[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 64: Mud Buddha (16)

Regardless of whether you believe in God or not, and whether you respect God or not, Li Qingming's words are moving. But what he said in the tone of a bystander as if he had personally experienced it was even more terrifying.

He makes people hard to figure out whether he loves God or hates God.

Because Lin Huaisheng learned about the identity card from 751 in advance, he is now a bit of a dead end because of it. What exactly do villains and ghosts point to, and which one does Li Qingming correspond to. The original faction of the game has been broken, and the purpose of the players is unknown. Now it seems that Lin Huaisheng has the initiative, but there is not much progress in the mission.

As Li Qingming said, the villagers did not act bewitched by the statue, but from their hearts. Their snatching of the statue seemed more like they could not accept the defilement of the statue. Hundreds of years of golden bodies have deprived the human beings in these mountains of the opportunity to be rich in body and soul. Therefore, idols seem to represent their beliefs more than gods. When the whip of the river god was whipped on their bodies, these people realized that they could no longer get close to the statue of the god, so they fell to the ground in a prostrate posture, curled up like shriveled shells, which made people feel unspeakable. taste. So far, everything Li Qingming said is correct.

He gave kind reminders indiscriminately, reminding the villagers to remind the gods, so that people could not see his true purpose clearly. It is a headache to fight against such people, but Lin Huaisheng still has to be vigilant all the time.

Lin Huaisheng explained: "'Idols are defaced, gods fall into deities', it is true, but I am not."

But everyone was too silent. Sui Lin's expression was strange, he was stuck in his own world, even if Lin Huaisheng came slowly at this moment, he seemed to be unable to escape from his imagination. In fact, the players of several identity cards have their own thoughts.

At present, Lin Huaisheng has played too few dungeons, and he still doesn't have a clear understanding of the mechanism of the game. He didn't know whether other players had the same tasks as his own, so he could only make assumptions. If there were indeed overlapping tasks, then in terms of finding the culprit, the confrontation between factions was no longer the superficial belief in gods, but the relationship between the murderer and the culprit. The contest of the innocent. In fact, the so-called camp in this dungeon is probably not absolute, and players can change positions and choose teammates accordingly. The player of the real murderer card is very likely to confuse the public, pass the suspicion on to other players, and affect everyone's judgment.

Li Qingming asked: "Why can the Bodhisattva be so sure?"

Only Li Qingming's voice, only Li Qingming's eyes, but it seems to be more than that, concerned, hesitant, obvious, hidden... Li Qingming seems to be the epitome of everything , asking instead of everyone.

So even though he was alone on the surface, it was enough to push Lin Huaisheng to the opposite of everyone.

"Before the statue splattered blood, didn't I already be stripped from it by you?" Lin Huaisheng said.

"My believers no longer recognize that I am a god in their hearts, and that statue no longer belongs to me... In this way, I was saved by accident."

Li Qingming can be aggressive with a hidden knife in his smile, and Lin Huaisheng can also use these words Will play around.

The Bodhisattva drooped his eyes, and his tone was flat, but his words were like a blunt knife cutting flesh. The paralyzed person woke up because of this, and felt great shame and pain in the aftermath. Emotions are enough to affect the flesh, and some people are trembling faintly. Lin Huaisheng looked around, Sui Rin was like this, his piety was enough to kill himself, and Li Qingming's trembling, after Lin Huaisheng identified it, he found that he was excited.

Human emotions are strong enough that they no longer need tribute and incense as an intermediary. Gods devour beliefs and also experience these emotions. Lin Huaisheng ate Sui Lin's and Li Qingming's.

He is full of calculation, but also full of piety.

He is the most abundant and complex projection of human emotions, so that Lin Huaisheng also pondered whether he is one of them.

...

After Lin Huaisheng proved his innocence, the atmosphere in the temple calmed down.

The torrential rain never stopped, but they couldn't sit still in the temple. The clues on the side of the statue were temporarily cut off, so Lin Huaisheng discussed with the God of the River, starting with the villagers in the mountains and forests who recovered after their bones were turned into bones. Several people divided into two groups. Lin Huaisheng and Zhao You stayed in the temple to guard the statue and Li Qingming, while the River God took Wang Yang and Sui Lin out to search.

After the three left, there was no sound in the temple. At the beginning Zhao You was actively looking for topics to chat with Lin Huaisheng, but as he talked, his voice gradually disappeared. After the extremely tragic lesson, everyone could only endure the hunger in silence. The people left in the bodhisattva temple are nothing more than ordinary people. You don't need to calculate how many days they can last. People are not sages, and it is not easy to overcome their desires and instincts. The rain outside the temple is dangerous, but it is also tormenting inside the temple. This small space has completely become an isolated island besieging a group of people.

Even the gods in distress don't have to suffer from hunger and poverty. At this moment, only Lin Huaisheng suffers the most. His silence is more about thinking about the dungeon's doubts. In comparison, Li Qingming is really special. He seemed to have completely overcome the flesh's pursuit of desire, even though his face was haggard, his attitude was still calm.

"Bodhisattva, can you do me a favor."

He was also bold.

Lin Huaisheng wanted to see what tricks he was playing, so he nodded, "You tell me."

Li Qingming was bound by Lin Huaisheng, and every movement was difficult for him, not to mention whether he could maintain his habit of being clean and well-behaved. He didn't mind showing Lin Huaisheng his embarrassment, smiling as if he was willing to accept any doubts and controls Lin Huaisheng had on him. He is different from Sui Lin, but like Sui Lin, he uses his own way to exalt the gods, and the gods can also get supreme satisfaction and pleasure from him.

The gods and the kidnapped believers are like deformed kidnappers and hostages... Stockholm.

"Bodhisattva, what are you thinking?"

Lin Huaisheng's thoughts returned from his first copy. He did think a little far away, but Li Qingming's voice was too close, as if it was ringing in his ear.

Lin Huaisheng stared at Li Qingming for a few seconds, and the other party responded with a calm and gentle smile.

"Bodhisattva, come closer."

Li Qingming was not vigilant at all, as if there was no barrier between him and the Bodhisattva. He raised his face so high that even the fragile human throat was exposed.

His smile was a little helpless: "The wound on the bridge of my nose is covered with sweat, and the glasses are not comfortable when pressed."

He is the only one who wears glasses here, and now the mirror holder has slipped on his previous wound, and the feeling can be imagined And know. Lin Huaisheng understood Li Qingming's subtext, and hoped that he could help him with his glasses. It seems that there is no closer relationship between them.

Lin Huaisheng examined him.

Seeing this, Li Qingming said with a smile: "Why does the Bodhisattva always guard against me like this? Can't you feel my piety?

" A large bundle of incense, thinking of his specious "advice" during the process, the reason why he can still be compared with Sui Lin is precisely because Lin Huaisheng can still get the power of faith from him.

This has become an unspoken secret between gods and believers. Li Qingming seemed to have grasped the Bodhisattva with this, but Lin Huaisheng didn't like to see him win.

As the Bodhisattva approached, he bent down and agreed to Li Qingming's request. The fingertips were pressed against the frame, and at first the slight pressure made the mirror holder touch the wound more deeply, and the tiny salt in the sweat stimulated the pain. Li Qingming subconsciously frowned and closed his eyes. Lin Huaisheng observed his pain, and at the same time gently gave away the glasses. Reposition the bridge of the nose. Li Qingming opened his eyes, and the pain seemed to be fleeting. Through the lens, he and Lin Huaisheng looked at each other, and they could still clearly convey sincerity.

The bodhisattva does good deeds, but his heart is not compassionate. Otherwise, Li Qingming's wounds can be healed, and his words are naturally not compassionate.

"Yes. But why do I want your piety? Sui Lin is also devout, and he is still loyal. Wouldn't it be better for me to choose him?"

Li Qingming looked at Lin Huaisheng fixedly. After a long while, it seemed that he had told such an incredible joke. His brows and eyes are full of smiles.

"Does a Bodhisattva really only need one person's love?"

He misunderstood and changed the concept secretly, saying that piety is love. But piety is not love.

"No one person can monopolize the gods,"

Li Qingming said.

"How can one person's love satisfy the gods?"

Nor can the gods be supported.

...

Even after Lin Huaisheng and Li Qingming had nothing to say, the Bodhisattva Temple was really depressing and dead silent. Almost everyone longed to be able to fall asleep. It is best to wake up from a big dream. There is no heavy rain, no big river, and all natural disasters When it ends, there is no need to think about who ends it, they will be saved naturally.

As time passed, it even reached night, but the River God and the others still hadn't come back.

Lin Huaisheng was worried, but there were more people in the Bodhisattva Temple. He couldn't leave easily, so he had to wait.

I don't know when it is late at night, the strong wind outside the temple blows the doors and windows in bursts, those who can sleep are in a daze, those who can't sleep struggle with hunger, they retch occasionally, but there is nothing to vomit at all, and finally hope to vomit. Probably a craving for food.

Among all living beings, these villagers are just the smallest microcosm of them. They are ignorant and pitiful, like pieces of swaying grass, working hard for various desires, and in the end they will always struggle to survive.

It's pathetic for them to look like gods, even if they are under Lin Huaisheng's seat, Lin Huaisheng can't help them.

It is obviously a completely different world, but Lin Huaisheng thought of his own past. Human life is fleeting, and every minute and every second is precious. Trying to fill every moment of life is Lin Huai's idea when he was living, and it is also the reason why he likes this game. Stimulation and extreme are only among them a part.

"I'm so hungry..."

Lin Huaisheng heard the hoarse murmurs of the villagers behind him, and understood that they might want to say more than that. The tragedy of human beings lies in the restrained desires, but what is wonderful is not in the desires.

"God..."

"Idol..."

"I'm so hungry..."

However, there were more and more murmuring voices. Something was wrong, Lin Huaisheng turned around quickly.

At some point, the villagers woke up. They stared straight at Zhao You, greedily and longingly dismantled Zhao You in their eyes, and Zhao You leaned on the wooden box and slept in a daze, unaware of the danger.

"He is so lucky...to be able to see the statue of the god, to be able to get in the rain..."

"Is it true that God loves him the most?"

"Then if we eat him, we will be blessed as well..."