This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 153:

Jiang Luo's expression cracked.

Is the person he wants to kill a false god?

The person closest to God in the world? !

"..."

After a while, he took a deep breath, and his distorted face slowly calmed down again.

Isn't it a false god? Is Chi You's body still a Cthulhu, didn't he deal with it the same way? The big deal will kill the gods, anyway, just a fake god, afraid of a fart.

He calmed down so quickly, Ji Yaozi couldn't help but look at him with admiration. Jiang Luo used his finger to pin the Conspiracy Pendant, "Can he see this thing right?"

Ji Yaozi smiled, and said a little arrogantly: "The only thing I can compare to the fate is the refining tool."

Then Jiang Luo was relieved.

Apart from the fatalist by the pool, there is also Feng Li who hasn't appeared all morning. The celestial master in a Tang suit was expressionless and looked colder than usual. His gaze glanced at Jiang Luo and Ji Yaozi, and then put them back flatly, as if there were no waves.

Ji Yaozi felt that Feng Li looked a little wrong, "Your master doesn't seem to be in a good mood today, his face is much colder than usual..."

Turning his head, he found that Jiang Luo's face was much colder than before.

Ji Yaozi slapped his tongue, what happened to the master and disciple?

Jiang Luo didn't look at Feng Li, and walked straight to the pool to soak. Halfway through the soak, in order to induce the fatalist to touch his dementor, Jiang Luo pretended that he was seriously injured, weak in his hands and feet, and unable to soak.

The people by the pool really noticed his strangeness and said fatefully, "Heavenly Master, go and see him."

Feng Li's eyes passed through the hot fog and placed on Jiang Luo's body. He watched for several seconds, took a step forward, and suddenly stopped, his tone of voice did not fluctuate.

The alcohol on his body has now disappeared completely.

The fatalist looked at Ji Yaozi again. Feng Li noticed his gaze, remembered the intimacy between Ji Yaozi and Jiang Luo, frowned, and his eyes sank, "Ji Yaozi can't do it either."

Looking at it this way, no one seemed to be able to help Jiang Luo except the fatalist. The fatalist didn't say much any more, and quickly stepped into the water and walked in front of Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes and frowned a little bit of pain between his eyebrows. The water droplets on his face did not know whether it was sweat or spring water. The fatalist held his arm to prevent him from sliding into the water, and whispered: "Jiang Luo, Jiang fall?"

Jiang Luo opened his eyes and glanced at him with unbearable pain, his voice faint, "Fate."

The fateful man's hair was so white that it was not dyed with slender dust. Jiang Luo's eyes were reflected. The Fate Man's appearance is quite "Zen", his eyelids are thin and gentle, but he appears ruthless when he is lifted. The Fate’s cold and Feng Li’s cold are two types of cold. Perhaps some people don’t think the Fate is "cold", and mistakenly regard this cold as tenderness.

One is like snow for many years, killing people silently, and one with sharp edges and corners, like cold and hard ice.

Jiang Luo glanced at the water around the fatal man.

The water was clean and thorough, without a trace of muddy. Because the destiny is a false god, is there no trace of malice and desire?

But God still has private thoughts. Does the fatalist really have no "evil" thoughts or desires?

Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.

He put away all his emotions, raised his head with a pale face, his feet were unstable, and he grabbed the arm of the destiny.

Feng Li, who was watching by the shore, couldn't help taking two steps forward.

Ji Yaozi followed him and saw that the fatalist in the water stretched out his hands and held Jiang Luo in time.

He was about to make fun of Feng Li's worry about his apprentice, but his expression suddenly froze, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant.

Jiang Luo didn't want to... he wanted to look at the interior scene of the Fate Man, right? !

Why is he so courageous!

In the water, the earring on Jiang Luo's left ear swayed twice.

The Fate Man was attracted by the eardrops, and he was a little surprised and said: "Desperate Pendant?"

Doubt flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes, "Desperate?"

The Fate Man shook his head, raised his hand and brushed the hanging ear, and muttered, "I haven't seen such a unique dementor in a long time."

It succeeded.

The corner of Jiang Luo's mouth bends slightly, and his eyes white in the next instant. After a while, he steps on the ground with his feet.

The body is light, this is the familiar feeling of the soul out of the body. Jiang Luo raised his head and found himself standing in front of a temple.

This is the interior view of the Fate Man.

Let him take a look at the secrets of the Fate Man.

There are two stone lions in front of the temple. The red wall has a solemn appearance. A plaque is hung on the door with the three characters "Bailu Temple".

Jiang Luo stepped into the Bailu Temple. The entrance to the temple was a lotus pond. The emerald green lotus leaves are lush, and dewdrops roll down from above the lotus leaves. Several pink lotus flowers are blooming scorchingly, standing high among the lotus leaves.

The plants and trees here are full of Buddhism. Jiang Luo looked forward. Behind the lotus pond, in front of the hall where a Buddha statue is placed, there is a huge tripod-style incense burner alone.

The tripod-style censer was filled with densely packed incense. The misty white cigarettes floated into the sky. Jiang Luo walked around the lotus pond and walked to the censer. Looking down, the incense ash in the censer had already filled the entire censer.

These incenses are of different colors and lengths, some have already burned halfway, and some have just burned from the beginning.

Jiang Luo thoughtfully.

He pulled out two incense sticks, and the incense disappeared in a blink of an eye when it reached his hand.

Jiang Luo took advantage of the remaining time to quickly glance over several halls.

The whole temple is well-regulated and there is nothing unusual. The only eye-catching thing in the interior of the Fate Man is the tripod-style incense burner beside the lotus pond. Jiang Luo returned here again, thinking of Ji Yaozi's words, "Enjoy...enjoy..."

"Burning incense to worship gods, incense is the medium, incense, incense ashes, and censer are a whole set of processes conveyed to the gods," he said to himself, "is these incenses the concretized beliefs of those who worship the fatalists?"

"right."

A voice suddenly came from behind Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo's hair was horrified for a moment, and his hairs stood up. He immediately turned around and looked around, and saw the destiny standing opposite the lotus pond.

The moment he saw him clearly, Jiang Luo's scalp was numb, and his whole body became extremely tight.

The corners of the fatalist's lips smiled gently, "This is the source of my strength."

"A man can become a **** if he gains faith," the fatalist stepped on the lotus leaf in the lotus pond. He walked slowly towards the river through the blossoming red lotus. "Oriental Taoist gods, Western Buddhas Bodhisattva, the more enshrined in temples and the more believers, the stronger their power. But is there really a **** in this world?"

He sighed melanly, "No one has seen God, including me."

Jiang Luo took a step back cautiously.

"We have to invite gods for writing talismans, and we have to invite gods for our methods. The shamans can also invite gods to their upper bodies, but if you ask them if there are any gods in the world, they will probably answer no."

The Fate Man has walked to the center of the lotus pond. The lotus leaf he is stepping on is so weak, but it is firmly supported under the feet of the Fate Man, "In this world, there are many things that claim to be immortals."

"Fox Fairy, Huang Great Fairy, including hedgehogs, snakes, and mice, they are what we call the five great immortals," Fateman, "mountain gods, land, bride Ding, black and white impermanence... We seem to have some little gods too."

He walked out of the lotus pond, "But the real gods, no one knows whether they exist or not."

Jiang Luo had already retreated behind the incense burner, her lips pressed tightly, staring at the fatalist.

"So I was curious and wanted to try to see if man could become a new god," the fatalist walked to the incense burner, looked at the curling cigarettes, and smiled, "Jiang Luo, do you want to be a god?"

Jiang Luo pulled his lips, still acting calmly in a state of desperation, "Is this a dream? Fate, I don't understand what you mean."

The fatalist looked at him tenderly, his gaze was as if he was looking at a disobedient junior, he said: "You understand."

Jiang Luo stared at him blankly, without showing the slightest strangeness.

The fatalist looked at him and smiled slowly.

It seemed that there was a heavy snowfall falling to the ground, and Jiang Luo was about to be submerged in it. This look did not contain the slightest killing intent. On the contrary, the snow in the eyes of the fatalist was like soft sea water. It only surrounded Jiang Luo, but was not prepared to drown Jiang Luo.

There is total kindness in it, just like the kindness of a fatalist who killed a bird for the sake of others.

Jiang Luo suddenly had a bold idea. He suddenly stretched out his hand to quickly pull out a few pieces of incense from the incense burner, and then stared at the fatalistic humanity: "If I do this, will you be angry?"

The fatalist smiled helplessly, "No."

Jiang Luo continued to ask: "Will you kill me?"

Fate and humanity: "Of course not."

Jiang Luo smiled, and the corners of his lips made a beautiful curve. If the evil spirit is here, you can see that the black-haired youth's smile is purely dark and evil, "Will gods kill?"

The fatalist looked at him for a while, and said slowly: "No."

In the eyes of God, everything in the world is the same.

They are full of love for people. Everyone is loved by the gods the same way. The same is true for life except people. If everything is the same, it will only show God's ruthlessness. The birth, old age, sickness and death of mankind in the eyes of God is no different from the birth, old age, sickness and death of a grass or a bug. They watch all the changes in the world from high above, and no one is special in the eyes of God.

They can easily kill humans, but just like people don't have the intent to kill a piece of soil under their feet or a drop of water in a river, gods don't have the intent to kill humans either.

In traditional fairy tales, no fairy goes down to kill evil. But in the story, the boundary between **** and man is not particularly clear. Gods also have emotions, and jealousy and love arise. Jiang Luo can hear the story of Cowherd and Weaver Girl, let alone other gods who sacrificed for righteousness.

But the false **** of Fate Man is different from the fairy gods in the legend.

He has no evil thoughts and desires, no emotions. He was kind to everything-such a difference seemed very deliberate in Jiang Luo's eyes, and it was disgusting.

It's like a fatal man can only become a false **** and become a true **** only if he maintains this.

But what if the fatalist has evil thoughts and desires?

The fatalist wants to induce Jiang Luo to become ruthless and righteous. Can Jiang Luo induce the evil of the fatalist in the opposite direction?

Let him produce anger, killing intent, greed, desire...

Even the idea of wanting to become a **** is a kind of desire.

Jiang Luo's eyes flashed.

When a fatalist has malice and desires, will he fall from a false **** to the altar again and become a human being?

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Destiny: Do you want to be a god?

Jiang Luo: Do you want to be pulled off the altar by me?