Chapter 373 There is no God in the world, then we will become their gods

When Jingming was very young, he started participating in folk social fire activities with his father.

His father was the one who walked on stilts and played the role of Guan Gong.

He is the protagonist of Shehuo.

Jingming's father usually drinks three kilograms of liquor before playing Guan Gong. For ordinary people, three kilograms of liquor is considered a fatal dose.

But for those of them who play Guan Gong for a living on Shehuo, only three kilograms of wine can convince the villagers that he is really possessed by Guan Gong.

Jingming has never understood it.

It was clear that a moment ago he was an illiterate person who could not read or write, a low-class person who would not be respected anywhere.

But after smearing his face with red paint, drinking three kilograms of white wine, and his eyes blurred, he became the object of worship among the villagers.

"It's not me they're kneeling on, it's Guan Gong who I performed."

His father noticed his doubts and explained to him.

When Jingming was a child, he looked up at his father and asked curiously: "Is there really a martial saint?"

"No."

This is the affirmative answer given to him by his father, who plays Guan Gong.

"Martial Saint Yi Bo Yuntian, if he became a god, he would not watch us suffer and would have come to help us long ago."

His father gave Jingming a seemingly absurd but unexpectedly reasonable reason.

Jingming's little face was troubled, "Then why do they still want to worship you? It's obvious that even you, father, can figure it out."

"..."

The father was speechless, but could not refute

The father sighed and said something that a child might not understand: "Don't stand outside the quagmire and criticize those who are already trapped in the quagmire."

"They were... willingly deceived."

Seeing Jingming's confused eyes, his father stopped talking and just continued to sigh: "You will understand when you grow up."

Jingming continued to ask: "If there is no Martial Saint, are there other gods?"

"..."

My father was silent for a long time.

"Well, remember, there is no god in this world."

"Not before."

"There won't be one in the future either."

"Even if there is, what does that have to do with us?"

Jingming retorted: "He is a god. Just showing something from between his fingernails can make our lives a little better, right?"

"He is a god, why would he still pay attention to us ordinary people?"

The father's question stopped Jingming.

Jingming was speechless for a long time.

The father continued: "Do you know why we live in pain? Because we are human beings, with five emotions and six desires, pain, love and separation, and not being able to get what we want."

"What does it mean to be a god?"

"They don't have the pain we do, they won't be greedy, angry, jealous, and cry because of suffering, even if they accidentally lower their heads and see us."

"What will happen?" Jingming raised his head and asked expectantly.

"There are only two outcomes."

"Or they will ignore us like we ignore the ants beneath our feet."

"Or, they will be like us with ants, curious to stop and watch, and then... step on them without any burden."

"..."

When he was a child, Jingming didn't understand his father's words. He just looked at his father's face that was tortured to a ferocious state by three kilograms of liquor, and remembered these words deeply in his heart.

Years later.

Jingming took over his father's inheritance and acted as a non-existent martial saint, walking on stilts, drinking unpalatable white wine, and stepping over those who died from the plague.

Pray for them.

Even if his father died due to excessive drinking, he would continue to live for his livelihood.

Look at the person kneeling towards him.

Seeing the peasant woman crying bitterly, the front leg had just finished scolding God for being unfair, and the hind leg piously asked Wu Shengren to save their child.

Seeing the poor farmers in their families who have no food to eat, they still have to offer a bag of rice to "Guan Gong" on the day of Shehuo.

Jingming felt that these people were stupid and pitiful.

So he deliberately broke his stilts at an important social occasion and lay drunkenly on the ground, deliberately showing his "mortal" side.

Let them understand... there is no God in the world!

You are fooling yourselves!

If there really is a God, why not save his father?

If there really is a god, why would he, who plays the role of god, be so miserable?

But no one believed it.

They only thought that Jingming had not learned his father's skills at all and had lost the ability to possess Guan Gong. His father's death was not due to excessive drinking at all, but just... completing the task assigned to him by Guan Gong.

Even on the day his father died, the villagers spread the news that his father and Guan Gong died on the same day. This is...fucking auspiciousness!

After that day, Jingming disappeared in his hometown.

From now on, no one can drink three kilograms of white wine and stay awake on stilts. Shehuo has lost Guan Gong, and Daming Temple has gained a Jingming.

Jingming originally planned to die of old age in Daming Temple.

Until this day.

God really showed up.

Just like what his father said, he was like a person looking at an ant. With one kick... he took away Daming's stability and also took away the last trace of bottom line in Jingming's heart.

"I want to become a god."

"..."

This is the dream that anger has in its cocoon.

Like a revolving lantern, he walked through the events of the first half of his life.

As a part of Jingming's personality, he didn't know many things, especially why Jingming became a monk and why he would do such a thing.

The revolving door before death and the new life after breaking out of the cocoon helped him solve many mysteries.

Jingming made a determined effort to separate his five personalities: greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and suspicion, because he wanted to become a god, and his father's words "Gods have no humanity" became the basis for his change. Ming Yisheng's words.

When he played Guan Gong, he saw greedy landowners, angry fathers, and ignorant peasant women who had no independent opinions.

I have seen the Ming Emperor whose arrogance is like a mountain that covers his eyes.

And myself who is suspicious by nature.

Only by giving up humanity can one become a god.

Jingming doesn't want to be the ant his father calls him, and he also hates the ignorant people who "killed" his father.

Even after Jingming became a monk, he could see in the temple the same foolish believers as the villagers who knelt down to worship him.

People are all the same.

madness.

ignorance.

greedy.

arrogant.

suspicious.

If you want to become a god... you have to cut off these things.

So, there is greed, anger, ignorance, pride and doubt.

Anger finally understood why he was the most special, because Jingming was not a person who liked to be angry.

His anger comes from his father.

Because of the three kilograms of liquor that was like poison, the pain made my father's face become permanently ferocious, like "anger".

It wasn't the liquor he hated.

It’s not the ignorant kneelers who are angry.

What he resents is...this unfair world!

"Well, since there is no god in the world, then we will become their gods!"

"Hey, raise the knife in your hand, chop him, chop them!"

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