Different from the sentimentality of disaster, Zhang Chao, who always likes to get into trouble...but is rigorous in his studies, has doubts in his heart.
"Hua, Boss Hua, according to what you just saw, these two big ghosts are not ghosts, but 'smoke spirits'?"
"Can the smoke of incense also turn into spirit?!"
Hua Jiuhan smiled and shook his head: "It cannot be regarded as becoming a goblin, but a collection of wishes similar to incense."
"It's like a low-end version of a totem...a totem in its most primitive state."
"Actually, it's not just the two big ghosts just now. Many of the so-called 'sacred' in the world are a collection of people's resentments or wishes."
"So there have always been 'man-made gods', and there has never been a god who created man."
Hua Jiunan's words seemed to open a door to a new world for Chen Daji and Zhang Chao.
"Boss, boss, didn't you say that Nuwa made us out of clay? Just now you said that no god created humans..."
It is rare for Chen Daji to be so "thirsty for knowledge", so Hua Jiunan will naturally satisfy him.
But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt the situation outside change.
So he could only shake his head helplessly: "Daji, this question is waiting for you to go to the ancestral land and ask our ancestors yourself."
"If he wants to tell you, no one in the world would dare to stop him."
Chen had always trusted Hua Jiunan, and guessed that there must be another reason why he didn't say it himself, so he nodded deeply.
"Okay! I haven't seen our ancestor for a long time. I still miss him... When we see our ancestor, we still have a lot of questions to ask."
"For example, is there extraterrestrial silver in the universe? Are gods considered silver? Do they live on extraterrestrials? Why does it last for a year in the sky and on the earth..."
In fact, Chen's question is also the question that most people want to know most when they are young.
It’s just that as we grow up little by little and are restricted by various realities, we are no longer the same young people as before.
There is no time to think about these "irrelevant" things.
The lyrics of a song describe this change most intuitively and truly:
I bought my dream in twos and threes in exchange for three meals a day on the stove...
Just when Chen was thinking endlessly, a dark wind blew in the quiet room.
After the dark wind passed, Zhong Kui, the judge of the Department of Punishment, came proudly holding a big blood-stained bell in one hand.
Accompanying him was naturally the ghost Xin Lianshan.
Hua Jiunan was always polite and immediately stood up to greet him: "Young man, I have seen the Holy Lord who blesses the house, and the Holy Lord who has worked for me has come in person, and I have sinned against you!"
Seeing his brother like this, how could Xiao Wuxin fall behind?
He put his hands together and bowed in salute: "Namo Amitabha, the young monk pays homage to the Holy King. The Holy King is merciful."
Seeing this, Zhong Kui quickly put down the big bell with a clang and politely returned the greeting with his hands clasped in fists.
"Sir, you're welcome, Buddha is welcome!"
"You two are like this, the kid can't bear it!"
The three of them were polite to each other, but Chen didn't understand this and just circled around the big clock that Zhong Kui had put down.
He asked while turning around.
"Uncle Zhong, are you bringing us a clock?"
Zhong Kui gave Hua Xi a "hard" look and deliberately said with a straight face.
"Major General, please be careful what you say!"
"Even if you want to die, you have to ask us and all the underworld gods first if they agree!"
"Even if you really kill yourself by accident, this judge won't give you a death sentence... I'll just give you a beating!"
After listening to Zhong Kui's words, Chen immediately thought of his tragic experience of dying repeatedly and being beaten back to life by a group of underworld gods.
Immediately and subconsciously, he shrank his neck, not daring to talk nonsense, and quietly hid behind Hua Jiunan.
They even squeezed out Xiaowuxin.
(For details about Chen Daji being beaten alive repeatedly, please see the part of this book where they practiced the art of corpse transformation: Chapter 1313: You are not welcome here)
Seeing the disaster, Zhong Kui suddenly felt refreshed and pointed at the big clock he had brought.
"Sir, Wuxin Buddha, please take a look: this is the real Wrongful Buddha Bell, and the one in your hands is definitely not it!"
"Although there are hundreds of monk souls up there, they are just resentments rather than obsessions."
"Those monks who went to death calmly had far more attachment to the Buddha than resentment to the world..."
