong, Zhao Zhirong," the uncle read over and over again, without any impression of the name, "I really don't remember, or you can ask Uncle Zhao, the head of the village?"

Ji Yaozi was a little disappointed, and asked again: "Brother, where is the river in the village?"

"There are rivers to the west and east, which river are you looking for?"

Ji Yaozi said: "Look for the river where people have drowned."

The uncle was taken aback, and said angrily, "You stranger, how can you talk nonsense! The river in our village has never drowned anyone, so don't curse our village!"

After finishing speaking, the uncle stopped talking to Ji Yaozi, and angrily left with his pole on his back.

Ji Yaozi froze in place.

No, how could it be possible that no one drowned?

Ji Yaozi always felt that something was wrong, some minor violations and colds came out.Ji Yaozi walked forward for a while, and stopped another villager, this time he specifically stopped an old man.

But the old man had never heard of Zhao Zhirong's name, and he also said that no one had been drowned in the river in his village.

Ji Yaozi even asked seven or eight people with the same answer, and his inner emptiness was getting bigger and bigger.There is no river that drowns people, there is no Zhao Zhirong, and no one even knows Ji Yaozi's real name Zhao Zhen.

How can this be?When the young kite was still called Zhao Zhen, he was sent to the county by seven or eight neighbors!

What about those neighbors?

There was a discrepancy between reality and memory, and Ji Yaozi was in a trance, sweating profusely.He walked to the river in a daze, looking at the gurgling river, but Ji Yaozi couldn't control the trembling of his fingers getting bigger and bigger, he felt a chill from the bottom of his feet, straight into his celestial cap.

Are his memories fake?Doesn't his mother actually exist?

Who is he?

Is he and the fateful man... really a father-son relationship?

With the warm sun on his head, Ji Yaozi broke out in a cold sweat for a moment.

The sun is shining.

Jiang Luo didn't want to fall into an anxious state of cranky thoughts, and didn't want to waste time waiting for Chi You to come back, so he tried his best to find things to do to keep himself busy every day.

The next day, he brought his companions to the Jokhang Temple.

After many years, when Ge Zhu, who knew the truth about Ge Wuchen's betrayal of Buddha, saw Master Chengde again, his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Seeing him like this, Master Chengde also felt sour in his eyes.

But after all, he is a steady person, Master Chengde suppressed his tears while breathing, "Please come with the old monk."

This is Jiang Luo's second visit to Jokhang Temple.

The last time I came was the snow-covered winter, with layers of snow.It's already spring, and the flowers are blooming everywhere, full of greenery and vitality, like a baby in March, exuding the beauty of leisure and nature.

Master Chengde took them to see the abbot master, and when they arrived at the meditation room, the abbot master had prepared tea and waited for them.

The tea was curling up and refreshing, but the master abbot only prepared four cups of tea.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the abbot master opened his eyes, looked sideways with his piercing eyes, "Jiang benefactor, Sai benefactor, please come in."

Jiang Luo pursed his lips and walked into the meditation room with Seriol, who was surrounded by the circle. Just as he stepped over the threshold, he suddenly turned around and said in a low voice: "There are several newly built temples in the Jokhang Temple that are not in use. Go and help me pick one out." Come to the temple with the best feng shui.”

Zhuo Zhongqiu and the others looked at each other, why did they choose a temple?

But after Jiang Luo had said everything, they nodded neatly.

The door was slowly closed by Master Chengde.

Canyang was driven out inch by inch through the crack of the door, and finally with a "creak", only four people were left in the room.

The master abbot looked at Jiang Luo and Seriol with a smile, and his eyes flickered from time to time.Serior was a little frightened, and couldn't help but squeezed towards Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo behaved decently, he sat calmly, picked up the tea and slowly savored the taste of the tea leaves, and boasted: "The tea in Jokhang Temple is always so fragrant, slightly bitter in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. Take a bite."

"These are small wild teas that don't have a name. We planted and picked them on the mountain," the abbot said kindly. "If you like it, you can take some home and drink it. This tea is clear and clear The lungs are good for the body."

Jiang Luo was not too polite, and thanked him openly.

Serior also thanked him in a low voice. He took a sip of tea following Jiang Luo's example, and his facial features were wrinkled by the bitterness.

Jiang Luo asked: "Why did the two masters invite me and Serior to drink tea?"

"Of course it's because the two of you are the most different," the abbot said slowly in an old voice, "but the old monk's eyesight is so dull that he still can't see where you came from."

Jiang Luo also guessed it was the reason.

He is now a living dead, belonging to the less evil line of evil spirits, and will never become a god.But he has the power of worship in his body, which is almost at the level of a false god, and Seriol is even more certain of Bai Wuchang. These two masters can't see through them, but they can see their difference.

Jiang Luo smiled, and continued to ask nonchalantly, "Is there anything the two masters want to tell us?"

He clearly knew what the two abbots wanted to say, but he just pretended not to know.Master Chengde shook his head with a smile, and said calmly: "What we want to tell you is about dealing with fateful people."

Jiang Luo pretended to be surprised, "The Jokhang Temple also has enmity with the fateful man?"

The abbot master turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said calmly: "If it wasn't for the fateful person who changed the content of the prophecy to deceive people, our Buddhist sect would not have to die three elders and three juniors. Ge Wuchen would not have to run away with infamy. Burned down the entire Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and if anyone had a grudge against the fateful person, my Jokhang Temple is definitely one of the best."

Jiang Luodao: "Ge Wuchen said that those who knew the truth about his rebellion against Buddha all died. How did you two know what happened back then?"

Master Chengde sneered, "The three masters of Chengwen were buried in the sea of ​​fire on the night when they predicted the prophecy. Ge Wuchen murdered and escaped from Buddhism. This incident was so sudden that we didn't need him to tell us. We can guess it by ourselves. "

Jiang Luo sighed sympathetically, drank his tea silently, and didn't say a word about the cooperation.

This was different from what he had imagined. Master Chengde knew that Jiang Luo didn't believe them yet, so he couldn't help but said, "Benefactor Jiang, why are you willing to believe us?"

"As long as you are willing to let me write a few words on you, I will believe you."

Master Chengde hesitated for a moment, he had never heard of this method, "writing?"

On the contrary, the master abbot said decisively: "Let's write."

Jiang Luo wrote the words "loyal to me" with his fingers on the backs of their hands. After the last stroke, the expressions of the two masters changed slightly, and they became more honest and trusting.

Master Chengde asked with a smile: "Benefactor Jiang, do you have any plans to deal with the fateful man?"

Since they were all his own people, Jiang Luo said directly, "Yes."

"any solution?"

"This method still needs the help of the Jokhang Temple," Jiang Luodao said, "I plan to pretend to be a true god, 'come down' to the Jokhang Temple, and lure the fateful person to appear. The fateful person has extraordinary paranoia about becoming a god, no matter how pretentious it is Shadow rumors, even if he knows there are frauds, he will come and take a look."

A cold light flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes, "If I fight alone, I will definitely not lose to Fate, but even if I beat him like this, I don't think it's cruel enough."

"When he comes to the Jokhang Temple, I will make him believe that I am the real 'god'. After he believes that I am the real god, if he wants to become a god, he needs to work hard to ask me, the 'true god', for guidance. He will do what I say, "Jiang Luodao, "and I will ruin his reputation and tear the skin of his false god."

Master Chengde couldn't help but slapped the table and said loudly: "Okay!"

The abbot Master’s hand holding the prayer beads was also faintly trembling with excitement. His eyes were clearer than ever before, but he quickly calmed down from the excitement, “Fateman has lived for more than 200 years. Are you a true god?"

Jiang Luo smiled slightly, and gently placed the teacup on the table.

The tea bowl fell to the table with a crisp sound.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes.

Just when Master Chengde and the abbot master were puzzled, a mighty force suddenly burst out from Jiang Luo's body, and the majestic power of faith poured out like a flood, instantly domineeringly occupying everything in the meditation room.

The two old men stared in disbelief.

The young leader of the scientific research bureau opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of smiles, and his whole person was like a god with the power to be close and surrender.

"is this OK?"

Master Chengde and the abbot master stared at him blankly, the expressions on their faces suddenly became surprised and happy, and even a little at a loss!

"This, this, this," Master Cheng De was ecstatic, "You actually, you unexpectedly?! Fate may really be unable to detect your scheme!"

The presiding master recited the Meditation Sutra silently several times before he stabilized his violently beating heart, "We can't reach your realm, and we don't know if the destiny man can find out that you are not a true god, Master Jiang, are you really sure to hide it from him? "

Jiang Luo raised the corners of his lips, "I'm sure, even if he doesn't completely believe that I'm a real god, he won't completely deny that I'm a fake. He's too obsessed with becoming a god, as long as he has any hope, he won't let it go Fated people have never seen the true god, so of course they don’t know what the true god is like. I will not face him face to face, as long as I absorb enough offering power and mobilize all the offering power to disguise myself when he comes, he will definitely Bewitched."

"As long as he is confused and believed, it will be easy afterwards."

Jiang Luo looked at Serior, "Besides, Seriol is a real god. Seriol will stay by my side anytime in the future. For example, I've descended" to a certain temple in your Jokhang Temple. Lior will also stay with me in the temple. In this way, even if the fateful person uses divination to find out whether there is a god in the temple, the answer will only be yes."

Who made Seriol the white impermanence?

Jiang Luo intends to use Serior's Bai Wuchang identity to create an absolutely realistic true god setting for himself, so as to deceive the fateful people around.

Seriol looked at Jiang Luo in admiration, "Jiang, I'll go wherever you go!"

Master Chengde and the abbot master slowly understood, their eyes became brighter and brighter, and their bodies trembled slightly with excitement.Jiang Luo said leisurely: "This is really inseparable from the help of the two of you."

Master Chengde's face was full of red light, "What help? Just say it!"

"Just like what I said before, give me a temple as a real god, and then use the name of Jokhang Temple to help me publicize it." Jiang Luo showed a bright smile, "You are representatives of Buddhism, and everyone knows that monks Don't lie, so as long as you say that the true god descended from Buddhism, everyone will believe it. As long as it spreads more and more widely, the fate people will definitely come to find out."

"At that time, many people will come to worship me. These are the powers of offerings sent up. Don't waste it, so there must be statues and incense burners in the temple. Two masters, can you let the fate be fooled in the future? , mainly depends on the power of your propaganda.”

The two old people smiled wryly: "You are telling us to lie."

Jiang Luo looked straight at them, "For revenge, are you willing to say it?"

Master Chengde and the abbot master were silent for a moment, then quickly made a decision.

This is almost a no-brainer.

"Just do as you said." Master Chengde stood up and was about to go out energetically. "You can lie if you lie. As long as you can punish the fate, I am willing to die. You wait, I Let’s pick a suitable temple for you.”

Jiang Luofeng said calmly: "No need, Master, I've already asked someone to choose."

Master Chengde: "..."

He looked at Jiang Luo strangely, and Jiang Luo looked back innocently.

Master Chengde finally couldn't help thinking, why is Jiang Luo so thick-skinned!