Chapter 209: The True God in Disguise

On the other hand, Ji Yaozi finally returned to his hometown after three days of traveling.

He stood at the entrance to the village, but felt strangely familiar with the place, without a trace of familiarity.

But this is understandable, Ji Yaozi only lived in this village with his mother for three years, how can a three year old child remember anything?

Ji Yaozi steps into the village, looking wistful and bewildered.

After more than forty years of change, he and the village are complete strangers to each other. Ji Yaozi searched and searched but could not find the brick house from his childhood, not even the river where his mother drowned.

When an old man carrying manure passed by, Ji Yaozi quickly stopped him, "Brother, do you know where Zhao Zhirong's house is?"

The uncle put down his stretcher, scratching his head in confusion, his accent thick, "Zhao Zhirong, I've never heard of this name."

Ji Yaozi patiently added, "She's a local, she's just been dead for more than forty years... Big brother, you really don't remember the name?"

"Zhao Zhirong , Zhao Zhirong," the uncle recited, not having the slightest recollection of the name, "I really don't remember, or you can ask Uncle Zhao at the head of the village?"

Ji Yaozi, somewhat disappointed, asked again, "Big brother, where is the village river?"

"There are rivers to the west, to the east. Which one are you looking for?"

Ji Yaozi said, "Look for the river where people have drowned."

Uncle was startled, and said somewhat angrily, "You foreigner, how can you talk nonsense! The river in our village has never drowned anyone, don't curse our village!"

After saying that, the uncle no longer pay attention to Ji Yaozi, angrily carrying a flat burden and left.

Ji Yaozi was frozen in place with anxiety.

That's not true. How can it be that no one has ever drowned?

Ji Yaozi always felt that something was wrong, and some subtle sense of dissonance came to the fore. Ji Yaozi went a little further and stopped another village man, this time specifically an old man.

But the old man had also never heard of Zhao Zhirong and said that no one had ever drowned in his village's river.

Ji Yaozi asked seven or eight people for the same answer, and the emptiness in his heart grew bigger and bigger. There is no drowning river, no Zhao Zhirong, and no one even knows Ji Yaozi's real name, Zhao Zhen.

How is that possible? When Ji Yaozi was still called Zhao Zhen, he was sent to the county by seven or eight neighbors!

What about the neighbors?

The discrepancy between reality and memory was so great that Ji Yaozi fell into a trance and broke out in a headlong sweat. He walked to the river in a state of disorientation, looking at the gurgling water, but Ji Yaozi couldn't control the growing trembling of his fingers, and he felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet and running straight into his soul.

Are his memories false? Does his mother not actually exist?

Then who is he?

Is he and the Predestined Man ...... really father and son?

Ji Yaozi, with his head in the warm sun, broke out in a cold sweat for a moment.

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The sun shines in the sky.

Jiang Luo doesn't want to get caught up in the restlessness of thinking, doesn't want to waste time waiting for Chi You to come back, so she does her best to find things to do, to keep herself busy every day.

The next day he took his companions with him to the Da Zhao Monastery.

After many years, Ge Zhu, who knew the truth about Ge Wuchen's apostasy in those years, could not help but see red eyes when he met Master Cheng De again.

Seeing him like this, Grandmaster Cheng De likewise had a sour look in his eyes.

But in the end, he is a person who has always been stable, Master Cheng De suppressed the tears between breaths, "Please come with the old monk."

This is Jiang Luo's second visit to the Da Zhao Temple.

The last time I was here was a winter with layers and layers of snow. This is already spring flowers, everywhere green, vibrant, as if the baby in March, through the leisurely natural beauty.

Master Cheng De took them to see the Resident Master, who had tea ready and waiting for them when they arrived at the meditation room.

The tea was curling and refreshing, but the abbot master had only prepared four cups of tea.

Hearing the footsteps, the abbot master opened his eyes, his gleaming eyes looking sideways, "Jiang Shi Zhu, Se Shi Zhu, please come in."

Jiang Luo hooked his lips, took the blindfolded Sai Liaoer to the meditation room, a foot just crossed the threshold, suddenly turned back and lowered his voice: "Da Zhao Temple has a few newly built temples are not in use, you guys go to help me pick out a feng shui the best temples to."

Zhuo Zhongqiu Several people looked at each other, picking the temple for what?

But Jiang Luo had said it all, so they simply nodded their heads.

The door to the room was slowly closed by Master Cheng De.

The sun was driven out of the door inch by inch, and finally, with a creak, only four people remained in the room.

The Abbot Master looked at Jiang Luo and Sai Liaoer with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. Sai Liaoer was a little frightened by the look and couldn't help but push herself closer to Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo has a decent manner, he sat calmly, picked up the tea and slowly savored the flavor of the tea, quipped, "The tea from the Da Zhao Temple is always so fragrant, slightly bitter in the mouth, with a sweet aftertaste, so that people taste a mouthful and still want to taste the next mouthful."

"These are all little wild teas that can't be named, we grow them ourselves on the mountain and pick them on the mountain," said the abbot master kindly, "if you like them, you can take some home and brew them to drink, this tea clears the eyes and lungs, and is good for the body."

Jiang Luo is not polite, and thanked him generously.

Sai Liaoer followed suit with a small thank you, and he took a sip of tea like Jiang Luo, immediately wrinkling his features with bitterness.

Jiang Luo asked, "Why did the two masters invite Sai Liaoer and me for tea?"

"Of course it is because you two are most different," said the pale voice of the abbot master slowly, "but the old monk's eyes are so clumsy that he cannot yet see where you come from."

Jiang Luo also guesses that this is the reason.

He was now a living dead man, belonging to the less evil lineage of evil spirits, and could never become a god. However, he has the power of offerings within his body, a power that is almost at the level of a pseudo-god, and Sai Liaoer is more of a boarder White Impermanence. These two masters cannot see through them, but they can see the difference.

Jiang Luo laughed and continued to ask carelessly, "So is there anything the two masters would like to say to us?"

He clearly knew what the two abbots wanted to say, but he just pretended not to know. Master Cheng De smiled, shook his head, and said matter-of-factly, "What we want to talk to you about is exactly what we want to do against the resident."

Jiang Luo feigned surprise, "The Da Zhao Temple also has a grudge against the Fated?"

The abbot master rotated the Buddha beads in his hand, faintly said, "If it is not the predestined person who changed the content of the prophecy without authorization to deceive people, our Buddhist sect does not have to die three elders, three juniors, Ge Wuchen does not have to carry the curse to escape, he does not have to burn down the entire Tibetan scripture pavilion, to say who has a vendetta against predestined person, my Da Zhao Temple is definitely counted as one of the best. "

Jiang Luo said, "Ge Wuchen said that the people who knew the truth about his rebellion against the Buddha back then were all dead, how did you two know what happened back then?"

Grandmaster Cheng De sneered, "Back then, the three Master Cheng Wen were buried in the fire the night they divined the prophecy, Ge Wuchen killed people to escape from the Buddha Sect, and this one incident was so sudden that we didn't need him to tell us, we could have guessed it ourselves."

Jiang Luo sighed sympathetically and sipped his tea in silence, not saying a word about the cooperation.

This was not as imagined, and Master Cheng De knew that Jiang Luo had not yet believed them, and couldn't help but say, "Jiang Shi Zhu, what will it take for you to believe us?"

"I will believe you if you will let me write a few words on you."

Master Cheng De hesitated, he had never heard of this method, "Writing?"

Instead, the resident master made an immediate decision, "Write."

Jiang Luo put his brush on the backs of their hands, using the spirit of the word to keep them loyal to Jiang Luo. After the last stroke, the expressions of the two masters changed slightly, looking more honest and trusting.

Master Cheng De asked smilingly, "Jiang Shi Zhu, do you have any plans to deal with the predestined one?"

Jiang Luo was one of us, so he said, "Yes."

"What way?"

"This method also needs the help of the Da Zhao Temple," Jiang Luo said, "I intend to pretend to be a real god and 'descend' to the Da Zhao Temple to lure the Fated Man to appear. The predestined person has an extraordinary paranoia about becoming a god, no matter how much the rumor is caught in the wind, even if he knows that it is fraudulent, he will still come to take a look."

A cold light flashed in Jiang Luo's eyes, "If I were to fight alone, I would definitely not lose to the predestined man, but even if I defeated him like this, I don't think it's ruthless enough."

"When he comes to the Da Zhao Monastery, I will make him believe that I am the real 'God'. After he believes that I am the true God, if he wants to become a god, he will need to go to great lengths to seek guidance from me, the 'true God', and he will have to do what I tell him to do," Jiang Luo said, "and I will make him lose his reputation and tear off the skin of his own false god. "

Master Cheng De couldn't help but slap the table and exclaimed, "Yes!"

The hand holding the Buddha beads of the abbot master was also vaguely trembling with excitement, his eyes were clearer than ever before, but he quickly calmed down from his excitement, "The Predestined Man has lived for more than two hundred years, and he's the only False God, how does Jiang Shi Zhu intend to make him believe that you are the True God descending?"

Jiang Luo smiled slightly and gently placed the teacup on the table.

The tea bowl landed on the table with a crisp thud.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes.

Just as Grandmaster Cheng De and the abbot master were puzzled, a vast power suddenly burst out from Jiang Luo's body, and the majestic power of faith poured out like a flood, instantly and dominantly invading everything in the meditation room.

The two old men stared in disbelief.

The young head of the Scientific Research Bureau reopened his eyes, his eyes were full of smiles, and his whole person was like a god with a power that was approachable and submissive.

"Is this okay?"

Grand Master Cheng De and Resident Master Cheng De stared at him in a daze, the expressions on their faces suddenly becoming shocked and delighted, and even somewhat at a loss for words!

"This this this," Grandmaster Cheng De was ecstatic, "You actually, you actually? The Fated One might not really be able to see through your scheme!"

The presiding master silently recited the Meditation Sutra several times before stabilizing his violently beating heart, "We can't reach your realm, and we don't know if the predestined can find out that you're not a True God, Jiang Shi Zhu, are you really sure that you can conceal yourself from him?"

Jiang Luo cocked his lips, ''I'm sure that even if he won't believe wholeheartedly that I'm a true god, he won't deny wholeheartedly that I'm a fake. He's too obsessed with becoming a god that he won't let go of any hope. The Predestined Man has never seen the True God, so of course he doesn't know what the True God is like. I won't come face to face with him either, so as long as I absorb enough power of offerings and mobilize all of them to disguise myself when he comes, he'll definitely be confused."

"As soon as he's mesmerized for one point and believes it, it's easy after that."

Jiang Luo looked at Sai Liaoer, "Besides, Sai Liaoer is a real god. Sai Liaoer will stay by my side at all times, for example, if I 'descend' to one of the temples in your Da Zhao Monastery, Sai Liaoer will also stay with me in the temple. In this way, even if a predestined person uses divination to figure out whether there is a god in the temple, the answer will only be yes."

Who made Sai Liaoer the White Reality.

Jiang Luo intends to borrow Sai Liaoer's identity as White Impermanence to create an absolutely realistic setting for himself as a true god, thus fooling the Fated.

Sai Liaoer looked at Jiang Luo admiringly, "Jiang, I'll go wherever you go!"

Grandmaster Cheng De and the abbot master slowly understood, their eyes growing brighter and brighter, their bodies both trembling slightly with excitement. Jiang Luo said leisurely, "The two of you really couldn't have helped in this."

Master Cheng De was beaming, "What kind of help? Just tell me!"

"It's like what I said before, give me a temple to use as the True God's descent, and then use the name of the Da Zhao Temple to help me publicize it in a big way," Jiang Luo showed a bright smile, "You are the representatives of the Buddhist Sect, and everyone knows that monks don't play deceitful, so as long as you say that the Buddhist Sect has descended to the True God, everyone will believe it. As long as the word spreads more and more widely, the predestined people will definitely come over to find out what's going on."

"At that time, there will also be a lot of people coming over to worship me, these are the power of offerings sent up, don't want it for nothing, so there must also be idols and incense burners inside the temple. Two masters, whether or not you can get the predestined people to fall for it afterward will mainly depend on the power of your propaganda."

The two old men laughed bitterly, "You're asking us to lie."

Jiang Luo laughed, "As if you are not working with Ge Wuchen to deceive the world."

These two are not at all the compassionate, sincere and kind that the world thinks of Buddhist children.

On the contrary, Master Cheng De and the Abbot Master have lived for a long time, and on the contrary, they have become more and more dashing. They think that their hearts are clear, and as long as their hearts are clear, why should they care about these empty words?

They were two old monks who were much more open-minded and mellow than the truly puritanical Lian family.

They put in place the idea that they could make any sacrifice, even death, to avenge their masters and brothers, to avenge the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and to protect the future of the Dazhao Monastery and the esoteric world and even ordinary people.

"Just do as you say," Master Cheng De stood up, refreshed and ready to go out, "as long as I can get the predestined person punished, I'm willing to let me die. Wait here, I'll go and pick out a suitable temple for you."

Jiang Luo breezily said, "No need, Master, I've already had someone pick it out."

Master Cheng De: "......"

He looked at Jiang Luo strangely, who looked back innocently.

Master Cheng De finally couldn't help but think, Jiang Luo this kid's skin is so thick ah!