A voice in the abyss whispered, "Damn, this kid is like those fools, thinking that we demons are all insane." We just prefer to be completely free from the constraints of secular etiquette and advocate the kind of unfettered free thought. “

The other spoke as if he was covering his mouth with something, and his voice was even more rumbling and replied: "How can those foolish people know~ Many national politicians, capitalists, and civil violence organizations have signed long-term cooperation agreements with us, which are used to intimidate the people into surrendering their rights and freedoms, putting their lives, thoughts, and actions in the hands of the rulers, and establishing the so-called security under the 'absolute order' created by the autocratic rule and the violent machine, so as to obtain a false 'absolute' sense of security." ”

The first person to speak laughed disdainfully: "Huh~! These people don't know~ The country is just a compromise between the ruling interest groups behind the scenes, and the dividing line between different regions dividing interests and chassis. And the so-called national ancestors are even more ridiculous, many farming nomads have finally become the ancestors of a nation thousands of years later after many years of fighting and annexation~ It's ridiculous~"

Another loud voice from the abyss said, "Nonsense, otherwise how can you call it a fool." It's just a fool of the people. Don't just complain and interfere with my work. Over the years, there have been fewer and fewer young people willing to join our hard and great chaotic camp, and I will continue to brainwash him first. ”

Just listen to the singing voice continue to sing in Andrew's mind in a magical tone that bewitches the soul:

You don't believe in heaven or hell

There is no escape from your conscience

There is no turning back from your faith

For a world where it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, what difference does it make if it is good in the end?

You can only hate the ways of this world, just as you can come into my arms and curse with the power of the abyss.

Let you and I merge in the abyss,

We will be prophets of humanity's destiny,

I will take you to the end of fate,

One day all things will be one with me.

Come to Abyss and join hands with me to create a new future.

The majestic voice was so appealing that it was more moving than the inaugural speeches of the best politicians, as if they couldn't wait to fight for the cause of others.

Andrew glanced desperately at the distorted faces of the angry, righteous people around him, ugly like a sharp knife sawing the last trace of beauty in his heart, just waiting for him to answer the temptation of the voice.

A soft "buzz" came from the sky, but the sound drowned out the sound of thousands of curses and curses.

He looked up, there were only layers of dark clouds made of negative spiritual power, but a pure white light was like a sharp blade tearing the sky, and immediately tore through Andrew's mental barrier from above the dark clouds overhead, only reaching the deepest and darkest corner of human nature.

The crowd around Andrew screamed in surprise, as if he had been splashed with sulfuric acid, and his human skin was lost in a hurry, revealing a faceless body in a torn cloak like the ghost of the scythe Grim Reaper.

They flew up and down like weightless pieces of paper, driven away by the light from the depths of the bewildered genius wizard's psyche, and finally disappeared.

"No!! don't come and push me! I didn't hurt you! Ulysses did it alone!" Andrew exclaimed, opened his eyes, and sat up straight like a taut spring.

The first thing he saw when he woke up was probably a man dressed in a wizard's black robe, sitting with his eyes closed like an ascetic.

And the other party's eyebrows and eyes were solemn and solemn, and seven inches of golden light shrouded his whole body, surrounding the clouds of repeated brilliance.

He was chanting strange language that was completely incomprehensible, but the spell seemed to have some kind of positive energy, making him feel as comfortable as a warm current of warmth in his body and mind.

Written by Nam Wu Satanta, Sugadoya, Agadha Arakedi, Sambodha

The Buddha is a Buddha

Nan Wu Sapo Bo Tuo Bo Di Sa Gong Bad

Nan Wu Sadonan, Sam Sanbodha, Ju Zhi Muan

Sārābhaṇṇṇaṇaṇaṇaṇ

Nan Wu Lu Ji Arhat murmured

......

Andrew sat on the ground with a dull gaze, as if he was a little stunned by the resurrection of the dead, but in fact, after he woke up, his original thinking was chaotic like a pot of churning eight-treasure porridge, and listening to Chen Xuyuan's mantra made his mind feel a sense of coolness and comfort, and he instinctively couldn't bear to make noises and movements that disturbed the process.

Others watched Master Chen sit cross-legged at random and on the edge of Daokaner, and there were poems and clouds:

The treasure is solemn and penetrates the Dharma realm,

The sound of Buddha spreads everywhere.

Truly silent and thoughtless,

Huisheng magic law shines the treasure light.

This impression of being like the incarnation of a god or a divine envoy descended to earth had an inexplicable shock in Andrew's heart, who had just woken up.

This is different from those monks and priests who receive lay believers in churches and monasteries, and who try to take money out of the hands of believers, there is no worldly philistine and slippery, only an inexplicable majesty that ordinary people can never have, and immeasurable wisdom and mana.

The black-robed wizard opened his eyes a little bit and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you awake, how are you feeling now?, is there anything uncomfortable!?"

"I ...... I don't know, I feel like my brain is so messy! Who are you? Who am I!?"

Seeing that someone asked him, Andrew, who had just woken up, looked dazed, and then muttered to himself quickly and indistinctly.

"Oh yes, he shouldn't have been beaten stupid in the head when he was killed, right?!, no! This body has already been replaced, it should be that this warrior's brain was beaten stupid. Eddie said in a somewhat unincomprehensible way.

"You've just been beaten stupid! The teacher has already checked with a spell, this body is absolutely intact, and it should have been killed by the [Phantom Killer], a spirit that hurt the soul and shattered it. Siggley just rolled her eyes at him.

Pa Tyusha leaned over a little nervously, wanting to pretend to care about him, but she didn't know how to speak, and when she heard the other party say that she didn't know her name, she immediately felt a little uncomfortable.

"Andrew, what are you doing! I'm Patyusha! Why don't you even recognize me!" she said in a somewhat unpleasant tone, as she had done in the past when she had flattered and pursued her.

Of course, she had long forgotten that she had just been empathetic.

Hey, as the saying goes, as long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner of the wall that cannot be dug down, and the affection cannot be retained since ancient times, and it is always a routine to win the hearts of the people.

If Andrew's one-sided love has a color, it must not be red, but must be the color of the green lamp.

Why?

Because if a woman who wants to be dissatisfied can only get peace from him, then she needs to go out and find another thrill and novelty.