Striving for Science

Seeing that Uncle Zhang suddenly found a bottle that he didn't know what was in, he poured it on his eyelids and poured it on his finger. Shen Changan was startled: "Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Amitabha, Zhang Daoyou, you're not feeling well." Yan Yin came out from behind Zhang and folded his hands towards Shen Changan: "It's not a few days, Shen Shizhu is more handsome."

"Don't you guys who practice Buddhism pay attention to the purity of six roots?" Uncle Zhang sneered. "How come you don't pay attention when touting people?"

"Zhang Daoyou misunderstood, what the clumsy monk said was true, and there was no implied meaning." Yan Yinchao Shen Changan kindly and smiled, "Shen Shizhu is full of aura, making people see it like a spring breeze, like a spiritual boy in front of me. ... "

"Oh." Uncle Zhang sneered, reaching out to draw Yan Yin behind him, and said to Shen Changan: "You have a soul body on your feet that doesn't want to be reborn after death, but don't be afraid, his soul is not ugly, I Let you take a look. "

"Wait." Shen Changan raised his feet and lifted the otaku hanging on his feet. "You mean this?"

The smile on Uncle Zhang's face froze, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Gu angrily: "Are you opening his eyes?"

As soon as Zhang Gu looked angry, he quickly shook his head and said, "Not me, not me, can he see it by himself?"

"Impossible!" Uncle Zhang couldn't help but say, "Shen Changan is a virtuous body of the tenth generation, and he doesn't look at ghosts and physiques in his adulthood. Unless they cultivate an entity, otherwise they will be like air in front of Shen Changan. How could he look at it? See? "

"But ..." Zhang Gu whispered, "He just saw it casually."

The expressions of Yan Yin and Uncle Zhang became serious at the same time. Master Zhang put away the tears of the bull and looked at Shen Changan and Zhang Gu: "The two of you come in first."

"Master, can I roll in by the way?" The otaku hugged Shen Changan's thigh and shivered.

Master Zhang frowned and looked at Zhang Gu: "What's going on?"

Zhang Gu reiterated the matter and specifically emphasized that the otaku is not only harmless, but also helps the living people to do product network marketing.

"When the ghost is still doing things for the living, how unimaginable is it?" Uncle Zhang whispered and let the otaku ghost enter the door.

The otaku ghost rolled to the ground and continued to hug Shen Changan's thigh. Although the golden light on this big man was so bright that he pierced blind eyes, as long as the big man didn't want to destroy him, he held the big man's ankle, and he felt that his soul had become more solid.

"Something to sit down and say." Uncle Zhang asked Master Yan Yin to make tea, and then said to Shen Changan, "I will talk about this ghost thing later, I want to talk about your physical problems."

"My physique ... it's still pretty good." Facing Uncle Zhang's serious expression, Shen Changan couldn't help but also followed the seriousness.

"When have you been able to see ghosts?"

"I don't know." Shen Changan shook his head. "Unless carefully recognized, I can't see the difference between ghosts and people. I don't know if I have seen ghosts before."

"But it stands to reason that when you are an adult, you can't see ghosts." Uncle Zhang shook his head. "There must be something wrong."

"Very serious problem?"

"I don't know." Uncle Zhang shook his head after a long silence, and his expression was solemn. "There is no such thing as you in the records of the tenth merits and deeds. But the golden glory of your merits and the ability to deter ghosts are similar to those of the tenth. The merits are exactly the same. I really ca n’t think of any special people who will have the same physique as the 10th merits. "

The otaku can't help saying: "Will it be the reincarnation of the Buddha, the reincarnation of the fairy?"

"This ... dead soul is right." Yan Yin came out carrying the tea and fruit. "Maybe Lord Shen is a reincarnated Buddha?"

"Don't foolish juniors, if he is really a reincarnated Buddha, he will be interested in Buddhism from an early age, and he can't bear to hurt any souls." Uncle Zhang intends to strictly sternly play, "It is not a reincarnated Buddha, nor a reincarnated fairy. . "

"Why can't it be the reincarnation of immortals?" Zhang Gu is puzzled. In some ancient books, there have been stories about reincarnation of immortals, and finally the story of becoming immortals again. Why can't Shen Changan be one of them?

"It has been recorded in ancient books that people are often asked to remove evil spirits, but in the past 100 years, no one in our entire metaphysical world has been able to invite God to succeed." Uncle Zhang sighed, "Perhaps God has already fallen, even if they still exist, I wo n’t be involved in human affairs anymore. How can I be reincarnated as a human being?

Uncle Zhang and Master Yin Yin stared at him with exploration eyes. Shen Changan felt that he was sitting with some back pain. He raised his wrist and looked at the time: "Should we solve the ghost thing first?"

Although he was a meritorious body for several lifetimes, anyway, he has been here for more than two decades, so he is not in a hurry. Solve this ghost thing early, so he hurried back to lunch with Dao Nian.

Uncle Zhang sighed, he looked down at the otaku ghost: "Tell me your name and birth date, and tell me where you were born."

Seeing that the master did not mean to exterminate ghosts, the otaku ghost reported his name and birth date without hesitation: "The day my mother gave birth to me, there was heavy snow falling outside." Mentioning his birth experience, the otaku ghost was a little proud , "In our place, winter is generally sleet, but the snow in that year is particularly heavy, and it is rare to see it in 20 years. My family feels that I must be extraordinary when I grow up ..."

As a result, after his parents passed away, he left a few suites for him. Every day he lived as an otaku who rents, plays games, and writes novels.

Fortunately, the second elder passed away early, without having to witness the extraordinary son in their eyes, and became an otaku with no fighting spirit in the eyes of others.

"When you were born in Thirty Sons of the Twelfth Moon, it was the day when the old and the new changed." Uncle Zhang pinched for a long time. "Your life, really should not be an ordinary appearance."

The twelfth lunar month, offering sacrifices to the gods and dispelling the evil spirits, is the end of the year. Spending the twelfth lunar month is the beginning of the Spring Festival, and it is of great significance in people's hearts.

"Strange, your eight character is clearly a combination of Fulu and longevity. How can you suddenly lose your life when you are in your midlife?" Uncle Zhang endured it. He didn't say it, and it was so ordinary.

It was supposed to be Long Aotian's life, but it became a passer-by, and it was short-lived. This is a blow to the top for anyone.

"You mean, I shouldn't die?" The otaku ghost was a little dazed, could he become a powerful big man, he didn't really pursue that much. But if you can live a good life, being an ordinary charter, and eating the food you want, it's pretty good.

Can you live well, who wants to die?

At this moment, there was an infinite resentment in the heart of the otaku ghost, but he didn't know who he hated. He turned his head around and wanted to find an answer to these masters, but he saw only a few silent faces.

"He has been left in the world and cannot be reincarnated because he is still alive in the life and death records?" Shen Changan probably understood what Uncle Zhang said, "So he is now a black household in the underworld?"

"It's almost ... that's what it means." Uncle Zhang nodded. "It's not easy to work anywhere without a household registration."

"You don't have a way?" Shen Changan said. "In the TV series, the masters can set up altars and ask the Yin soldiers to provide convenience for the innocent souls. Or do you think of a way to help him solve the problem of hukou?"

Uncle Zhang coughed: "All the TV shows are deceptive."

Seeing the expressions of Uncle Zhang and Master Yan Yin, Shen Changan instantly understood that it seemed that they could not invite the Yin soldiers.

Because he had more words, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Shen Changan looked at his watch frequently, and finally bowed his head to the otaku ghost: "Why do n’t you stay here with Uncle Zhang? I'll go to dinner with my friends and come over to you at night. "

The otaku ghost was full of unwillingness and anger, and was slowly calmed down by the merits of Shen Changan. He shook his head. What happened to him just now, how could he suddenly have such a strong hatred?

"Big brother, where are you going?" He didn't dare to leave Shen Changan and hugged Shen Changan's thigh. "For my poor sake, you can find a way to help me."

"The way is definitely to find a way, but my friend is also very important." Shen Changan bowed his head and ripped the otaku from his leg. "Being a man, the most important thing is to talk about credibility and say to eat with friends, You must n’t say anything. Uncle Zhang is safe here. I ’ll come over to find you at night. "

The otaku ghost looked at Shen Changan pitifully: "Big brother, you must come at night."

"Come and come, you must come." Shen Changan nodded and walked outside the door. "Here you listen to Uncle Zhang, he will certainly not harm you."

Speaking of which, he turned to look at Uncle Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, this ghost please you."

"All right." Uncle Zhang nodded. "You go, I check if he is borrowed from the lucky and longevity."

With Uncle Zhang's promise, Shen Changan hurried away, without mentioning what Uncle Zhang said, "If you don't scare him a big jump, you won't be named Zhang."

The door of the room was closed again, and Yan Yin, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, put down the tea cup, and his face radiated a compassionate smile: "Wang Daoyou, what do you think about this?"

Uncle Zhang turned his head angrily: "Who are you calling?"

"I'm calling you." Yan Yin said the Buddha's number in his mouth. "Amitabha, the practitioners don't say slang. Since you will no longer have the surname Zhang in the future, I think the surname Wang is also very good."

"Go!" Uncle Zhang kicked Yan Yin off the sofa, looked down at the nerdy ghost who was squatting on the ground, got up and took out cinnabar and rune paper from the house, and began to calculate the luck of the nerdy ghost.

After a rune was drawn, he was sweating and raining, and his face was extremely ugly.

Yan Yin reached out and slapped a palm on his back. Uncle Zhang looked better. He shook his head: "Someone ruined his luck with malicious intent, I can't figure it out."

In the metaphysical world, Uncle Zhang is already a distinguished generation. If he can't even figure it out, it shows that the people who act do much better than him.

"Why not let Yunfeng count?" Yan Yin looked at the burnt clean rune paper on the ground. There was a kind of worry in his heart. Maybe some kind of conspiracy was unconsciously unfolding, but they knew nothing about it. Yunfeng is someone who is good at fortune-telling in the whole metaphysical world. If he can't help him, then no one can do anything.

"It's useless." Uncle Zhang swallowed a panacea, and his pale paper face barely recovered a little bit of blood. "I suspect that it's not human."

"Not a person, what would it be?" The restlessness in Yan Yin's heart became stronger, what was more powerful than a person, God or demon?

Shen Changan hurried to Daonian's house, and it was past noon. He hurriedly finished the meal, helped Daonian with a few chopsticks, and wiped his mouth to get up and went to the office.

When he walked to the door, he remembered that there was something wrong at night, and said to Dao Nian: "Dao Nian, I have something tonight, but the night will not come."

Looking at the table full of fish and vegetables, Daonian put down his chopsticks with no expression: "Oh."

The rapid footsteps moved further and further away, Dao Nian closed his eyes, reached over the table, and the steaming meals disappeared completely.

As soon as Shen Changan left, there was a little lively room just now, and he suddenly deserted.

"Sir." Liu Mao whispered, "There is a huge typhoon in the East China Sea. It will sweep the coastal area in two days. Will it be allowed to land?"

Tao Nian: "Winter is coming."

Liu Mao's words stopped, and there was worry in his eyes.

"Winter is not a period of high typhoon, no landing is needed." Daonian just said this, the sky suddenly thundered, and the sound was as loud as it exploded over the houses they lived in.

Hu Ming, who was pulling grass in the garden, was so terrified that he couldn't even control his tail. The parrot Feiying on the bird stand was so frightened that it hid its head in its wings, and trembling while holding the paw of the bird stand.

"Sir!" Liu Mao said with a trembling voice, "You have broken the ring."

"The avenue has long since died. How can it bear me?" Dao Nian raised his eyes and looked out the window. The sky clouds were rolling, as if roaring, and his eyes showed a sneering look. "I said no landing, then no landing."

The thunder flashed in the dark clouds, and the thunder struck.

Daonian waved his hand, and a golden light flew out of his palm. The thunder that was split was blocked by the light.

"Thunder is too noisy." Dao Nian's eyes did not change. "Morning and evening will die. Now what kind of rules are still used?"

The dark clouds rolled for a moment in the air, and then slowly dissipated, and the sky returned to a clear look, as if the thunder and sky change just now did not exist.

"First, sir, why do you violate the law?" Liu Mao scared his teeth trembling. "If you go on like this, it will be like Dadao ..."

"Oh?" Daunian sarcastically, "The Avenue itself can't withstand its demise. How useful is it to leave these rules?"

"But you shouldn't be like that. Although you are in charge of the forty-nine laws of the world, there is still a vitality that is not in your hands. His subjects worry that this vitality will become your nemesis, making you like a highway ..."

"I am there, not life." Dao Nian lowered his eyelids, expressionless, "If you want to die, then you die."

"But ... but ..." Liu Mao didn't know how to exhort a joyless and angry person. He looked at the empty table and suddenly said, "But you took Mr. Shen's key, even if you don't care about dying, at least To accompany him for a hundred years. You are doing this now, and your men are worried about you. "

A century is so short, but the heavens dissipate, but it only takes a moment.

"Dadao is fifty, Tianyan is four and nine, and people are one of them." Dao Young chanted this sentence lightly. "Other people think I prefer humans, but I don't know. It is the avenue that really favors humans."

So before it dissipated, the vitality path that could restrain the heavenly path was given to human beings. Therefore, so many races, only human beings dare to say that "people will win the sky."

In human movies and TV shows, after the demon and the **** get the way, they will always appear in front of everyone as humans. However, human beings don't know that there are gods and demons first in this world. It's just that the road allows humans to have the appearance that gods and demons can only have after they have been practised. From such a bright preference, which race can compare.

Since the avenue is so partial to humans, he might as well follow the avenue's intentions so that this natural disaster will not harm humans. However, the rule subconsciously left by Dadao seems to want him to do this evil way, to allow him to allow the typhoon to land, and then let humans rely on their own strength to overcome this disaster.

People always like to call "God without eyes", "Thieves and God" and "Changtian unjust". This time he followed their minds and was really unfair.

The typhoon that should have landed suddenly stayed in the sea and hovered. The demon repair of the aquarium was very unexpected. The patriarch of the aquarium even deliberately pinched once.

"Strange, according to the original trajectory, the typhoon should land in the coastal city in the early morning tonight, causing a lot of casualties. Why didn't it stop suddenly?" The Shui big demon pinched several times and got the same result, he After hesitating for a long time in Dongfu, he got up and went to see the adult.

However, after meeting the adult, he thought he had a problem with his ears.

"What, this is what you mean?" The Shui Demon was a little shocked. Was he pinching out the wrong thing, or was the Master Dao suddenly mad.

Daonian played with a shining star without expression: "Well."

"But originally ..."

Daonian watched him not talking.

The Shui Demon was shocked in his heart and bowed: "Thank you for telling me, I understand."

He withdrew from the adult's enchantment, and his mind was a mess. Ever since Master Tiandao became less and less fond of seeing elders of various races, he has always felt uneasy.

Today this happened, he didn't feel surprised at all, but he felt a sense of helplessness that finally came.

"You see that there is no Weibo. Some satellites have detected that there is a huge airflow on the sea surface. This airflow may form a dozen typhoons and land in the coastal zone." Chen Panpan brushed the news online and told his colleagues, "Weather The bureau said that if the typhoon successfully landed, several cities in Linhai would be affected. Now it has begun to evacuate nearby people to the typhoon shelter. "

Hearing Chen Panpan's words, Shen Changan took out his phone and looked at it. In the photos taken by the satellite, the typhoon airflow seemed to cover half of the earth, and it looked very scary.

"If I land, I don't know how much property and personal safety is lost." Chen Panpan sighed. "I have a classmate's house and live in the coastal zone. I hope God bless you and let this typhoon digest itself at sea."

Shen Changan brushed comments under the news, and many netizens were sending icons of prayer, and countless people begging for the blessing of the sky.

But the locals are very calm, and some netizens spit out a certain brand of food on the Internet, which is not popular. Other food in the supermarket has been evacuated, and this brand is still left.

"The food of this brand is obviously delicious." Shen Changan whispered, "It's spicy and numb, how delicious it is to eat in the stomach." He sighed, and also followed the netizens, praying for a safe time this time.

"I hope that local people can survive this natural disaster safely."

After work in the afternoon, when Shen Changan hurried to Uncle Zhang's house, he saw the otaku sitting on the floor, holding a few incense sticks in his hands.

"Big brother, have you eaten?" The otaku saw Shen Changan come back and subconsciously said, "Shall we eat together?"

Shen Changan: "..."

"No, thank you." In recent decades, he would not be interested in this kind of food.

The otaku ghost responded that he had said something wrong and smiled at Shen Changan: "I will cook for myself, or I will make some for you. I will cook for lunch."

Shen Changan looked at the three people sitting on the sofa. Some of them couldn't believe it. These three people were even enslaved by ghosts?

After thinking for a while, he sat next to Zhang Gu and smiled at the otaku ghost: "Then trouble."

Uncle Zhang and Yan Yin turned their heads and looked at him together, revealing a "teachable" smile.

"Is the matter clear?" Shen Changan glanced at the empty table, accustomed to the days where the Dao Nianjia sat and had food everywhere. Now that he sees an empty table, he is not used to it.

"No." Uncle Zhang shook his head. "The most powerful Yunfeng shot in our metaphysical world can't be accounted for. No matter from which point of view, this son is the life of Fu Lu."

"But he died suddenly." Shen Changan looked at the direction of the kitchen, and the otaku extended his head from the door. "Sir, can you eat spicy food?"

Although the appearance of the otaku ghost can only be regarded as ordinary, but the way it smiles, it is somewhat pleasing. Thinking of such a pure young man, not only lost his life for some inexplicable reason, but also had no chance of reincarnation, Shen Changan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy.

He smiled at the otaku ghost: "I'm not very good at eating spicy food, but occasionally I want to eat a little, and you're working hard."

"Oh, I understand, I can definitely make the dishes you like to eat." The otaku smiled at him, retracted his head, and the sound of cooking was heard in the kitchen soon.

Shen Changan touched his chin and asked Uncle Zhang and Master Yan Yin again: "Can't you really try to hire a Yin soldier?"

I can't bear to see such an unfair thing when I see such a clever young man.

Because even a little ghost's affairs are not handled well, Uncle Zhang has felt that he has no face. Hearing Shen Changan asking this, he broke the jar and said: "You can do it."

Shen Changan was so tempered by this sentence: "Uncle, don't laugh at me, I haven't even learned the technique."

"How do you know if you don't try, you can't succeed?" Uncle Zhang stood up and said aggressively, "You wait, I will prepare an altar for you." To convince a young man with a strong self-awareness, only let him experience failure, Only then can he understand what reality is.

"Hey ..." Shen Changan looked at Uncle Zhang who had actually entered the room to prepare the altar. He was dumbfounded.

Zhang Gu patted on his shoulder sympathetically: "My teacher has always had this temper. When you ask God to fail, he can return to normal."

"What if it succeeds?" Shen Changan joked.

"Shen Shizhu, really a young man with rich imagination." Yan Yin smiled gently. "The clumsy monk thought that a person like you is very suitable for buddha cultivation. Do you really not consider it?"

Shen Changan: "..."

"No thanks."

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