This Damned Thirst for Survival

Relying on a screenshot, Jiang Luo deceived several big red envelopes.

The group laughed crazy, and spoofed this picture with different words into emoticons with different meanings. Jiang Luoxiao watched them make a fuss, then went back to WeChat and asked Chi You: [Cool? 】

Chi You's response was several red envelopes representing silent ridicule.

Jiang Luo didn't reject those who came, and accepted them all, [These money is real money, right? 】

[Dear classmate Jiang, I have a lot of money besides Mingbi,] Chi You said slowly, [enough to take you to any place in the world to enjoy life. 】

Jiang Luo understood the man's suggestion, [Do you want to travel with me? 】

The evil spirit said: [I just want to spend half a month with you again. 】

Chi You was very dissatisfied with the weak and dragged image he left on Jiang Luo when he fled in Dawu Mountain. He wanted to replace the previous embarrassment with a strong and perfect appearance.

But Chi You never told anyone. When he opened his eyes and found that he was still alive, when he saw Jiang Luo beside him wearily protecting him, he had a strange emotion like never before. This emotion is subtle and bizarre, which seems to be contentment, and it also seems to be a sense of security.

Chi You never expected that he could open his eyes again after losing consciousness. He didn't expect Jiang Luo to give up on him even if he became a drag.

For him, this is a completely unfamiliar experience.

travel?

Jiang Luo was embarrassed. He turned his head to look at Seror, who was still watching the screen with relish, and typed and asked: [Serel, is there any place in your country suitable for tourism? 】

Seyol didn't feel sleepy when he talked about this. He enthusiastically introduced Jiang Luo to the famous tourist attractions in his country, and warmly invited him: [Jiang, our country will be a carnival soon, are you going to play it? 】

Jiang Luo carefully touched his chin and said: [I will consider it. 】

The fateful man who was deliberately ignored knelt for three days. His attitude was extremely respectful and pious. He arrived on time every morning, left before the temple was closed, and did not rest for a whole day. When he knelt for twelve hours. . However, although the Fate Man worships Jiang Luo in a low profile, he does not appear humble and pitiful. On the contrary, the Fate Man is generous, neither humble nor overbearing. Who would think that a person who sincerely worships God is flattering to please? Others will only see his sincerity.

At the end of the worship service on the third day, the fatalist stood up from the ground with a smile, "It's already late today, and the younger generation will come to disturb you tomorrow."

Just as he was about to leave, the true **** who had been silent and watched him kneel down for three days finally said: "Why did you come?"

The true God's tone was light, and he was still a little bit puzzled. However, the doubts were very thin, as if they were innocent inquiries when they saw an ant go retrograde.

There was a flash in the eyes of the fatalist, and he respectfully worshipped his body, "Junior would like to ask you a few words."

The true **** asked: "What can I teach you?"

Fate and humanity: "Teach juniors how to become gods."

This time, the true **** was silent for a long time.

Such silence is silent, but it seems to be ridiculing the destiny everywhere. The fatalist lowered his eyes and waited quietly for the words of the true God.

After a long period of silence, the true **** said directly: "You can't become a god."

The fatalist smiled softly, his expression disappearing, "Why?"

"How can a mortal become a god?" True God said.

The word "mortal" made the smile of the fatal man fade. The fateful man almost wanted to become a god. His two hundred years of hardship was to get rid of the category of "mortal". These two words are the fatal man. The most disliked word is almost poking the flesh and blood of the destiny with a knife.

He asked, "Why can't mortals become gods? There are only a lot of legends about people becoming gods, immortals, and Buddhas since ancient times. Why can't I?"

The Fate Man bowed again, "Please also seniors to point me to one or two."

The true **** asked in a puzzled way: "Why do you want to become a god? For the sake of immortal officials' salary, or for immortality, the world and the earth?"

The expression of the fatalist became distant. He looked at the top of Xieshan Temple of the Jokhang Temple, and the sunset had darkened, covering a world. He seemed to see himself who had found a way to become a **** for the first time in the Buddhist scripture pavilion of the Jokhang Temple, "I became a god, not for this."

"Since I have a memory, I have been thinking about one thing," the fatalist simply sat anywhere, separated by a door panel, and discussed with the true **** in the house, "I have been thinking about whether there is a **** in this world."

"We worship the gods, enshrine the gods, pray for the gods, and use the power of the gods to suppress evil ghosts. It stands to reason that there are ghosts and gods, but who has seen the true **** come?"

"Buddhist Shakyamuni cut meat and fed eagles, and he became a Buddha. The patriarch of Taoism, Zhang Tianshi, was also cultivated by man to become a god. The old Tianshi reaped the six heavenly ghost kings from Qingcheng Mountain, and he began to divide the human and the ghost. Soaring. The Buddhism and Taoism enshrined them, using the power of Buddha and Patriarch to lower demons, eliminate demons, and eliminate karma, but has anyone really seen these two? And do these two really exist?"

The fatalist seems to have forgotten that there is a true **** around him, and slowly said: "I became a god, not for immortality, nor for heavenly spells. I am just curious, there are always people who want to do something for curiosity. No. Before I do this, who can prove that they exist or not? When I was young, I never thought that someone would land on the moon in a few hundred years. Just like other people looking at me, they also think that becoming a **** is just my vision, which is impossible to achieve. Thing."

He suddenly smiled, his eyes reminiscing, "I have lived for two hundred years. When I went out to find the traces of gods and Buddhas, I saw many wars and national disasters, including the most difficult years. I saw many people lost in exile. So, they died by fate. Someone’s children are going to starve to death, and they become skin and bones from starvation, but they still have food left to worship gods and Buddhas. They pin their hopes in Taoist temples, praying for gods to worship Buddha, and wanting gods. The Buddha relieved their suffering, but I did not see that the gods and Buddhas really responded to their believers."

"Those who are dying will ask God to worship Buddha, and those who live a long life will also ask God to worship Buddha; people with serious sins want to wash away their sins, and people of justice also want gods and Buddhas to punish those with butcher swords."

"I'm different from them. I ask God to worship Buddha not for longevity, nor for wishing. I just want to try if I can respond to my believers if I become a god," the fatalist said lightly, "I'm just I want to see what it looks like after becoming a god. As long as I become a god, even if I die after becoming a god, I am willing."

He said it lightly, but at the same time composure. A fatalist seeks the way, not for profit, not to escape life and death. He has no desires, so he looks down on all kinds of sentient beings who pray to God and worship Buddha for their own desires.

Even if the person who says he "cannot become a god" is a true god, a fatalist does not believe in the words of the true god.

Jiang Luo was silent for a long time, and had to say that the fatalist had his own theory, and his theory was extremely persuasive. Even Seryol couldn't help but look thoughtful, and felt that what he said made sense.

The Fate Man has lived for two hundred years. He has seen everything and already has his own set of logic. Jiang Luo was not biased by him, but deeply felt the destiny's paranoia towards becoming a god.

The more paranoid, the smoother his plan will go.

After a while, the true **** said indifferently: "Anything that looks like something is vain."

This is saying that the destiny is taking shape.

"Heart Sutra" says that "all dharmas are empty." The essence of form is emptiness, but one cannot be attached to the essence of emptiness. He paranoidly believes that form is emptiness. This kind of thinking has form itself.

The fatalist knows the meaning of this sentence, but it means that he is too obsessed with becoming a god, on the contrary, he cannot become a god. The fatalist humbly said: "Please also seniors for advice."

"You said that there are many legends of people becoming gods, immortals, and Buddhas. There are indeed many. From the small Chang'e to the moon, to the big Buddha, to the Buddha." The true god's voice is far away, as if it came from a long distance. Confucius was revered as a saint and became a **** after death. Qu Yuan Wu Zixu did not The same is true outside. Since ancient times, the three emperors and five emperors can also become gods when they die. Even the Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism especially believe in Guan Erye was also made a **** after his death, and became the "Three Realms Fumo Great Emperor". Guan Erye was also transformed from a human. The most successful of God."

"Exactly," the fatalist continued with a smile, "The myth says that'the wise and upright is a god', and most of the small gods such as the God of the City God Temple in the world, such as the land gods, are mostly appointed by the local government after death. . Seniors look at me, isn’t it enough to become a god?"

Since the fatal man was determined to become a god, he has never killed a person. He has a virtuous name and savvy. When he was brought into the Jokhang Temple by the abbot of the Jokhang Temple, the abbot said that the destined man has a Buddha's heart.

The heart is like a rock and a bright platform, neither happy with things nor sad with oneself.

No matter how you look at it, it's a good material to become a god.

But Jiang Luo really didn't believe that he could become a god. People like the Fate Man who secretly harmed others, who had been in the stage of a false **** for so many years, predicted that they would be killed by Chi You. If he can become a god, Jiang Luo will have his surname.

Jiang Luo was confident that he planned to start making random things. Although he hadn't read many Buddhist scriptures, no one could beat Jiang Luo on this nonsense.

He said: "You used to be a Buddhist disciple. You should know what the word ‘Buddha’ is. ‘Buddha’ means ‘human evangelism’, which means that people don’t want it, that is, to transcend the world and throw away oneself."

The fatalist was taken aback for a moment, frowning slightly.

"The Sakyamuni you said was becoming a Buddha after death. The ancestors you mentioned ascended after eclosion, not to mention the other gods I told you about. Which of them is not a **** after death?" Jiang He said, "These gods and Buddhas have transcended themselves, separated from worldly concepts, and have the righteousness of conceiving the world and willingly sacrifice for others. I said how mortals can become gods because you have a mortal heart. Sakyamuni went from practice to Enlighten the Dao and cultivate for twelve years. You have never become a **** or a **** or a Buddha in 200 years. Don't you really know where you are wrong?"

The Fate Man's face changed slightly.

"Eliminate the delusion of greed, hatred and delusion, and pay off the karma you owe to the injured person. You are obsessed with a false name, but you violate the original meaning of becoming a god. Use your false name to make up for your fault, and then pursue your way."

The fatalist remained silent for a long time, "Are you trying to make me confess my fault to everyone?"

The true **** in the temple did not answer him.

The fatalist continued to ask: "You asked me to admit the truth of my prophecy?"

The true God still doesn't answer.

In the incense burner in front of the Fateman, the incense of gas suddenly broke with a "patter", as if to tell the Fateman the answer.

The fatalist looked at Changxiang, with a rare hesitation on his face.

"Senior, this..."

The fate has never heard that a person with a bad reputation can become a god.

The true **** interrupted his words, as if being angered by the questioning of a fatal man, his voice became very cold, "It is your business to become a god, and it is also your business to believe it or not. You go, I'm going to rest."

The destiny stopped abruptly and silently withdrew from the temple.

After Jiang Luo waited for him to leave, he stretched his waist and began to pack his luggage.

Seyol curiously said: "Jiang, what are you doing?"

"Travel," Jiang Luo shrugged, "I went out to play for half a month. This trick is called retreat. When I leave, the one who is anxious is the fate."

Seriole nodded without understanding, and curiously said, "Then where are you going to play?"

"Your country," Jiang Luo tucked a pair of underwear into his backpack, and the corners of his mouth raised, "I still want to go surfing and sailing on the beach, and I want to see gypsy girls' belly dancing. I don’t care, I’ve long wanted to go out. After playing, I have money and time. I can go wherever I want. After half a month of surfing, I will come back to bring you souvenirs."