Help! This savior is too stupid!

Jiang Bai, who was carrying out Mission 001, was squandering the incense he had accumulated over the years.

On the back of the Taoist robe of the Heavenly Master, a middle-aged man's face slowly emerged, his expression was obscure and unclear, and he was a little hesitant.

He was not sure about the current state of the Emperor of Disaster, and he was even less clear about what Jiang Bai was going to do.

Logically speaking, what Zhang could not do was part of the Pillar Plan, and the Emperor of Disaster's strong arrival was equivalent to taking over the Pillar's legacy and even erasing the Pillar's imprint.

This involved the most troublesome problem, which was also the problem that many powerful people in the Pure Land carefully avoided in the past 18 years:

The old pillar, the current Emperor of Heaven, who has a stronger voice?

Those who have experienced the fourth mysterious tide will choose the former without hesitation.

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There was no need for anyone to emphasize how strong the pillar was. They had experienced it themselves. In front of them, even the Emperor of Heaven was not as good as the pillar.

As for the newcomers of the fifth mysterious tide, their positions need to be more flexible.

If it is just a choice between the Emperor of Heaven and the Pillar, it may not be that difficult for Zhang Wufa.

The question is, Emperor of Disaster, Chilling Cicada... Which identity did Jiang Bai use to do this?

In the end, Zhang Wufa gritted his teeth. Anyway, there was no way to stop the other party, so he simply took the responsibility. As for whether he could still serve as a general or stay in the Pure Land after taking the responsibility, that was all for the future.

Be a good person to the end and send the Buddha to the west.

Zhang Wufa said, "If Emperor of Disaster needs incense, I know a place where there are still some incense left..."

The vague figure turned a deaf ear and was unmoved.

Zhang Wufa is extremely sensitive to things like incense. Since he said it, he was at least 70% sure, but why didn't Emperor of Disaster react?

Zhang Wufa thought the problem might be the name.

He spoke again, his voice trembling slightly,

"Jiang Bai, there are still incense..."

The figure heard the word "Jiang Bai" and indeed moved, turning his head to look at Zhang Wufa.

When that gaze fell, Zhang Wufa felt the almost suffocating pressure, and soon, the pressure was swept away again, and only two words echoed in Zhang Wufa's ears,

"Bring it."

"I obey!"

Just as Zhang Wufa was about to leave, his steps slowed down again.

These incense are not his own property, and he has no right to use them. Even if he uses them for emergency purposes now, he has to submit an application afterwards.

But the question is, who is the applicant?

The Pillar Chilling Cicada, or the Emperor of Disaster Jiang Bai?

Zhang Wufa suddenly smiled with relief. At this time, he was still thinking about these things.

Others are like mirrors. How to examine others is actually how to examine yourself. When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

So, is Jiang Bai a Chilling Cicada or a Emperor of Disaster?

This question does not actually depend on Jiang Bai himself, but on how others see Jiang Bai.

If Jiang Bai is regarded as Han Chan, then no matter what Jiang Bai does, in the eyes of these people, they will not change their view of Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai has been doing bad things, that is Han Chan's nature exposed.

Jiang Bai has been doing good things, that is Han Chan in disguise!

Since Zhang Wufa wants to help Jiang Bai now, it means that he has actually made a decision.

The recognition of Emperor Zai Tian overwhelmed the pillar Han Chan, which led to these actions. Isn't it redundant to think about this problem now?

Zhang Wufa did bring back a lot of incense, even more than Jiang Bai has accumulated over the years.

After the incense entered the hall, the many statues that were originally demonized absorbed the evil spirit under the nourishment of the incense. Some of them were as lifelike as living people, and some were as unattainable as gods.

The ghosts and gods in the hall are back again.

Zhang Wufa helped Jiang Bai, but he himself didn't understand.

"May I ask the Heavenly Emperor Jiang Bai, what... is this for?"

The vague figure didn't answer, but walked out of the hall, returned to the top of the mountain, and looked up at the sea of ​​stars.

Zhang Wufa imitated the other person's appearance, looked up at the sea of ​​stars, and looked sorely, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

The vague figure sighed and shook his head slightly,

"I can't come back."

After saying that, He disappeared from the spot again.

Only Zhang Wufa was left with a confused face, listening to the incoherent words, confused.

The moment the incense filled the sky and washed away the ghosts and demons in the hall, the ghost ink box on the gate in the heart demon calamity suddenly made a sharp cry.

"Han Chan!"

"This is too much!"

There was only a hysterical roar,

"Our family has done this, and you won't even give us a way to live!"

"You won't even leave us a false hope, right?"

Although they didn't know what happened, everyone present looked at Gui Mo Xia with sympathy.

It was obvious that Han Chan had been a dehumanized person for a long time, and the degree of his anthropomorphism was recognized by everyone.

Due to his turbulent state of mind, Gui Mo Xia fell directly from the gate and hit the ground heavily, splashing countless dust.

Ren Xiaohuo came up to him at the first time, only to see Gui Mo Xia sitting on the ground, his face full of pain and despair.

Ren Xiaohuo comforted him softly, "Mom, it's okay."

"How can it be okay!"

Gui Mo Xia's eyes were already red, with tears flashing in his eyes, and the tears even had light pink blood.

She cried, "He can't come back!"

"He can't come back..."

She cried and repeated this sentence.

On top of the gate, the origami fan, bully sky pen, and dragon-slaying inkstone fell one after another, surrounding the ghost ink box.

Qi Tianbi was the first to speak, "This is the inner demon tribulation. What you sense may not be true. Calm down first..."

"I didn't agree with this approach at the beginning."

The origami fan shook the paper fan and said sarcastic remarks,

"The old man really wants to die. No matter what we do, it's useless. If the old man wants to live, Han Chan can't stop him..."

Zhan Long Yan just squatted down and touched the head of Ghost Ink Box.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Ghost Ink Box screamed again, and the figures of the other three people faded for a while.

"Who do you think you are, you're here to point fingers at my aunt?!"

"My aunt wants him to live. Even if he doesn't want to live, my aunt still wants him to live!"

Ghost Ink Box suddenly felt deflated, burst into tears, his hair disheveled, and said helplessly,

"I know...this road is fake...even if someone else comes back using this method, he won't be able to come back..."

"It's not because the road is wrong, it's because he doesn't want to come back..."

"I don't understand, do I have to complete mission 001?"

In an instant, Ghost Ink Box's voice turned cold, from helpless to resentful and vicious.

"This road is false. It is impossible for Ren Jie to come back, but why, why don't you even want to leave me this false hope? Why do you want to kill even this possibility!"

"Hanchan...you are indeed not dead!"

When he said these words, Ghost Ink Box was already gnashing his teeth with murderous intent.

She knew very well that this road was cut off and the illusory hope was extinguished, all by the same person!

Only Han Chan has this ability and can do this kind of thing at the same time!

Surrounded by everyone, Ghost Ink Box cried and laughed, and even started talking nonsense.

"What a bullshit pure land, what a bullshit pillar, what a bullshit Emperor of Heaven, hahahaha, a lunatic who wants to die, a group of lunatics who pull everyone to die, they are all lunatics! Hahaha... I am also... lunatic... ."

At the end of the story, she couldn't cry or laugh. She was in so much pain that she didn't want to live, but she couldn't live or die.

The origami fan sighed and slowly put the paper fan away in his hand.

He did not look at the ghost ink box, but turned to look at young man Ren, and spoke with a hint of apology,

"Young man, there is something that Dad needs to tell you."

Young man Ren nodded, "Dad, tell me."

Although the child is still an intern, after all these years, he is now able to take charge of his own business. There are some things that... it is time to tell the child.

Origami Fan recalled, "Back then, when your father got married for the first time, the bride was your mother."

This would sound strange to others, but when it comes to Ren Jie, I can't find anything wrong with him.

The origami fan sighed, "That wedding was the most romantic wedding I have ever seen..."

Origami Fan's tone was as if he had personally experienced the wedding, as if he was the protagonist of the wedding.

This description was somewhat ambiguous, but young man Ren didn't think there was anything wrong and stood there listening quietly.

Qi Tianbi sighed,

"It's our fault too, we shouldn't have lied to you for so many years."

They still wanted to say something, but Zhanlong Yan suddenly spoke,

"He had already guessed it."

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone fell into silence at the same time.

They have been lying...whether it's Ren Jie, Ren Xiaoxiao, or themselves.

But looking back, I can see that these clumsy deceptions only deceived myself.

At this moment, their thoughts were simultaneously pulled back to more than a thousand years ago. In that year, Gui Moxi had just given birth to a boy, and named the child boy.

A very sloppy and very spiritual name - Mr. Ren.

In that year, Gui Moxi and Ren Jie divorced.

"Ignore your father."

After learning what they were going to do and trying to stop it to no avail, Gui Moxi angrily divorced Ren Wang and took away their only child to stay away from this turmoil.

She couldn't stop her man from dying, at least she had to keep her child.

"His grandma has legs. Miss, I don't believe it. I can't beat Ren Jie, and you can't beat Ren Jie!"

"How can a father be willing to beat his son?"

"When you grow up, call your dad home. He loves you the most. He will definitely listen to what you say..."

"From now on, we and I will depend on each other!"

"Don't be afraid, Miss, let me operate it and be your father and mother at the same time! I promise to give you a complete family!"

The ghost ink box teased the baby who could not speak yet. The baby was not yet healthy, and she was already overjoyed.

Oh, she wasn't called Ghost Ink Box at that time.

She has a very nice name - Hua Xueyue.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Crazy flowers and snowy moon.