My apprentice is invincible

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Seeing the sea of ​​books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Shi Shiran walked to his own book case and sat down.

""Feng Shen Bang", come!"

The words of the disciple who closed the door wandered in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and all the objects that recorded "text" began to tremble slightly.

But after a while, "Feng Shen Bang" did not appear on the book case of the closed disciple.

"???"

Could it be that you have a bad tone and attitude?A little too tough?

Words are noble, and so are objects that carry words.

It seems that I have to be gentle.

""Feng Shen Bang", be good, come out~~"

Another long time passed, and "Feng Shen Bang" still did not appear in the book case of the closed disciple.

"???"

It's not that you have a bad tone, could it be that... "Feng Shen Bang" is hiding and hiding with himself?

The closed disciple coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and said loudly:

""Feng Shen Bang", stop playing, I have something to ask you, I need to record! If I don't come out again, I am angry!"

The objects that have been shaking since the beginning, when I heard this, the frequency of shaking was higher, but "Feng Shen Bang" still did not appear on the book case of the disciple of the closed door...

Hey!

I have a bad temper!

Don't let me find you!

Look at the left, then look at the right.

The tortoise shells, bamboo slips, copperware, paper books and the like on both sides are all neatly arranged. This is seen by patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is absolutely comfortable and pleasing to the eye, but...

Where is the "Feng Shen Bang" that I need?

The disciple of the gate was caught thinking...thinking...thinking...

But no matter what he thinks, there is no way to recall where he put "Feng Shen Bang" after he spent a year arranging these books neatly. It has been a hundred years.

He rubbed his eyebrows, changed his posture, and thought more seriously...thinking...thinking...

Then he opened the door and went out.

Sitting on the steps, the door-closing disciple watched the master-in-chief and the janitor each holding a gamepad, dancing with the dynamic characters on the game console interface, their bodies twisting to the beat of the music.

After a glance, the disciple of the gatekeeper didn't look at it. The reason why he didn't look at it was definitely not because of his hot eyes, but he didn't need to look at it. The final result of this game must be the victory of the gatekeeper. Self-defeating martial arts.

There is no suspenseful result, then it is not worth seeing.

The brother-in-chief is also true. He uses his shortcomings to attack others. Does this head have more problems than me?

Regardless of the matter of the senior brother, I still have to think about where the "Feng Shen Bang" is actually located. Perhaps I can use reasoning to find out the "Feng Shen Bang".

The closed-door disciple sat on the steps and fell into thinking again...thinking...thinking...

""Feng Shen Bang" should be a bronze bill in its original form. It is made of mother copper. I can find it in the place where the bronze vessel is placed. The information carried by the bronze vessel is not much. I should find it relatively quickly.

No, I remember that "Feng Shen Bang" was later processed by an inner disciple. After processing, it seemed to be more convenient for me to record, so... "Feng Shen Bang" should be changeable now. According to me For the evaluation, it should look like a paper book. Paper books are the most convenient for recording. I also have a sense of writing when I write them. I should go to the place where the paper books are stored."

After finding a general direction, the disciple who closed the door palmed with a punch, pushed the door in again, and looked in the direction where the paper books were stored.

Ok.

A pile of paper books.

Now this year, anyone can write books, so there can be so many paper books...

It looks like a headache.

What’s even more troublesome is that, in order to make the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion more attractive, he has already made all the paper books...White papers. Everyone except for the size and thickness is different. White!

"Publishing one by one, my hands have to be bald, and I don't know how to janitor, because my skin is thick and thick!"

Think about it again, and think about it, there must be a way.

The closed disciple closed the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion again, and still sat back in the original seat thinking...thinking...thinking...

He clutched his head, which can promote blood circulation and help him improve the efficiency of his memories.

About a hundred years ago...

Then you have to turn your memory to more than a hundred years ago...

Yesterday, playing games.

The day before yesterday, playing games.

The day before yesterday, playing games.

...

Big...The day before yesterday, reading and copying books.

Great... the day before yesterday, reading, copying...

The closed-door disciple systematically turned over his own memories day by day, because every day’s memories are the same, and the things they do every day are the same. Recently, he has read the content and jumped back. ...

It's mainly the memory of sniping one hundred years ago, and I will definitely be able to recall it then...

"Feng Shen Bang" is his notebook for recording gods, and it contains many things!If you can't find it, it would be a pity!

By the way, that is not just a book, but his memory.

Every time he records something seriously, he will forget what he recorded...

The thought of losing so much memory makes the closed disciple even more irritable...

The irritability affected his memories. He tried to stabilize his mind and continued to push forward his memories without any distraction.

It will soon be a memory of a hundred years ago...

The Guanmen disciple was immersed in his own memory to find...finding...finding...

"Record it so soon?"

After the game was over, the senior brother who was KO, looked at the closed disciple in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and asked.

This question made the memory of the disciple of the gate suddenly return...now.

"..." The closed disciple raised his head and stared at the senior brother in a daze: If I could not beat you, you would be dead now.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Did I say something wrong?" Senior Brother Master asked strangely.

"No, nothing."

The closed disciple got up and prepared to return to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The inside was relatively quiet, suitable for turning over his own memories...

"Eh? Didn't you say that there is nothing? Why are you giving me a face? If you have anything, let's have a good chat, don't be cold and violent. I made no mistake just now. You entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, not just to record the new God?

You went in, you came out, isn’t that recorded?

Is there anything wrong with that new god?Did you make any mistakes when recording?

I think should not be?I'see' that the god still has great potential, has escaped the shackles of traditional gods, and according to my personal feelings, it should have been developed by inner disciples, I don't know whether it developed directly or indirectly, but no matter what Anyway, it has something to do with inner disciples. You must keep a record of it. Maybe you can become..."

boom!

The door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was heavily closed, and the senior brother's face was stuck to the door, and he stubbornly finished the last thing he wanted to say: "Maybe you can become one of us, you have to record it carefully!"

After talking about the business, the senior brother in charge moved his joints, bent down again and picked up the game controller on the ground.

"what?"

He subconsciously lifted the game console and pulled out the book underneath...

The last time the guard disciple was playing a game, he was so excited that he broke a "foot" of the game console, and the inner disciple was not there, so he had to ask the guard disciple to pick up the book pad.

Open the book, the second page shows——

"Feng Shen Bang".

"..."

The head brother glanced at the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Is this guy playing in it?Don't care about business at all?Give yourself a face?360 Literature Network www.360wxwxs.com

The brother-in-chief asked the janitor to wait for a while and walked to the door of the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion:

"Open the door, open the door, open the door quickly, what are you doing inside, come out and come out soon..."

After the continuous efforts of the senior brother, the door of the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion opened.

The disciple Guanmen poked his head out with a dark face, and said with a little impatient tone: "Brother Master, you are too much. This Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is my domain. You bother me so much, the more..."

I wanted to say something serious, but looking at the "Fengshen Bang" in the hands of the master, he immediately remembered...

A few days ago, I took "Feng Shen Bang" to pad the feet of the game console!

Thinking of this, the closed disciple opened the door wide, took the "Fengshen Bang" from the head of the senior brother, and said viciously: "Playing games, things are wrong!"

As he said, he rushed towards the game console, seemingly about to smash the game console.

"boom!"

A falling thunder fell directly on the head of the closed disciple, and the person was gone.

"If I forget things, I want to blame the problem on the game? Isn't this nonsense? I think playing games is good anyway. It can not only pass the time, but also expand my imagination. Want to smash it? You? Go back to your Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and calm down."

Picking up his game controller, some senior brothers walked to the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion uneasy and shouted:

"If you dare to smash the game console, as soon as you go out, wait to be struck by lightning!"

If he threatened, he dropped it.

The closed disciple inside was sitting in front of the book table and pumped all over. After the electricity passed and pressed his hair down, he opened the "Feng Shen Bang" and turned to the most recent page--

Real name: It rains in the sky, and the magical method is true.

Alias: Gu Dengshen.

Background: Innate gods, born in...

Possibility of harmony: extremely low.

Although I wrote it myself, I forgot to write it. The Guanmen disciple looked at it curiously, but when he saw "Possibility of Hedao: Very Low", the Guanmen disciple stopped paying attention.

The gods whose names can be recorded by him in this "Bonus of Gods" have an entry requirement of "extremely low". This is a standard and there is nothing to pay attention to. Maybe after a few years or even a hundred years, they will die.

Moreover, the innate gods and the possibility of harmony are extremely low...

Lifting the pen, when he was just preparing to record, the closed disciple rang something, raised his head, and buckled the hourglass that was always in quicksand on the book case.

When recording, you have to have a sense of ritual, even if the hourglass will not run out...

"Real name: Wisdom Kyoto."

When the closed disciple wrote this, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This name looks so short and has no feeling. It hasn't yet "Heaven rains, the magical method keeps true heart, Ciguyu, the five grains, and the richness of the river god empress". This new god probably does not have much imagination, and the name is actually even Is there such a word that expresses the identity of God?

Record carefully and complain silently.

"Alias: Jiang Shouhui."

Huh?

The four words "Chi, Hui, Jing and Du" have half a dime relationship with the three words "Jiang, Shou, and Hui"?

This Wisdom Kyoto named itself randomly, right?

"Background: Innate gods were born in a sea of ​​thoughts, a place of true and false illusion, a palace of civilization storage, a tomb of dross and silence...good calculation and memory."

The disciple at the door took a look at what he had written "by feeling", and thought about what the disciple at the door told about the outside situation some time ago, and added the word "Internet" at the end.

Although I don’t know what the Internet is, it feels like the Internet...

"Possibility of harmony:"

At this point, the closed door disciple frowned and held up the pen, but he did not fall.

The light in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion seems to have dimmed a lot, only the hourglass with various colors of light still looks lively...

After a long time, the Shumen disciple took a deep breath and started writing——

"in"

As soon as it was finished, this "Feng Shen Bang" began to tremble for no reason, and the word "" also began to gradually twist and deform.

"I said it was in, it was in!"

"What I wrote cannot be changed!"

As soon as the voice fell, the tortoise shells, bronze tripods, bamboo slips, rice paper...all in the Tibetan scripture pavilion rippled with invisible ripples, gathering like a tide to the "Feng Shen Bang", forcibly "centered", Break it right.

"That's right, I said it was right!

Regardless of whether the possibility of Wisdom Kyoto Hedao is middle or not, I wrote it all, it can only be middle!"

After staring at the word "" carefully for a while, seeing that it didn't mean to change anymore, he nodded in satisfaction, then looked around and smiled:

"Thank you."

"You're welcome!", "Should!", "Hahaha!", "Small.", "That's it?", "Perfunctory!", "Insincere!"...

Inside the quiet Tibetan scripture pavilion, it suddenly became lively. All the objects that recorded "text" began to speak, and the sound, the waves, generally rushed towards the closed disciple. He hurriedly poured the hourglass back and shouted: "Come!"

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is quiet again.

He patted his chest, and the closed disciple let out a long sigh of relief...

Now that it has been recorded, do you want to read the book?Copy books?

Outside the door came the cheerful voices of the head brother and the gatekeeper, let's go out and play games...

The closed-door disciple Shi Shiran got up and tidied up his clothes. After all, he was just "dead" by...

Otherwise, based on your own performance just now, you won't have a gamepad in your hands!

Even if everyone knows the bottom line, he still has to act. If there are more acts, then it will come true!

It was almost time to pick up the ground, and the disciple who closed the door opened the door with one hand, holding his chest with the other hand, and walked out of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion with a pale face...

Gate disciple: "Why did you come out? Don't play the game console idea, be careful I beat you!"

Senior brother head: "Do you dare to smash the game console, I'll hack you!"

The closed disciple smiled miserably: "I was recording so seriously just now, is that what you did to me?"

"Who knows what you are doing inside? Is there any record? Who knows!" The head of the senior brother rolled his eyes when he looked at the closed disciple. He was about to say something, his color changed slightly, and he cast his eyes to the Tibetan scripture pavilion.. ....

The disciple Guanmen turned sideways, his expression still ugly and said: "Ahem, brother head, this is my place, don't cross the line. I will deal with the affairs of my place, even if I am uncomfortable and very Painful and powerless, I will do my best to complete the mission and tasks I should complete!"

With that, the disciple who closed the door stepped back and closed the door.

Then, he turned to look at his book case, and sighed:

"Small trouble, what do you mean?"

"If you have the ability, you have to come all the way!"

Under his gaze, the originally closed "Feng Shen Bang" was unfolded, revealing strands of black air inside, which looked sticky, filthy and disgusting, and seemed to have tentacles spreading teeth and claws in it!

"It seems I dare not~"

The Shuanmen disciple pulled at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and pointed at the black air a little further away. A... water-free fountain pen emerged above the black air, and when it fell down, all the black air was absorbed by the tip of the pen. .....

Stepping forward, glanced at the introduction of "Smart Kyoto":

"Very good, it hasn't changed, it's still in."

The closed-door disciple turned around to leave, walked a few steps, and muttered after listening:

"Forget it, let's wait, don't be too confident, I can't change it when I forget it completely...the game matters, you can wait a bit."

Sitting at the book case and holding up the "Feng Shen Bang", he "heared" a weak voice:

"Great, it hurts!"

The disciple Guanmen was a little surprised and said, "Are you willing to talk to me?"

"..."

"Don't ignore me, just say one sentence, then there is a second sentence.

I know that it was my fault that I left the Book of Life and Death when I joined the world, but I went out and I don’t remember me anymore. I’m not to blame. It’s my fault that you and your wife are not together.. ...."

The closed disciple was holding the "Feng Shen Bang", and started talking.