This Damned Thirst for Survival

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

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

But this is also understandable. Ji Yaozi has only lived with his mother in this village for three years. What can a three-year-old child remember?

Ji Yaozi walked into the village step by step, showing nostalgia and confusion.

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

There was an uncle picking dung passing by on the roadside, Ji Yaozi quickly stopped the uncle, "Brother, do you know where Zhao Zhirong's home is?"

The uncle put down the shoulder pole and scratched his head wonderingly, with a thick voice, "Zhao Zhirong? I haven't heard the name before."

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

"Zhao Zhirong, Zhao Zhirong," the uncle chanted, without any impression of the name, "I really don't remember, otherwise you can ask the village head Uncle Zhao?"

Ji Yaozi was a little disappointed, and then asked, "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 startled, and said angrily: "You outsider, how can you talk nonsense! The river in our village has never drowned anyone, don't curse our village!"

After that, the uncle stopped talking to Ji Harrier, and walked away angrily with the pole on his back.

Ji Yaozi froze in place.

No, how could you never drown anyone?

Ji Yaozi always felt that something was wrong, and some slight violations and cold came out of her head. Ji Yaozi walked forward for a while, and stopped another villager. This time he stopped an old man specifically.

But the old man had never heard of Zhao Zhirong's name, and also said that people had drowned in the river in his village.

Ji Yaozi even asked seven or eight people the same answer, and the void in his heart grew bigger and bigger. There was no river for drowning people, no Zhao Zhirong, or even Ji Yaozi's real name, Zhao Zhen, no one knew.

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

Where are those neighbors?

There was a discrepancy between reality and memory, and Ji Yaozi was in a daze, sweating. He walked to the river in despair and looked at the gurgling water, but Ji Yaozi couldn't control the trembling of his fingers. He felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet and went straight into his Tianling Gai.

Is his memory fake? Doesn't his mother actually exist?

Who is he then?

He and the Fate... is it really a father-son relationship?

Ji Yaozi was in a cold sweat with the warm sun on his head.

Rizhao is empty.

Jiang Luo didn't want to fall into a state of frantic anxious thoughts, and didn't want to waste time waiting for Chi You to return, 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 rebellion against Buddha, saw Master Chengde again, he couldn't help but reddened his eyes.

Master Cheng De saw him like this, but his eyes were also sour.

But after all he was a stable person, Master Chengde suppressed his tears as he breathed, "Please come with the old monk."

This is the second time Jiang Luo has come to the Jokhang Temple.

The last time I came was a winter that was covered in silver, and there was layer after layer of snow. This meeting is already spring, green and green everywhere, full of vitality, like a baby in March, revealing the beauty of leisure and nature.

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

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

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the master abbot opened his eyes, and his piercing eyes looked sideways, "Donor Jiang, Lord Say, please come in."

Jiang Luo hooked his lips and walked into the Buddhist room with the circled Seyol. He just crossed the threshold with one foot, and suddenly turned back and lowered his voice: "There are several newly built temples in Jokhang Temple that are not in use. Go and help me choose one. The temple with the best feng shui is here."

Zhuo Zhongqiu looked at each other, what did he choose the temple for?

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

The door was slowly closed by Master Chengde.

Canyang was driven out from the crack of the door inch by inch, and finally squeaked, leaving only four people in the room.

The abbot master looked at Jiang Luo and Serel with a smile, and his eyes flickered from time to time. Seryol was a little scared when he was seen, and couldn't help but squeeze to Jiang Luo's side.

Jiang Luo behaved decently. He sat calmly, picked up the tea and slowly tasted the taste of the tea, boasting: "The tea in Jokhang Temple is always so fragrant, the entrance is slightly bitter, and the aftertaste is sweet. Have a taste."

"These are all small wild teas that don't have a name. We grow them ourselves and pick them on the mountains," the master abbot said kindly. "If you like it, just take some home and drink it. The lungs are good for the body."

Jiang Luo was not welcome, and thanked him generously.

Serel also quietly thanked him. He drank a sip of tea like Jiang Luo, and his facial features were wrinkled in pain.

Jiang Luo asked, "Why did the two masters invite me and Serel for tea?"

"Of course it's because you two are the most different," the abbot's old voice slowly said, "but the old monk has a clumsy eye and can't see where you came from."

Jiang Luo also guessed this was the reason.

He is now the living dead, belongs to the less evil line of evil, and will never become a god. But there is the power of worship in his body, this power is almost at the level of a false god, and Serel is even more impermanent. These two masters can't see through them, but can see their differences.

Jiang Luo smiled, and asked nonchalantly, "Do the two masters have anything to say to us?"

He knew exactly what the abbot wanted to say, but he didn't know it. Master Chengde smiled and shook his head, 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 enemies with the fatalists?"

The master abbot turned the Buddha beads in his hand and said lightly: "If it weren't for the fatalists to change the content of the prophecy to deceive others, we Buddhism would not have to die three elders and three juniors, and Ge Wuchen would not have to run away with infamy, nor would he have to. Burning the entire Tibetan scripture pavilion, if anyone has an enmity with the destiny, I am definitely one of the best at the Jokhang Temple."

Jiang Luo said, "Ge Wuchen said that those who knew the truth about his betrayal to Buddhism were dead. How did you two know what happened that year?"

Master Chengde sneered, "The three masters of the writing were buried in the sea of ​​flames the night they predicted the prediction, and Ge Wuchen murdered and escaped from Buddhism. This incident was so sudden that we didn't need him to tell us, we could guess it ourselves. "

Jiang Luo sighed sympathetically, drank the tea in silence, and said nothing about cooperation.

This is different from what he imagined. Master Chengde knew that Jiang Luo hadn't believed them yet, so he couldn't help but said, "Donor Jiang, how can you believe us?"

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

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

Instead, the master abbot promptly said: "Write it."

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 their expressions became more candid and trustworthy.

Master Chengde smiled and asked, "Donor Jiang, do you have any plans to deal with the destiny?"

They are all his own, and Jiang Luo just said, "Yes."

"any solution?"

"This method still needs the help of the Jokhang Temple," Jiang Luo said, "I intend to pretend to be a true **** and'come down' to the Jokhang Temple to lure the destiny to appear. The destiny has an extraordinary paranoia towards becoming a god, no matter how catching it is. Shadow’s rumors, even if he knows there is a fraud, he will take a look."

A cold light flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes, "If I fight alone, I will definitely not lose to the fate, but even if I defeat him in this way, I don't think it is ruthless enough."

"When he comes to the Jokhang Temple, I will make him believe that I am the true God. After he believes that I am the true God, if he wants to become a god, he will have to work hard to ask me, the true God, for guidance. "Whatever I say, he will do what he will do," Jiang Luo said, "and I want to ruin him and tear my own false god."

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

The hand of the abbot holding the Buddha beads was also faintly trembling with excitement. His eyes were clearer than ever before, but he quickly calmed down from his excitement. "The fateful man has lived for more than two hundred years. He is the only false god. He believes that you are the coming of the true god?"

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

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

Jiang Luo closed his eyes.

Just as Master Chengde and the abbot were wondering, a mighty force suddenly burst out from Jiang Luo's body, and the majestic power of faith poured out like a flood, instantly occupying everything in the Zen house domineeringly.

The two old men stared in disbelief.

The young head of the scientific research bureau opened his eyes again, and his eyes were full of smiles, and his whole figure was like a **** with the power of intimacy and surrender.

"is this OK?"

Master Cheng De and the abbot stared at him in a daze, the expressions on their faces suddenly became surprised and happy, and even a little at a loss!

"This, this," Master Chengde was overjoyed, "You are, you are?! The fatalist may really be unable to solve your strategy!"

The presiding master chanted the meditation sutra silently several times before stabilizing the beating heart, "We can't reach your realm, and I don't know if the destiny can discover that you are not the true god, Jiang Shizhu, are you really sure to hide it from him? "

Jiang Luo curled his lips, "I'm sure, even if he doesn't fully believe that I am the true god, he won't totally deny that I am false. He is too obsessed with becoming a god, and he will not let it go as long as there is any hope. The fate has never seen the true god, of course he does not know what the true **** is. I will not face him, as long as I absorb enough power of worship and mobilize all the power of worship when he comes to disguise himself, he will definitely Be confused."

"As long as he is confused and believes a point, then it will be easy."

Jiang Luo looked at Seror, "Besides, Seror is a real god. Seror will stay by my side at any time afterwards. For example, I'd come to one of your Jokhang temples. Liao will stay with me in the temple. In this way, even if the fatalists use divination to calculate whether there is a **** in the temple, the answer will only be yes."

Who made Seyol be impermanent.

Jiang Luo intends to borrow Seyol's white impermanence to create an absolutely realistic setting for himself, thereby deceiving the fateful.

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

Master Chengde and the abbot slowly understood, their eyes were getting brighter and their bodies trembling slightly with excitement. Jiang Luo said leisurely: "It really cannot do without your help."

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

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

"At that time, many people will come to worship me. These are all the power of offerings. Don't waste it. Therefore, there must be statues and incense burners in the temple. Two masters, can you let the fatalists be fooled? , Mainly depends on the power of your propaganda."

The two old men smiled bitterly: "You are telling us to lie."

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

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

This is almost a matter of no consideration.

"Just do as you said," Grandmaster Chengde stood up and wanted to go out vigorously. "Lie if you lie. As long as you can be punished by the fatalist, I am willing to let me die. You wait, I Go and pick the right temple for you."

Jiang Luofeng said calmly, "No, Master, I've already asked people to pick it."

Master Chengde: "..."

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

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