The Path Toward Heaven

In addition to the exchange students from various places, there are also many new students who are going to visit the main campus of Xingmen University.

The physical examination was a very simple matter. It only needed to lie down in the hospital cabin for a while. Soon the students left, and the hospital returned to quietness.

The door to the laminar flow exclusive ward at the end of the corridor did not open until late at night, and Zhong Lizi walked out of it, her expression on the face was a little dazed, and the tears remained.

Before the door of the laminar flow ward was closed, there was a fierce discussion or argument, and several white-haired professors were waving their arms excitedly there.

The affiliated hospital is on the east side of the lake at Xingmen University, a long distance from the hotel, but she did not take a car and walked towards the lake.

I do n’t know if it ’s affected by psychological factors, or if she ’s really getting better. Her steps are lighter than usual, and the starlight on the lake is much clearer than usual.

She thought of one thing, her footsteps were getting faster and faster, and she gradually became a run. Soon she arrived at the hotel. She passed by the big trees by the pool and slapped her hands, as if to give a high five.

There was a loud noise, and the elevator moved.

There was a squeak and the door opened.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair on the terrace, basking in the stars, without clothes.

She didn't even glance at it, rushed directly to him and kissed him.

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Jingjiu guessed what happened.

He knew what kind of mental shock it would take for a person to get rid of the shadow of death.

Many years ago, he had been so happy when he had read all the practice books collected by Shiyuefeng and confirmed that he should be able to ascend.

So he gave the silver-haired girl great patience and tolerance at this time, allowing her to sit on her body, and even letting her kiss herself, but this was already the limit.

When Zhong Lizi hugged him to continue kissing, he reached out a finger against her brows and pushed her away from her body with extreme apathy.

Zhong Lizi didn't struggle, sitting obediently beside him, holding his hands in both hands, watching his mouth flatten, and preparing to cry again.

Jing Jiu said, "Don't cry, say."

Zhong Lizi drew a sore nose, grabbed his hand and said, "I'm sick."

Jing Jiu said.

Zhong Lizi was still excited and did not notice that his response was too calm. He said: "I have very good indicators now and the situation is very stable. Professors said that there may have been a previous genetic optimization that did not completely fail. Activated sporadically, but they have to study it again. "

Jing Jiu said, "Congratulations."

Zhong Lizi became more and more happy, and inexplicably sad, watching him aggrieved and said, "Is it okay to hug you at this time?"

Jing Jiu said: "This matter has nothing to do with me, what do you want me to do, don't try to take advantage of me."

After saying this, he found that he had said a lot more than he did when he was in Chaotian Continent.

But to be precise, when Nan forgets to burn the corpse in Dongfu, his words have begun to increase.

Zhong Lizi looked at his eyes and said softly, "After knowing you, my life has changed a lot, it gets better and better, and even such miracles happen ... Of course it has to do with you."

She stood up, looking at the stars in the night sky, her hands folded and said, "Tomorrow I will go to the Tower of Fire and make a wish, thank God for saving me."

Jing Jiuxin thought that you can thank the wrong person.

Zhong Lizi looked away and said to him, "Go with me."

Jing Jiu said, "No."

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the next day.

Jing Jiu leaned against the wall and looked at the fire transmission tower opposite, feeling a little itchy on his back.

It may be a psychological factor, or it may be the cause of the gravitational field in the Authority. You must know that he is inherently sensitive to anything that can threaten him.

The Chuanhuo Tower is a multi-story building, which is not similar to the stupa on the Chaotian Continent, but rather like the auction house in Nanhe Prefecture.

Each floor of this building is smaller than the area below. The round window porch welcomes all the wind and believers. You can see the mottled stained glass. If the windows are open, you can see those full. It is a mural of sacred meaning.

He looked at the main hall of the third-floor altar of the Chuanhuo Tower, and Zhong Lizi was sitting on a chair with other believers, his hands folded, and what he was praying religiously.

There are also many women in Chaotian Continent who do votive things, and he is no stranger to this, just thinking that the little girl has little money, and doesn't want her to be cheated too much, she will come to see it. Of course, more importantly, he has another thing to deal with.

The authority's side door opened, and several government officials stepped out in haste, one with a drink in his hand.

Jing Jiu remembered clearly that this drink was provided in the straight passage to the ground.

A middle-aged man in a thin trench coat came down with his head down, and the blond hair under the brim looked like a messy straw.

When the middle-aged man walked in front of Jing Jiu, he suddenly stopped, looked at him with some uncertainty, and asked, "Is it you?"

Jing Jiu said.

This blond middle-aged man is a well-known material scientist Tang Gu in the underground laboratory. His eyes were a little stunned and he said, "I always have a voice in my heart these days asking me to come up and find someone at this time ... I am grateful that this is a kind of conscious control, but why don't I resist this kind of control?"

Jing Jiu said, "Since your consciousness is controlled by me, how can you resist such control?"

This sentence sounds nonsense, and careful taste is still nonsense, but it is a need for this kind of Zen mastery.

Even him, it is very difficult to control an intelligent life with two hearts for a long time, and it is necessary to strengthen it once in a while.

Tang Gu asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Jing Jiu said, "Who has been contacted with my file materials recently?"

Those dossier materials are placed in a dedicated network. If he uses cloud ghosts to monitor for a long time, he needs to write code in it, so that he will be found sooner or later.

Like the code he wrote on that battleship, it has been cleared a few now, but he set it to send regularly, and did enough information to jump bridge in the middle, the alliance military did not follow him to find the clue, Internal self-examination.

Tang Gu shook his head and said, "It was originally top-secret information. After the dean came once, no one asked about it."

Jing Jiuxin wanted to wait for Xueji to find herself, then took her to the Alliance Academy of the Star, and dug back from that dean.

He waved his hand to Tang Gu to leave, and looked like a bad young student who did not want to accept the parents' concern.

When Tang Gu was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and looked at the eyes that were not covered by the blue sportswear. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I follow you?"

Jing Jiu said, "That's your need, not me."

After saying this, he ignored the person and looked at the building across the street.

Zhong Lizi was talking to a bishop.

It was the bishop who had wanted to preach to him.

That day the bishop once said that following the gods is not the need of the gods, but the needs of the believers.

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The night is quiet and the stars are like water.

Jing Jiu was lying on a chair on the terrace, looking at the humble star at the edge of Xinghai.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhong Lizi confirmed that he was wearing clothes and came out with two cups of tea.

Jing Jiu took a sip from the teacup and confirmed that it was not as good as Gu Qing, but it was not as strong as Jingli's wife and children.

"Do you believe in gods?"

The bishop spoke to her during the day, and he heard it clearly.

Zhong Lizi thought for a while and said, "I believe."

Jing Jiu said, "Why?"

Zhong Lizi looked at him seriously and said, "Master Bishop said that recently, miracles have happened to me because I have met amazing people."

Jing Jiu said, "Then."

Zhong Lizi said: "You should bring miracles to more people."

Jing Jiu said, "For example?"

Zhong Lizi said, "Like you going to run for a priestess?"

Jing Ji glanced at her and said, "Female ... priest?"

Zhong Lizi smiled playfully, holding a tea cup and gently bumping on the tea cup in his hand, and said, "You are so beautiful, who can tell your gender."

Jingjiu said, "But I know my gender."

Zhong Lizi has now got rid of the shadow of death, showing the temperament of more young girls, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Is **** important?"

Jing Jiu thought about it and said, "It doesn't matter."

For a person who has succeeded in soaring, has a long life, and has one heart, the body is not important and the appearance is not important. What is so important about gender?

Of course, this does not mean that he will participate in the election of the priestess, because those things are less important.

"You haven't said it yet. What is there? You often look there ... there are no stars."

Zhong Lizi took the tea and walked to the side of the terrace, looking towards the night sky somewhere.

Jing Jiu said, "There are many gods there."

Zhong Lizi felt that he was joking, thinking of the words said by the bishop a little dazed.

Is it really a miracle that happened to himself?

Her eyes gradually firmed and said, "Since you don't go, I'll go and join."

This is about the election of the priestess.

When she was in an apartment in the underground district, she thought that when she was an exchange student at Star Gate University, she might see the result of the priestess selection on the spot.

Now she has decided to run for the priestess.

For the silver-haired girl, this is undoubtedly the most courageous and important decision she has made in sixteen years.

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Zhong Lizi's decision to run for the priestess is mostly due to the sudden improvement of her condition, and a vital outbreak of her vitality, which of course has something to do with her dialogue with the bishop. What the bishop said seemed seemingly random, but the praises to the gods often seen in the books were actually very cleverly guided.

The officials in the chapel and the sage sticks in the village are best at this kind of things. They are far stronger than Yi Maozhai's scholars. He has a very clear understanding of this.

That night, after putting Zhong Lizi into deep sleep, he laid Cheng Tianjian array and jumped off the terrace.

The wind fell silent, and the wind in the suspension train tunnel was whistling.

Half a minute later, he went to the quietest and most expensive manor area of ​​Shou'er City and found the bishop's home.

The first action to eat is to pick up chopsticks. Of course, he first controlled the villa's network and released all defenses.

Like those plots in this world, the bishop lives an extremely luxurious life. The family is truly a golden wall. If it is a child from an underground block, seeing such a picture will inevitably give rise to great anger.

Jing Jiu was a child born in the imperial palace. After thousands of years of fairy life, naturally he didn't feel anything. He waved to let the bishop fall asleep. A glance of his eyes confirmed that there was no self-destruct device in his brain, and he began to read his memory.

He didn't want the other party to become an idiot, but only destroyed the Xuanyin Zong's soul-searching secret to the fourth floor.

In the perception of the soul-searching mystery, the other party ’s consciousness is a fog. From time to time, pictures appear in the fog. It is as chaotic as the transcendental stream of consciousness that is popular in this world.

The breeze slowly drifted from the thermostat, like the breeze in the grassland, it should have some kind of fragrance.

A sword light emerged from Jing Jiu's eyes, and those pieces of information gradually combined into a complete picture under the dual blessing of sword knowledge and two hearts.

He did not look at the idea of ​​the bishop's childhood shadow, but just looking at these recent days, seeing boring and repeated chanting, meetings and sermons, seeing the religious faces of many believers, and seeing some personal things.

Then, he saw a somewhat vague figure of himself, the day when the bishop tried to preach to him, and felt the bishop's shock and anger.

Obviously, the bishop was stunned by the phrase "I am the god".

There was nothing unusual, until the other day, the bishop left Shouer City and flew to the ground in an aircraft.

There was no picture on the way. He should be sleeping with his eyes closed or meditating.

Jing Jiu thought it was the latter, because when the bishop left the aircraft and walked into the huge building, his mood was quiet and full of respect.

The huge building was like a mountain standing in the deep grassland, and the spire seemed to pierce the planet's protective cover and touch the distant star.

The interior of the building is extremely empty and can accommodate countless believers. When the bishop walked in, there was no one.

A gray curtain hangs at the deepest part of the building. It looks like the dark sky is put upright here. It is extremely huge. I believe that ordinary people cannot see where the edge is.

The bishop knelt before the grey curtain, like a ant facing the sky.

A gentle and calm voice came from the curtain, like the decree of a **** from the sky: "Go and serve that boy."

The bishop's body trembled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and said, "That **** blasphemer?"

The voice said: "The **** can be everything. Since we are looking for him, how can we care about his appearance?"

The bishop was shocked and said, "What are you ...?"

The voice said, "What is the last will left before the **** left?"

The bishop bowed his head and said, "Looking for a new deity."

The voice said, "I think ... it's him."

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(Ten days ago, after finishing writing Jiu Jiu and Zhong Lizi watching the priestess primaries in an underground block, a friend sent me a message saying that I definitely wanted to design the plot, let Jing Jiunan dress up as a woman, and fulfill my dream of writing for many years ... … Want to see women's clothing? There are no doors… I like to watch, but it does n’t mean that I like to write. That really does n’t move. Suddenly I think of a magic apprentice, I do n’t know how the adult Lan Jing is doing. )