Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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In a small Taoist temple, a fat middle-aged man wearing round black sunglasses was playing with a few copper coins.

The old copper coins fell casually on the sand table in front of him. The middle-aged man sometimes squinted his eyes, pushed up his sunglasses, and collected the money with one hand and calculated with the other. He sighed, lamenting that today's fortune was not good, and he said that tomorrow's fortune would be bad, and he would definitely not do it. Go out.

The Taoist temple is in a very deserted place, and it is common for no one to come and offer incense for ten and a half months. He was leaning against the faded altar table, with a piece of apple on his hand for everyone to share, and a piece of orange in his mouth. There was a wooden figure with a face that could not be seen clearly and a half-smile on the seat behind him. statue. The wooden figure is wearing a Taoist robe. At first glance, it seems that the facial features can be clearly seen, but upon closer inspection, no facial features can be seen, but it seems to be looking at you from all angles. His expression is not as compassionate as in the myth, but instead reveals a sense of playing with the world as he pleases.

The fat middle-aged man was sitting casually on the futon, suddenly grabbed a pear and threw it towards the door.

The door of the Taoist temple was open, and a person suddenly appeared out of thin air at the door. The pear he threw was just caught by the person.

The thin middle-aged man who appeared out of nowhere took a bite of a pear and strode to the altar table. The man wearing sunglasses also stood up. The two of them skillfully poured and cleaned the incense burner in front of the wooden statue. Then they seriously inserted three new incense sticks, replaced the plate with new fruits and vegetables, and bowed a few more times. Angry.

"Why did you buy so many peaches? Bring more apples next time." Sunglasses glanced over his head, "I love eating."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, watch your mouth, and Heavenly Lord will punish you carefully."

Sunglasses snorted: "I'd rather the Heavenly Lord punish me! The Heavenly Lord has never appeared in the world. Fortunately, God's Taoist unity is the last one. If we hadn't been able to cultivate to the heights we are now, I almost doubt whether the Heavenly Lord was intentional. It’s entertaining us.”

After that, Sunglasses sighed and picked up the copper coins one by one: "What do you know about studying abroad? It's hard to do business now! All the fortune-telling business has been taken away by Tianji, and only some people can ward off disasters." The talismans and stand-in dolls are still sold. I think the sky-gazing and star-gazing on the Tianji side are much better than my fuji and fortune-telling. You can see astrology, south and north dipper, bad luck and good fortune, which is really wonderful. Push forward fifty years, and I would stand on the side of the road with a "iron-cut" flag, and I would have a bustling business and earn thousands of dollars a day."

The thin middle-aged man shook his head: "Today is indeed no better than in the past..."

Sunglasses was about to say something else, but suddenly, he lost his grip and all the coins in his hand fell away and became a mess on the sand table.

In an instant, the thin man saw expressions of astonishment, nervousness, surprise, shock, etc. on his fellow students' faces.

"Is there something wrong with this hexagram?" he asked quickly.

"No, it's not a problem. This..." The fat middle-aged man pushed up his sunglasses and stuttered a little, "Why, suddenly there are traces? It's broken! Could it be that he was caught saying bad things about Tianzun just now? ?”

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord! This disciple has been practicing hard for hundreds of years and has never failed to make an offering. Have you heard bad words?"

At this moment, the thin man raised his head and looked at the door of the Taoist temple. He saw an origami egret falling from the sky, exposed outside the threshold of the Taoist temple, unfolded and folded itself, and turned into a letter.

Seeing the signature, the thin man frowned and hesitated to open it.

"It's broken. The bad words about Tianji just now have been discovered." Sunglasses didn't care to collect the copper coins. He quickly stood up holding the altar table and ran to the door, "Open it quickly! Xiaoyaozi, it's a big deal! "

"Tianji invited us to reminisce about old times and said we have something important to discuss." As soon as the letter was torn open, it turned into a stream of data and flowed into their minds, expressing the sender's emotions, thoughts and even what he wanted to say in detail. , down to the specific moment, a simple three-dimensional map was constructed in the two people's minds, marking the location of the reception area. Xiaoyaozi looked at the copper coins on the ground and asked, "What is it?"

"Very important thing."

"More details?"

"It's a very important thing!"

Xiaoyaozi was silent for a second: "Can you make it clear?"

"Hey, you'll know when the time comes!" The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses hurriedly bent down, put away the copper coins and sand tray, then hurriedly ran back, and took the initiative to stand next to Xiaoyaozi, "It's incredible. When did I, the fortune teller, deceive you about a major event?"

"Let's go quickly, don't waste time!"

671

For a moment, Klein felt that his flesh and blood would grow eyes, his ears would turn into trumpets, and then he would mutate into a monster made of eyes in a short period of time, just like Cattleya back then. Same.

But nothing he imagined happened. He left after seeing it, and he didn't even get a set of knowledge instilled in him.

"Those eyes are really the Hidden Sage? But his gaze does not instill knowledge... Obviously the appearance of the Hidden Sage represents both nonsense and knowledge, but this time, those eyes are almost attached to Cattleya and me. , but there was no movement..."

The spiritual scene just now caused great psychological damage to Klein. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep for more than ten minutes before "waking up" exhausted.

Richardson, the valet who had been paying attention to his employer's movements, immediately approached:

"Sir, you're awake. Do you want something to drink?"

You can still drink. It is indeed a shelter near Queens. The underground facilities are also very complete... Klein had mixed feelings. Just as his throat was indeed thirsty, he smiled and nodded: "A cup of warm tea. Best. If it’s a little warmer, you can use it to warm your hands.”

"OK."

Richardson left.

Dwayne Dantès yawned, pretending to be awake, and continued to sit on the chair in the corner and squinted his eyes to rest.

His head hurt as if it was about to split open, and his severe spiritual overdraft caused his physical condition to decline rapidly, and even began to affect the surrounding environment.

The most obvious thing is that the gas lamp in the underground shelter flickers on and off, and the attracted spiritual creatures are constantly flashing in the shadow, causing other people who are taking refuge to shout in panic. Klein had no time to care about anything else. Although the escaped power caused some changes in the environment, it was harmless in the final analysis. He squinted his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and his flowing arms were rebuilding the skeletal skin.

Richardson is back.

In his hands was a tray with a ceramic cup on it, along with matching sugar cubes and a milk jug.

Klein didn't have any hands to pick it up, so he kept smiling and nuzzled towards the small table next to him: "Put it here first. I'll do it myself in a while."

"Okay." Richardson had no doubt that he was there.

The valet put down the tray and milk and returned to his seat to await further orders from his employer. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and began to meditate again, conjuring up countless large and small golden light balls, stabilizing his somewhat bad state.

"It's really dangerous this time..."

At this time, he saw that the valet and butler Walter were frightened by a shadow that flashed across the wall. Although it was just an illusion created by the "Cunning Mage" instinctively, when I thought that one of them was a former member of the Spiritual Cult, and the other was a loyal supporter of Edsac who had been in contact with the witch Triss, I was a little trembling at the moment. Klein couldn't help but laugh.

The arms that turned into liquid flesh with sarcoma slowly reshaped themselves in the sleeves. Klein clenched his five fingers into fists and spread them out. After repeating this a few times, he reached out and picked up the ceramic teacup on the small table and poured himself a cup of hot water. Water, drink slowly.

"Phew - I feel like I'm finally alive."

The hot water flowed down the esophagus and into the stomach, and the reassuring heat gradually touched the palm of his hand through the wall of the ceramic cup. Klein's headache was relieved, and his mental burden was also reduced a lot.

"Haha, I didn't expect that a little person like 'The Fool' could really participate in the fight between gods..."

At least three true gods participated in the battle, and "The Fool" provided some insignificant help... I will have something to chat with everyone at the Tarot Club later, provided that someone asks me... He thought, again He slowly closed his eyes and planned to take a serious nap.

He soon fell into a vague state of light sleep.

As Klein fell asleep, the atmosphere in the underground shelter gradually returned to peace.

He stayed on Sefirah Castle for a long time today, and his inspiration was greatly strengthened. He saw many strange omens in his light sleep, and Klein couldn't see clearly. Sometimes it’s the sun hovering above the sea level, seeming to rise and set, and there are strange shadows and flames. Sometimes it’s the uncertain moon changing its phases in sequence, and sometimes it’s the scenery of the spiritual world. ——The basis for judging the spiritual world is seven rays of pure light. Sometimes it is a pure scenery, but I don’t know which corner of the world it comes from, or it is simply a fantasy collaged from memory.

Vaguely, he could still enjoy these bizarre scenes, treating them as one interesting dream after another.

After an unknown amount of time, something special approached him. When the first eyeball appeared in his dream, Mr. Dwayne Dantès's eyebrows slowly twisted into twists, and he saw his butler and The valet was worried.

Klein knew that he was dreaming. In his dream, he stared at this transparent eye.

He remained awake to a certain extent, but was confused by unbearable sleepiness. The eye that seemed to be the hidden sage somehow came into his dream, which reminded him of the first time he saw it in the underground ruins of Tudor. When he was with Medici, he also had a dream related to Medici's life after he returned... It was probably some residual influence that was amplified due to his poor condition.

Then he saw himself - it was strange, like in a real dream, where you have your own perspective and know what you look like and how you dress. Klein was a little unable to open his eyes, but the appearance he knew was still the black-haired and black-eyed Klein, wearing a formal suit, a top hat, and holding a cane in his hand. He stood in this misty world in his dream, feeling as if he was waiting for something.

Waiting for whom?

Not sure, but he was reminded of Waiting for Godot.

So is this the Kingdom of God of the Hidden Sage, or is it a certain scene? Does the Hidden Sage also have a life? Is He really not the only product of sexual activation?

If it's just some residual effects, then there's no problem. It doesn't matter, Source Castle will take action. Klein yawned and stood there with his eyes squinted comfortably, waiting for something to happen around him, just like when Medici led a legion to hunt the dragon.

There seemed to be something in the thick white fog around him. Klein looked in and saw something familiar but not too familiar - green tiles and white walls. The third time he entered the small courtyard, it was as if he had set up a Republic of China on the spot in front of Klein. Period filming location. Then the extras came in one after another, and there seemed to be people in the small courtyard. Young people wearing loose clothes and Chinese-style clothes were walking to and from school holding books. Then this shadow that looked like flowers in the fog grew bigger and bigger, and neighbors appeared, and finally it expanded into a small town.

The huge eyes of the Hidden Sage hang above this small town, watching the people below like the sun.

Klein watched it with gusto and said to himself that this dream was quite similar. I didn’t even remember that I liked watching TV series from the Republic of China era.

Only, the big eyes of the Hidden Sage look a little weird, and they don’t fit in well with this Republic of China set.

The TV series from the Republic of China continued to play, and Klein watched with amusement. It turned out that this was a fantasy film about cultivating immortals.

The small courtyard in front of me is a school, and the protagonist is the one with the best grades. Klein watched the male protagonist study hard all the way, and was later recommended to a small mountain gate. The method of cultivation was to study hard every day, feel seriously, and get close to the Taoist ancestor enshrined in his sect. Seeing this, Klein frowned. He raised his eyebrows. He vaguely felt that the Hidden Sage seemed to be conveying some message to himself, or that this dream seemed to have other symbolic meanings, and it was a very hidden meaning, but it was difficult for him to think about it now.

First of all, it is impossible for a small courtyard of the Republic of China to appear in a world similar to the 19th century in the West. Because this world has not developed any culture similar to that of the East, even the ancient elves that Klein mistakenly thought were related to it are true native civilizations.

Could it be that this is not imagination or my memory, but the memory of someone who peeped into the secret, or even the Hidden Sage himself?

Klein was excited and wanted to deny this speculation himself, but he didn't know if those people in the "cocoon" on Source Castle might have come from the Republic of China!

But there are only four positions so far? Aren’t these four positions already occupied?

Klein was puzzled. Then, he saw that the ordinary daily life of cultivating immortals suddenly changed. The young man was valued because he was similar to the Taoist ancestor. When he was almost fifty years old, his master took the risk to " "Hedao", the result failed...

If "Being valued because he is similar to his ancestor" was just a bit familiar, then "Failure of Hedao" suddenly made his eyes widen - Klein knew that he was dreaming, but he couldn't help but feel it. It feels like a dream - because the master who failed to ascend has countless eyes on his body, and those eyes are spinning, as if he is "out of control"! Soon, his memory began to scatter, and every book he read and every article he wrote flew into the air in the form of words and pictures. His flesh and blood began to digitize, and everything around him began to turn into words and data. Finally, the data was thrown into a small door and completely lost its trace.

The male protagonist, whose temples were slightly white, had been waiting eagerly for a long time. When he saw that the data belonging to his master did not come out again, he left sadly.

"Hidden Sage..."

Klein's pupils trembled.

This was clearly the way the "Secret Peeper" lost control! Those eyes are the mythical creature form of this pathway!

But these people in front of him did not take the magic potion, but relied on some strange means to obtain similar powers, so that Klein, who had a fixed mindset, did not think about the extraordinary for a while, and subconsciously regarded it as a fantasy story.

Later, Klein saw that the protagonist had not given up and was still studying with perseverance - he realized that this was acting.

No, this is not like acting. If the core of the "acting method" of the potion system is that I am playing a "divineer" rather than myself being a "divineer", then these people have failed in their acting. Because they regard themselves as "secret voyeurs", "astrologers", and "occultists". Not only do they call themselves such, but they also persevere in self-improvement.

Klein's eyes widened. He now fully realized that this was definitely not his memory or his imagination. He could not imagine such a different world. This is something related to the Hidden Sage, and may even be a message conveyed by the Hidden Sage!

The protagonist continues to grow and learn, and it seems that nearly a hundred years have passed. He has grown white-haired, has become famous, and the small mountain sect has gradually become what a large sect should look like.

Until one day, the protagonist woke up in the middle of the night, quietly closed the door, walked into the side hall, and went to ascend.

"This is not an ascension at all!"

Klein couldn't bear it anymore.

"This world only has the spirit world, and there is no room for you to ascend!"

"Their 'Hedao' and 'Ascension'... are actually equivalent to eating the Uniqueness or Sequence One alive, right?! No, they don't seem to have a very clear division... If they are forcibly accommodating the Uniqueness, his master will not It will disappear...what the hell is going on..."

Klein was a little confused. He saw the protagonist walking into the side hall, opened the small door disguised as an attic, and walked in.

The small door was open, but he did not come out, and his flesh and blood life was not transformed into data like his master. But after a long time, Klein saw a stream of information flying out of the small door, falling to the ground, and transformed into the protagonist.

Immediately afterwards, the protagonist waved, and another set of data fell to the ground, turning into the appearance of his master. When the two met, there was no trace of the feeling of separation for decades, nor the joy of meeting master and disciple. They laughed and discussed knowledge, asking and answering questions, and they were in perfect agreement.

In Klein's eyes, the two of them are composed of data information, and there is no difference between them.

Watching two living people turn into data one after another, and the latter one even put the front one back together, Klein couldn't help but feel creepy. He seemed to have seen two marionettes being manipulated to play a self-question and answer game. of myself.

"Their system is related to the extraordinary, but there is no magic medicine involved... Where does their power come from?"

This question went unanswered. The protagonist "came out of seclusion" and announced to the world, the whole sect was laughing and laughing, but Klein had no interest in reading anymore. He now urgently wants to know one thing - where is this place similar to the Republic of China?

He couldn't hear the conversations of the people inside clearly, but he could understand their mouth movements!

Being able to understand mouth movements and piece together some dialogues means that people living in this world of the Republic of China use a language that is very similar to Chinese, and may not even have changed much!

Their long robes and robes, the texts written vertically, and the candied haws, steamed buns and soy milk on the street also made Klein feel an indescribable sense of intimacy. A large part of Zhou Mingrui’s soul in Klein’s heart became more active than ever before, and he even Subconsciously, he took two steps forward, wanting to get closer to the foggy world, wanting to take a closer look at where the city was and how he could get there.

At this moment, a roar suddenly exploded in Klein's ears:

"'The Fool'! The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck! Is the 'Fool' here! Is there any more support? More!"

This roar woke up Klein, and Dwayne Dantès opened his eyes with a snap, and then a distinctive hunter curse surrounded his ears: "Dead monster, look at my affinity for disaster and doomsday." It's better than you, are you jealous? You know nothing about disasters! You can't understand how to bring disaster and doomsday to your hands! Oh, war! Only war can destroy everything!"

Klein showed an expression of extreme pain, so painful that Richardson and Walter felt threatened and planned to quickly find a doctor for their employer.

"I'm fine, don't be nervous, I just...had a nightmare."

Mr. Fool waved his hand and called back the butler and valet who wanted to leave. He rubbed his face resignedly, opened his eyes forcefully, and forced himself to temporarily leave behind the world of green tiles and white walls in his dream.

"Why is the 'War Angel' Medici asking for help..."

True Creator, how many people have you told this honorable name to?

How many high-sequence people still think that "The Fool" really exists!

In the underground shelter, Mr. Fool, who was only Sequence 4, covered his face in despair. However, because of the dream just now, he is in a good mood now, and even laughed out loud twice: "My participation rate in this divine battle is very high! I never dared to think about it before..." "

What should we do this time?

Supporting the God of Angels was unfamiliar for the first time but became proficient the second time. Klein was no longer nervous now and began to think calmly.

Zhou Mingrui retreated quietly. He was now Klein Moretti again.

TBC

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It’s really fun to write about the Western Continent. I’m drunk now, but it doesn’t matter if I get stabbed in the back!