Chapter 123 So many gods? Which one is real? (2)

Song Lanyi's movements were too fast and too unexpected.

Everyone was dissatisfied with this villager, but they were not decisive enough to kill him immediately.

Even the villager, when he was dying, didn't even have time to feel resentful. He was just stunned: "Why...why?"

"Why?" Song Lanyi heard this and chuckled, "Because I am a doctor, so I have to accept your kindness and retaliate with revenge? You know that walking on the night road will only lead to death, and you still want to take away our bodies.

How is this different from a farmer and a snake?"

"I, Song Lanyi, do everything based on my heart. There is no reason why I would let you sit on my neck and do whatever you want out of good intentions."

The villagers did not expect this to be the reason.

On his deathbed, he felt a hint of regret.

However, he was more unwilling to do so.

Why can these outsiders wear silk and satin, avoid facial sores, and live freely as individuals?

But why...people like them who grew up in the southern border have to live a life with gods staring at them.

They had to live under the rules set by the true God, and they had to abide by those weird rules and do things, and they even had to endure such pain until they finally turned into humans and ghosts.

What he hates more is not hatred for Song Lanyi and others, but hatred for this cannibalistic world.

The man used his last bit of strength and suddenly let out a scream like an animal.

The moment this sound sounded, the entire thatched house suddenly trembled, the doors and windows suddenly opened, and the night outside turned into thick ink, seeping into the house bit by bit.

On the other side, the man let out his final roar, "The true God will punish you outsiders!"

As he spoke, he suddenly died.

Yunting kicked his body aside, frowned and muttered, "You can't let people live in peace even if they're dead."

Hearing this sentence, everyone agreed with it.

Facing the coming true god, they didn't have much fear.

They came to the Southern Territory originally to find existences similar to gods.

Originally, I was still thinking that if the mountain didn't come to me, I would just go to the mountain.

Now it seems that things have been saved.

Song Lanyi's eyebrows glowed faintly in the darkness.

A familiar large gilded book appeared in her hand.

When she turned the page of Du Fu, Du Fu turned into a Q-version villain and appeared on Song Lanyi's shoulder.

He had a straight face, which was in sharp contrast to his body shape.

I could only hear him reciting the song "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind".

When the chant came to "There are tens of thousands of vast buildings, and the poor people in the world are covered with joy! It is as peaceful as a mountain that can't be affected by wind and rain." A thatched hut suddenly stood up next to everyone.

This hut seems to be made of ordinary wood, but under the cover of talent, the outside world is thick with ink, and it is impossible to enter the hut.

This poem by Song Lanyi has also been published in newspapers, but this is the first time for many people to see this so-called poetic vision.

Is this a poem that is spread all over the world?

In terms of defense alone, it’s simply perfect!

Among the crowd, Pu Song's focus was different from others.

He looked vaguely at the Q-version villain standing on Song Lanyi's shoulder.

This little man is none other than Du Fu.

When Pu Song wanted to calculate Du Fu's past and future, he found that his past and future were as blurry as Song Lanyi's.

One was an accident, but what about the other two?

Pu Song felt that his old friends...may have underestimated the path Song Lanyi was taking.

In the middle of the night, the night owl curled up quietly on the branches.

From time to time, you can also hear the roar of wild beasts in the mountains.

But... everyone in the hut didn't take it seriously at all.

Without him, the poems that are spread all over the world are indeed the poems that are spread all over the world.

In terms of defense alone, it is simply incomparable.

The only thing that can compare is probably the various products of the Mohist family.

But in addition to these advantages, the disadvantages are also extremely obvious.

That is, your talent is consumed very quickly.

Fortunately, Song Lanyi learned to be smart. Whenever her talent was about to be exhausted, she would replace her with someone else to output the talent and stabilize the poetry phenomenon.

After several rounds of this, the people inside were not exhausted, but the so-called true god outside had begun to feel impatient.

In the quiet night, the thick ink outside the hut gradually turned into a faceless human figure, which began to knock on the door impatiently.

When the people in the room heard the knocking sound, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

Someone laughed and said, "It turns out that when a true god enters a room, he will knock on the door just like ordinary people!"

Hearing this, the "true god" outside seemed to become angry and moved his hands faster, knocking on the door vigorously and hastily.

Song Lanyi pondered for a moment and then spoke seriously, "Is there a possibility... that he can't open the door either."

A question mark appeared above everyone's heads.

Just kidding?

After all, you are related to God, is that just a little bit of style?

Song Lanyi pursed her lips and looked at the motionless door. The meaning was self-evident.

If he were a true God, would he not be able to break even a poetic vision?

Before they could wait long, an angry voice came from outside, "Bold mortal, when you see this god, why don't you come forward and kneel down?"

This trick may work to deceive villagers who have never left the village.

But... for Song Lanyi and others, it can be said to be full of loopholes.

Not to mention anything else, just what he calls himself, nondescript, and what he looks like.

Everyone looked at each other and asked Song Lanyi to come forward.

She is bold, careful and quick in emergency responses, making her the best person to do this kind of thing.

Song Lanyi said slowly, "True God? What kind of God is this?"

The "true god" outside the door thought that Song Lanyi began to waver and hesitate in his heart, and said with satisfaction, "The world is all false, and there is nothing outside the heart. Only by removing the false and retaining the true can one become a true god. This is what is called

True God.”

This little story goes on and on.

Especially the sentence "There is nothing outside the heart" does sound a bit interesting, and it has some overlap with Yangming's theory of mind.

Song Lanyi said calmly, "That's not what I'm referring to. The gods in the world all come from Taoism. The Taoist gods include the Three Pure Ones. The so-called Three Pure Ones are the Yuanshi Heavenly Master, the Lingbao Heavenly Master and the Daode Heavenly Master."

"At the same time, there are six emperors, namely the Northern Arctic Ziwei Emperor, the Southern Antarctic Changsheng Emperor, the Western Taiji Emperor, the Eastern Eastern Qinghua Emperor, and later the Haotian Jade Emperor and the Houtu Emperor..."

After hearing this one after another, the true god outside was confused.

So many gods?

But why, he hasn't heard of any of them?

"True God" shrank, but still had the courage to say, "What do you think this has to do with me?"

"How come it has nothing to do with you? You are a true god. I'm afraid you know a few gods, right?"

Second update today~
Chapter completed!