The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Zhao Si leaned back on the back of the chair, lit a cigarette with trembling hands, his mobile phone was still ringing, and countless people were chatting with him. But Zhao Si didn't care about it, his mind was already in a mess.

coincide?

It should be a coincidence that the marshal of the Qin State Army happened to be called Wei Xi, and the story she wrote happened to be almost the same as the story told by Brother Yi. It happened that one of them was called Wei Xi and the other was called Li Changsheng.

"Fuck! How can there be so many coincidences!"

Zhao Si clenched his fists and trembled, and a crazy idea burst out in his mind, which made him wonder if he was also suffering from a neuropathy.

Even if Brother Yi really went to another world, it was a matter of another world, how could it appear in reality?

As a highly educated materialist, the last thing Zhao Si believed in were ghosts and ghosts, and soon he suppressed his unrealistic thoughts.

"Yes, it should be a coincidence, it must be. As for this coincidental popularity, it may be able to make a fortune... Forget it, grab the wool of the town's state-level bigwigs, it's like lighting a lamp in a latrine, courting death."

There are tens of millions of traffic on a single platform, even if half of it is water, it is very amazing. It is estimated that the popularity of other platforms is not low. After a period of brewing, it is only a matter of time before it spreads across the six countries. Zhao Si has no doubt that he wants to "be famous all over the world", and it is not impossible to make millions or tens of millions if he can reasonably monetize the traffic.

He has already figured out how to monetize, the simplest and crudest way is to live broadcast and sell gimmicks.

But the problem is that it takes a life-saving flower. Wei Xi is obviously not within the reach of ordinary people like him, let alone used for hype. Considering the diplomatic risks, it might be blocked in a short while.

Boom boom boom.

There was a knocking sound in his ear, and Zhao Si turned his head to see someone standing outside, with beige short sleeves and jeans, with an ordinary face but a hint of fierceness, and a burly figure with obvious muscles on his arms.

Zhao Si pulled down the car window, and asked with doubts on his face, "What's the matter?"

The man asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Zhao Si Zhao?"

Zhao Si nodded, and the man took out a black book with Zhou Guo's police badge on the cover.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm from the Chathe Road Police Station in Qingzhou Prefecture. There are some things that require you to come with us."

police? Could it be because of the story I wrote on the platform?

As a good law-abiding citizen, Zhao Si has never littered garbage, not to mention committing crimes. In the past few decades, the number of times I have entered the police station can be counted on the fingers, and I have not been called in for questioning once. The only possibility that comes to mind right now is the story from yesterday.

It is reasonable for the police to come to question the state-level affairs of Qin Guozhen.

Fuck, why were your hands so cheap yesterday!

Zhao Si took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Okay, I need to call my family."

The policeman nodded: "Yes."

When Zhao Si got out of the car, he saw that there were four policemen around him, each with a gun on his waist, which made him shiver, and vaguely felt that things were not as simple as he thought.

Questioning may be an excuse.

Zhou State is the country with the strictest gun control among the six countries. Under normal circumstances, the police are not equipped with guns. They are only equipped with guns for serious violent crimes. For example, there are injuries, robbery, drug trafficking, etc., and summons are obviously not in this category.

And being able to be equipped with guns shows that none of these five people are auxiliary police officers.

Wait, isn't a summons usually a phone call? Why did 5 cops with guns come to me? Zhou Guo's public security resources are not rich enough to use 5 police officers casually on me, an ordinary person.

Zhao Si's hand that tapped the screen visibly trembled. No matter how calm he was, he was still an ordinary person, and it was impossible not to be afraid of five policemen with guns.

This scene fell into the eyes of the leading policeman, who comforted him, "Don't be nervous, we won't hurt you, on the contrary, we are here to protect you."

"Protection?" Zhao Si was even worse, "Mr. Police, I'm just an ordinary citizen, and I haven't provoked anyone."

"You will find out when you go to the police station." The policeman suddenly pressed the Bluetooth headset on his ear. "Got it, I understand...Mr. Zhao, the situation has changed. You can report it in the car if you are safe. We have to go to the police station immediately."

Before Zhao Si agreed, the police carried him all the way into the police car. He dared not cooperate with the large number of opponents who were equipped with guns.

The only reassuring thing is that the police did not confiscate his mobile phone after getting in the car, but actually asked him to make a call. And Zhao Si first called his parents to explain the situation, reporting his safety was not to let them not worry, but to let his family know where he had gone.

"Brother Qiang, traffic control ahead."

The police car slowed down slightly, and Zhao Si also saw the traffic police ahead continuously stopping the vehicles and checking them one by one.

Just when he was wondering why the traffic was controlled on this section of the road, the leader of the policeman called Brother Qiang said something astonishing.

"Look for a chance to rush over."

Zhao Si was stunned and asked, "Why did you break through the traffic control? Aren't you the police?"

The leading police officer smiled and said, "The traffic police have cooperated with the cleaning department of the road cleaning company since the reorganization five years ago. If you fall into their hands, things will be troublesome."

"Ah?" Zhao Si was stunned. He had never heard of the cooperation between the traffic police and any road cleaning company, and he couldn't understand why these people wanted him.

He is just an ordinary person, how can He De attract the competition from the officials.

While speaking, Brother Qiang saw the opportunity and slammed on the accelerator. The police car instantly passed a large number of traffic policemen and rushed out of the traffic control. Although it is traffic control, there is no road blocking device, which is obviously a temporary arrangement.

The outside suddenly became a mess, and police motorcycles sounded their sirens and chased after the police cars. A very magical picture appeared in front of many citizens, a police car and the traffic police started a street chase.

Zhao Si shouted hysterically: "Help!!!"

No matter how you look at it, these people have problems!

"Sit tight, we'll be there soon!"

The police car went on a rampage, running through several red lights, and after a few beautiful drifts, it managed to get rid of the traffic police behind it. The police cheered, only Zhao Si almost vomited out.

After 10 minutes, chat with the road police station.

Zhao Si walked out of the police car with weak legs, and seeing that he had really arrived at the police station, he couldn't help showing a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The process was tortuous, but at least it really came to the police station.

He was greeted by an old policeman, and he introduced himself: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Zhang Kelin. I am sorry to invite you in this way. I know you are confused, but this is not a place for conversation."

Zhao Si was taken to the director's office. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were immediately attracted by the figure sitting on the sofa, a young man in Taoist robes, and a policewoman.

Taoist priest?

Surprised, Zhao Si didn't make a sound. There were enough bizarre things that happened today, and he wouldn't be surprised if anything else happened.

"Mr. Zhao, please sit down." Zhang Kelin pointed to a seat slightly inside, and then introduced the strange Taoist priest to him.

"This is the Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, whose name is Miaoyun."

Taoist Miaoyun nodded slightly to him, and Zhao Si replied, "Hello."

The female policeman didn't introduce her. She held a pen and a notebook in her hand, her expression was indifferent like a machine.

Zhang Kelin sat next to the Taoist priest, and Zhao Si sat across from them. For some reason, he always felt that the two people in front of him were very wary of him.

Zhang Kelin said straight to the point: "Mr. Zhao, the main reason for inviting you here is the story you posted on the Internet last night. It may involve some secrets, and we need to confirm it."

"Where did you know that story? Who told you? Or was it your own?"

"I made it up." Zhao Si replied without hesitation. After calming down, he confirmed one thing. Brother Yi is probably the main reason.

It all started with that story.

"..."

The scene fell into silence for a while, and the director and the Taoist exchanged a look.

drop!

The voice came from the policewoman, her hand seemed to be pulling out an afterimage, as if she was recording something. At the same time, Zhao Si noticed the instrument on her chest, the size of a thumb, black and iron in color, and his intuition told him that it was a recording device.

Zhang Kelin continued to ask: "Mr. Zhao, do you know that the story you wrote is exactly the same as the autobiography of Qin State Marshal Wei Xi?"

Isn't that a small story written by big people bored? Why is it called autobiography?

"I know, but it's not exactly the same, it's just the same at the beginning." Zhao Si's expression was well managed, at least there was no obvious abnormality.

"Why the same? Have you met someone recently?"

"It should be a coincidence. I was so angry about [the first sword on the shore, beheading the person I like first], and I wanted to write about my predecessor's literature, but I didn't expect it to be popular by accident." Zhao Si looked around and said to him, " That's all I know, officer, can I go?"

According to Zhou's law, a summons cannot exceed 24 hours. Although it has not been an hour now, he also has the right to ask to leave.

The three of them whispered briefly and kept eye contact. Zhang Kelin looked at the Taoist priest, who shook his head slightly, and then looked at the policewoman, as if asking for advice... The three of them moved frequently and made frequent eye contact, as if countless messages were being conveyed silently.

In the end, the policewoman took out a tablet, swipe it with her fingertips for tens of seconds, and handed it to Zhang Kelin.

Zhang Kelin looked at the tablet with an unknown smile, put it on the table with a bang, and said: "Li Yi, 29 years old, native of Yucheng, Qingzhou, junior high school education, became a vegetative state due to a car accident, just woke up recently, separated in Yucheng North Urban and rural hospitals and Qingzhou First Hospital have treated..."

Zhao Si's face suddenly sank.

Yucheng, Hanshui Village.

On a boulder on the hillside, Li Yi sat on it and looked down quietly. Countless houses spread out like leaves along the road.

A small village that can be seen everywhere, with a population of less than 10,000, is more than ten kilometers away from the urban area. It takes up to 40 minutes to go back and forth by bus, and up to an hour by electric car. It is said to be a rural area, but in fact it is more like a sub-district of Yucheng. Most of the villagers no longer farm. They all go to the urban area to work or start small businesses at home.

Li Yi's house was still where it was ten years ago, halfway up a mountain, surrounded by his Li family's residence, but now most of the people have moved to the road at the foot of the mountain, leaving only the solitary lights of Li Yi's house in the ancestral hall. Originally, their family was also planning to move out, and even the foundation was laid, but it was a pity that they sold it to the uncle's family in order to make up for the medical expenses.

He estimated by himself that the family owed about 2.1 million before and after.

500,000 belonged to relatives, 600,000 belonged to Xiaosi, 150,000 belonged to the bank, and I don’t know who the rest belonged to. From 6 years ago, someone sent money to his father's account every month. At first, it was 1,000, 2,000, and later it was 10,000, 20,000, and even 30,000.

Li's father didn't know who dared to use it, and he didn't take it out to treat himself until the end of the mountain. However, he still stubbornly wrote an IOU by himself, with only his signature on it.

"There is no hope for re-study, and my family can't afford the expensive re-study fee. I'll go to work when my body recovers. I heard that Donghai has developed, and it's a good choice. The construction site can also be considered soon. But I It is impossible to take care of this body in a few years, and it is impossible to lie at home during this time."

Li Yi looked at himself, as if he knew nothing but practice, and the only thing he had done for five thousand and seven hundred years was to comprehend the world. Thinking about it now is a bit of a waste. If it were a scientist, would he have developed controllable nuclear fusion and a spaceship at the speed of light, but he didn't become a fairy after five thousand years?

Suddenly he looked up at the sky, near evening, the sun and the moon were shining together. His senses were infinitely magnified, and a corner of the dust-covered altar was wiped away. Under the thick dust, there was a feather-like Dao rhyme of auspicious light, a brilliance that was as high as the sky.

The wind blowing from the East China Sea suddenly stopped, the sun hundreds of millions of kilometers away and the moon 384,400 kilometers away were dim, and there was only one person on the cold water hillside.

He is like a black hole, absorbing prayers from nowhere, plundering the aura that is as scarce as a mayfly in the world.

Exhale and inhale, the Lingtai opens.

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"What should we do in the Dharma-ending era? Old Daoist, do you have dementia? Why do you want this?"

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Li Changsheng's every breath moved the aura of heaven and earth, and his every move caused the wind and clouds to gather and disperse.

Below is the ten thousand zhang demon abyss, where black and dense demon clouds are tumbling endlessly. I don't know how many monsters wander in it, and how many great demons howl in it. The only thing the world knows is that if any one escapes at random, it will be a heinous murder.

Li Changsheng just sat there, and none of the demons dared to take a step out of the demon abyss.

The old Daoist with a sense of immortality clasped his hands and humbly asked for advice: "The aura of heaven and earth is not endless. We monks refine Qi and transform it into essence, and change our fate against the sky. If one day, the aura is cut off, where should we monks go?"

It is an indisputable fact that the aura of heaven and earth is decreasing. Everyone can feel that the aura is getting worse every year, and the number of newly born Huashen is less and less, and it is no longer the former prosperity.

"Dogs worry about mice, old man, can you live to that time?" Li Changsheng chuckled, and Gu Jing Wubo's eyes seemed to pierce him instantly, and everything in the world seemed to be able to escape these eyes.

"There is no hope of surviving the catastrophe in this life." The old Taoist who was ridiculed did not get angry at all, but bent his waist even lower, "I ask the immortal to answer."

Li Changsheng replied: "Without spiritual energy, it will naturally disappear. You practice, alchemy, Qi training, talismans, formations, etc. Everything needs spiritual energy, just like a fish needs water. This is the destiny and cannot be violated."

"Destiny." The old Taoist lost his mind for a moment, then turned his eyes to the peerless immortal in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched for a while, and finally summoned up his courage to ask, "What about you?"

"I?"

Li Changsheng shook his head, but it wasn't as bad as the old Taoist imagined.

"I don't know, I don't know the results of things I haven't tried."

I don't know, is it possible for a living immortal to practice in a world without spiritual energy? !

"I beg the immortal to answer!" The old Taoist knelt down, and Li Changsheng bent down and put his hand on his forehead. Just staying for a second was enough for him to brag, "the immortal caresses my forehead, and my hair will be long-lived." '

The old Taoist felt that the sky and the earth were skipping over his head, all things penetrated into his soul, and thousands of mountains and rivers were in his arms.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he suddenly raised his head, his face full of astonishment.

"It's... you don't have magic power?"

"Aura and mana are just another name. It's the same to me. It's the same whether I have aura or not. I practice Tao, not aura."

"Can you practice in a world without aura?"

"I don't know, but my practice is obviously not what you need. Without spiritual energy, even I can't move mountains and fill seas."