I don’t want to make food, no, Wen Donglai shouted feebly.

At the moment when he was so painful that he forgot about life and death, he finally saw clearly what the true nature of this huge clock dial covering the heaven and earth was.

"The twelve signs of the zodiac..." Wen Donglai almost said this word through gritted teeth.

But in fact, this huge clock dial is just the twelve constellations of the zodiac that are very similar to the earth, representing heaven and earth, yin and yang, heaven and earth, and magic numbers.

Each dial (roulette) above represents a sequence of heavenly stems and earthly branches.

A total of sixty roulette wheels, like sixty plates of delicacies, were constantly rotating around the center, but they lacked the companionship of fine wine.

And he is the pointer on the huge clock dial.

"I would rather be them than be a pointer." Wen Donglai suddenly and strangely changed his mind, but he swore to God that he had never thought so.

Then his pointer began to rotate rapidly, rotating with lightning at the center point. Every time it turned a roulette wheel, everything on it burned to ashes like a candle, not even a tear of wax.

It was as if no bones were left after being devoured by some mysterious and invisible eater.

Or rather more than one.

In the end, there was only one roulette wheel left, and everything on it stayed there quietly, as if waiting for his decision.

Wen Donglai felt his hands and feet light up, and his white frame could actually move.

He doesn't want to make pointers anymore.

Like a humble dog, he crawled towards the roulette wheel one by one. Everything on it seemed to be dead and did not look at him or move.

"Give me a seat, I want to go in too, please, please."

Wen Donglai endured great pain. He crawled and wanted to cry, but with no flesh and only bones, he couldn't shed a single tear.

He wanted to be them, even if it was just a bitter melon on the plate that was hard to swallow, but the roulette wheel seemed to be full and there was no room for him.

And the most disturbing thing is that everything in the roulette wheel with humans, animals and weird lives is standing, only he is hunched over like a maggot.

But if you squeeze in, there seems to be room.

Wen Donglai was overjoyed. He was about to climb in, but he was still a little short. At the last distance, his white-bone fingers could almost reach in.

But a wisp of mist suddenly drifted over, covering the roulette wheel, making their figures blurry, and the last roulette wheel also disappeared.

The diners are leaving.

"Don't leave me, don't, don't, I'm delicious, have a taste, reach out and taste me..."

Wen Donglai began to plead. He even forgot the pain. He was afraid of being alone, but he was the only white skeleton left on this huge clock dial.

He tried his best but could only smell the strange fragrance contained in the mist.

This is his only gain.

"The invasion of strange power failed, and there will be three battles of strange power."

Wen Donglai's eyes were aroused by the turbid light and he woke up.

"Come Wen Dong, you have successfully activated the telepathy between heaven and man, and have seen the Confucian mystery dream you imagined." Xiao Wen never left, and the blood-colored cloak hanging on the floor rustled.

A horizontal bloody gash opened on the twisted face, as if it was smiling.

Isn’t it said that one has to meditate quietly and cultivate one’s mind in order to activate the connection between heaven and man? Why is it that my activation feels like suffering.

Could it be that my point of view in communicating with God is that everything in heaven and earth is food?

Are you food? Or a eater? Or nothing.

Thinking back carefully, Wen Donglai painfully realized that he really seemed to be nothing.

"Xiao Wen, if you activate the telepathy between heaven and man in this way, what will happen if someone can't bear it?" Wen Donglai asked with lingering fear.

"Becoming a Confucian and a weirdo." Xiao Wen replied lightly.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Wen Donglai was furious.

"If a person knows that his fate is unlucky, he will magnify the unlucky number infinitely in his heart. In the end, he will definitely not be able to escape the misfortune. Only ignorance, confusion and doubt can give him a chance to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune." Xiao Wen's words are clear and logical, and the general meaning is:

He said that I didn't tell you in advance because it was for your own good.

"I can't argue with you." Wen Donglai completely gave up arguing with him and became happy again.

He has activated the telepathy between heaven and man, which means that he can take the government examination. This is Wen's mother's lifelong expectation, and he will definitely not let Wen's mother down.

When he was happy, Wen Donglai glanced at Xiaowen and murmured absently: "Haha, everything in the world is just dishes on the plate. There are sixty dishes. No one knows which one the needle of fate will choose.

No one knows when he will be chosen, and no one knows who is enjoying him."

"Haha." Xiao Wen seemed to be smiling: "When the Confucian scholars in the world communicate with each other about the connection between heaven and man, they only come up with their own understanding of 'Heaven, Earth and Man's Mansion' based on the number of heavenly stems and earthly branches. Confucianism is like the moon reflecting thousands of rivers, and the principles are different.

, everything is different due to human desires, your understanding is very humble..."

Yes, I want to make a bitter melon for others to enjoy.

Xiaowen's words were full of sarcasm.

But he turned around and said: "But he is also very unique."

"No, why is it so scary?" Wen Donglai looked up at him.

"Human desires are inherently terrifying. Fragrance is like mist. It can obscure everything and change everything. You will inevitably fall into the dream of Confucian fragrance and have a terrifying understanding of 'Heaven, Earth, Man's Mansion'. Of course,

This understanding is different for everyone. If you can crawl out, you will activate the telepathy between heaven and humanity. If you cannot crawl out, you will be completely invaded by strange forces and become a Confucian grotesque. The grotesqueness has always existed, and it also constitutes the dark mystery of the Confucian Continent...

"

Wen Donglai was stunned for a moment, recalling the mysterious scent.

"It turns out that it didn't want me to climb in and completely turn into a dish, so I was able to succeed."

After coming back to his senses, Wen Donglai asked in surprise: "Then what will I order now?"

"Whenever you close your eyes and imagine the world, you have the opportunity to peep into God's will. As long as people and things communicate with God's will, you can obtain a steady stream of God's power. I look forward to you helping me move mountains and seas.

Fighting turns the sun and the moon."

Yes, I activate the induction of heaven and humanity to serve you.

You pretend to be 13 and I'm tired.

But I am still just Lao Tzu, nothing has changed.

"You have some active ideas." Xiaowen laughed loudly.

Wen Donglai raised his eyebrows and looked directly at Xiaowen.

"As for Tianli, I haven't even touched Tianli's hair."

"You still need a test from heaven. Only by turning on the telepathy between heaven and man can you have the right to talk to heaven. If you want to gain the power of heaven, nature will naturally test you. Do you think it is given for free? Everything in this world has a price, and

The only purpose of Confucianism in using the power of heaven is to fight chaos on behalf of heaven."

"What are you testing me for?" Wen Donglai was worried. It couldn't be that he was testing my Confucianism. I don't know anything about it.

Xiao Wen shook his head slightly, and a bloody mouth opened in his twisted flesh: "Confucianism knows what you do, and the test of heaven will always be how well you know and do as a human being in a human world."

"don't know."

"The ancient meaning of knowledge and action is reading and practice, but now it means the sequence and consistency of what is in the mind and the daily actions."

Wen Donglai thought for a moment and became surprised: "Could it be that God wants to test whether I am the same as I am on the outside?"

Xiaowen cupped his hands and laughed: "It can be said that a gentleman should be magnanimous and magnanimous."

Wen Donglai's eyes turned red, recalling the hardships of life in his previous life and never complaining.

"I'm not a gentleman, but I tell you, I, Wen Donglai, have never done anything that's sorry to others. Just like in the mist of Confucianism, I'm not even qualified to make a plate of bitter melon to be eaten by others. I'm the one on the ground.

A handful of dust, no one will notice me, I am a stranger in the world, I am still myself, but... I never blame anyone, never hate God, this is my idea, and this is what I do

.”

Yes, this is Lao Tzu’s Confucian knowledge and practice.

Wen Donglai's eyes were red. He was very excited. His mind was filled with memories of his years of struggling in society. There was no moment when he was not looking for food or being eaten.

Except for flowers, plants, pigs, dogs, chickens and ducks, he can't fight anyone.

But he is so weak that he is not even qualified to be eaten. After all, who would eat a handful of dust on the ground?
Chapter completed!