In modern society, everything is developing rapidly and all aspects are progressing rapidly.
QR codes can be placed on tombstones. When worshipping their ancestors in the future, the younger generation who have no memory of their elders can take out their mobile phones to scan the QR code and read the life stories of their ancestors.
Even if you really find ancestor worship boring, you can use your mobile phone to scan QR codes everywhere, say hello to the neighbors who have ancestors nearby, and get to know them.
But in Ying Gou's era, there was no such thing, and no one cared about garbage classification;
I guess Ying Gou just threw away the bones after eating them, leaving them piled up there;
Kick it again when you're bored, and it'll turn into a chair.
No one has a notebook to record the year, month, and day of the year when a certain animal lost its bones, how long the bones were, how wide they were, and what shape they were in…
You have to know that in ancient times, whenever the emperor visited a noble lady or a palace maid, there would be eunuchs beside him to record the time when the emperor visited someone on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, and the duration was two minutes, etc...
So,
Those who plant trees will enjoy the shade.
But this predecessor was too lazy...
The Bone Throne is so big that no one can count how many bones there are in it. As for choosing the ones that look like horns, there is really no way to do that;
Because there were so many things that looked like horns. After all, in that era, if you didn't have horns on your head and were considered a ferocious beast, you would be embarrassed to go out and say hello to your colleagues.
Moreover, Ying Gou seemed to have a special liking for the meat of ferocious beasts with horns on their heads. There were sharp protrusions around each layer of the throne, which made it feel like the horns were being used as nails.
And perhaps in pursuit of some kind of aesthetics or obsessive-compulsive disorder, Ying Gou should have specially repaired the throne, polishing the edges and corners or making it completely smooth or something.
As long as Ying Gou wanted to do it, there were few skilled craftsmen in the world who could match his skills, because he could make various changes to the original shape and state of the bones in ways that even Newton could hardly understand.
Zhou Ze placed his hand on the bone throne.
For a time,
A little confused.
Old Zhang also raised his head and looked at the throne, feeling a little dazed.
If it was just a math problem, that would be fine. We could all calm down and work it out. No matter how difficult it is, at least there is a single correct answer.
But the current one is a probability problem. It is not enough to calculate the probability. You still have to try them one by one.
How long will it take to try this
Zhou Ze had no choice but to turn his head and look at the Xiezhi who was about to break free from the chains, and waved to him.
road:
"Brother, use your nose to smell it, can you tell which one is your horn
You're welcome. I'll give it to you once I can tell which one it is. If you like it, you can take a few more bones as souvenirs."
The response was that the Xiezhi continued to roar.
I guess not.
That's it.
It’s a headache.
… … …
The old Taoist looked at the motionless Xiezhi and Ying Gou for a while, and then looked at the Bodhisattva.
He noticed the Bodhisattva putting his hand on the mask, and this scene made his eyes twitch.
If the environment and conditions were not unsuitable, the old Taoist really wanted to go up and personally persuade the Bodhisattva to control himself, because impulse is the devil.
We were all players of the same level before, so we naturally knew each other's special moves.
The old Taoist naturally understood what it meant if the Bodhisattva took off his mask.
first,
It means that the Bodhisattva will die.
When the two met for the first time a thousand years ago, the old Taoist asked the Bodhisattva why he wore a mask
The Bodhisattva’s answer was: I have not found the true Buddha, so I have no face to see people.
In other words, once you take off the mask, it means you have found the true Buddha.
However, forcing things to be completed before they have fully come to fruition often brings with it the most terrible side effects.
The true Buddha has not been found yet. All we can do is take off the mask and transform ourselves into the true Buddha. Then, like fireworks, it will shine brilliantly for a moment and then disappear.
The current situation is really a fight to the death;
Everyone is like a gambler, betting everything, no one can afford to lose, or in other words, the gamblers have lost all their humanity, until they are about to lose everything;
Will you admit defeat, or will you choose to drag the people at the opposite table to finish the game together
In this world, no one can really plan everything for sure. After all, you are not the only one who is eligible to sit at the table and bet.
The old Taoist originally thought that when the Xiezhi came out, it would kill the Bodhisattva. It would not matter whether the Bodhisattva had a mask or not, or whether the Bodhisattva had any back-up moves or not. The old Taoist would just close the door and release the dogs, and that would be enough.
Who would have thought,
Now it has ended up in such an embarrassing situation.
Inside, Xiezhi and Yinggou are still confronting each other. God knows what they are doing in the spiritual world.
Outside, the Bodhisattva is still watching with eager eyes, and is even ready to die together in the end.
The old Taoist suddenly felt that life was so difficult.
Thinking about how I have been planning since thousands of years ago,
I thought everything would go smoothly, but who knew that in the end, I still had to rely on gambling.
Like Bodhisattva, the old Taoist also doesn’t like gambling.
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. If you want to be a hero, you can still be a hero after 18 years. Such bold words sound very cool, but they are the words that the lower class like to shout.
Who among the true nobles would shout this
As for why the Bodhisattva hasn’t taken off his mask now
It's very simple. He is just waiting until the "negotiations" over there break down. If Xiezhi can take action to eliminate his target, he will be able to turn the tables.
The old Taoist simply sat down and crossed his legs.
Looking at the Bodhisattva, he showed a simple smile.
At the same time, the old Taoist pointed at Xiezhi and Ying Gou beside him and shouted:
"Look?"
After a while,
The Bodhisattva responded calmly:
"Look."
… … …
"You want to look at this one? And this one? And this one, too?"
With the help of Zhou Ze's fingernails, it was not difficult to dismantle the throne. At this time, what Boss Zhou was doing was to take the bones one by one and let the Xiezhi take a look first.
Zhou Ze found that the stupid dog had no other reaction except roaring, so he had no choice but to put bones on the Xiezhi's head one by one.
If you try the horn of Xiezhi, Xiezhi should not have no reaction.
Lao Zhang was helping to deliver the dog. At that moment, the two of them seemed to have turned into dog slaves and began to try their best to please the dog master.
One by one, one by one;
No success, no response, no effect...
I watched helplessly as the iron chain binding the Xiezhi began to crack.
Zhou Ze finally couldn't hold on any longer.
It’s not that I’m afraid of death, but I’m afraid that before I die, I’ll still be doing such ridiculous things.
There were only bones beneath him, but the throne over there was still majestic and towering.
What I dismantled myself was just the tip of the iceberg of the throne.
What a pity! What a pity!
Zhou Ze really feels a little regretful now. He should have stopped Ying Gou when he set fire to burn all the demons in the throne.
One reason is that it is possible that some of them can be differentiated into younger brothers, and it is impossible that all of them are Iron-Headed Kids. The second reason is that if they are still in the throne at this time, maybe they really know which bone is made from the horn of the Xiezhi.
It is normal for long-term tenants to know the layout of the house better than the landlord.
"Boss, come on, maybe the next one will be it?"
Lao Zhang is Lao Zhang after all, full of positive energy at all times.
Zhou Ze shrugged, took another bone from Lao Zhang and poked it into the Xiezhi's head.
have to,
Still no effect.
Zhou Ze threw the bone away and sighed:
"I just think it's stupid to try it this way."
"But, sir, it would be even more foolish to give up just before you find the next bone you're looking for."
“… …” Zhou Ze.
OK,
Keep trying.
“Click… click… click…”
The black rocks began to collapse, and there was a slight sound of breaking from the iron chain.
This Xiezhi, which was forcibly bound by Lao Zhang and an iron chain, was very close to escaping.
This feeling is a bit like a bomb disposal expert. The countdown for the bomb is about to end and the situation is very dangerous.
But Zhou Ze felt that he was much better than the bomb disposal expert, who was struggling over which wire to cut.
And I am:
Fuck, how long will it take me to cut so many wires
Suddenly,
Boss Zhou smiled and stood up.
"boss?"
Lao Zhang is really worried that his boss will give up.
In fact, Lao Zhang no longer has any desires. He has integrated into the Xiezhi and become a thought within the Xiezhi, but he really doesn't want anything to happen to his boss and the others, and to die at... "his" hands.
"I've figured out a way."
Zhou Ze walked to the throne with full confidence.
This time,
He did not use his fingernails to remove the bones from the throne and then bring them back to try one by one as he had done before. Instead, he simply bent down and lifted up the bone throne.
The Bone Throne is not that light, but this is a world of spiritual consciousness, so many rules are different from those in reality. In addition, the current Boss Zhou, if nothing else, at least still has some strength.
Lao Zhang just stood there and watched his boss move the throne.
Then he continued to watch helplessly as his boss came back carrying the throne;
"Boss, what are you doing..."
"Don't blame me, Lao Zhang." Zhou Ze smiled.
"What's the meaning?"
"Perhaps a thousand years from now, if you have the opportunity to come down to earth to investigate, you might find your own statues and portraits more... well, less pleasing to the eye."
"What?"
"Bang!"
At this moment, the iron chain that locked the Xiezhi broke!
"not good!"
Old Zhang let out a cry of surprise.
At this moment, Zhou Ze held the throne with both hands and smashed it down hard.
"puff!"
The base of the throne hit directly on the horn of the Xiezhi. The horn was very sharp and pierced into the base of the throne.
Zhou Ze immediately let go.
Took a few steps back.
"That should be enough. The others are just gifts for you. You're welcome."
at this time,
The image of Xiezhi is like this.
The body of a Tibetan mastiff,
There was a chair above his head that was as big as a small building.
But unfortunately,
Xiezhi's originally fierce gaze actually softened at this moment.
The red color is gradually fading.
First, there was sadness.
Then it turned into loneliness,
Then it became quiet again.
at last,
There was a touch of joy flowing out.
He even shouted happily:
“Wangwang!”