Chapter 213 – New Year’s greetings from the predestined

However, Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu did not pick up on Jiang Luo’s mood, and they came back for a few more laps in the afternoon before leaving in the night.

Lu Youyi Ye Xun had left Jokhang Temple a few days earlier so that the Fates would not find out that it was a trap.

Sai Liaoer came back from the window, “Jiang, they’ve gone, it’s just me and you now.”

Jiang Luo rested his cheeks boredly, “Yeah, it’s just the two of us.”

Sai Liaoer will be working as usual in the evenings, so he’ll be in bed to catch up on his sleep while it’s still early.

Jiang Luo couldn’t sleep, so he went back to tormenting Ge Wuchen, especially when he saw how he dared not speak out.

But not long after, someone applied to add Jiang Luo as a WeChat friend. Before Jiang Luo could agree, his WeChat friend was automatically approved.

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

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

We just met yesterday, okay?

Jiang Luo rolled his eyes, [Teng Bi died trying 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 find the date of Teng Bi’s death.

Jiang Luo gave him a thumbs up emoji.

The evil spirit commanded, [Come out to me].

Jiang Luo refuses and smiles as he drops the villain’s appetite, [You lost to Wen Renlian and the others, remember to give the lottery to them in time. Perhaps the quicker you give it to them, the quicker I can get over it.

At about one in the morning, Hei Wuchang suddenly appeared in the room, holding a wailing stick and a chain of souls, and when he saw Jiang Luo, he gave a slight nod, “Sir Jiang.”

Jiang Luo smiled and took three sticks of incense from the side and lit them for Hei Wuchang, “Brother Black, when you’re done with your work tonight, could you please go and find Wen Renlian and Ge Zhu ? They’ve got the date of Teng Bi’s death.”

Hei Wuchang nodded: “Naturally.”

He finished receiving the incense and handed the hooked chain to Sai Liaoer. Sai Liaoer opened his eyes and yawned, regaining all memory, with wan eyes, waving resignedly to Jiang Luo and following Hei Wuchang, “Jiang, don’t leave me the light, I don’t expect to be back until morning …… “

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

At five o’clock in the morning, Master Cheng De deliberately asked his friends to go and collect the morning dew.

His friends laughed at him for playing fancy at an older age, but Master Cheng De laughed, “When there’s enough dew, I’ll take it and make you some tea, just the pointy tea I’ve hidden in the bookcase!”

Daoist Master Cheng De’s friend, Daoist Master Floating Dust, who always liked to poke fun at Master Cheng De, stroked his beard and immediately said, “What kind of day is it today, the sun has come out of the west? How dare you bring out your precious tea for us to drink?”

Someone actually looked up towards the west, “Let me see if the sun is really coming up from the west …… Wait! What’s that, what’s that?!”

The crowd looked up and to the west.

This morning was heavy with moisture, the sky was a little overcast, and the clouds at the top of the mountain were overlapping and tinged with a greyish haze, so that under normal circumstances they could not even see the top of the mountain. But the crowd watched in amazement as Jin Guang flashed in the clouds, hidden in the mist and fog.

“That’s, that’s-“

The dragon’s head peeks out of the clouds and disappears again. The golden tail of the dragon 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 ecstasy and shock. He knew what Jiang Luo would do, but he had never imagined that seeing it with his own eyes would have such a shocking effect. He shook his finger and said, “There’s a man sitting on the dragon!”

Only then did the reminded crowd realize that there was a figure faintly on the golden dragon, but they were so far from the ground that they could only see the size of a black dot, and Daoist Master Floating Dust’s eyes glared dry and sour, “I can’t believe someone can sit on a dragon …… Isn’t this a god?”

Master Cheng De was instantly grateful to Daoist Master Floating Dust and thought to himself with joy that he would pour you an extra cup of tea later on. With tears in his eyes, he said, “If this is truly divine, it’s worth dying for me, Cheng De, to see this scene at this age!”

When he finished, he made a long bow.

When the others heard this they hurriedly followed suit and worshipped, looking increasingly frenzied as they discussed, “Which old ancestor came down here?”

“Shall we set a table for the golden dragon and the gods?”

“The golden dragon is coming our way! It’s coming!”

The golden dragon came down from the sky with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, smashed like a boulder far away from the crowd in an empty temple at the far end. The crowd was turned into a log when Master Cheng De suddenly drew his legs and ran in that direction, “That’s my new temple at Jokhang 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 gods, quick, let’s go and have a look!”

The crowd, already dumbfounded, rushed after him. Master Cheng De, a big fat man, was able to run ahead at first, but eventually he watched as each of his friends ran past him, rushing forward with the excitement of a dog being let out of its cage.

When the group arrived at the entrance of the temple, Master Cheng De, panting for breath, was pushed to the front of the group and urged, ” Cheng De, this is your place, so it is your turn to ask. Knock on the door and let’s see what’s going on inside!”

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, which instantly and rapidly eroded from the temple to its surroundings like sea water.

Someone who knew the fatalist murmured, “This feels so much like the fatalist ……”

Master Cheng De fell to his knees with weak legs and tears streaming down his face, “I didn’t think a god would really come to Jokhang Temple, go and ask the abbot!

The abbot soon arrived and he and Master Cheng De excitedly helped each other into the temple and quickly came out again. The two men then knelt before the temple and hugged and cried, and their words confirmed the crowd’s suspicions that a true god had indeed come.

The crowd erupted.

On the same day, the news of the Jokhang Temple’s arrival to the Wild Gods spread as fast as a prairie on fire. From the next day onwards, a large number of people went to Jokhang Temple to worship the true god.

However, the true God does not see many people and does not like to be disturbed. But even if they don’t see the true God, there is still a steady stream of worshippers who are content to have the privilege of worshipping him.

……

North, Ice Caves.

The Fate opened his eyes slowly and looked to the god who reported the news, “You say that a true god has come to Jokhang Temple?”

The Jokhang Temple was the starting point for the idea of becoming a god, and the Jokhang Temple has always been monitored by the Jokhang people.

The god of style said, “More than one person has seen the true god descend on a golden dragon in the Jokhang Temple.”

The predestined man closed his eyes again.

Frost fell in thin layers of snow on his eyelashes.

Every now and then drops of water drip from the corners of the ice caves and fall into the standing water on the ground, just as the heart of the fatalist has rippled.

The predestined person wants to become a god beyond measure.

For two hundred years, he has used countless methods, yet he is always one step away from becoming a god, and there is a heavenly barrier in front of the predestined man, so that the predestined man is always unable to cross it.

As long as it has something to do with God, even the most dangerous places will be explored by the Destined. This trip to Jokhang Temple was a sure thing.

Just ……

The Fatalist sighed softly.

Ever since Jiang Luo sucked half of the power of the offering away, the Fatal Man has not appeared in front of people in his true form.

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

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

The Fatalist smiled inexplicably at the thought. He stood up, “Let’s go and see, then.”

*

It didn’t take long for the Fates to arrive at Jokhang Temple.

But instead of entering Jokhang Temple, he took the god of style to a nearby hill and looked down on the temples inside Jokhang Temple from above.

Having not been back to Jokhang Temple for a long time, the Custodian was relieved that “Jokhang Temple has changed for the better since I left, it’s a completely different place.”

The god of style pointed to the temple on the north and south side, “It is that temple where the golden dragon and the true god descend.”

The predestined man nodded his head and held out his fingers to pinch up.

If the other person is a god, divining what is associated with the god will only backfire on oneself. The predestined person divines more ambiguous questions out of caution.

Whether there is a god in the temple.

This divination took several times as long as the predestined man’s usual divination, and after an hour, the predestined man’s fingers stopped and his eyes lit up with a frenzied fire.

The answer is yes.

Jokhang Temple has actually descended to the true God!

The predestined man, his eyes burning at the temple, immediately turned and descended the hill.

As he walked briskly towards Jokhang Temple, the abbot and Master Cheng De were already waiting at the door. They weren’t surprised to see the Custodian, but respectfully, distantly and politely said, “Custodian, what brings you here?”

Thinking that it was the True God who had divined his whereabouts, the Fated One smiled gently, “I have heard that Jokhang Temple has descended upon the True God, so of course I have come to pay my respects.”

Master Cheng De laughed bitterly, “This god has not seen a single person since he descended into our temple. I am afraid it is not 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,” said the predestined man, unconcerned, “I was ready for it.”

As the abbot himself led him towards the temple, Master Cheng De explained how Jokhang Temple had changed over the decades. As he passed the Tibetan Buddhist Temple, burnt to the ground, he paused and glanced sideways before continuing on his way.

Master Cheng De followed: “The Tibetan Buddhist Temple has not been rebuilt because the scriptures are not enough to support a Tibetan Buddhist Temple, and because keeping the ruins here is a constant reminder of what Ge Wuchen’s sinful disciple has done. “

He grunted coldly and said hatefully, “If I could go back to that time again, I’d rather kill him than let him set fire to Tibetan Buddhist Temple and his masters and uncles!”

The abbot said solemnly, ” Cheng De!”

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

It did not take long for them to walk up to the temple where the true God had descended. Master Cheng De smiled and said, “Knowing that you were coming, I had long since dispersed the incense-bearers who had come to worship. If you can really meet the true God, you must tell us what the difference is between the gods and us ordinary people!”

The predestined man looked fixedly at the temple and smiled, “Naturally.”

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

The House.

Sai Liaoer was so nervous that he kept his mouth tightly shut and followed Jiang Luo as he watched the screen of his mobile phone.

Jiang Luo keeps his ears open for the action outside, the corners of his mouth hooked up as he chats with Sai Liaoer by way of typing.

[This is a good angle, with four cameras from the southeast and northwest capturing him tightly].

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

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

Jiang Luo said: [He could be your ancestor].

The host took three incense sticks and lit them, worshipped them in a flowing manner, and inserted them into the censer.

Only after doing so did he look towards the closed wooden door with a smile and ask, “What is your lordship’s name?”

Jiang Luo does not squeak.

The Predestined knew that gods were different from mortals, and even though he was a false god, he was only slightly better than a mortal in the eyes of a true god. He hadn’t taken such a posture as a junior in a long time, but when faced with the opportunity to become a god, he would step into it without batting an eye, not to mention being respectful, even if there was a mountain of fire in front of him.

He remained in the position of bending over to worship the gods, and this worship lasted until nightfall, when he came to Hei Wuchang.

The light in his eyes increased as the predestined man saw Hei Wuchang enter the house, and he became even more certain that it was a true god in name only.

The chance to receive guidance from the true gods, the predestined would not let go of it in any case.

After a while, a cold voice that seemed real came from inside the house, “I’m going to rest.”

The Fatalist said, “Then I will come back tomorrow to ask for advice.”

The voice in the room said faintly, “Come back when you understand how to worship the gods.”

The host retreated as he was told, his brow furrowed slightly.

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

The god of style was uncertain, “Kneel down and offer you incense ……”

The predestined man was thoughtful.

At eight o’clock the next morning, the door to Jiang Luo’s temple was opened, and the host stepped in on time, asking the gods to close the door and keep watch outside, while he walked up to Jiang Luo’s closed door.

Jiang Luo stares straight at the screen, giddy with desire to know what the Fatalists will do.

Sai Liaoer had been working all night and was too sleepy to keep his eyes open, but he used his hands to keep his eyelids open and followed Jiang Luo’s excitement on the screen in order to watch the show.

Surrounded by four invisible cameras, the predestined man dropped dryly and quite frankly to his knees.

The moment his knee hit the ground, Jiang Luo quickly took a picture of it and sent it to the class, with a message to Chi You.

The picture shows the fatalist on his knees with the words “The fatalist pays his respects.jpg”.