Until he returned to the place where he stayed and fell asleep, Yun Chongbo was still deeply immersed in Zhang Yuankong's narration.

"One of the most apex figures in the world is a guy who doesn't believe in God at all...... What is this called? ”

When Yun Chongbo finally asked that question, Zhang Yuankong in front of him suddenly seemed to be a different person.

The taste of cynicism is gone, the temperament of open-mindedness mixed with decadence is gone, and the old man who seems to have been playing life and will continue like this forever is suddenly gone.

The "person" sitting opposite Yun Chongbo seemed to have disappeared suddenly, as if he had suddenly become a "mountain".

Towering, tall, majestic, solid, unfathomable, indestructible.

"O ...... the undead"

The words have also become solemn, no longer called "boy" or posterior, and the tone has also shown a rare seriousness.

"Do you finally think of this verse?"

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Until he returned to the place where he stayed and fell asleep, Yun Chongbo was still deeply immersed in Zhang Yuankong's narration.

"One of the most apex figures in the world is a guy who doesn't believe in God at all...... What is this called? ”

When Yun Chongbo finally asked that question, Zhang Yuankong in front of him suddenly seemed to be a different person.

The taste of cynicism is gone, the temperament of open-mindedness mixed with decadence is gone, and the old man who seems to have been playing life and will continue like this forever is suddenly gone.

The "person" sitting opposite Yun Chongbo seemed to have disappeared suddenly, as if he had suddenly become a "mountain".

Towering, tall, majestic, solid, unfathomable, indestructible.

"O ...... the undead"

The words have also become solemn, no longer called "boy" or posterior, and the tone has also shown a rare seriousness.

"Do you finally think of this verse?"

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A long time ago, many, many years ago.

At that time, Zhang Yuankong was the most devout disciple on Longhu Mountain, because he witnessed the miracle with his own eyes, and the god appeared in his mind vividly, which was exactly the same as all the records, which he had not even seen.

In return, he received strength, a great power that allowed him to rank alongside Zhang Yuanhe and Zhang Yuanjin with just an entry-level spell all the way to become the representative of the younger generation of Longhu Mountain.

Piety brings strength, and strength leads to stronger piety...... This was a good positive cycle, until one day, he came to Wurong, to this strange city where a hundred religions stood side by side.

Regarding his experience in Wurong, Zhang Yuankong said very simply, and jumped out of almost all important things in large paragraphs, but that's it, his description has already painted a bizarre picture for Yun Chongbo.

You can call out winged people and horned people, worship the "ten" character as a sacred sect, worship the power of flames, and can still run at high speed after hitting an iron nail into the forehead, believing that there is absolute light and darkness and good and evil in the world, and can transform into a sect that can transform into wind and fight giants...... It's all over the place, beyond imagination.

"We fight, full of joyful battles. We are not deceived because we have different beliefs and we believe that gods can coexist and not only one true God as they advertise. ”

“…… And then. ”

One day, Zhang Yuankong suddenly woke up from a nightmare.

"The gods don't coexist, we just believe they do...... Really? ”

“…… Be. ”

Proficient in Taoist classics, and also has a deep understanding of Buddhism, Zhang Yuankong of course knows that in the era when Taoism was just born, there was no existence of Heavenly Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the divine genealogy, and when Buddhism was just introduced to Great Xia, there was also no place for the Jade Emperor and the Three Qings in the Pure Land.

"It is we who have kneaded the Buddha and the Tao together...... Under the conciliation of Confucianism. ”

And now, in the face of the Sanyi Sect and countless other strange sects, after a series of fierce battles, after witnessing the other party's various strange but powerful spells, Zhang Yuankong finally began to think about this problem.

"Where are they, where?"

In the world of red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots, there is no place for Jing, Zoroastria and Mani, just as there is no Buddha and Tao in the world of Jing, Zoro and Mani.

"In fact, it's not us that they're most hostile to, it's each other. The Sanyi Sect is a cult that believes in the monotheistic one, and they curse each other as damned evil creatures. Curse the other party for believing in demons rather than gods. ”

And, the worst thing is that their spells are all "real".

I saw the white evil god with three pairs of wings of light that he called out after chanting the name of "Azedi", the monster "Dusias" with a human body and a horse's head and the ability to freely manipulate voices, and the evil spirit "Vidat", who wielded a rope and could turn his followers into necromantic warriors with just a touch...... Those monsters that were originally just staying in the scriptures were summoned one by one and caused great destruction.

Always proud of his piety, and also benefited from the power that piety brings, but that day ...... Zhang Yuankong finally thought of a question.

"They're 'real' too, aren't they?"

Facts speak louder than men, and seeing the tremendous power exerted by the other party, Zhang Yuankong could not close his eyes and tell himself that these "gods" or "demons" did not exist no matter what.

"In the world we believe, there is no place for them, in the world they believe, there is no place for us, hey, there is not even their presence in each other in that world...... But they exist, and so do we. ”

"So, what does this mean?"

Weary of telling ourselves the answer, the most reasonable answer, the only answer.

“…… We're all wrong. ”

Maybe there are really gods in the sky in this world, and maybe there are really ancient and powerful demons in the depths of the earth under his feet, but Zhang Yuankong believes that any description known to mankind must be wrong.

"In that case, isn't it no different from not having a god?"

Shi Futu believed in Shakyamuni, who created the Six Views Divine Law and borrowed from the heavens, while Zhang Yuanhe and Zhang Nanjin only believed in Dao Ancestors, and they had their own magic systems to inherit and use.

"But at the end of the day, they're all wrong, aren't they?"

But the wrong imagination has summoned the right power, which ...... What does that mean?

This means that even if there is a God, it must be completely different from any of our imaginations or powers, and they don't care what we call it, how we sacrifice and pray, how we respect and what we hostile, what we know and what we imagine...... They don't care, they don't care at all. ”

"Those who shouted the name of 'Mani' received the same powerful infusion from the sky as they shouted the name of 'Night and Hua,' but according to their own theories, one of these two should have been punished first."

…… After that day, Zhang Yuankong became an untrustworthy person.

"Funny, isn't it? One of the most devout believers in the core of the Divine Stick Order, one of the most devout believers, after killing a group of heretics in a happy manner, became an unbeliever, so he did not want to return to his organization, and began to wander outside alone......"

I still remember the sadness in Zhang Yuankong's eyes when he said this. It was an old man's sadness, a sadness that had not been washed away even by decades of water, and just looking at it had already made Yun Chongbo feel difficult to breathe.

After a while, later, because of something, Zhang Yuankong returned to Wurong and began to become the "order-keeper" of the city, and then later, he got acquainted with the "East China Sea Fangshi", a group of curious people who did not believe in any specific gods, but only pursued magic and power, and later, his mind, strength and qualifications made his status rise rapidly, and he became one of the three leaders of the East China Sea Fangshi, and then ......

“…… I can't remember. ”

This is not a pretext, in the whole night of communication, Yun Chongbo has already found that Zhang Yuankong's memory is in a very peculiar state, the longer the thing, the more vivid and profound his memory is, a sentence, an expression, a small detail, he can accurately recall and describe, but the closer the thing, the more vague he said, and even the time confusion in succession.

"Because it's not worth remembering, the sun rises and sets, and every day is the same......"

When Zhang Yuankong, who was half-buried in the wine jar, muttered like this, Yun Chongbo couldn't bear it any longer, stood up silently, turned around and left the dog meat shop.

As Yun Chongbo, his twenty years of life is not enough for him to understand Zhang Yuankong's sadness, let him figure out what is hidden in those untold and untold stories, but as an immortal, he has infinite life, has experienced and will experience infinite reincarnation, and is remembering the content of each reincarnation one by one...... He understands the feeling better than anyone.

“…… Call. ”

It was the middle of the night, and Yun Chongbo stretched out his arms vigorously, exhaling a long, strong smell of wine towards the starry sky.

"Been here long enough...... It's time to go! ”