Before she encountered the Kun, before the body of Yuhua Tianzun melted, in a certain continent in the south, in an ordinary city-state by the sea, in a village near the sea, a barefooted drunkard shook his wine gourd and took a sip.
Finished the remaining wine in the wine gourd.
His face was red, he had a huge rosacea, he smelled of alcohol, and his eyes were blurred.
"Mother-in-law, bring me another gourd of wine."
The sea breeze blew from the sea, which made him feel very comfortable, and he screamed again at the top of his lungs.
"Damn drunkard, have you finished a bottle of wine so early? Damn you, have you forgotten what you said two days ago?" A woman who was mending a fishing net not far away suddenly cursed.
"It's a credit for tomorrow." The drunkard laughed.
"Can you not drink tomorrow? Drink, drink, drink, drink to death day by day."
The woman started to yell and curse, but after scolding for a while, she still couldn't stand his apologetic smile, so she put down her work and went to get a gourd of wine.
Seeing the drunkard with a confused smile on his face, she finally relented and threw two sea duck eggs from the house to him, "Let's have a drink together."
"Bad bitch."
The drunkard was extremely satisfied and knocked duck eggs on his forehead, but suddenly asked, "Will God die?"
"You know how to talk nonsense every day. If God can die, you can teach him to die and show me." The woman just cursed and saw that the drunkard stuffed a duck egg in his mouth and drank a sip of wine.
As she wandered out, she immediately cursed again: "Where are you going when you're so drunk?"
"I'll go to the teacher's place and have a look." The drunkard laughed.
The woman hesitated to speak, but finally gave up.
Although the teacher was not a smart person in her eyes, teaching in a place where no one wanted to read or write was no different from having a bad brain, but at least the teacher did not drink alcohol and was reasonable.
He never causes trouble.
If you are lucky, maybe the teacher will make him a bowl of hangover soup because he thinks the drunkard is too drunk.
The drunkard wandered across a piece of sand and came to a shanty courtyard at the intersection of this fishing village.
As expected, the teacher didn't have any students here, he was the only one.
The teacher looked to be in his fifties, with a sallow complexion and thin skin, and looked like he had not eaten much food all year round.
The drunkard's eyes were still blurry, but he looked at the teacher very carefully. He suddenly sighed, "Teacher, you really have two more white hairs."
If other people heard him talking like this, they would naturally think that he was talking nonsense when he was drunk.
But the teacher knew that the drunkard was telling the truth.
He does have two more white hairs.
Of course, it is impossible for an ordinary person to be able to determine that he has two more white hairs with just a few glances, nor is it possible for an ordinary person to know that he has two more white hairs.
So drunkards and teachers are naturally not ordinary people.
The drunkard took another sip of wine.
He threw the remaining sea duck egg in his hand to the teacher, and then asked the same question again with some emotion, "Teacher, do you think God will die?"
The teacher was silent for a moment and said: "If it continues to decline, it will die naturally just like people will die of old age."
The drunkard was stunned for a long time, and suddenly lamented, "If it dies, what will we do?"
The teacher began to eat duck eggs.
He knew exactly what the drunkard meant.
The drunkard and he have both lived too long. They are not originally afraid of death, but they are very afraid of dying unclearly, and they are very afraid that they will not know what they are when they die.
Many years ago, they suddenly discovered that they were very different from other people.
An alcoholic finds that he seems to be doing the same thing for countless years, drinking a gourd of wine every day, and then getting drunk and running to villages and towns to talk nonsense that even he himself does not know the meaning of.
The teacher writes poems every day, but he can't write them with a sad face.
An alcoholic discovers that he can actually drink several bottles of wine without getting drunk. In fact, when he is drunk, he does not like to talk nonsense, but likes to sleep.
The teacher discovered that he didn't like writing poetry. He was actually not a down-and-out poet who wanted to write famous poems that would be passed down through the ages. In fact, he only liked catching and eating crabs.
He is obviously an alcoholic but not drunk, and he is obviously a down-and-out poet living here as a teacher, but in fact he neither loves teaching nor writing poetry.
But the most bizarre thing is that they found that it seemed like countless years had passed before they slowly woke up and seemed to have a problem.
And the weirdest thing is that both of them found that they had been here for countless years.
For countless years, the two of them have always had this identity, and the people around them all live and die normally, changing one after another.
Whether it is the teacher's students, the villagers, or even the drunkard's wife, they are all normal ordinary people.
But they haven't changed.
They can't find the reason.
And even if they leave here, no matter where they sleep, as soon as they fall asleep and wake up, they will be back here again. It seems that there is a magic spell trapping them here, allowing them to have an unchanging life and life.
But more than a hundred years ago, they encountered a strange man again.
That day there was heavy wind and rain on the sea, accompanied by a tsunami, but a monk in white came.
The monk looked more handsome than ever before.
He crossed the sea by stepping on a reed. No one knows how he crossed the sea by stepping on a reed.
This monk calls himself "Fake Oil".
Because I felt that this monk was no ordinary person. I felt that this monk had no ill intentions and was just wandering by. The drunkard brought a pot of wine and the teacher brought a bunch of crabs, so they approached the monk.
The two people told them about the strange things that happened to them, and then asked the monk, who was supposed to have supernatural powers, if he had seen such strange things elsewhere, or if he knew what happened to them.
Originally, this monk was not afraid of being cold, drinking and eating crab legs. He even had two raw fish cut into pieces to make the sound of fish eating. However, after hearing the strange things that happened to them, the monk almost cut the crab legs off.
Pricked his own foot.
"Actually, I don't know what is going on." The handsome monk named Fake You smiled bitterly, "I originally thought that I was like a time traveler, trapped in my own world of inner demons, but I found that it seemed
No. If not, then is this an illusory online world or a Western world that is extremely realistic?"
Neither the drunkard nor the teacher could understand what he said, but the monk's first words immediately made them very disappointed and lost.
The handsome monk noticed their disappointment, and seemed to feel sorry for their wine and crabs, but comforted him: "Don't worry, although I still don't understand what kind of world this is, but I travel around the world and visit every place in this world."
Corner, I will definitely get the final answer, and I will definitely come back to tell you the truth. As for now, I might as well tell you that there are many Enpixi like you, but your situation seems like another
A mistake occurred, and it seemed that Enpixi had a sense of autonomy and had an awakening of consciousness."
"Enpixi?" The drunkard and the teacher couldn't understand this title.
"Perhaps it can be said that they are characters created by Heaven?" The handsome monk seemed to find it a headache for them to understand, but he still said with a smile: "You are like chess pieces that have been placed here since the beginning of this world."
"Chess pieces?" The teacher was in disbelief, "Does that mean we are not human beings? Can we be regarded as a tree or a mountain here?"
"You are very spiritual." The handsome monk was a little surprised. He scratched his head, "But you can't say that, because logically speaking, if you are placed in a place like this, there must be something unique about you.
Useful. Especially if you, an alcoholic like you, go around talking to people when you are drunk, it might trigger some hidden plot."
"Me? What's the hidden plot?" The drunkard was very shocked.
The handsome monk seemed to have a headache.
"I really can't explain more to you, because in the end it's about what kind of world this is, and I can only give you the correct answer after determining what kind of world it is. So I can't waste time.
I guess what hidden plot will be triggered in you, even I can't communicate with you more, I'm afraid that if I talk to you more, it will make you more confused and be led astray."
The handsome monk finished eating the crabs, drank half a bottle of wine, and left the fishing village without saying anything more.
The drunkard and the teacher stood at the entrance of the village full of hope and watched him leave.
They felt that this powerful holy monk would fulfill his promise and come back to tell them the answer.
But what they didn't expect was that the handsome monk had just soared into the air holding on to the reeds. As a result, there was a burst of lightning in the sky, and the handsome monk was directly chopped into a stick of coke by countless weird lightning bolts.
"What the hell!"
The last words that this handsome monk shouted before he was chopped into charcoal and dying were, "Could it be that the hidden plot triggered by the two of you is to let the heaven discover the existence of people like me and then chop me to death? Still
Is it God’s fault? I just think those crabs are pretty good... and the wine tastes like fake wine..."
This holy monk died like this.
The drunkard and the teacher have been afraid of thunder ever since.
They don't get answers.
But more than ten years later, they found that there were some changes.
They seem to have changed somewhat.
Their changes seem to be due to changes in God.
They feel as if the sky is beginning to age, and they are also starting to become a little older.
Initially such changes were slow and not significant.
In recent decades, such changes have been rapid.
The teacher originally had black hair and a face that looked like he was only in his thirties.
But now he has a face in his fifties and has gray hair.
(There is only this chapter today, but I think this chapter is worth several chapters, because in terms of unrestrainedness and imagination, I have made a breakthrough. I feel that it is hard to say how successful this book will be when it is finished, but my strength
It should be possible to move up a level just like when I completed the Immortal Demon Transformation.)