The beggar's room was filled with all kinds of messy items, including picked up garbage, some reading materials that came out of nowhere, a pair of chopsticks, a moldy pot, and an earthen stove with bricks that had not been used passively for a long time.

The sound of crying echoed in the room, and the voice was very desolate and miserable.

"Do you want to die?"

"Yes!" The beggar laughed self-deprecatingly, and tears fell out, and after a while, he suddenly stopped crying, jumped up from the ground, looked around and found that there was no one beside him, his expression changed suddenly, he was so frightened that he forgot the pain in his body, and the tears stopped, and he ran to the corner of the wall in an instant, and his back was against the wall.

"Who? Come out! ”

Zhang Xiaojian, who was outside the door, was stunned when he saw this dramatic scene, and instantly understood a truth, that is, people who want to die are also afraid of ghosts.

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, walked out helplessly, and said to the beggar, "Don't worry, I'm not a ghost." ”

The beggar got an answer, and when he saw Zhang Xiaojian standing outside the door, his body suddenly softened, and his whole body fell to the ground, his eyes no longer had color, and he sneered: "Another one to see the joke?" ”

"Do you look like me" Zhang Xiaojian spread his hands, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

The beggar looked at Zhang Xiaojian carefully, and recognized that the other party was the person who gave him a hundred yuan just now, and he said gratefully: "Thank you very much for your hundred yuan." ”

"I hurt you." Zhang Xiaojian said that he was very helpless, he didn't know that such a thing would happen if he gave too much.

"Huh." The beggar laughed, saying that he didn't care anymore.

Zhang Xiaojian saw a piece of glass in the other party's hand and seemed to understand something, "Give up?" ”

The beggar didn't speak, his expression was gloomy, and he gradually lost his color, this is a look that can only be seen when he has no hope in life, loses confidence in himself, and feels hopeless about life, and it won't be long before he doesn't have to live for a week, because Zhang Xiaojian has already seen that the dead air is gradually covering his face.

"Do you believe that there is a god on this shijie?" Zhang Xiaojian thought of something and said.

"God? If there is weishenme not to save me? I used to be a Christian and was absolutely religious. ”

When Zhang Xiaojian heard this, he was overjoyed, and secretly said that he did not go in the wrong direction, if things developed well, he would be able to get a devout believer, which was simply killing two birds with one stone, not only to get rid of his guilt, but also to get a devout believer, if he didn't do such a thing, it would be too idiotic.

"God guides your life, guides your future, and saves you from danger, but unfortunately you believe in the wrong God." Zhang Xiaojian shook his head, the expression on his face became more and more serious and more sacred, as if a golden holy light slowly rose from behind him, shining on the earth.

The beggar's eyes are becoming more and more confused, he once lost his faith because he was desperate because of his belief in God, and now he is told that he has lost his faith in the wrong God, so he cannot be blessed and saved.

"God? weishenme doesn't save me when I'm most in pain? weishenme wants to let so haode people die of disease? weishenme！ He roared, his voice becoming more and more Hongda, as if venting his inner dissatisfaction and resentment.

Zhang Xiaojian watched quietly, he understood the other party's suffering, so he didn't speak, and wanted to wait for him to vent before continuing to induce. If it was someone else, he would have kicked it a long time ago, who doesn't care who the other party is, save you? Did it give me any benefits, why should I save you, not to mention that it is not me who believes, and besides, my brother was just an ordinary person when you were suffering.

After a full minute, the beggar sitting on the ground roared, and his hideous face regained its calm.

"Who should I believe?" The beggar looked at Zhang Xiaojian in confusion, and after venting his anger, his heavy mood was much more relaxed.

"Believe in the supreme deity Tulo." Zhang Xiaojian had a holy expression on his face, and a blazing white light suddenly rose behind him, like the sun rising in the vast sea, exuding endless warmth and light.

"Divine Calling!" Zhang Xiaojian instantly used the magic that had been prepared for a long time, "inspiration" is the most basic magic mastered by every god, it is a means for the gods to absorb believers, and the way to spread faith at the beginning can arouse the faith in the hearts of intelligent creatures, and it will soon be able to establish faith in the hearts of mortal things.

The beggar suddenly found that there was an additional idol in his mind, and that idol emitted endless light, illuminating the entire spiritual shijie, supporting his spiritual shijie that was already about to collapse, like the divine power of the vast ocean emanating from the idol.

"This is Kamui?" The beggar was amazed to feel the increasingly huge statue in his mind, and the next moment, under the huge divine power, he suddenly lowered his head, and the divine power rolled in, impacting his body, and a drop of sweat fell.

The piece of glass in his hand fell from his hand to the ground with two clanging sounds.

"Is it God? Really God! The beggar kept questioning in his heart, and when he reached zuihou, the doubts disappeared and turned into prayers, and the endless divine power also receded like a tide at this time.

"Lord!" The beggar prostrated himself on the ground and kowtowed reverently, not noticing that his forehead had burst and bled at the second kowtow.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the beggar in front of him, so surprised that he couldn't speak, he didn't expect that the belief of this ordinary beggar in front of him had actually reached the extreme of a fanatic believer, and he only needed one step to step into a saint, become a saint, and after death, his soul would ascend, and he would share immortality with the gods he believed in.

"What's your name?" Zhang Xiaojian asked, for such a long time, he didn't ask the other party's name, and he couldn't feed it in the future, or call it a beggar.

The beggar's face was full of devotion to the point of madness, and he replied respectfully: "Your Highness, you are the embodiment of the Lord, and the ruler of the Lord walking on earth......"

"Okay, say your name." Zhang Xiaojian looked at the fanatical believer in front of him speechlessly, the fanatic believer is good at everything, the only thing that is not haode is that sometimes the brain can't turn.

"Your Highness, my name has become the past, the present, and the present in the name of Hui, which means reincarnation, symbolizing the rebirth in death." Returning to his face with a trace of reminiscence of the past, the expression on his face was very painful, but it was gone after a while, leaving only piety.

"Come with me, I'll take you to change your outfit."

Zhang Xiaojian led his fanatics back to the house he rented, attracting the curious eyes of many people along the way.

ps: There must be something unreasonable in it, please forgive me, this is just an overwritten text written with a small pen, and Hui is also a very important character......