"Yes, how can you deal with the newborns who cannot awaken every year?"

The old man Wangshu whispered.

Shen Chong thought for a moment, "But aren't there any birds and beasts in the same clan of monsters who cannot awaken?"

Old man Wangshu asked back, "Then do you think it's okay to use humans as beasts?"

Shen Chong shook his head.

Old man Wangshu grinned, "It's okay to say I'm selfish or to say I'm false benevolence and righteousness. I admit that I can't treat you equally, but in fact, who in this world can have no selfishness? I ask myself that I've been doing justice all my life, but I can't avoid the world in my heart. It doesn't matter how I think in my heart. What's important is, how do I do? Shen Chong, what do you think of killing monsters? What do you think of the psychics who do evil?"

Shen Chong thought about it, "Fair and just."

"Forget it, your tone still sounds a little dissatisfied. But there is no need for future generations to comment on merits and demerits, good and evil. Once I die, everything will be empty, and I will not leave any regrets in my heart."

Seeing that he looked a little lonely, Shen Chong felt that this senior was very tiring.

Just like the name of the Demon-Slaying Organization he founded, he wanted to pay attention to fairness, but he could not achieve complete balance in his heart.

He not only hopes that all beings are equal, but also believes that ordinary creatures with only spirits but not wisdom cannot be compared with humans who are born with wisdom.

He himself knew that this was very contradictory, but in his long life he could only restrain himself and do his best to do everything.

Shen Chong probably understood the feelings of the old man, and he asked himself that he really couldn't be so majestic.

It is much harder to do it even if you don’t like it and do it for a lifetime. This is much more difficult than to be firm in one belief and do it for a lifetime.

"Shen Chong..."

The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was quite a bit of a breath of air.

Fortunately, Shen Chong is now hearing strongly, "I'll listen."

"Listen, I can leave. You can't stay calm. In the future, the world will be in full swing. You must participate in it and take care of it."

Shen Chong always felt that he had something to say. Even if he was his apprentice's son-in-law, he really didn't have much interaction with him. He didn't have to explain so much to himself before he died.

I used to think that his last words were some important secrets to explain to the ministry, but after chatting for a while, he was sighing about life and always felt something was wrong.

At this moment, the old man Wangshu, who was originally lying on his back on the ground, suddenly stood up.

He had previously said that Shen Chong could not touch him. Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Chong wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move.

"What does senior mean?"

Shen Chong asked.

"It's not interesting. I want to make another fortune for you and Zhishu while I have my last breath. This tone cannot be wasted."

The old man's figure gradually floated into the air, and a tortoise shell flew out of his sleeves, and suddenly it turned into a phantom of ten feet in the sky.

Shen Chongli shouted, "Forgive it! Senior, don't do this, I'm not superstitious!"

"If you don't believe me, I will believe it!"

The old man Wangshu didn't talk nonsense to him at all. Work started on the spot, and the phantom of the tortoise shell enveloped him, wrapping Shen Chong up.

At first, Shen Chong had the illusion of falling into the bottom of the water, but his breathing was still smooth, and he couldn't help but follow the flying general.

With a loud buzzing sound in the air, I forgot to see the orange-yellow light around the old man was like a heartbeat, and the tortoise shell changed with the same frequency.

After a long time, there was a crackling sound from the tortoise shell. The tortoise shell, which had already broken to seven or eight, finally exploded with a loud bang.

Shen Chong and the tortoise shells that were broken into stars and quickly dissipated in the air fell to the ground.

He stood firmly on the spot, but the tortoise shell fragments disappeared in the air.

Before Shen Chong could question the other party, the old man Wangshu looked at him with horror, "You are nowhere to go, who is it!"

Shen Chong remained silent and was only alert.

He knew that his biggest secret might have been seen through by the old man.

He thought that the old man would take more measures, but he never thought that after a moment the old man slowly leaned back to the crooked tree.

"Forget it, it's not good for you to tell me that you will do me, it's better if you don't."

Shen Chong's trust in the old man Wangshu dropped to an extreme. He felt that he was talking too much, so he simply said nothing.

It was all right that he left without turning around.

But the old man Wangshu finally found a flaw in his heart.

"Shen Chong, guess what I saw in you just now?"

"Don't want to know."

"If you don't come, you will die from the book. But you have arrived, and whether she dies or not depends on you."

"You don't need to say this, senior, I know it myself."

"It depends on you."

Shen Chong bowed and turned around to leave, "Thank you."

"Wait! I have one last question!"

The old man Wangshu tried to call him behind him.

Shen Chong did not look back, but there was a sound of strong wind coming from behind. He raised his right hand and his fingertips just clamped the piece of paper.

This piece of paper is the distribution of the Big Dipper.

The pattern was painted by the old man Wangshu himself, and he even connected the seven stars with lines, which was the shape of the spoon of the Big Dipper.

Shen Chong stopped and the old man's resentful voice came from behind, "I have been carrying this picture on my body for twenty-five years. I have been comprehending it every day but gaining nothing. Can you solve my doubts?"

Shen Chong turned around, "These are the seven stars of the Big Dipper, namely Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji... Yaoguang."

The old man Wangshu's tone suddenly became extremely anxious, "What does this mean? Astrology?"

Shen Chong nodded, "Not bad."

"But there is no seven stars you mentioned above this Zhoutian!"

Forget about the old man is dissatisfied.

Shen Chong nodded, looked up at the starry sky, and said sadly: "Yes, there is no."

Since he had been seen through, he could also feel that the old man Wangshu was really going to die. Shen Chong finally made up his mind to satisfy the old man's last wish and told him something.

Shen Chong took a deep breath, "You can't see it because these seven stars do not come from the universe you see in your eyes. There have been classic records in my hometown that the seven stars from Tianshu to Yaoguang each perform their duties and control the destiny of heaven. The first is Siming, the second is Silu, the third is Lucun, the fourth is Lucun, the fifth is Yisheng, the sixth is Dufen, and the seventh is Shangsheng. I thought these were all illusory myths, but I didn't expect that when I came to this world, I became a mythical figure."

Shen Chong looked down at his fingers, vaguely remembering the confusion and shock he had when he stimulated his self-healing for the first time. Now he has become accustomed to it.

But if you return to your hometown and earth, these things will still be unreasonable and unscientific.

After hearing this, the old man Wangsu began to murmur to himself, repeating the fourteen words, "Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang. Siming, Silu, Lucun, prolong life, good fortune, disaster, and upward life."

As he repeated the conversation, his body became lighter and lighter, and his body was like fireworks blooming.

Shen Chong knew that this senior who did not have a great heart but did great things was finally about to die.

"I see!"

Suddenly, the old man Wangshu, who was about to collapse, shouted loudly and suddenly realized.

"I understand! Finally I understand! I have no regrets in this life! I will be reborn now! Shen Chong, you are the gods, you are here to suffer! Thank you for your guidance, I will go!"

The old man in white robe rose up in the air with long laughter, and suddenly became like the rising sun, and instantly turned into a Taoist rainbow that pierced the dark night and penetrated the starry sky.

The dense clouds in the sky that originally covered the sky and the sun were pierced by this column of light, and the clouds dispersed like water waves from the pierced position.

In the end, this beam of light disappeared into the darkness of the universe and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Chong could see it and sighed for a long time, "I am worthy of being the ultimate strong man in the past, and I die so distinctively."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt shocked.

Seven tiny lights that were almost invisible to the naked eye, from the moment the broken clouds were illuminated, and seven tiny beams condensed in front of him into a beam, illuminating directly above his head.

In an instant, these seven rays of light quickly turned into cosmic background radiation that was invisible to the naked eye.

But Shen Chong always felt strange.

He jumped a step aside.

Too much, I always feel that it's still on my body, warm!

He ran forward dozens of meters again, and then looked back at the sky. The holes that broke on the clouds were rapidly recondensing, but the radiation formed by the seven lights still made him feel faintly hot.

Shen Chong finally understood something.
Chapter completed!