The east wind suddenly comes and the night rain is falling.
This supernatural place is actually not doing very well.
The world view is not very big, it is located in a corner, just a small town.
People here cannot leave here and cannot see the world beyond.
If he were to do it, he could create a very complete world.
He could directly copy a dynasty from Chinese history and then create it.
It doesn't matter what the dynasty is like, what the situation is inside, or what the emperor is like. It doesn't matter whether the people are well or fortunate.
What he wants is not these things, what he needs is a change.
A contrast.
In his expectation, there are two variables.
The difference is that ghosts are known to all people and partially known.
This will allow you to observe the final result.
In the former, everyone knows about ghosts and can try to control them. In the latter, ghosts and supernatural events are deliberately concealed, just like the real headquarters.
The background is set for supernatural invasion and great recovery.
The source of ghosts stopped in the Republic of China.
The heavy rain came, and the plum trees in the courtyard moved with the wind.
Wind and rain never warm people's hearts.
Just a dust in the human eye.
"Both worlds must have a protagonist. If you are not satisfied with the final result, just eat it."
"What I want is the last food, so I have to create many similar worlds, but the worldview must be cruel."
Looking at the wind and rain in the courtyard, Yu Zhile temporarily put aside his terrible thoughts.
With the Trickster's ability, world creation is easy.
Although it is simple, it can be very troublesome.
Tapping his fingertips on the table, Yu Zhile stood up, opened the door and walked out.
The little girl, who had already gotten up, quickly followed her.
The cockcrow has just begun and the rain is still falling, but there are already people hurriedly walking on the street.
An oil-paper umbrella cuts off a world.
The rain streaked across the umbrella and dripped down.
Two people, one large and one small, hid under umbrellas and walked in the street towards Lingyun Temple, which was named a temple but was actually a Taoist temple.
Although there are people on the street, it is still deserted.
"I'm not drunk, come again..."
At the corner of the street, a scholar-looking man suddenly raised his hand, looking ahead with blurred eyes, muttering something like "I'm not drunk, I can still drink, come again".
Not far away from that person was a brothel.
"Just tell me if you don't have money. You eat the King's meal so confidently. Damn it, if you don't have money next time, I'll kill you."
The brothel that had already thanked the guests suddenly opened the door, and two people, led by an old madam, threw a man with a bruised nose and swollen face, smelling of alcohol, into the rain.
Yu Zhile moved a little and looked at the man who lay down casually after struggling in the rain for a while. He didn't pay attention, walked around the man and continued walking towards the distance.
The little girl grabbed Yu Zhile's clothes, looked back at the man, and then at the brightly lit attic.
There was some fear in her eyes.
The sister inside doesn't seem to be living a good life, and she doesn't want to live in a place like this.
The rain pattered, beating on the oil-paper umbrella.
Since ancient times, trivial matters have most affected people's hearts.
There was a beggar hiding under the eaves shivering, looking at the two people walking with umbrellas, his eyes full of envy.
Their clothes must be very warm, otherwise they would not leave their warm bedding and take to the streets at this time.
They must have been very full, with steamed buns, steamed buns and porridge.
I don’t know if they wasted it, but it would be a pity if they were.
The two of them gradually moved away, but the little beggar's eyes were still staring at the backs of the big and small figures.
"A gamble?" In Li's house, an old man looked at Li Yushu and asked.
Li Yushu nodded, "Bet, as long as we kill him, we might get what we want."
A glimmer of light appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, "Then bet, even if it means gambling with all the future."
"We lost last time, we can't afford to lose this time."
After listening to the old man's answer, Li Yushu stood up, walked out of Li's house silently, then left the city, and finally disappeared into a mountain forest.
The old man was hunched over, with his hands behind his back, looking at the rain eaves in the courtyard.
"Who would want to die?"
"Now that we have a chance to survive, how can we, the dying, not seize it?"
The old man recalled the madness of an old friend. Facts have proved that no matter how many immortal sloughs he controls and swallows, he cannot stop death from coming.
Life is a shackles that binds them all.
Only those who break this shackles can be free.
Now, there is such a being here again. They cannot give up, even if they destroy what those two people left behind, they will not hesitate.
"I hope you are the same as those two people, otherwise we will be very disappointed."
The old man suppressed his inner excitement. Living like this, he shouldn't be so unstable.
A little impatience will mess up a big plan. Just let the juniors test it. If they scare people away, it will really be more than the gain is worth the loss.
On this day, all the family members were given an order.
Test a young man at any cost.
You must go with life and death in mind, otherwise it will be useless.
You can wait and see, but if you choose to take action, you must be prepared to be killed.
For a moment, the hearts of these pampered young ladies were trembling.
Yu Zhile didn't care about this. The more they moved, the more he knew.
There are some people here who have taken the road to the extreme, just like the old people during the Republic of China, the road has come to an end.
They didn't want to die, so they all lay in the coffin, waiting for an opportunity.
Now the opportunity has come.
They want to obtain further methods from themselves, that is, things that will not cause their own death due to lifespan.
They tried to find immortality in him.
The so-called method of immortality is actually the method of becoming a ghost.
There are no immortals in this world, only ghosts.
People are accustomed to calling things they cannot understand as immortals or gods.
He has the means to become a ghost, but why would he give it?
There was nothing about the people here that satisfied him.
He just wanted to have fun.
Besides, the main reason for him to play was to wait for He Yin'er to really wake up.
If she doesn't wake up, there are some things he can't do.
Lingyun Temple.
There were very few pilgrims today because of the rain.
Even if you hold an umbrella, your clothes will still get wet easily.
The little girl looked at her half-wet little shoes and felt a little distressed. This was her first time wearing new shoes, and they were soaked by the rain.
Yu Zhile lowered his head slightly and looked at the little girl's shoes. The small cyan embroidered shoes were not hidden on the little girl's feet.
Although he deliberately moved the umbrella closer to the girl, the rain was falling and splashing was unavoidable.
The little girl felt bad that her new shoes got wet. She didn't even want to wear them unless she was going out.
She couldn't bear to get her hard-earned shoes dirty.
Without paying too much attention, he looked up at the Taoist temple above, and saw the rainwater flowing slowly on the bluestone path.
The two walked on the water and avoided each other with the pilgrims coming down the mountain.
"To offer incense or to ask for a fortune?"
Arriving in front of the Taoist temple, Yu Zhile shook off the rainwater on his umbrella, then put it away and placed it at the entrance of the Taoist temple.
The little girl looked at the little Taoist boy wearing a Taoist robe with some surprise and confusion.
This little brother looks so good-looking.
This is the little girl's first impression of the little Taoist boy.
"Asking for a fortune." Yu Zhile had no intention of offering incense. He had no uneasiness in his heart, and he did not need to pray to God for peace of mind.
"Excuse me, it's raining today, so there aren't many people asking for signatures. Guests don't need to queue up." The little Taoist boy nodded, turned around and started to lead the way.
Yu Zhile has never been to a Taoist temple, and this is his first time visiting such a place.
Walking behind the little Taoist boy with the little girl, the Taoist temple is not very big, but it has all the internal organs.
He didn't recognize many of the idols.
After walking through the aisles for a day or two, the little Taoist boy took them to a side hall.
"This is the place where you need to sign. Guests can go in by themselves. If you need to sign, the master will do it for you."
Yu Zhile nodded, opened the door and walked in, followed closely by the little girl.
Entering it, the first thing you see is a majestic and solemn statue of a god.
Next are the offerings on the incense table, and then the futon on the ground.
On the left, there is a table, and an old Taoist priest who looks very immortal at first glance is sitting behind the table.
There is a lottery tube and some gadgets on the table, such as peach charms, sachets, red incense... things inside.
The old Taoist priest looked very old, his beard and hair were already gray, but his face looked extremely kind and gentle.
It is in line with the spirit of immortality. At first glance, he looks like a real Taoist who is a master of Taoism.
Yu Zhile rubbed the little girl hiding behind him, indicating that she didn't need to be so afraid.
He stepped forward and stood in front of the old Taoist priest.
"You can draw the lot yourself, or you can have an experienced person do it for you."
The old Taoist priest looked at Yu Zhile kindly, with no expression in his eyes.
Yu Zhile nodded, picked up the lottery tube and shook it casually.
Wow~!
The bamboo sticks collide with each other and eventually one falls out.
Yu Zhile looked at the bamboo sticks covering the table. He didn't pick them up immediately, but handed the bamboo sticks to the little girl.
"You shake your head too."
"Can I do that too?" The little girl took the lottery tube a little flattered.
"Well, let me see your luck." Yu Zhile smiled and nodded.
Hearing this, the little girl's palms became a little sweaty, and she didn't dare to shake it for a while, but under Yu Zhile's encouraging smile, the little girl still started shaking it.
After a while, a bamboo stick fell from the tube. The little girl subconsciously wanted to catch it, but it was already caught by a fair and delicate palm.
Yu Zhile looked at the contents on the bamboo stick, and the smile gradually faded from his face.
"A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and a person who is a mayfly has no place to return."
The old Taoist priest didn't speak from the beginning to the end. From the time when the young man laughed to the end when he stopped laughing, he just watched.
There was no warmth in this young man's smile.
He didn't smile because he wanted to, he smiled because he needed to.
"Tell me what this means?"
Taking the lottery tube from the little girl's hand and placing it on the table, Yu Zhile pushed the lottery in front of the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest lowered his head and glanced casually, and then said, "You have no control over life, and there is a calamity of death today."
"Place your signature."
The old Taoist priest's faint words fell in the ears of the two of them, and the little girl's face suddenly turned pale. She quickly grabbed Yu Zhile's clothes with her two little hands, her eyes full of panic.
Yu Zhile nodded calmly, "The calculation is accurate."
The corners of the old Taoist priest's mouth twitched slightly, and there was pity in his eyes as he looked at the little girl.
The old Taoist priest didn't speak, but his eyes were a little worried. He looked at the unseen bamboo stick on the table.
Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest with interest, "Guess whether the lot is up or down?"
The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, "You are superior to us, but we are inferior."
"Oh, you seem to have figured something out."
Yu Zhile rubbed the restless little girl. Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were full of indifference.
The old Taoist priest shook his head, "The old Taoist has little talent and little knowledge. He can only calculate that he will die today. Apart from this, he can't calculate anything else."
"It's already very good. Some people don't even know when they will die. Compared to these people, you are already very good."
Yu Zhile reached out to pick up the bamboo stick on the table, but the old Taoist priest suddenly reached out and held down Yu Zhile's hand holding the bamboo stick.
He looked a little sad, "Can we keep innocent people?"
"Innocent?" Yu Zhile grinned, "Do you know what a certain person is doing now?"
"To be honest, I really don't care. Whether I'm playing with you or being plotted by you, I don't care."
"What I want is always one thing. As long as you don't touch it and make me feel happy, I will take the thing and leave."
"This is what I said before."
"But you are not satisfied."
"You have already passed my test, why don't you just wait until the end?"
"You want to touch what I want?"
The old Taoist priest's face suddenly darkened, and he slowly withdrew the hand holding Yu Zhile's hand.
"That's what you thought from the beginning?"
"Of course not. I just wanted to rest for a while, wait for someone to wake up, and play with you ants. It was purely out of interest."
"Maybe, when I get my things, I can kill you all casually. It's not impossible."
"It's a pity that you seem to hate that you have lived too long, and you are seeking death now."
"Actually, I'm very interested in you guys. I want to get to know you better. Maybe if I'm happy, you guys will survive. Maybe, I can also give you some things that you need but I think are worthless. "
Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest playfully, "What do you think you have to provoke me?"
The old Taoist priest was speechless. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Then you were just kidding us when you said you would let us do whatever we wanted?"
"Why should I follow your rules?"
Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest inexplicably, and then looked down at the bamboo stick.
"Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as mutt dogs; saints are unkind and regard the common people as mutt dogs."
Looking at the words on the bamboo stick, Yu Zhile showed a sarcastic smile.
"Tell me what's fair?"
"If I had been treated fairly, maybe I would believe it."
Yu Zhile moved his fingers slightly, and the text on the bamboo stick disappeared, and another text appeared.
"After the autumn harvest, winter comes, and the snow is full of withered corpses; when spring comes, the snow disappears..."
"What should I write in the last sentence?" Yu Zhile looked up at the old Taoist priest, with a flash of scarlet in his eyes.
The old Taoist priest looked at the three lines of poetry on the bamboo stick, said nothing, and just closed his eyes.
The calamity of death has come, and the young man in front of him has determined that he is no longer in the mood to play with ants like them.
He knew everything he needed to know, and now he was impatient.
(End of chapter)
