Text Chapter 1647: The Soul Is Injured

If this foodie said it was a good wine, then the wine must be good. However, the old lunatic was not a foodie, so he didn't care about the so-called good wine or bad wine, and casually replied: "You must be right when you say it is good wine."

Seeing that the old madman agreed with his words, the big man nodded and said: "Don't talk about anything else, just eat and drink. There is absolutely no one in the God Realm who eats more than me." The old madman smiled and said: "Are you talking good or bad? I should How to understand?"

The big man thought about it and realized that this sentence really didn't sound good, so he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter how you hear it, that's all."

The two of them drank and chatted. The old madman took Zhang Ai's place, but Zhang Ai was still looking at the starry sky below.

He is a god, he can send his soul into any starry sky at will, and he can easily find out anything that happens in that starry sky. In the past, he rarely checked so thoroughly. Usually he would withdraw his soul after knowing that nothing happened in the starry sky, and would not pay attention to what was happening in each starry sky.

At that time, he didn't care about this. There were too many stars and too many things to do, and he was only one person. Even if he could see it, how could he be so busy? So most of them just ignore it. But today, he divided his soul into several parts and sent them into many starry skies respectively. He watched the things in the starry sky with a detached attitude, and was quite emotional.

At this moment, he felt like a god, high above, not interested in the fireworks of the world, and just watching what was happening in the starry sky below. Everything has nothing to do with me, but I am just waiting and watching.

And he just waited and watched, no matter what happened in the starry sky below, whether it was hatred, grievance or unfairness. It's all just waiting and watching, and finally like a god just waiting and watching without interfering in those things according to my own preferences.

After watching it for a while, I felt that I had become cold-blooded. How can we allow injustice to exist but do nothing. Especially when he saw that many lonely and weak people could only pray helplessly and hopelessly to the sky after being bullied, he still remained unmoved. Although he was very unhappy in his heart, he also wanted to solve those unfair things. But he actually sat still. There is only one reason. There are too many unfair things. As long as there are people, there will be people being bullied. Something unfair has happened. Is it possible to kill all these people?

Zhang was afraid that he was not happy to begin with. Now that he had seen what happened in the lower world, he felt even more depressed. He watched it for a long time. Suddenly he turned around and asked, "What do you think when you see someone praying to God?"

This sentence was a question to the old madman, but the big man was the first to say: "It is better to ask for heaven and earth than to ask for yourself, why else ask for God?" Zhang was afraid that he didn't like this answer. He shook his head slightly and said nothing. The old madman took a sip of wine, thought about it and said: "There are always injustices. Don't talk about the lower world, just talk about the divine world. If you are bullied, what's the point of fairness? That's how things are in the world. Whoever has the big fist will be justified. , if you have big fists, you can help others at will, and if others have big fists, they can flatten you at will. As long as you are in this world of gods, there will never be fairness, so it doesn't matter whether you ask for help from gods or not. How to survive."

Zhang Wen also didn't like this answer. At this time, in the lower starry sky, on the few planets that his soul was scanning, several wars were taking place at the same time. Countless people were fighting to the death. He just watched and watched. The blood flowed like a river, and he looked at the mountains of corpses, but he was completely motionless. In more places, various disasters such as landslides, tsunamis, earthquakes, fires, and floods continue to occur one after another. Countless lives have disappeared in these disasters, and they have died pitifully and helplessly.

After only watching for a while, Zhang was afraid that he had seen enough, so he took back his soul very unhappily, thinking that he should go back to Tianlei Mountain. Since he could not protect and help everyone, he had to protect the closest people, but at this moment In an instant, the soul took it back, but Zhang Wen actually vomited!

He was a man of God, with no internal organs in his body, no stomach or heart, but he vomited, bent over, opened his mouth and spurted out a pool of yellow water.

After spitting out these things, Zhang was stunned and didn't understand what was going on. The big man and the old madman were equally stunned, as if they had seen the weirdest thing in the world, with disbelief on their faces.

Looking at the pool of yellow water on the ground, the big man asked in a low voice: "Tell me, are you kidding me, right?" Since returning from the small town last time, Zhang was afraid that he had become abnormal, but no matter how abnormal it was, it was just a matter of mood. , and now, even the body is having problems.

Zhang Feng didn't answer and looked down at the pool of yellow water. He didn't know what he was throwing up. Usually when drinking and eating, it is all about eating. As soon as those things enter the stomach, they will be decomposed immediately. The useful ones are absorbed by the meridians, and the useless ones are excreted. They can never be retained in the stomach. So, this pool of yellow water is Where did it come from?

Seeing that he didn't speak, the old madman used his spiritual mind to scan Zhang Wei's body. He didn't find any problems, so he frowned and asked, "What are these?"

Zhang Wei still didn't answer, and looked at the yellow water in a daze for a while, then sighed softly and scanned it with his spiritual mind. There was no divine energy, no spiritual energy, or even any energy in the yellow water. It was just a puddle of ordinary yellow water.

After checking, he shook his head with a wry smile, looked up at the old madman, and said softly: "Originally, I wanted to ask you, what is the purpose of the existence of the divine world, and also what is the purpose of the existence of gods and men; could it be this? Now, you are just cultivating yourself and watching injustice happen one by one? Is this the God that ordinary people burn incense and pray to?"

As he spoke, he gently shook his head and sighed: "It's not even as good as the lower realm of Buddha. Those great monks will always go around to solve some injustices, and they will always promote the Buddha's ideas and teach people to be good. But we Are these higher beings just looking at you and saying, "You can only rely on yourself?"

Seeing Zhang Wei vomiting and starting to talk nonsense again, the big man became extremely nervous and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?" He also used his spiritual mind to scan Zhang Wei's body, but no problem was found either.

Zhang Awei chuckled and said, "I don't know what's wrong. I feel like this body is not my own."

Seeing that Zhang Weifang was fine, the old lunatic smiled bitterly and said, "I've learned so much knowing you." Zhang Weifang smiled and said, "I also think you've been very knowledgeable." As soon as he said this, his body suddenly felt something was wrong, and he instinctively opened his mouth. , spurting out a mouthful of blood, shooting towards the old madman like an arrow.

The old madman dodged to avoid it, watched the blood arrow fly away, then fell to the ground and splashed, and said in a deep voice: "You are injured."

Zhang Awei shook his head: "Even if you are injured, you may not vomit blood." The big man didn't care about that and said directly: "Lie down, lie down, take a rest first, and then I will take you to the Transformation Pool."

In order not to worry the big man too much, Zhang Han lied down as instructed, and then said: "My body is fine, I don't know what's going on."

The old madman didn't say anything. He walked over to him and checked it carefully. Then he sighed and said, "Your body is indeed fine. Your soul is injured." Zhang Ain asked, "The soul is injured? Why can't I check it out?"

The old madman shook his head and said: "I don't know why you can't find out. I think it's because of the injury. Just have a good rest. The soul is injured, and it's useless to go to the Shenhua Pond."

Hearing what the old madman said, the big man also checked Zhang Ping's soul. After looking at it carefully, he sighed: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken you to find the treasure of the fixed beast."

Zhang was indeed injured, and it was serious. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that this guy has been tortured by the beast for a while. No matter how powerful the heart of God is and how he can protect his body from harm, what about his soul? How could it not be injured.

Not only was he injured, but it was so serious that he couldn't even detect it. Such a serious injury, coupled with the fact that he had been unhappy and depressed all the time, made the injury worse. When the condition worsened, he became obsessed with caring about the creatures in the lower world. After seeing many tragic things, his mind fluctuated again, so he would vomit yellow water and blood.

Yellow water is the product of the soul healing itself after being injured. It is completely useless, and spitting it out will not necessarily make it any better. He vomited blood again, which was his body telling him that the injury was serious and he should stop messing around.

At this time, Zhang Wen was lying on the ground, with a faint expression of sadness on his face. He was not sad about his own injuries, but sad about the helplessness of the creatures in the lower world.

The old madman was smart and shook his head and said: "That's it. Don't think about anything else. Think about happy things."

Zhang Ying smiled and said: "You just said that you have experienced a lot with me, and now you have seen me again. It is rare to see the soul of a god being injured, right?"

The old lunatic smiled bitterly and said: "It's very rare. It's very rare to see you. I just don't understand that you can survive the horrific torture of the Immortal Well. Your soul is already so strong that it's unimaginable. Why are you still hurt?"

Zhang Awei smiled and said, "How do I know?" After saying these five words, his head felt dizzy and his vision went dark. Zhang Awei, a powerful person in the God Realm, actually fainted.

When this happened, the big man was completely confused. How could this happen? Can even a god faint? On the one hand, he was worried about Zhang Awei, on the other hand, he hated himself for causing trouble, and on the other hand, he was scolding the beast, "Why didn't that bastard die earlier?"

The old madman was also stunned. He was still talking, and no injuries could be found. But just after the injuries were found, this guy fainted? I quickly used my soul to scan Zhang Awei's body. After checking again and again, it was still the same. His body was fine, but my soul was severely injured. Since he fainted, his injuries have become more obvious.

The big man was very anxious and asked the old madman: "What should I do?" The old madman shook his head and said nothing. He didn't know what to do. When the soul is injured, it usually heals on its own. No one who has an injured soul dares to give it to others for treatment; and no one dares to easily help others heal the soul.

The reason why a god-man becomes a god-man is because of the existence of a powerful soul, which is the foundation of god. It has a very strong self-healing ability, and it can also defend against attacks and fight back. If you want to heal the soul, you must be prepared to withstand the attacks that the soul may bring. In this way, more serious problems may easily occur. causing the injury to worsen.

Seeing him shaking his head, the big man became angry and shouted: "What are you shaking your head for? Get treatment quickly and help him heal his injuries."

The old madman smiled bitterly and said, "I think so too, but how to cure it?" To be continued. .

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