Kumamoto Miyamoto - As the name suggests, he is tall and has a majestic appearance.
I ring the bell at the west wing observation deck of Lingtai Fushan Temple. I have no bad habits, I don’t smoke, and I like drinking very much.
They have to work fourteen hours a day, from eight in the morning to ten in the evening, to ring the death knell in batches for the dead souls of Shinto City to perform rituals. The wandering ghosts near Lingtai Fushan Temple hear the bell, and if they are in the morning
Man's thinking model is approaching the end of life, so he will take the initiative to go to the incense hall of the Black Eyed Empress to execute the program of reincarnation.
"Is Mr. Xiong's daily job just to ring the bell?"
Xiao Xueming squatted in the corridor outside the teahouse, looking at the giant man sitting on a bench not far away to enjoy the cool air——
——The man's hair is dirty, his thick beard is almost connected to his hair, half of his arms are hanging out, and one sleeve of the monk's robe is cut off.
These monks were like wild monks who had become monks on the way. They said they were working for the Bodhisattva Black Eyed Thousand Hands. Neither the old man White Ape nor Mrs. Xiong had ordained their ordination, so naturally they could not talk about burning their ordination scars and abiding by the rules.
Mr. Xiong Tai sat cross-legged and rubbed his toes with his thick knuckles. When ringing the bell, all the muscles in his body suddenly exerted force. He held his breath too many times and stepped on the tamped earth bricks with his bare feet. It was inevitable that his toes would hurt.
Soreness and swelling.
Following the strange clicking sound from his toes, Mrs. Xiong lowered his head and responded casually to Xiao Xueming.
"It's like this. To do things for the Black-Eyed Empress is to do good deeds and accumulate negative virtues."
Xueming held her cheek and asked: "Mr. Xiong Tai, how long do I have to wait here?"
Mrs. Xiong seemed to have thought of something happy, and said with a smile: "When the tables and chairs in the tea hall are full, you will bathe and shave your hair with the other children, and the white ape will take you to the Black Eyed Empress - Hook
Went on the scale to count our deeds, burned incense and chanted sutras, but we were troubled."
Xueming: "To end your worries, do you mean to forget everything? Then start your life again?"
"Um."
Speaking of this, Mrs. Xiong put down her strong right leg and replaced it with her left leg, and rolled up her linen trouser legs——
——Xue Ming took a good look at this leg. Considering Mr. Xiong’s burly physique, this calf is almost thicker than his eight-year-old waist.
Taking the six-meter-high beams and columns of the Bell Pavilion as a reference, Mr. Xiong Tai's height was visually estimated to be about 228 centimeters. In the eyes of the children, he was an invincible giant who could not disobey and resist.
At this moment, Mrs. Xiong washed her hands very carefully, put a little grease on Zhongting's pig's milk, and rinsed away the oil and grass clippings between her fingernails, which were dirt on the straw ropes and wooden stakes.
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Clear water spurts from the tiger's kiss of the bronze beast statue and flows deep into the forest along the moss-covered stone walls of the ancient temple.
While washing his hands, Mr. Xiong Tai muttered something.
"There are thousands of worries in this earthly world. The longer a person lives, the heavier the burden on his body becomes. The more he sees, the more his mind becomes filthy and filthy. He is not as innocent and pure as a child."
"People come here to rest here, just like travelers traveling across mountains and rivers. They always carry heavy luggage on their backs due to various greed, anger and obsession."
"Under the washing of [Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds], these souls become pure and natural again, and travelers gain strength and embark on a new path in life - this is a perfect merit."
Xueming immediately said: "Why does it sound like the living habits of insects to me?"
"Huh?" Mr. Xiong Tai shook off the water from his hands, and his strong arms brought up the hot and strong wind, sweeping the fallen leaves on the brick floor of Zhongting into the deep forest, "What are you talking about?"
As soon as this burly silly monk stood up, he became very oppressive. Comparing Xueming and him, the difference in size between an elephant and a jackal was like that.
But the young Xueming was not afraid. He had always been a well-spoken boy, and a word of his mouth could make the blood pressure of evildoers soar.
"I said, what you just said, Mr. Xiong Tai, is like ants and wasps - the queen ant and the bee ask the children to go out to collect food, but they have no chance to live a second time, but the people in Guandong City can die
Live again, live and die again.”
"These travelers kept sending luggage, and the Black-Eyed Empress left all their memories. Since this earthly world is so scary and painful in Mr. Xiong's heart, why would the Black-Eyed Empress let people reincarnate and live again?
Woolen cloth?"
"Little friend" Kumamoto Miyamoto's expression became very scary. He frowned and glared, and the muscles and hair on his face could squeeze out several traditional Chinese characters. "Are you questioning the achievements of Lingtai Fukuyama Temple? You
What you mean is, is it wrong for us to do this? Is it bad?”
"No." Xueming didn't give in, staring blankly into Mr. Xiong's eyes: "I'm just curious and want to read it again word for word - since this mortal world is so scary in Mr. Xiong's heart.
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"I'm different!" Before Xueming could finish speaking, Mrs. Xiong immediately interrupted: "I am an immortal under the Black Eyed Empress. I have a more important position, so naturally I don't have to fall into reincarnation forever."
Xueming continued: "So that's what it is?"
Mr. Xiong Tai immediately nodded and smiled: "That's it."
It seems that this Black Bear Immortal is not very smart--
——Xue Ming pouted and acted as a reply reader again.
"But you still didn't tell me the reason! Since this mortal world is so painful, the memories that travelers have worked so hard to bring back can only be regarded as heavy burdens, but they have to live and die. Unlike worker ants and worker bees, insects are mostly
They won’t feel pain—but what about these dead souls? Can’t they rest? Can’t they die completely?”
"Stop talking nonsense!" Mr. Xiong looked angry. He picked up the broom in the bell pavilion and wanted to beat the garrulous child.
But halfway through swinging the broom, the burly man relented——
——He saw Xueming's eyes were watery, and he wanted to scurry around but couldn't get out of his broad arms, so he could only freeze at the threshold of the teahouse and dare not say a word.
So Mrs. Xiong put down the broom again and leaned on her waist angrily. When she saw Xueming holding the Sunny Day doll as a talisman, she finally gave up the idea of using force.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Why not let the travelers die?" Xiong Tai rubbed his fingers, squatted next to Xueming, and then said: "Your question really stumps me.
Already."
Xueming leaned against the door railing to stay away from this emotionally unstable man.
"So you know? Right? You know it's not good to do this. You can vaguely feel that this matter is not common sense, right? Mr. Xiong Tai?"
"It's so noisy!" Kumamoto Miyamoto waved his hands to tell Xueming to shut up, "Just ask some weird questions!"
"I only know a few things. If travelers don't put down their baggage, they will go crazy and turn into monsters!"
"When the time comes that they can't even fight, the God of Thunder and the God of Wind will kill them all with weapons capable of killing monsters!"
Xueming: "Go crazy? Become a monster?"
Mrs. Xiong: "Yes! If a person lives too long and refuses to be reincarnated, he will definitely become a man-eating monster."
The spiritual power of the VENOM mechanism comes from the original seed. Similar to the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, it has performed a blood donation ceremony.
If the Riemannian thinking model begins to disintegrate, just like a blood donation unit, these people living in virtual and real life will become "carnivores" - whether they cannibalize themselves or continue to purchase module experiences.
Maintain your humanity.
The process of rebirth of these ghosts again and again starts from a fresh cloned brain, and is gradually endowed with complete prosthetic organs, and not a single piece of flesh on the body is their own.
In the blissful space, they taste the memories of others, which is like injecting new food into the Riemannian thinking model.
When the Riemannian thinking model exceeds its service life, the monster wrapped in steel armor will gradually return to its carnivore nature, which is what Mr. Xiong Tai said - personality disintegration and demonization.
From this information, Xueming got a crucial clue.
"Mr. Xiong Tai, you just said that the God of Thunder and the God of Wind have the ability to kill monsters? Is that right?"
Talking about this matter, Mrs. Xiong immediately became excited. Once she was related to the six gods of Shinto, these divine attendants and priests seemed to be stained with divinity. They immediately turned into fans and started to talk nonsense.
"Of course! The incarnations of the two gods, Shuofeng and Hayate, are the most powerful and greatest heroes in Shinto City!"
Xueming: "Can they kill demons? Can they also completely kill these travelers?"
Mrs. Xiong only felt that something was wrong, but she continued on with the topic.
"Well, gods will not harm ordinary people."
Xueming: "Just tell me if I can kill him?"
Xiong Tai: "Thunder God and Wind God have sharp blades that can destroy spirits."
Xueming immediately pretended to be a little fanboy, and his eyes started to shine!
"Oh! What does it look like?!"
Mr. Xiong Tai didn't know what to do. Facing the enthusiastic and studious children, he simply couldn't refuse this look.
"Legend has it that in the coal mines in the barren mountains south of Nozuka Rokume in Kansai, there was a man-eating tree that turned into a demon."
"When travelers pass through that forest, women and children will disappear inexplicably."
"Residents in villages and towns prayed to the gods for blessings, and the Shinto gods sent thunder gods to the human world to investigate the matter."
"There was an outstanding craftsman. His wife and daughter were eaten by demons in order to bring him food."
"The craftsman's surname is Murasame, so he volunteered to make a sword for the God of Thunder——"
"——Kill the whales in the sea to get the skin, and use the fir trees around Fukuyama Temple to make the handle and scabbard."
"Copper and iron equipment are the kitchen knives and sewing needles of every household, and they represent the wishes of countless families."
"The moment the long scroll sword is forged, it can split the branches of eight demonic trees with one strike - hence its name: [Magical Sword Hachimatsu Murasame]. It can slash the souls of demons and completely kill the spirits.
die."
"The God of Thunder slayed demons with his sword and chopped the roots and trunks of tree demons. Those who were eaten returned to their relatives."
"But there are still many families and many men who cannot wait for their missing wives and children."
"Then the God of Thunder became angry, because these women and children were probably not killed and eaten by demons, but were used as food by the men at home during the tiring and difficult journey. They set up iron pots to boil water and cooked them into stews.
The food is in my stomach."
"The God of Thunder carried his sword and killed many monsters in human skin. The entire Grand Canal in the six cities of Kansai was dyed red with bright red blood."
"This is the origin of the Eight Pine Sword, kid"
Xueming: "Then where can I get it?"
Mr. Xiong seemed to have been hit hard by a hammer——
——His head has not turned around and he has not reacted yet.
It felt like a naughty kid pointing at the top product in a Gundam toy store and shouting "That! I want that!"
"That's the sword of the God of Thunder! How dare you touch the weapon of the gods?"
"Then back to the previous question! Mr. Xiong Tai!" Xiao Xueming asked sternly: "Since the world of mortals is so scary and hard! Why not let the God of Thunder hold a sword and kill all the suffering people?"
Mr. Xiong muttered, and his voice became softer——
——He looked down at the innocent and lovely child, and suddenly felt a little shuddered.
Hayabusa and Rigoletto are the principals and teachers of classic human education institutions. The purpose of their teaching is to turn children into weapons.
At this moment, Xueming's "childlike innocence" behavior became very reasonable.
Xueming continued: "So the Black Eyed Empress knows this and still wants the travelers to continue to live. Otherwise, how will she collect nectar? How will she collect food? Right?"
Mr. Xiong Tai's voice became smaller and smaller, and he spoke in a confused tone.
"No. No."
Xueming: "God needs slave workers. Without these slave workers to provide more module experience, the artificial intelligence will not be able to push the left foot and the right foot, and it will not be able to update the version number, right?"
The Riemann thinking model is an electronic brain based on the structure of the human brain. Experience is the most important thing for the gods. It can maintain the human form of the gods, rather than completely becoming the original seed or the vassal of the sacred beast.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mrs. Xiong then muttered: "What kind of slave labor is that not? Where are the slave labors?"
Seeing that Mr. Xiong's CPU was about to start smoking, Xueming immediately stopped asking and returned to the previous question.
"Since this Eight Pine Divine Sword can kill ghosts, what is the origin of the other sword? What is its function?"
Mr. Xiong Tai seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and suddenly became energetic. He was about to continue telling folklore stories, talk about the corporate culture of Shinto City to the child Xueming, and spread the truth, goodness and beauty of the gods.
At this time, a dozen children came from the entrance road to the west wing. They were new travelers, and they were all called "Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds" and turned into eight-year-old children.
Mrs. Xiong didn't have time to continue arguing with Xueming. The old white ape leaned against the alley wall and asked the children to hold hands so as not to get lost.
When he came to the teahouse, the old man saw Xueming and Xiong Tai happily chatting happily. He was also very happy and relieved. Without asking any more questions, he handed the child to Mrs. Xiong and left immediately.
Xueming said nothing, staring at these dead souls who were attacked by the soul power.
The shapes of these babies are very strange——
——They have gray beards and hair, but they are not old. They are all wearing very fitting shrouds. They are holding hands without saying a word, watching each other on guard, and looking at each other with stern eyes.
On the backs of these children, the seams of the shrouds specially left an opening, and a huge sarcoma emerged from the back of the heart, like a heavy luggage.
Xueming thought to herself that this might be the "burden" that Mrs. Xiong said - a memory and experience that travelers treasure so much that they cannot let go.
Taking a closer look at the tumor, a mound-shaped mass about fifty centimeters long rose up from the back of the leading little boy. An old face grew out of the tumor, like a parasitic conjoined twin.
The boy seemed to be affected by the fleshy mound, and he followed the old man on his back with the same sullen expression. He looked around with lowered eyebrows and snake-headed eyes. When he talked to Mr. Xiong Tai about the reincarnation ceremony of the Black Eyed Empress, he was all excited.
He looked very angry and seemed to feel that the money was insufficient.
Two little girls in the team behind were fighting each other——
——Xue Ming saw it clearly. A girl at the back reached out to touch the tumor of her companion in front, cut out a piece of meat fiercely, and handed it to her "burden"'s mouth. She saw the old woman's growth on the tumor.
The two rows of sharp teeth chewed up the flesh and blood and swallowed it into the stomach, so the fleshy mound grew a little bigger, which seemed to be able to exchange for more blessings in the next life.
Mrs. Xiong heard the beating and cursing in the team and shouted——
——A terrifying roar emanated from the strong man's throat, like a black bear roaring or a tiger leopard roaring in the forest.
The team immediately became quiet, the children became timid and no longer noisy, but the faces on their backs had different expressions.
There are people who laugh and sneer at the good show, and there are also people who are anxious and anxious to show off their good days.
Xueming took a closer look and saw that at the end of the team there was a child who was swollen and not human-like. The "burden" on his back had six faces. It seemed that his personality had split and he was reincarnated when he was on the verge of collapse.
Such a shocking and strange sight should scare ordinary people crazy in the mortal world, but to Xueming, it should be considered a small scene, and he was still thinking about it secretly in his heart.
The last diligent worker bee must have found a new way to make a fortune. Before the Riemannian thinking model collapsed, the symptoms of schizophrenia emerged. Instead, he was able to transport more memories and divide them into different personalities.
Several times the burden - I didn't expect to meet King Juan in such a place in the underworld, a strong man who devoted himself to studying "Reincarnation Science".
As for the two little girls in the team who were fighting each other because of the "burden" of stealing, Miyamoto Kumata seemed not to deal with this matter. It seemed that the god's mind was not very good.
There is no theory of justice being done - in Mr. Xiong's eyes, the things on these children are not considered wealth, but are the evil fate earned by dead souls in the mortal world.
Xueming followed the children into the teahouse and saw Mrs. Xiong getting through the door curtain and running to the kitchen to prepare tea.
Mrs. Xiong said as she walked: "Children, don't worry, I'll make soup for you, which will relieve your fatigue and pain."
Kurome Senju will probably have to cut out all these sarcomas later. The process of peeling off memories is like performing brain surgery on Riemann's thinking model. The snacks and tea in the West Wing Teahouse are very particular. They are used before the death ceremony.
Divine wine and cakes to soothe travelers.
In such a small amount of free time, Xiao Xueming could hear the children everywhere whispering.
"The tumor on your body is so big! Can you exchange it for a lot of money?"
"What nonsense are you talking about! When you get to know the black-eyed empress's iron hook and iron scale, won't it be clear how much you weigh?"
"How cunning is this hateful guy behind me? He actually has six faces and carries six 'burdens'! When the Black Eyed Empress sees it, what should we do next time if we also bring six burdens?"
"Don't blame others for things you can't do yourself!"
"Shhh don't talk."
"When it was time to hang the iron hook, we united together and complained to the black-eyed empress. We said that the guy with six faces was actually a man-eating ghost."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" The six-faced child, who was carrying a heavy burden, was nervous and anxious, with cold sweat dripping down his face.
"Hello"
At this moment, a child with a gloomy face and a terrifying face approached Xueming.
"You seem to have no burden on you? Why?"
He came close to Xueming and showed off the tumors on his body. A decadent and aged face emerged from the tumors, and he smiled with Xueming.
"Little brother, I see that you are alone and helpless. I am afraid that you are a lonely ghost who died unexpectedly and lost your burden."
"We are all neighbors in the same county. We need to take care of each other when we go out. How about making friends?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming: "How do you say this? How do you call it?"
The child and the old man in the sarcoma whispered softly.
"Just call me Taro, you heard it just now. As long as you tell us the same thing, with the same words, cry a few words to Kuroki Empress, then say that your burden was eaten by this six-sided monster——
Let's complain to the Black Eyed Empress together and put pressure on this guy to hand over all the treasures he has."
"We help each other. When the time comes to settle the karma, you will also get a benefit, so you won't return to Shinto City empty-handed."
"We are all village sages. If you come here to seek refuge, you can also take care of each other. No matter how you think about it, it's a good deal."
Xueming was not frightened by these weird sarcomas. Instead, these few words made her whole body shiver——
——This child's soft prosthetic body is white and tender, but his tone is old-fashioned and full of tricks, fearing that he will not be able to eat a bite of fresh human flesh.
"Think carefully, there are so many of us. If you don't want to cooperate, I'm afraid you will be very sad." Taro kindly advised: "Mr. Xiong Tai's eyes don't work well, his heart is as rough as his fingers, and his ears are premature.
I was deafened by the ringing of the bell - there were children in the team who were stealing treasures openly. The stupid Mr. Xiong was deaf and blind. He couldn't see or hear. He wanted to do it, and he did it beautifully.
There shouldn't be any risk."
"If you are ignorant, there seems to be nothing strange about the absence of a baby in this teahouse for us country wise people."
"As long as you talk, you can get a lot of money."
"I don't think this is a difficult thing, right? A gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall. He who knows the current affairs will be a hero."
"When people go to higher places, water flows to lower places. It is a sin to carry a precious treasure but fail to protect it."
"That six-faced monster looks like he is quite powerful and can carry so many burdens - in fact, he is the weak one. The weak one is eaten by the strong one. This is the most reasonable and kind thing."
"So little brother, have you thought about it?"
Taro stretched out his hand and asked Xueming to shake his hand as a sign of completing the transaction.
Xueming stretched out his hand and then clenched it into a fist.
Taro's expression changed drastically——
"——What do you mean? Do you want to use this weak body to deal with so many of us?"
Before he finished speaking, his fist had already hit Taro on the cheek!
The broken tooth flew into the face of another girl next to her, and her screams immediately echoed around the walls of the teahouse.
Dark, dirty blood burst out from the flesh mounds, and the fierce punches were like beating a military drum, gnawing out new wounds again and again.
Within a minute, Mr. Xiong heard the noise and rushed out in a rage.
When he opened the door curtain, he saw Taro lying limply beside the small table with his hands and feet twitching, looking like he was breathing in and out.
Pieces of blood were splashed on the children nearby, and Xueming almost turned into a bloody man, sitting in a dignified posture.
"I'm really scared. Mr. Xiong Tai."
Xueming said confidently, pointing to the children present who had blood stains on their bodies.
"They suddenly stood up and rushed towards Brother Taro together. The process was too fast."
The sages who were being criticized on the side wanted to say something, but that was obviously not the case.
"——Mr. Xiong Tai, I feel like I am going to be torn apart by them!"
Xueming waved his arm, and thick black blood spattered all over the face of the girl next to him who was about to speak up to defend himself.
All of a sudden, these scheming brats seemed to be afraid to speak.
Taro was still struggling beside the table and chair, his skull was dented, his eyeballs were bulging out, and they were about to fall out. He couldn't say a word, his eyes were staring at Xueming with hatred, but when their eyes touched, he screamed again
Xueming's eyes were so frightened that she didn't dare to look at him again.
Miyamoto Kuma was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. He finally warned the travelers angrily.
"Next time if I see you secretly bullying others! I won't make snacks for you! I'll roll you into a big meat ball! Send it to a hook and put it on the scale! No one can run away!"
He glanced at Xueming one more time and then changed his words.