"You should have heard the story of Erlang Zhenjun, right?" asked the black man. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Su Ji took a bite of the flesh and said, "Erlang God Yang Jian is an exposition immortal, and legend has it that he was born with a third eye and is proficient in seventy-two changes. ”

The big black man brushed the unkempt hair on his head, revealing his greasy head, which shone in the light of the fire.

Su Ji suddenly stopped chewing, squinted his eyes and looked at the black man's forehead, only to see that there was a thin gap in his court, like a scar, and like a closed eye.

The big black man pointed to the gap on his head and said: "When I was a child, I didn't know who my father was, my mother pointed to this line on my head and said that my father was Erlang Zhenjun." Isn't that ridiculous, you say?"

"I don't think there's anything to laugh about. Su Ji took another bite of the flesh, and then said, "Erlang God was also a mortal before his physical body was sanctified. Legend has it that his mother is the sister of the Jade Emperor, because she envied the life of the world, she went to the lower realm privately, and gave birth to Yang Jian with the mortal scholar Yang Jun. ”

"It seems that you listen to the theater a lot and know more than I do. But I'm not done with the joke yet, and the laughing is yet to come. The big black man put down his greasy hair and continued: "My mother gave me a name, called Yang Shun, which means that I should go against the sky and go to my father to recognize my relatives." The only way to find Erlang Zhenjun is to become an immortal like him. So, I devoted myself to seeking Taoism and cultivating immortals, and went around to learn from teachers. It's a pity that my qualifications are mediocre and I can't join the teaching like Erlang Zhenjun, so I can only intercept some side methods. I've done a lot of research about Jiro Zhenjun, but I can't find any information about him. This immortal doesn't seem to exist. He was just a made-up man, a made-up god. ”

"No way. Hu Ji categorically vetoed: "Listen to my father, two hundred and fifty years ago, many Sectarian Sect Immortals died under the Eight or Nine Xuangong of Erlang God. ”

The black man shook his head and said disappreciably: "Eighty-nine Xuangong is the so-called seventy-two changes. There are many people who expound the Eight or Nine Xuangong of the Sect, and since everyone knows how to change the arts, who knows which one is the real Erlang God? Imagine that there was once an immortal who transformed into a god general with three eyes, claiming to be Erlang Zhenjun Yang Jian, and used this identity to kill the immortals who intercepted the sect. Later, whenever someone wanted to hide their identity, they changed into the appearance of the three-eyed general. In this way, the deaths of many sectarian immortals were not committed by the same person, but different people used the same method to blame a non-existent god. So Erlang Zhenjun became a legend, an immortal legend. Because there are countless impostors in the world, all the Erlang gods who fail and die in battle will show their original form, and people will think that he is an impostor, and one after another new impostors will continue to inherit the name of Erlang Zhenjun. ”

Su Ji was puzzled and asked, "Why do the Sect Sect Immortals hide their identities? Isn't it a great achievement for them to kill the Sect Interception Immortals?"

"Meritorious service, for whom? King Wu of Zhou? Do you think that an immortal would care about the meritorious deeds bestowed by a mortal?" the black man smiled and said, "Only the immortals who explain the sect will not be stupid enough to offend a group of immortals in order to curry favor with a mortal. Because they knew that after cultivating to the Xuanqing Nine Realms, the physical body would not die, and even if the physical body of the Sect Interception Sect Immortal was destroyed, they would still meet them in the Heavenly Court. You must know that there are far more people in the sect on the list of gods than in the sect. ”

Su Ji was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Erlang God is on the list of gods, which means that he is real." I'm afraid there is no evidence for your fallacies. ”

"There's really no evidence, but it's not needed either. Have you ever seen a god list? Have you ever seen a real god? Although there are many people who cultivate immortals, most of them have never seen a real god when they are dying, have they?"

Su Ji was silent. This question reminded him of a childhood dream. He dreamed of a white-haired old man fishing on the riverside, with a yellowed dossier beside him, filled with the names of the gods. As for what happened to the old man, he couldn't remember. It wasn't until he heard the storyteller on the street talk about the story of the god list that he vaguely wondered if that dossier was the legendary god list.

"You don't believe in the existence of God?" asked Sudhy.

"Many of the people in the Sect today do not believe in God. I originally believed it until I was imprisoned in this place......" When Yang Yi spoke, there was a sadness and anger in his eyes: "Now I only believe in the king to dominate the world." Whoever can rise above all mortals by force is the true god. ”

Su Ji smiled bitterly: "Then what you just said for a long time, it's just your guess?"

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth rose slightly, as if to express affirmation.

"Do you know how boring it is to be alone in a place like this, and only cranky thinking will keep you from going crazy. One thing though, I'm sure of it. Yang Yi was silent for a while and said, "Even if Erlang God really exists, I am definitely not his son!"

Su Ji stared at him and asked, "Why?"

"Because my mother told me the truth before she died. She said that the scar on my head was a cut she made with a hairpin when I was ignorant, so that I could have a goal and get ahead through my practice. My mother is actually a prostitute. She had met so many clients that even she didn't know who my father was. Isn't that a funny joke?"

As he spoke, Yang Wei laughed maniacally.

This was the first time Su Ji had seen him smile, and he didn't expect that a smile would cause such a big change in a person's face. Yang Yi's smile is very lonely, reminiscent of a lone wolf howling in the snow. His life is absurd, but it is obviously full of grief and misfortune.

Su Ji couldn't laugh at all.

Fox also didn't think the joke was funny. She looked at Yang Shun, and saw that he had thick eyebrows and a rough contour, although he was not handsome, he was full of masculinity and health, and he was only thirty years old at most. She thought to herself, at this age, she was imprisoned at the top of the Linglong Pagoda Prison, and she was deliberately chained with heavy chains, presumably this person must have been a bad character before!

She took a step forward and asked tentatively, "I see that your current cultivation is the Xuanqing Second Realm, presumably your previous cultivation must be very high." ”

Yang Yi shook his head and said, "No, before I entered the tower, it was also the second realm of Xuanqing. ”