Chapter 213: Fatalists wish you a happy new year!

However, Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu didn't pick up on Jiang Luo's mood, they came back in the afternoon for a few more rounds, and then reluctantly left in the night.

Lu Youyi Ye Xun had already left the Da Zhao Monastery one after another a few days before in order not to let the predestined people realize that it was a game.

Sai Liaoer came back from the window, "Jiang, they're gone, it's just me and you now."

Jiang Luo boredly rested his cheeks, "Yeah, it's just the two of us."

Sai Liaoer still works in the evenings these days, and while it's still early, he quickly takes to his bed to catch up on his sleep.

Jiang Luo couldn't sleep, he went to torment Ge Wuchen again, watching Ge Wuchen dare not say anything was especially gratifying.

But not a moment later, someone applied to add Jiang Luo WeChat friends. Jiang Luo has not yet agreed, WeChat friends have automatically passed.

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, grunted and laughed, already knowing who the other party was.

Sure enough, the other party sent a message: [Teng Bi's date of death is given to you, you come out and meet me tonight].

We just met yesterday, okay?

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes, [Teng Bi died to save me, if you knew the date of his death, why didn't you take it out in advance].

The other person said, [I just found it too.]

It turns out that he went out not only to devour ghosts to recover his ghostly energy, but also to look for the date of Teng Bi's death.

Jiang Luo gave him a thumbs-up emoji.

The evil spirit commanded, [Come out and meet me.]

Jiang Luo refused, and smirked as he dropped the evil spirit's appetite, [You lost to Wenren Lian and the others, remember to give the winnings to them in time. Maybe the faster you give it to them, the faster I'll be able to get over it.

At around one in the morning, Hei Wuchang suddenly appeared in the room, holding a wailing rod and soul chain, and when he saw Jiang Luo, he nodded slightly, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Luo smiled and took three sticks of incense from the side and lit them for Hei Wuchang, "Hei, when you finish your work tonight, can I trouble you to go find Wen Ren Lian and Ge Zhu?They've got Teng Bi's date of death."

Hei Wuchang nodded, "Naturally."

He finished receiving the incense and handed the Soul Hook Chain to Sai Liaoer. Sai Liaoer opened his eyes and yawned, regaining all his memories, his eyes wan and resigned, waving his hand to Jiang Luo as he followed Hei Wuchang, "Jiang, don't leave a light on for me... I don't expect to be back until morning... ..."

Sai Liaoer was right, he did not return until dawn. Jiang Luo stayed up all night and waited until the appointed time, when he quietly went up the mountain through the back door.

At five o'clock in the morning, Master Cheng De intentionally called his friends to go and collect morning dew.

His friends laughed at him for getting fancy in his old age instead, Master Cheng De laughed loudly, "When the dew is enough, take it and make tea for you, just the spiky tea I hid in the bookcase!"

Ever fond of poking fun at Grandmaster Cheng De's good friend Daoist Floating Dust stroked his beard and immediately picked up, "What kind of day is it today, the sun has come out of the west? You guys are even willing to take out your precious tea and brew it for us to drink?"

Someone else actually looked up towards the west, "Let me see if the sun really did come up in the west ...... Wait a minute! What, what is that?!"

The crowd looked up to the west.

This morning the water vapor was heavy, the sky was a bit gloomy, and the clouds at the top of the mountain were overlapping, tinted with a layer of gray color, under normal circumstances, they could not even see the top of the mountain. But the crowd watched dumbfounded as a golden light flickered in the clouds, hidden in the clouds and mist that appeared and disappeared.

"That's, that's--"

The dragon's head poked out of the clouds and disappeared again. The golden dragon's tail swayed gently and swam sinuously. Someone screamed in alarm, "That's a dragon!"

Master Cheng De's face was equally pale, and his eyes were filled with ecstatic shock. He knew what Jiang Luo would do, but he never thought that seeing it with his own eyes would have such a shocking effect. He shook his fingers and said, "There are people sitting on the dragon!"

It was only after being reminded that the crowd realized that there was a figure vaguely on the golden dragon, but they were too far away from the ground and could only see the size of a black dot, and the Floating Dust Taoist Leader's eyes glared with dryness and sourness, "It is amazing that someone can sit on a dragon ...... Isn't this a fairy?"

Grandmaster Cheng De was instantly grateful to Daoist Floating Dust, stealing joyfully thinking that he would pour you an extra cup of tea later. He said with tears in his eyes, "If it is really a fairy, I Cheng De grew to this age to see this scene, it is really worth dying!"

When he finished, he made a long bow.

When the others heard this they hurriedly followed suit and worshipped, looking increasingly frenzied, discussing in a chorus of voices, "Which old ancestor has come down?"

"Shall we set up a table for offerings to the Golden Dragon and the Gods?"

"The golden dragon is coming our way! It's coming!"

The golden dragon rushed down from the sky with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, it smashed like a boulder far away from an empty temple at the farthest distance from the crowd. The crowd was stunned into a log, Master Cheng De suddenly drew his legs and ran in that direction, "That's a newly built temple in my Da Zhao Temple, I haven't had time to invite the Bodhisattva statue in yet, and now the golden dragon has descended on the temple with the deities, quick, let's go and take a look!"

When the crowd, who had already been dumbfounded, heard this, they hurriedly ran over after him as well. Cheng De master is a big fat man, he was able to run in the forefront at first, and finally watched as one by one his close friends ran past him, rushing forward with the same excitement as the dogs let out of their cages, and even the floating dust Taoist master, who is over sixty years old, had his legs moving so fast that he soon left him behind.

The group of people ran to the entrance of the temple in a hurry, and as Master Cheng De panted and chased after them, he was pushed to the front by the crowd, urging, "Cheng De, this is your place, so it's up to you to ask. Knock on the door and let's see what's going on inside now!"

Master Cheng De was just about to speak when an invisible force came from inside the temple.

This power was extremely thick and powerful, with a few moments of generous and gracious divinity, like seawater instantly eroding rapidly from the temple to the surroundings.

Someone who knows a predestined person murmured, "This feels so much like a predestined person ......"

Cheng De Master's legs went limp and he directly knelt on the ground, tears and snot flowing, "I didn't think that there really is a god descending on my Da Zhao Temple, quick, quickly go and ask the abbot!"

The Abbot Master soon arrived, and excitedly he and Master Cheng De helped each other into the temple, and soon came out again, and the two knelt down right in front of the temple and hugged and wept, and the words affirmed the conjecture of the people that there was indeed a true God who had come down.

The crowd clamored.

On that day, the news of the descent of the Wild God to the Dazhao Temple spread as quickly as the fire burning the grassland. From the second day onwards, a large number of people went up to the Da Zhao Temple to worship the true God.

However, the True God didn't see many people and didn't like to be disturbed. But even if they couldn't see the True God, there was still a steady stream of worshippers, who were satisfied to have the honor of worshipping the True God.

......

North, Ice Cave.

The Fated One slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Style God who had reported the news, "You say that a true god has descended from the Da Zhao Temple?"

The Dazhao Temple is the starting point for the predestined person to have the idea of becoming a god, and the predestined person has always sent people to monitor the Dazhao Temple.

The Style God said, "More than one person has witnessed the True God descending into the Dazhao Monastery on the back of a golden dragon."

The Nemesis closed his eyes again.

Frost fell in a thin layer of snowy color on his eyelashes.

Every now and then droplets of water dripped from the corners of the ice cavern and crashed into the standing water on the ground, as the heart of the Fated Man had rippled.

The Nemesis wanted to become a god beyond measure.

Over the past two hundred years, he had used countless methods, yet the distance to becoming a god was always one foot short of the door, and there was a heavenly rift like a hurdle blocking in front of the predestined man, so that the predestined man was always unable to cross it.

As long as it was related to God, even if it was a dangerous place, the predestined man would go to explore it. This trip to the Da Zhao Temple, he was bound to go.

Just ......

The Fates sighed softly.

Ever since Jiang Luo had sucked away half of the power of his offerings, the Fated Man had not appeared in front of people in his true form.

This trip out was destined to be full of crises, not only because the Predator had gotten weaker, but also because someone would definitely set up a heavy crisis to kill him.

Chi You is no longer a threat to the Fates. But Jiang Luo is not dead. Not only is he not dead, Jiang Luo has become the living dead.

The Fated One smiled inexplicably at the thought. He stood up, "Let's go see then."

*

It didn't take the Fated Man long to get to the Da Zhao Temple.

However, he did not go inside the Da Zhao Temple, but took the Style God to a nearby hill, looking down at the various temples within the Da Zhao Temple.

Has not returned to the Da Zhao Temple for a long time, the predestined person is quite pleased, "Changes in the sea, the Da Zhao Temple has become better and better after I left, a completely different look."

The style god pointed to the temple on the north and south side, "That's the temple where the golden dragon and the true god descended."

The Predator nodded and stretched out his fingers to pinch.

If the other person is a god, divining something related to the god will only backfire on itself. Nemesis divines more ambiguous issues out of an abundance of caution.

Whether there is a god in the temple.

This divination took several times as long as the predator's usual divinations, and after an hour, the predator's fingers stopped, and wild fire snapped into his eyes.

The answer is yes.

It is surprising that the true God has actually descended from the Da Zhao Temple!

The Fates looked at the temple with burning eyes and immediately turned to go down the hill.

As he walked quickly towards the Da Zhao Temple, the Abbot Master and Master Cheng De were already waiting at the entrance. They were not surprised to see the Fateful One, but said respectfully, distantly and politely, "Fateful One, what brings you here?"

Thinking that the True God had divined his whereabouts, the predestined man smiled gently, "I have heard that the True God has descended upon the Da Zhao Temple, so of course I have come to pay my respects to the True God."

Master Cheng De smiled bitterly, "This god has not seen a single person since he descended into our temple. I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to see him."

"If it were really that easy to meet God, I wouldn't have had to search for years in the past," the predestined man was unconcerned, "I'm ready."

The Abbot Master himself led him toward the temple, and Master Cheng De described to the Fatalist the changes that had taken place at the Da Zhao Monastery over the decades. As he passes by the ruined Tibetan scripture pavilion on his way, the Fatebearer pauses in his steps and gives a sideways glance before continuing on his way.

Master Cheng De followed, "The Tibetan scriptures have not yet been rebuilt, both because the scriptures are not enough to hold up a Tibetan scriptures pavilion, and because leaving this pile of rubble will remind us at all times of what that sinful disciple of Ge Wuchen has done."

He coldly grunted and said hatefully, "If I could go back to that time again, I'd rather kill him than let him burn down the Tibetan scripture pavilion and his masters and uncles with a single fire!"

The Abbot Master said solemnly, "Cheng De!"

Master Cheng De sighed and waved his hand to say no more.

It didn't take long for them to walk to the temple where the True God had descended. Master Cheng De smiled and said, "Knowing that you are coming, I have long since dispersed the incenses that came to worship. If you can really see the True God, you must tell us what the difference is between the immortals and us ordinary people!"

The Fated One looked steadily at the temple and smiled, "Naturally."

Master Cheng De closes the door of the temple as soon as the predestined person walks in, leaving the predestined person a separate space.

House.

Sai Liaoer was so nervous that he kept his mouth shut and looked at the cell phone screen along with Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo listens to the action outside with perked ears, the corners of his mouth hooked up as he talks to Sai Liaoer in typed messages.

[This is a good angle, with four cameras in the southeast, northwest and north-west filming him.]

The state-of-the-art invisible camera given by the state, with a clear picture, large transmission range, fast speed and extra stable signal.

Sai Liaoer snickers, [Jiang, is he really over two hundred years old? Looks so young.]

Jiang Luo said: [He can even be your ancestor.]

The predestined man took three sticks of incense and lit them, worshipped them in a flowing manner, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Only after doing so did he look at the closed wooden door with a smile and asked, "What is your honor's name?"

Jiang Luo did not squeak.

The predestined man knew that gods were different from mortals, even if he was a pseudo-god, he was only slightly better than a mortal in the eyes of a true god. The predestined man's attitude was humble, he hadn't made this kind of gesture as a junior for a long time, but when faced with the opportunity to become a god, not to mention the attitude of being respectful, even if there was a mountain of daggers and a sea of fire in front of him, the predestined man would still step in without blinking an eye.

He kept the posture of bending down to worship God, this worship, enough to worship until dark, worship Hei Wuchang to come.

The Fated Man saw Hei Wuchang walk into the house with his own eyes, and the light in his eyes grew even brighter as he became even more certain that what was in the house was a true god in name only.

The opportunity to be instructed by a True God, the Predestined would not let go of no matter what.

After a while, a cold voice that seemed real came from the house, "I'm going to rest."

The Predestined Man said, "Then the latecomer will come back tomorrow to ask for advice."

The voice in the room said faintly, "Come back when you understand how to worship God."

The Predator retreated as he was told, his brow furrowing slightly.

Master Cheng De had already prepared a meditation room for him to rest in, and the predestined man returned to the room and asked the god of the style beside him, "How did you worship me?"

The style god is unsure, "Kneel down and offer you incense ......"

The Fated Man was thoughtful.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the door to Jiang Luo's temple was opened, and the Fated One stepped in right on time, asking the god to close the door and guard the outside, while he himself went to the door of Jiang Luo's closed room.

Jiang Luo stared straight at the screen, dumbfounded to know what the Fates would do.

Sai Liaoer had worked all night and was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but in order to watch the movie, he held his eyelids open with his hands and looked at the screen with Jiang Luo's excitement.

Surrounded by four invisible cameras, the Predator dryly and rather matter-of-factly dropped to his knees.

The moment his knee hit the ground, Jiang Luo quickly snapped a picture, sent it to the class group, and then sent it to Chi You with the accompanying text.

The picture is a scene of the Predator on his knees, with the caption "The Predator pays his respects.jpg".