Collapse, surrender to me!

Following the final verdict of Lord Song.

One thing was confirmed by everyone, that is, the dog in Mr. Ye's family had achieved immortality.

As long as there is a body, the dog can survive.

There were many emotions at the same time.

The gods came to the world and granted immortality.

As a result, millions of people in Daxia failed to obtain this opportunity to become an immortal, but a local dog took advantage of it.

How ridiculous?

To some extent, there is nothing wrong with this theory.

As long as the Soul Gem is not broken, this dog has indeed gained immortality.

But Song Ci put the soul gem into a box and enshrined it in the national temple.

For this local dog, what awaits him is only the torture of darkness that will last for who knows how long. It is not as good as people imagine.

"So, in the end, the wish came true, but no one really benefited from it after all the rounds?"

Before coming to this planet, Grayshu felt that everything was foolproof.

As a result, the magical reality gave her a direct blow.

But she watched it from beginning to end and didn't feel anything wrong, as if this was the right way for things to develop.

The Abundant Pharmacist in Grayshu's eyes.

It is very similar to the Medicine Buddha in Buddhism.

Simulating the triple echo of the universe - all things are impermanent, all dharmas have no self, and nirvana without remainder.

These are the Three Dharma Seals of Buddhism.

A rich destiny is to save all living beings.

As a result, she herself couldn't even save a dog, let alone save all living beings...

If it weren’t for Song Ci’s great sense of justice.

If a corrupt official were to take over, this local dog would definitely become "Grey's evil creature".

“Isn’t it the lack of wealth that’s worrying, but the inequality?”

As soon as this thought came to Grayshu, she thought of the immortal boat where everyone could achieve immortality.

It doesn't seem to be getting any better.

Although King Xia now hopes that everyone in the country will live forever.

But I guess everyone really can live forever.

King Xia might soon occupy every corner of the planet with his population, but with today's ancient technology, it is simply impossible to cross the starry sea.

By then, countless immortal species will fill this small planet.

If all other species are hunted, the ecological environment will suffer devastating damage.

60 billion people per planet, that would become billion, billion...

In the end, all that is left is despair and war.

This is a very scary future.

Grayshu, who is now praised for bringing immortality, will definitely become the originator of the plague, and the King of Xia who made the wish will also be nailed to the pillar of shame in history.

If abundance really comes.

This will be the outcome.

Fortunately, although Grayshu can walk on a rich destiny, she can also jump back and forth at any time.

She would refuse.

Unlike true abundance, which accepts all comers.

"After all, it's not the reason for blessing."

Kyubey suddenly said.

"Even if it is the power of evil, there are people who are strong enough in their hearts to control evil and enforce justice."

“The blessing of abundance is a good thing if you can bear it, but it becomes a bad thing if you cannot bear it.”

"You mean to say that Zhou Zhou people are fragile?"

Gray Shu Bang Bang gave Kyubey two punches.

"Don't start a fight here if there's nothing to do."

……

The third person to receive the blessing from the immortal is Ma Liang.

After getting Gracie's paintbrush, he felt like he had found a treasure.

This pen can change colors at will, like magic, and can actually make the things drawn become real.

Ma Liang was very happy. He hoped to make his long-cherished painting come true, so he went home with this magic pen full of anticipation.

He drew a bird with a pen. The bird flapped its wings, flew into the sky, and chirped to him.

He drew a fish with a pen. The fish bent its tail, swam into the water, and danced to him, swaying from side to side.

He was very happy and said, "This magic pen is so wonderful!"

Someone asked Ma Liang to borrow a brush, but when the brush got into other people's hands, they couldn't draw anything.

Many people returned disappointed.

Ma Liang also became famous because of this magic pen.

His paintings were admired by everyone. However, Ma Liang did not become arrogant because of this. On the contrary, he was happy about the beauty brought by his paintings and used his works to encourage and help those in need.

Every day he drew pictures for the poor people in the village: if someone didn't have a plow, he would draw a plow for him; if someone didn't have a working ox, he would draw a working ox for him; if someone didn't have a waterwheel, he would draw a waterwheel for him; if someone didn't have a millstone, he would draw a millstone for him...

In this way, Ma Liang used his talents to make the village a better place.

He is always humble and kind. He not only uses his talents to make himself successful and happy, but also makes the people around him gain more warmth, happiness and hope.

Of course, if this continues.

It could totally be written as a fairy tale.

But the reality is not like that.

Soon, the people in the village lived a prosperous life.

Ma Liang prepared to go to the next village to help other poor people.

But before leaving, a sharp-eyed villager discovered that Ma Liang had a small tuft of white hair on his forehead.

Ma Liang is not Ma Niang.

This patch of white hair is not natural.

This is the aftereffect of overusing the brush.

The energy and calculations consumed in the transformation between nothingness and reality are beyond imagination.

Although these are basically borne by Grayshu.

But in the final analysis, it was Ma Liang himself who decided what to draw.

Ma Liang proposed the cause, and Gretel gave the result through his brush.

If you participate in it, you will have to bear some costs, more or less.

Sunlight can provide solar energy, but it can also burn ordinary people to death.

No matter what, Ma Liang is just an ordinary person.

It is difficult to continue controlling the magical instruments of immortals.

In fact, according to Grayshut's idea, Ma Liang could actually recover as long as he painted once a week.

When she gave him the paintbrush, she also realized that Ma Liang was not a bad person and did not have so many desires.

But things still developed in an unexpected direction.

Grace thought about many things, for example, others would covet the drawing brushes and want to satisfy their own selfish desires.

She had all these back-ups, but none of them were used...

She quietly watched Ma Liang walk through one village after another, helping poor people draw oxen and water wheels...

The number of white hairs on my head is gradually increasing.

But Ma Liang did not stop.

Soon, the news spread.

As the last person to receive the blessing of the immortal, he naturally attracted attention from all over the country.

At the beginning, when Ma Liang was passing through the village.

People from all over the country came here, hoping that Ma Liang could paint what they wanted.

Although people also knew that achieving the miracle would require consuming Ma Liang's life.

But everyone has the mentality that one more or one less won’t make any difference.

Ma Liang did not reject anyone.

Pills for curing diseases, money for emergencies...all kinds of things were born from his pen.

His vitality was also rapidly fading.

Just one month.

He only visited the villages within the state capital, but he was able to satisfy almost half of the people from the dynasty who came here.

Of course, he could hardly walk anymore.

His body is decaying, but his eyes are growing brighter.

Although his hair was all white, he seemed to become taller and more majestic.

Those who had been getting something for nothing were shocked and stopped moving forward.

The villages he passed by no longer begged him to paint.

The huge crowds of people who followed and witnessed along the way hoped that he would stop writing.

The King of Xia personally conferred titles on sages, hoping that their kings would serve as imperial teachers.

But Ma Liang did not respond.

He simply used up his last bit of strength to measure the Han River, which flooded all year round, with his feet, and used his paintbrush to build a permanent dam on the ground.

Then he held the paintbrush in both hands and looked up at the sky with a smile.

"Ma Liang thanks the Immortal for the pen. I have no regrets in my death!"

There was no sound.

Chapter 173: Hongan, don’t answer!

A saint appeared in the dynasty.

Even though he is dead, the impact he caused is far from over.

Anyone who comes to the Han River and sees the achievements comparable to Dayu's flood control in mythology will be moved.

King Xia built a monument and a statue directly at the mouth of the Han River where Ma Liang fell, and buried him there with great ceremony.

Literati and poets wrote books and biographies to spread his selflessness and greatness.

Of course, in all the articles, the person mentioned at the beginning is Grayshu.