Hearing that Zhai Chen intends to join the club, Mrs. Xiong was very enthusiastic and decided to take him there in the afternoon: "There are classes every day, and the lectures are very good, you will know when you listen."
"Brother Chen..." Yazi looked at Zhai Chen with disapproval.
Zhai Chen winked at him, turned his head and smiled and ate another piece of pork ribs: "That's good, I just happened to be fine today."
After the meal, the old lady was very happy to prepare to go out. She neatly packed the "teaching materials" and put them in the grocery shopping bag. Then she went to the kitchen to pack up the snacks that were fried in the morning and prepared to give them to the brothers and sisters in the meeting. He still sang a little tune in his mouth:
[The planets revolve around the stars, the stars revolve around the Milky Way, the Milky Way revolves around the universe, and the universe revolves around the gods. You and I are both electrons, descending into this mortal world.]
The words are filled in neatly, and the tune is very similar to the soundtrack of square dance, with the rhythm of "moving and hitting", which is very easy to remember. After listening to it twice, it will automatically play in my mind on a loop.
"Brother Chen, let's go with my mother, this day the seminar sounds like a pyramid scheme." Now that the words are out of the way, it will be easier to deal with later, Yaozi doesn't want to trouble Zhai Chen anymore, and it's very difficult to borrow money from him. I'm sorry, it's really unreasonable to let him waste time listening to MLM classes.
"You?" Zhai Chen looked up and down at Harrier, "Let's say goodbye. When you look back, people think you're smashing the scene, and start fighting again."
"Just hit, I'm still afraid of them?" Harrier patted his strong biceps.
"Let's go!" Zhai Chen kicked him, "This has to be outsmarted, do you understand?"
"Chenchen, let's go." Auntie Xiong changed her clothes and carried a large pocket of fried snacks, like a primary school student who was going on an outing. Zhai Chen responded and asked Yazi to go back to work, and followed Mrs. Xiong out.
The lecture place is not far from his house, in a self-built residential house. This house is bigger than the Harrier's house. Four-story building, more than a dozen rooms, the gray cement building is square and square, and every window is installed with stainless steel anti-theft net. From a distance, it looks like an unfinished unit building with no exterior walls, or a black guest house operated without a license.
Mrs. Xiong took him in. There was no yard in this house, and after entering the gate, it was the inside of the house. The first floor looks like a normal household, with old sofas, tables and chairs, and cheap orange-yellow flower tiles. A kid with a runny nose sat on the sofa, eating popsicles with dusty feet up. Low-quality popsicles dyed with food coloring are eaten and melted, and they are dripped on clothes and then wiped with hands.
Seeing someone come in, the child didn't lift his eyes and continued to stare at the TV. The music was playing loudly upstairs, and it was hard to hear the sound on the TV, and the children didn't care, and watched with great concentration. The old lady Xiong took out a piece of fried crispy horn from the plastic tape and handed it to the child, and helped him clean up the toys that fell on the ground. Zhai Chen couldn't stop being curious and went up to the second floor first.
The second floor was much more lively, with dozens of men, women and children, walking in circles around a table in the middle of the room, dancing to the music as they turned. It's the brainwashing music of "moving every time", twisting steps, back steps, tiptoe steps to the left, and jumps to the right. It looks a bit more complicated than square dancing. Zhai Chen has an illusion of watching zombies dancing after clearing the level of Plants vs. Zombies.
Suddenly, the music in the room stopped abruptly, and everyone looked over, as if the zombies smelled the breath of the living. Zhai Chen subconsciously clenched the backpack straps, and almost took out the oxygen bottle and thumped them.
"What are you doing?" Several people approached slowly, their faces full of alertness.
The loser can't lose the momentum, Zhai Chen relaxes his body, maintains a dangling standing posture, and lifts his chin: "I'm here to listen to the class."
"Are you Xing Envoy or Xingyao?" A middle-aged uncle in his forties came over and glanced at Zhai Chen back and forth. With a relaxed tone and calm aura, he looks like a fellow man.
The ranks in the Tianyan Association are strict, and the ordinary believers are called Xingyao, which means the fire that makes the sacred stars shine again; the person in charge of the higher level is called Xingshi, who is responsible for spreading the fire, and occasionally visits the site of other responsible persons to exchange and investigate. Hence this question. But Zhai Chen didn't know!
He was blindfolded for a moment, and decisively reported his game level: "Second rank of Xingyao!"
"… "
"… "
The room fell into a strange silence, and now everyone came this way.
"He is my nephew, and I brought him to the class. He is not in good health, and he hopes to be blessed by the gods." Mrs. Xiong appeared in time to avoid the tragedy of Zhai Chen being engulfed by a room of zombies. As soon as those words came out, the atmosphere in the room instantly returned to heat.
"It turned out to be a new partner." The middle-aged uncle pulled Zhai Chen in with a smile, and the others also greeted him, and everyone seemed to be very close.
"We are here at a celestial science seminar, and we talk about scientific principles. You should listen to it first. If you can listen to it, listen to it. There is no harm in not listening. It is also good for young people to learn some knowledge about celestial bodies." Tongue speaking, he enthusiastically introduced Zhai Chen's introductory knowledge.
"Come on, let's calculate your past life first, so that we can preach according to your destiny." Uncle pulled Zhai Chen to the next room involuntarily, like a solicitor, Gui Gong couldn't wait to take him to see Hua Niang.
The curtains were drawn in the small room, and there was only a thing like a street game console in the dark, and the screen was on and off, which looked quite strange. The uncle asked him to enter his name and age, so that "Tianyan" could check his past and present life.
"..." Other religious fortune-telling, either by looking at the bones, or drawing lots for divination, I have never seen a fortune-telling machine. This is the same as the online kind of "enter your name to know your marriage". How can the popular mini-games more than ten years ago be used to bluff people
Zhai Chen looked at the machine left and right, and typed his own game nickname - Oxygen Superman. The game console went black for a while, and it seemed that in the five thousand years of history, it was trying to find this guy named "Oxygen Superman". After about five seconds, the results were displayed on the screen.
[Your previous life was a brave and good general, who made great achievements in battle and killed countless people. The grievances of the deceased who were killed by you can't go away, causing your life to be bumpy. Either accomplish nothing, or be infirm.]
"Isn't this a scientific study? How come there is a previous life?" Zhai Chen couldn't help laughing, pinching his thighs to keep his seriousness.
"Don't worry, young man." The uncle led him out. The seats were already arranged outside, and a large calendar was hung on the mobile blackboard. Everyone, including Mrs. Xiong, sat upright and took out the textbook of straw pulp paper. Zhai Chen also got a copy for free, took it over with sincerity and fear, and listened carefully to their nonsense.
The calendar is opened, and the first page is a schematic diagram of electrons and atoms. The uncle cleared his throat and began to lecture.
It is said that after a person dies, the soul will become active electrons, fly to the ionosphere, and reflect back, traditionally speaking, it is reincarnation. Memories also disappear when the electrons that have been grouped together disintegrate, but sometimes they don't. For example, a girl in Scotland said that she once lived in the Gulf of Aden, remembered a missing stone and the name of her neighbors in front of her door, and said that she died in a fire. After the reporter went to investigate, there was indeed such a woman who died in the fire 30 years ago, and the stone and the neighbors also played right.
Zhai Chen lowered his head and looked it up on the Internet. There really is such a news, but it appeared many years ago when the network management was lax. At that time, rumors were flying all over the sky, and it was not surprising that there was any news. There are no less than ten legends about seeing his past life alone.
The middle-aged uncle turned a page of the calendar, revealing a simulated picture of the nine stars in the solar system.
"These can be explained by science. There are gods in the universe, and gods control everything. We all know that there are nine planets in the solar system, and each of the nine planets has its own orbit, but in 1999, these nine planets The stars are connected in a line. The nine stars are very dangerous. The strong magnetic field is enough to destroy the earth, causing flash floods and land collapse. At this time, the benevolent god sent an edict and sent the holy artifact to save us from the disaster. ."
The third picture on the calendar is the photo of the meteor that was stolen from the Star·J art exhibition. It was obviously taken across the frame, and the corners of the frame were not cut off.
The holy artifact shattered the magnetic field of Jiuxinglianzhu, allowing the earth to continue to survive. This day is called "Salvation Day". And the holy artifact is the meteorite in the S Provincial Museum.
"...So powerful?" Zhai Chen applauded in shock.
"Papapa" everyone also applauded, and I don't know who played the music, and everyone sang along.
[The planets revolve around the stars, the stars revolve around the Milky Way, the Milky Way revolves around the universe, and the universe revolves around the gods. You and I are both electrons, descending into this mortal world. Ulla! Ulla!]
After singing, everyone should open their hands and shout "Ula" in unison, which is very imposing.
In the evening, Zhai Chen went home with the free book and various free gifts, and sat in the living room for half an hour before he recovered from the magical "Ulla".
Fang Chuyang, who had been searching for a whole day, dragged his exhausted body back, and when he entered the door, he saw his uneasy brother slumped on the sofa without bones, with a very familiar small reading book beside his feet. He walked over in three steps and took two steps, grabbed the notebook, and saw the coin-sized sign of the Star Worship behind him, his eyes instantly turned red with anger.
Before Zhai Chen could react, Fang Chuyang grabbed the collar and lifted it up.
"Zhai Chen! What did I tell you yesterday, ah? No mixing, not mixing! What the hell are you doing!" Fang Chuyang shook his collar back and forth, wishing he could give this guy all the water in his head Shake out.
"Hey!" Zhai Chen, who didn't take oxygen, really couldn't beat Police Officer Fang. He was so dizzy that he had to be soft. "What, I just met, that scorpion..." Before he finished speaking, he was stunned in the slightest. I do not know how distressed his brother threw it back on the sofa, and quickly supported it with his elbow, so as to avoid the tragedy of concussion.
Fang Chuyang put his coat on the sofa, stared at him with bloodshot eyes, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know how disgusting this cult is and what they use to punish betrayers? The means? Even if you have three times, ten times, or twenty times the power of ordinary people, can you survive hundreds of madmen? It’s just a matter of our death. If Mengmeng is involved, what will you do? Explain to Zhai Xiyue!"