Everyone in this world has their own dreams in their hearts, and they all want to have their own way of living, no one is an exception, Cha Wenbin also thinks that what he wants is definitely not such indulgence, he has never high requirements for friends, three or two, just know your heart. For life, green vegetable tofu can satisfy the stomach, natural and simple.

There are two kinds of people who are destined to be lonely, and these two numerologies have seemingly different results but similar circumstances: one is to become a human being, since ancient times, the emperor is the most lonely, sitting in that high position and being admired by thousands of people but not getting a true heart. There is also a kind of enlightened person, since ancient times, those who have attained the Tao have a pure heart and few desires, and the process of asking the question has to go through a lot of hardships, and in the end they are the only ones who become the Taoist. Both of these are lonely, standing at the top is destined to be proud of the world, Cha Wenbin, are you ready?

He walked very resolutely, alone, the moment his figure disappeared into the black hole, many people felt that the whole world had nothing to do with them. Fatty, Ye Qiu is still in the wind, everyone has completed their respective missions. They have discussed this picture countless times, if one day they can get rid of those worldly things and really live their own life. Now the day has finally come, but why are they so lost in their hearts?

"Second child, little white face," the fat man said: "We are brothers, since we are brothers, we are brothers and sisters, and now that he is gone, it means that our brothers and sisters are gone, do you two want to live in regret in the next life?" ”

"I regret it, but I choose to respect it." Feng Qiyun and the fat man's point of view are not the same, he said: "He is a great person, but everyone who achieves great things has a heart that can pretend to be the world, we have been with him for too long, if we blindly intervene, how can we let him understand the true Tao." It's time to let go, it's not that I'm afraid of death, or Qiu'er is afraid of death, we have never retreated in the face of countless deaths, that's because he needs us. ”

"Isn't it needed now?" The fat man shouted: "This hellish place, what kind of bugs, zombies, and inexplicable mechanisms are so many, can he deal with them?" I think he's the most in need of us right now! ”

"All he needs is respect, do you want him to live with regret?" Feng Qiyun said: "You can't be too selfish, and you always rely on your own thoughts to dominate the will of others." We are all just passers-by in his life, we can't accompany him for a lifetime, you can't me, even Concubine Lu can't, his path has to be walked by himself. I choose to believe in him, if his life is really so short, I am willing to spend the rest of my life on his coffin. ”

The fat man clenched his fists and looked at the back, after all, he slowly put it down, as Feng Qiyun said, Cha Wenbin is not a baby, a child who needs to be cared for everywhere, he needs to prove and complete the mission by himself, that kind of choice is irreplaceable by anyone.

In the dark, Cha Wenbin seemed to see clearly, where the road was and where he needed to avoid the rocks, and he felt that there was a light in front of him that no longer shone on him all the time. The road is not as difficult as the fat man thinks, this is the last ride, only the chosen one is qualified to step in, will there be any obstacles? In fact, he was not afraid at all in his heart, and at this point, there was nothing left to make him afraid.

Soon he saw a brightly lit field, with bronze lampstands hanging on the walls around him, and burning candles illuminating the place, and in the middle of it was a stone chair on which was a dusty but sitting human skeleton. In the middle is a Taiji diagram, which is engraved with dense oracle bone inscriptions, this kind of text is not in Cha Wenbin's cognitive scope, maybe it is telling the story of the deceased's life, he looked up and down at this small stone room, what is he doing?

Observing the tradition of seeing his ancestors kneel, Cha Wenbin naturally saluted in front, tidied up his appearance slightly, patted the dust on his clothes, raised the corners of his clothes and knelt down to make three respectful salutes to the skin.

"The ancestors are on top, the descendants trespass into the cave and disrespect the front, hope that the ancestors will atone for their sins, be entrusted by people, and raise the white flag to seal the god than Gan, if you have a spirit in the sky, the prophecy will come true, and you should become a feather and ascend to the immortal."

This Jia Daoist did not tell Cha Wenbin how to seal the gods, and what gods he wanted to seal him, all of which were unknown, so Cha Wenbin was both nervous and a little funny at this time, holding a broken flag was the last big memory, whether he was acting for the dead or showing himself.

Cha Wenbin sat on the ground and said to the human bones: "The junior has read the book for a few days, and has read the Romance of the Fengshen, which should also be the story written by the descendants for you, the book says that Jiang Shang is in the Fengshen Platform to be enshrined in the decree of Yuanjiao Tianzun, and you were posthumously named the Tianquan Palace "Wenqu Xingjun" in the center of the Big Dipper. This world is no longer the world of the Great Zhou, the common people of the people have worshiped Wenqu Xing for thousands of years, and also worshiped the God of Wealth, the appearance of those two has been circulated outside for too long, I think if you have not been named a god then the position has been replaced, and there is still a Taiyi national god who seems to have not been robbed yet, or you take a look, this title is satisfied? ”

Saying this, he also felt a little melancholy in his heart, Cha Wenbin looked at the man's bones full of ashes, and thought to himself, this person, he always has to go into the soil for peace, it is not a matter to sit upright like this, or he will take up his old business to clean up and get him into the soil for him. This is called picking up gold in this northwest, people, after death, they must be put into the ground, even the emperor is no exception, put it in a coffin and bury it in a luxurious mausoleum, but the bottom of the coffin must always be stained with soil, otherwise it will not be considered safe.

He knows all kinds of spells, but he can't be a god, so he got up and took the flag again, and shouted at the corpse bone with his own imagination: "Listen to the seal, and be enshrined by the decree of Yuanjiao Tianzun, and now there is a descendant Cha Wenbin holding the white flag of Yan and sealing you as the god of Taiyi ......"

I don't know if the human bone sensed his canonization, Cha Wenbin always felt that this was a ceremony that went through the motions, nothing more. After looking at it for a few more minutes, he couldn't find anything that could excite him, so he took an incense stick and stuck it on the ground, ready to go back.

At the moment when he turned around, a faint voice suddenly came from the empty stone room, as if the voice was everywhere, as if there were many loudspeakers in the four corners of the square speaking at the same time: "This is gone, you still have something to do." ”

Cha Wenbin looked around, and he could be sure that there was no one in this empty room, because the candlestick was so bright that this small space of less than fifty square meters could be fully seen. This gaze was naturally locked on the corpse, Cha Wenbin thought to himself, maybe this is really distracted, so he hurriedly opened the compass to take a look, the pointer did not change, he looked at the skeleton and took two steps forward and said curiously: "But the ancestors are talking to me?" ”

"I'm talking to you." The voice continued, "The gods are not over yet, I want you to cut off your middle finger and drip it off his skull." ”

"Me?" Cha Wenbin asked rhetorically: "Aren't you him, who are you?" Where are you? Why don't you dare to show up! ”

"An old man." The voice said: "Not anyone who holds the Yan Bai Flag can be a god, do as I say, he needs to verify whether you have Zhou Ji's descendants in your blood." ”

"You're the one behind that Romon, aren't you?" Cha Wenbin spun around to see who that mysterious man was, why he was here, and when did he come? Before yourself or after yourself?

Suddenly, he felt that his body was completely stiff, and there was a force controlling his body to move forward slowly, and it was difficult to breathe but his mind was clear. Like a puppet being held by someone, step by step, when he stepped over the Tai Chi, he found that he had completely lost control of himself, only his eyes could barely listen to his own call, and he couldn't say anything in his throat.

Slowly, he walked to the remains, the hollow skeleton looked at him, he actually pulled out the seven-star sword by himself, although there was a voice in his head that kept telling him, don't do it, but his hand was wiped up without obeying the call. Blood flowed down from the skull drop after drop, and legend has it that Bigan had no heart.

Jiang Ziya knew that the king was going to dig up Bigan's heart, so he gave Bigan a spiritual talisman in advance, saying that after he was gouged out of his heart, he went out of the city to find the old lady who thought he was selling hollow cabbage, and asked her: "The vegetable has no heart to live, and people have no heart to live?" "If you can live than work, you can live, and if you can't live, you will die, but the lady really said that you can't live, and you vomit blood and die on the spot. A person without a heart is equivalent to having no soul, how can a walking corpse be a god? When Cha Wenbin raised his sword again, slowly turned the head of the sword, and began to face his chest, he understood at that moment......

This is a lie, a lie that began thousands of years ago, the so-called successor of Zhou turned out to be dedicated to his heart, only Bigan can probably be a god if he has a heart, and he is the one who has that heart. His body didn't listen at all, the sword sliced through his skin, and he could feel the hot blood running down his chest......