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484 In other words, everyone can be eight hundred bhiksunis(2/2)

"I think...I think it's wrong to only have happiness...and, eternal life and stuff like that can't be achieved, right?"

Kanoya waved his hand.

She didn't know what she and Hina were discussing.

But if you talk more, you can buy more time.

I don't know what you are waiting for, but I am waiting for my master.

"It can be realized. If you eat my Lord's flesh and blood, you will become eight hundred bhikkhunis, and eight hundred bhikkhunis are immortal." Hina continued to talk with some enthusiasm, she looked like a fanatical preacher.

"I will also become an eight hundred bhikshuni? But you said you are... I don't understand, who is the eight hundred bhikshuni?"

"The first woman to eat the flesh and blood of our Lord, it seems incomplete to say so. Strictly speaking, there are no eight hundred bhikshunis in this world. In other words, as long as she eats the flesh and blood of our Lord and dedicates her consciousness to the Lord, all

Anyone can be an eight hundred bhikshuni. The Lord will wake up in your body, take over your memory, throw away your misery, leaving only joy, and let you live happily in Songze forever."

"God wakes up in my body? Takes over my memories?"

Kanoya suddenly thought of something, and she somewhat understood why Matsuzawa people could be resurrected with a new body after death.

All humans who have eaten the flesh and blood of the gods mentioned by Yang Na, that is, the leech, will give their consciousness to the leech.

Even if they die over and over again, the memories of the past will still be preserved.

Leeches will give the Matsuzawa people a new body and then revive the memory of the deceased?

It should be like this.

Xiaolu has already heard the problem——

If God takes over people's memories, will the person who survives still be the same person?

Does this count as man eating the flesh and blood of God and gaining eternal life, or does God swallow man?

Are these Matsuzawa people controlled by gods, puppets who live a happy life with the memories of past humans?

Kanoya shook his head desperately: "No, if it is just a memory, then wouldn't the original me be gone?"

At this time, Yang Nai had already walked up to her and raised the black meat ball in her hand: "The memory of the past is yourself, and you will always exist, child."

"No, it's wrong, it's definitely wrong!"

"You have too many worries, child. Eat it and you will see everything I said." Yangcai said with a smile, "The Matsuzawa people just need to carry their memories and live happily. They don't need to know too much."

Many, the Eight Hundred Bhikshunis do not need to be awake in their bodies all the time. But you are different, you are a spiritual fetus, right? Eat it, you will become an excellent Eight Hundred Bhikshunis."

The leech men around him swayed, opened and closed their mouthparts, and followed suit. Their voices were different, but they all said the same thing: "You will become an excellent eight hundred bhikshuni."

"No...I don't want to!"

Kanoya waved the incense burner in his hand and tried to knock Hina down.

Even if the other person is a harmless little girl, even if the other person's smile does not contain any malice.

But in Xiaolu's eyes, this child is a terrifying monster.

More terrifying than the leech man.

Xiaolu now almost understands the meaning of Yangcai's words, or he has some guesses in his heart——

Perhaps the so-called "Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis" are the memory of the woman who first ate the flesh and blood of leeches. It is the memory of mankind that is the most understood and understood.

And this memory can be revived and fused in any Matsuzawa person.

If you can do this kind of thing, is it still considered a human being?

So any talk of eternal bliss is nonsense.

The original consciousness that ate this black flesh will definitely no longer exist.

That leech accepted the memories of all Matsuzawa people, and then distributed these memories to the corresponding bodies.

In this way, aren’t the Matsuzawa people just leeches covered in human memories?

Perhaps, each leech will regard itself as the owner of the corresponding memory, but in essence, the entire Songze Village is simply a play house controlled by the god!

There are no humans here at all!

"I won't eat this!"

But before Kanoya could swing out the incense burner, the leech man who should be Sugiura Kumiko and the other leech men around him rushed forward, pushed the deer down, and completely controlled it.

"Let go, let go!"

Kanoya struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Even with the physical enhancement from the Outer Lion Seal, her strength is still inferior to that of a few leech men.

Those slimy, squirming, deformed flesh tightly held her limbs.

"Like I said, you worry too much, kid."

Hina handed the wriggling leech flesh and blood to Kanoya's lips.

The strong smell of water filled the nose.

At this moment, Lu Yewu could hear the angry, intermittent howling of wolves from outside the layers of leech men.

Bai Lang probably hasn't given up yet and wants to rescue her.

It's just that the power of the deer and the wolf are too limited.

"I still didn't do a good job, I didn't buy more time for Master, I didn't lead the wolf to escape..."

The deer finally despaired.

"Eat it. After eating it, you will understand everything and experience the Lord's love and kindness."

Hina's hand pressed Kanoya's cheek, forcing her to open her mouth. Although she was just a little girl, her strength was terrifying. And just when the disgusting squirming feeling was about to touch Kanoya's lips, Matsuzawa Shanlin

There was a dull thunder in the sky.

A dazzling purple light suddenly appeared, like a sharp sword piercing the forest sea, and the thunder rumbled, causing the wind pressure to surge, angrily sweeping towards the layers of leech people.

At the same time, Luyeya's sight was filled with red mist. She saw a red and black dress swaying out of the mist, with the corners of the gorgeous Gothic skirt flying.

She heard a familiar voice.

Cold and unemotional.
Chapter completed!
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