Chapter 149: Natural man meets the rain after long drought
In order for Xiao Zhebie to understand the helplessness of the Goshawk Envoy and the power of the natural envoys, everyone collectively decided to use this kid first to see how the natural power is awakening.
Little Zhebie didn't notice anything, but he felt a change in his body on the way back. He was in shock and didn't know what was wrong with him, so one night he met the little girl's relatives and told him that he had been raped by the wild man.
The natural force was accepted.
Xiao Zhebie is not very opposed to this. He has been influenced by local culture and myths and legends since he was a child, and he longs to become one of the angels of nature.
The only thing Xiao Zhe was worried about was what kind of force of nature he would become. There were many of them that he couldn't accept. Except for those that were too special, even if they were barely acceptable, he would just make do with them.
But Zhe didn't want to be simple. He was worried in the wrong direction. As the leader of the natural messengers, the grassroots messenger smiled bitterly and said to the little boy:
"No matter what kind of messenger it is, it is a gift from Mother Earth and a natural choice from God. As long as you can get it, no matter what it is, it is good."
Xiao Zhebie still disagreed with this matter, and still insisted on his own judgment of likes and dislikes, but he heard this old man with long hair like grass roots continue to say:
"But no matter what kind of natural messenger it is, it is not so easy to get; as I just said, this matter is not decided by us, but by the natural selection of heaven and earth, and the choice of heaven and earth is usually life or death."
Only then did Xiao Zhebie divert his attention: "What do you mean? Either life or death. What do you mean?"
"It means that if you want to choose to accept God's choice and prepare to accept the power of nature and become a natural messenger, then you have to accept a reality."
The old grassroots messenger said solemnly: "Either you succeed in becoming a natural messenger and have the power of nature just like us; or, after countless painful sufferings that are worse than death, you still inevitably lose your soul and return to dust."
"I still have to die, and I still have to suffer in pain." Xiao Zhebie was completely sober now, and asked: "What kind of painful suffering method? Are you all here like this?"
"Yes, we all come here like this. Some people will have their limbs gradually severed, some people will have their whole body bones and flesh separated, some people will be broken into mud, some people will be twisted and deformed, some people will feel like they are sick, and they will taste almost all the pain in the world, just like
me too."
As the grassroots old man spoke, he opened up the clothes woven with grassroots like burlap, revealing the flesh and blood pierced by grassroots inside the clothes, and continued talking.
"No matter what it is, anyway, every time it will be unbearable. The vast majority of people do not die, not because they succeeded, but because most people usually choose to give up the first time, or have to give up. Experience is the world.
Choose the method of the natural messenger, but whether you can accept this method is a test for most people.
So, Zhejie, don’t think about what kind of power of nature to choose, what will happen after you get the power of nature, don’t even think about whether you will be chosen by heaven and earth, the first thing you should worry about now is whether you can
Survive the first trial, or do you dare to try the feeling of life being worse than death."
Seeing that Zhe was speechless for a moment, the grassroots old man smiled slightly and said: "Even if you don't have the courage, do you want to find out the news about your eldest brother? You can avoid the existence of our natural messengers and your abilities are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
If the eldest brother dares to call Peshwa, the enemies he provokes must be extraordinary. How about you—"
"I'll do it!" Before the grassroots old man could finish his words, Xiaozhe had already decided not to leave.
Hearing what Zhebie said so simply, the grassroots old man said: "That's fine, if you want to give up, just speak at any time."
"No way, I will never give up!" Xiao Zhebie answered more decisively.
So, the grassroots old man gently pinched the void with his index finger and thumb, as if he was holding something, and gave Xiao Zhebie a cool touch on his forehead. This was regarded as bringing him into the society and making him qualified to undertake the experience of heaven and earth.
"Why don't you feel anything? Doesn't it mean that flesh and blood are turned into mud and life is worse than death?"
Listening to Xiao Zhebie's words, the grassroots old man smiled and said: "Heaven and earth have their own ways. The experience of nature is always different. No one can imagine the path of the power of nature, and no one can guess the will of God or guess the rebirth of nature's messengers.
How is the technique?"
The old grassroots man and the other nature messengers, the golden ox messenger, the Aries messenger, the sparrow messenger, the shrub messenger, and the black horse messenger, were reintroduced into nature and disappeared, leaving only the goshawk messenger walking with Xiao Zhe.
And that night, Tiandi Experience came to see Xiaozhe to say goodbye, but what he suffered was not broken bones and tendons, let alone ripped skin and flesh, but swollen bones!
Xiao Zhe looked at his longer left arm. He and the Goshawk were both surprised. Could it be that this was his trial? But it didn't hurt much, it was just swollen and numb, as if the blood vessels were blocked.
It's like the soreness you get after a long time.
But Zhebie could never have imagined that this was just the beginning. When his spine suddenly swelled, little Zhebie knew what it meant to be in pain and to live in pain, and what life was worse than death!
This is not pain in the flesh, nor is it just pain in the bone marrow. This is pain from the depths of the blood. This is a pain bomb from the depths of the soul!
The painful tsunami exploded, and the waves swept together, one wave after another, each wave more violent and cruel than the last! The painful screams that had just begun soon turned into silent trembling, and Xiao Zhe said goodbye
I really regretted it at that time.
But even if he regretted it, Xiao Zhebie gritted his teeth and stood firm, just like he did outside the tent of his elder brother Peshwa, unyielding and unyielding even if the strong enemy refused to retreat. He firmly believed that he could do it! Just when he withstood the impact of the sea of souls, he withstood the
While he was experiencing the world without losing his consciousness, the goshawk next to him was horrified to discover that not only had Xiao Zhebie's body grown a lot, but there were also many steel needle-like, thick and hard wolf hairs drilled out of his body!
In the early morning, as the Tongtian Palace Mountain lit up the sky, Xiao Zhebie's pain gradually subsided, but it was replaced by endless horror, because he was no longer a human being, but had turned into a giant wolf.
Looking at his suddenly tall and strong body, especially the thick wolf fur all over his body, it would be nice if he was not frightened to death or even scared to death.
But at this moment, the grassroots old man appeared again, emerging from the grass at the feet of the two of them, and his whole body, including his entire head, was still entangled in the endless grassroots.
"Do you want to regret it?" the grassroots old man asked lightly: "If you regret it, it's still too late. I can still make you go back to the past, but there is nothing you can do about it further."