The former virtuous tribulation was first formed, and it rose with the earth, according to the three thousand worlds. The lower pole of the golden wheel, the upper invasion of the earth. King Kong. More than 100 steps per week. The virtuous robbed a thousand demon gods, and sat down into Vajra Ding. Therefore, it is called Vajra Throne. The Holy Shrine is also known as the Dojo. The earth shakes, but there is no tumbling. Therefore, the demon god will prove enlightenment, and the earth will be tilted in all four corners. After that, it's quiet. Since entering the last calamity, the Fa-rectification has been immersed. The sand is covered and there is no longer to be seen. After the demon god Nirvana, the kings of all countries, it is rumored that the Buddha said that the Vajra seat is measured. Then the two-body demon dragon statue was demarcated between the north and the south, and the east side was sitting. Hearing the old people, he said: This magic dragon statue is gone, and the magic should be exhausted. The demon dragon in the south of the present day is not in his chest.

----- "Miracles"

A split second before, Ah Xiu was riding on the world's largest merry-go-round, clinging to his Hippogriff. But suddenly, the red and white lights on the merry-go-round flickered and then all went out. He descended from a sea of starlight, and the waltz played by the machine became a heavy, rhythmic rumble, like the sound of cymbals or waves coming from across the distant sea.

The only source of light comes from the stars, and the cold starlight illuminates everything. Beneath him, his monster gradually transformed into a living animal, stretching out its limbs. His left hand could touch the warm fur of its body, and his right hand stroked the feathers around its neck.

"It's been a great trip, isn't it?" a voice came from behind him, echoing in his ears and in his head at the same time.

Ah Xiu slowly turned around. As he moves, his movements become a series of slow-motion images, a series of freeze frames of a fraction of a second, and every subtle movement seems to be infinitely extended and expanded. The image transmitted to the brain through the eyes is strange, as if he is looking at the world through the dragonfly's multi-diamond compound eyes, but each edge of the compound eye sees something completely different. He is unable to combine what the eye sees—or what he thinks he sees—into a meaningful whole.

He was now looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a straight beard like a pencil, wearing a plaid sweatshirt and lemon-yellow gloves, riding on a lion on a merry-go-round, dancing up and down high in the air.

At the same time, however, in the same position, he saw a large spider as large as a horse with jeweled stones, its eyes were emerald colored, and it was looking at him condescendingly. At the same time, he saw an extremely tall man, with teak-colored reddish-brown skin and three pairs of arms, wearing a flowing headdress made of ostrich feathers, with red stripes painted on his face, sitting on the back of a raging golden lion, two of his six arms clinging to the lion's mane, and at the same time he saw a young black boy, dressed in tattered clothes, with his entire left foot swollen and covered with black mosquitoes, and finally, behind all these images, Ashur saw a small brown spider, hiding under a withered yellow leaf。

Ashur saw all of them, and he knew that they were all the same thing.

"If you don't keep your mouth shut," said the images belonging to Mr. Nancy, "something will fly in." ”

Ah Xiu closed his mouth, which was open in surprise, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with some difficulty.

At the top of the hill was a wooden house of worship, about a mile away from them. They each rode their mounts towards the temple, and the bodies of the monsters continued to grow, their paws silently trampling on the dry sand of the sea.

Knoborg rode on the back of his centaur, and he patted the mount's human arm. "None of this really happened," he reassured Ashu, his voice low and muffled, "it all happens only in your brain. You'd better not think about anything. ”

In Ah Xiu's eyes, what he saw was an old Eastern European immigrant with gray hair, wearing a shabby raincoat and a mouthful of smoke-stained teeth, real and believable. But at the same time he saw a crouching black creature, darker than the darkness that surrounded it, its eyes as if they were two pieces of burning coal, and a prince with long flowing black hair, a long black beard, his hands and face covered with blood, naked and with only a bearskin over his shoulders. His mount is a half-human, half-beast monster with a blue spiral tattoo tattooed on his face and body.

"Who are you?" asked Ashu, "what are you?"

Their mounts walked along the shore, and the waves crashed violently against the shore at night, giving a deafening roar.

The wolf under Drinkward's crotch had become a behemoth with green eyes and charcoal-gray fur, and he guided the mount to Asho's side. Ashu's mount writhed restlessly, trying to escape from the wolf's side, and the tiger's tail fluttered in an aggressive stance. Ah Xiu grabbed it by the neck and couldn't help but comfort it. For some reason, it occurred to him that there must be another wolf, the same one that Drinkward was riding, that followed them not far from the sand dunes behind, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Do you know who I am, Asho?" asked Drinkward. He sat on the back of a wolf, his head proudly tilted, his eyes shining brightly. He was wearing a cloak, a dark, old hooded cloak, similar to the one that Ashu had seen with the portraits of the weird witches, except that it was darker and had a hood.

His face was hidden in the darkness, staring at Ah Xiu. "I told you that one day I would tell you my real name. Listen, the Muggles don't know much about me, but I have brought them the gift of war, and the wizards, the chosen people of the Demon God, are full of awe for me, and even though these reverences have weakened over the years, they still call me the Demon King! I am the Dark Lord ---- Gatler Drinkward, who rules the wizarding world of the entire continent. "Ghostly grey birds surround Drinkward like ghosts cloaked in transparent bird feathers, and they stick their beaks into Drinkward's body as if pecking at his flesh. Then, they flapped their wings and dissipated into the empty world like fog.

What should I believe?, Ashu thought to himself. At this moment, a rumbling low voice came from somewhere deep underground, answering his question: believe in everything in front of you.

"Gatler Drinkward?" asked Asho softly, a gust of wind blowing the name away from his lips.

"Gatler Drinkward. Drinkward whispered, but the roar of the waves crashing against the shore could not stifle his whispers. "Gatler Drinkward. Drinkward said again, his voice turning into a cry of victory, reverberating through heaven and earth. The echo of the name continued to grow, and the roar seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, and Ah Xiu's ears were almost blown blood.

Then, as if everything was in a dream, they were no longer on their way to the distant temple. When they came to the gate of the temple, their mounts were tied to the stables in front of the temple.

The hall is grand and tall, but slightly rough. The roof is made of thatch, and the walls are made of rough wood. A bonfire burned in the center of the hall, and the smoke filled the air, stinging Ah Xiu's eyes.

"These things should really be done in my head, not in his head. Mr. Nancy muttered to Ashu, "In that case, we'll be much warmer now." ”

"Are we in his head?"

"Pretty much. This is the world of projection with the Guardian God, and his old thoughts are here. ”

Ah Xiu was relieved to see that Nancy had reverted to the old man wearing yellow gloves, but Ah Xiu behind him was constantly shaking, swaying, and changing under the light of the flames, transforming into all kinds of inhuman shadows.

Against the wall were rows of wooden benches, about a dozen or so people sitting or standing, at some distance from each other, apparently improvised. Among them were a dignified woman with dark skin and red Indian saris, a few scruffy-looking merchants, and a few others, who were too far away from the fire for Ashur to see them all.

"Where are they?" Drinward asked Nancy in a shrill voice, "Hey, where are they? There should be dozens of them here." Dozens!"

"If you want to invite, you've invited them all. "It's a miracle that you can recruit so many people." Why don't I tell a story and use it as an introduction?"

Drinkward shook his head. "Absolutely not. ”

"They don't look very friendly. "Storytelling is a good way to win people to your side." Besides, you don't have bards to sing legends to them right now. ”

"Don't tell stories," said Drinkward, "not now." Wait a minute, there will be time for you to tell you the story, but not now. ”

"If you don't talk about it, let's talk about it, I'll warm up everyone. Mr. Nancy said, striding into the light of the campfire with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I know what you're all thinking. He said, "You are wondering, what the hell is the old man doing, and it is the demon kings of all Europe who have invited you here, but I have come out to speak to you as if I had invited you here. Well, you all know, sometimes people need to be reminded by others. When I came in, I looked around, and I thought, where are the rest of us? I thought, because we're so small and they're powerful, so we're weak, they're strong. However, that doesn't mean we're done.

"Once, I saw a tiger on the shore of a lake. Among the animals, his second eldest was the largest, with the sharpest claws, and two tiger fangs as long as daggers and as sharp as blades. He is quite proud of his dick. I said to him, Brother Tiger, go down and swim, and I'll take care of your dick for you. So he went down to the lake to swim, and I put his dick on myself, and left the little spider dick for him. Now, do you know what I'm doing? I'm slipping away. I stretched out all my legs and ran away as fast as I could.

"I kept running all the way to the nearest town, where I saw the old monkey. You look good, old monkey greets me. I said to him, do you know what the people in the town next door are singing? What are they singing? They were singing a funny song, I told him. Then I danced and sang as I went:

Tiger whip tiger whip, hehe,

I ate the tiger's whip,

Now no one can stop me,

No one can push me into a corner,

Because I have eaten the majesty of the tiger,

I ate the tiger's whip, hehe.

They laughed so hard that they beat their chests and trembled, and then he began to sing, 'Tiger Whip, Tiger Whip, I Ate the Tiger's Tiger Whip,' and he snapped his fingers as he sang, alternating his feet on the ground. It's a good song, and he said, I'm going to sing it to all my friends. Sing it to everyone, I said to him. Then I turned around and ran back to the lake.

"The tiger was walking anxiously around the lake, its tail whizzing around, and the hair on its ears and neck standing up uneasily. He bites down all the insects that fly past him with his massive saber-like teeth, and yellow flames of rage come out of his eyes. He looked very ashamed and panicked. Despite his tall stature, the smallest and most wrinkled of the smallest black spider you've ever seen swings between his legs.

"Hey, when he saw me, he immediately asked, you should take good care of while I swim, but when I came out of the water, there was nothing left on the shore, except for you, the small, crumpled, black, useless spider dick. ”

"I've done my best, I said to him, but those monkeys, they've come and eaten all of your dick. I went over and tried to persuade them to leave, but they even pulled mine off. I was so ashamed that I ran away.

"You're lying, the tiger is angry and says, I'm going to eat your liver. But just then, the monkeys came to the lake from their town. Dozens of happy monkeys walked down the road, snapping their fingers, tearing their voices open and singing:

Tiger whip tiger whip, hehe,

I ate the tiger's whip,

Now no one can stop me,

No one can push me into a corner,

Because I have eaten the majesty of the tiger,

I ate the tiger's whip, hehe.

The tiger roared, and he roared and rushed into the woods to chase the monkey. The monkeys screamed in terror and fled to the highest branches. And I grabbed my new and beautiful ones, and they hung nicely between my skinny thighs, and I went home. To this day, tigers continue to hunt down monkeys. So, you all have to remember that just because you are weak does not mean that you are not strong. ”

Mr. Nancy smiled and nodded, bowed, stretched out his arms, and accepted the applause and laughter of the audience, acting like a professional actor. He turned around and returned to where Ashu and Norberg were standing.