Curiosity, or the desire to gossip, occupied the minds of everyone in the car.
Wait quietly until the moment of satisfaction.
Cai Gen couldn't agree with their mood.
It's not that he doesn't have curiosity, it just means that his mind is really not on this.
There are many more important things.
For example, I went to my mother’s house for dinner during the Chinese New Year.
If you go early, you can cook, and your mother won't have to cook.
A long time ago, Cai Gen felt that there was no standard to measure filial piety.
If you do more for yourself and your parents do less, and stick to this idea of handling problems, it will be good.
For another example, if I can win first place in this competition and get a bonus of one million, can I buy a car for my wife?
That weather-beaten little white car made my wife complain every time she opened and closed the windows. It was too harsh and embarrassing.
There are many, many examples that are more important than that meaningless curiosity.
Cai Gen thought about it casually and decided to be willful. It doesn't matter what's inside you, even if it's Godzilla. If I don't let you out, won't it be over?
Without consulting anyone else, he opened the car door and walked out.
Although he didn't rush forward quickly, he still walked forward steadily, aiming in the direction of their sacrifice.
When Cai Gen got out of the car, more than ten spirit messengers had been knocked to death.
The originally dark and dilapidated coffin also took on a strange look, with golden scriptures appearing in rows on various parts of the coffin.
I don’t know how many numbers are needed to open this combination lock.
There are fewer and fewer spirit envoys, and Cai Gen's pace is getting slower and slower.
Is there a critical point where there are only one or two spirit messengers left and the coffin has not yet been opened, then it would be perfect.
However, Cai Gen underestimated the intelligence of these spirit envoys.
Seeing Cai Gen getting out of the car and walking this way, the spirit envoys speeded up the decryption process one by one.
Except for Spirit Envoy No. 1, the remaining ten or so Spirit Envoys did not follow the number plates and knocked on the coffin at the same time.
It's as gorgeous as the fireworks during the Spring Festival, but the color is a bit monotonous, all blood red.
More than twenty people died in a row, and the amount of bleeding was still very large. When encountering cold air, red ice formed on the ground.
The reflection of the coffin is like a boat in the sea of blood, lonely, strange, desperate and suffocating.
Cai Gen has seen the sea of blood, either elsewhere or at the bar of the store.
The one in front of you is much smaller than the one in the store. In addition to giving people a cold feeling, it is not very imposing.
The only surviving Spirit Envoy No. 1 was not prepared to continue beating himself to death. Looking at Cai Gen's uncontrollable sneer,
"I asked you to come down just now, but you didn't come down. It's too late to come down now. Just wait to welcome the Buddha.
By the way, Lord Moon has brought you a message.
This is the heavenly society that you don’t understand.
This is also the retribution for offending the heavens."
What you said is the same as what you didn't say. What can you do if you don't understand?
Haven’t I reached the seventh circle yet?
Also, Cai Gen doesn’t understand. You said that if you win, whatever you say will be the truth because you can’t refute it.
Before you win, whatever you say is called talking nonsense, or the kind of talking talk that is not too loud.
The situation in front of us should be regarded as the critical point. There is only one spiritual envoy left and the coffin has not been opened. It is a rare opportunity.
Turning to look at Naqi and everyone in the cab, Cai Gen smiled mischievously.
I'm sorry, comrades, to disappoint you.
After all, I didn’t see what was in the coffin, which will stifle you.
Cai Gen pulled out the bone-cutting knife and increased his speed. Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something and made an emergency stop.
Since we have reached the range of blood ice, a very long slide started to slide naturally.
Everyone looked at Cai Gen, holding a weapon and sliding around, it was too childish.
About five meters away from the coffin, he finally stopped.
Cai Gen took out a small black sign from his arms and showed it to Spirit Envoy No. 1, lowering his voice and trying to be as dignified as the Holy Spirit.
"Amitabha, why don't you kneel down?"
The small black tag was very important, it was a treasure. Cai Gen pinched it very hard, fearing that it would be snatched away.
I just want to show it to the spirit envoy to see the two words "crossing the river" above, and then there is that beautiful misunderstanding. Why bother to fight?
Lingshi No. 1 was also stunned when he saw Cai Gen's funny actions and final display.
Looking seriously at Cai Gen's hand, what treasure is so important, gives Cai Gen so much confidence, and makes him kneel down?
As a result, Lingshi No. 1 saw nothing except a pile of black powder in Cai Gen's hand.
"Cai Gen, are you sick? What did you want me to see?"
Huh? Could it be that this spiritual messenger never went to school and cannot read?
You should have learned it in the second grade of elementary school.
Cai Gen suddenly felt something was wrong with the small brand in his hand.
When I took it back and looked at it, I was dizzy and it turned into powder.
I don’t know whether it was oxidized because it was exposed to the wind, or whether it was damaged because it resisted the thunder.
The small sign that could prove identity was so broken.
Black powder flowed from Cai Gen's fingers and floated towards the coffin with shining gold letters.
Without any hindrance, the black powder merged into the coffin.
As if the combination lock had been opened, the entire coffin was instantly covered with golden scriptures and erupted with a dazzling light.
Moreover, this sudden explosion also destroyed the faces of more than twenty people who were chanting sutras with their mouths open, without leaving a trace.
The coffin that was originally lying stood up in an instant, with a crack in the center, and then opened to the left and right like a rolling shutter door.
Because the golden light of the coffin was too strong, Cai Gen did not see the contents inside the coffin at the first time.
My thoughts are still stuck on the fact that my little magic card that defies heaven is gone and eaten by this coffin.
Thinking of this, a possibility appeared in Cai Gen's mind.
Could it be that, just now, you didn’t have enough energy to open the combination lock, so you filled in the small sign before opening the coffin?
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice?
Digging a hole to bury yourself?
No, there is no such thing as a coincidence. If you can catch up with this kind of thing, why don't you win the lottery?
Next, the answer was revealed, Cai Gen should indeed buy a lottery ticket.
Lingshi No. 1 was very excited when he saw the coffin opened.
"Hahahaha, I don't have to die, that's great!
What was that black powder you just had?
Fo is so powerful. If I had known you could help, they wouldn't have died.
Thank you for your help, otherwise I would have to struggle.
By the way, I forgot to ask, which gang are you from?"
Yes, who am I?
Cai Gen was shocked by this question and his head was buzzing.
If there was still that little card, I would definitely say now that we are in the same group.
It's okay, you can go home, don't fight one group of people.
But now the small card is gone, turned into powder, and eaten by the coffin.
Lingshi No. 1 was definitely teasing himself when he asked this question. No matter how he answered, he would look stupid.
