When Chu Dong fell back to the ground, the people in Craftsman Palace looked at him like a monster, because they had never destroyed those giant grievances. In their eyes, giant grievances were invincible, but those things The hands of this person in front of them are as crisp as paper. If the target of the attack were theirs, they would probably have become meat paste. Now they feel a deep fear.

The goatee took the initiative to walk up to Chu Dong and lowered his proud head, "I'm sorry, I offended you a lot before, and the situation is really critical. Although the grievances are temporarily gone, please follow me to see the old mason as soon as possible. Squeeze the image to calm the anger of the resentment, and you can also meet the person you want to find."

  The black mist billowed in the distance, and the undercurrent surged inside, obviously not in a normal state. It is estimated that as long as Chu Dong is here for this minute, they will not give up. Chu Dong hummed and signaled the goatee to lead the way.

  Chu Dong casually asked behind him: "What's your name?"

   "My humble Pan Wen, the master craftsmen of this generation in the Craftsman Shrine have met the King of Chu."

  Chu Dong was surprised: "You know me?"

"How could I not know the world-recognized co-lord of the world? It's just that I have never really seen you, nor have I ever thought that you are really so strong. Craftsman God Palace has its own mission, so we change the rights of the outside world from I don’t pay attention, it’s just that you have too much influence on the world, so I have to be aware of it every time I go out.”

  Chu Dong did not speak, and followed Pan Wen all the way into the main hall.

He thought that there would be some statues of gods enshrined in the main hall, but who knew that the place was empty, but the wall facing the gate was filled with incense sticks as thick as forearms, all of which were burning, but no smoke was seen overflowing .

Pan Wen led Chu Dong straight to a secret door on the left, and went down obliquely. After turning back several times during the process, he should have come to the bottom of the main hall, a dark space filled with thick candles, surrounded by natural The stone is not man-made, it is more like a place that was hewn out of a complete stone.

  There are a large number of broken **** statues piled up on the ground. Most of them have no human form.

The underground space is huge, but the overall light is dim, and the field of vision is limited. If you look far away, you can vaguely see all kinds of **** statues. The closer to the center, the more complete and mysterious the **** statues are, but they don't look very powerful. Chu Dong I have also seen a lot of **** statues, such as Shanxin and Beast Lord, their **** statues are very majestic, but the **** statues here are not in the same style as them at all.

The candlelight is brighter in the southeast corner. If you look carefully, there are people living there. It is an old man with gray and thin hair. The ten-centimeter-high wooden floor is covered with various tool tables, and there are also various supporting tools. Different materials for statues.

  The three materials of mud, stone, and wood account for 90% of the statue, and other materials such as metal and bones also exist.

  Chu Dong asked curiously: "Is this the old mason you keep mentioning?"

   "That's right, Old Mud is the soul of the Craftsman God's Palace. Only he can repair the broken statue. All the people in the Craftsman God's Palace need him to make a clay sculpture first, so as not to be attacked by the god's resentment."

   "What is the difference between an old mason and a master craftsman?"

  Pan Wen laughed at himself, "The master craftsman is just a name, because the craftsman shrine also needs to communicate with the outside world, and the mission of the master craftsmen in the past is to communicate with the outside world.

  Only the old mason is the root of Takumi Shrine, the irreplaceable root. "

  The old mason was covered in nasty sores all over his body, even pus was still oozing, and he could smell a strong rancid smell from a long distance away, and his pupils could no longer be seen in his cloudy eyes.

  Pan Wen walked up to the old mason and bowed respectfully, "Master Mason, please make a portrait of him. Now the grievances outside have boiled, and they must be calmed down as soon as possible."

The old mason glanced at Chu Dong with his cloudy eyes, then shook his head lightly, "The divine splendor is like the sun, I have no ability to make an image of him, as long as you radiate the divine splendor slightly, it can cover everything. "

Chu Dong seems to be really a god, because he has a lot of divine power clones, and on the other hand, he also has an inexplicable connection with Miss Tao. It seems that as long as he disguises himself as a god, he will not be attacked here, figured it out Afterwards, he tried to let the avatar of divine power that he hadn't used for a long time exude some aura to cover himself, and the chaotic fluctuation outside really calmed down a lot.

Pan Wen glanced at Chu Dong in surprise, but didn't say much. He introduced to Chu Dong: "Only he can restore the statue, but it's not up to me to decide whether he wants to. Meteor, the world is bound to be in chaos, please restrain yourself."

Chu Dong hummed and stepped up directly. The ordinary wooden bed, the black and knotted quilt, and the urinal under the bed all showed that this old man was not living well, and he didn't even have the most basic hygiene. People pay attention.

  There is also a statue of a **** under restoration on the table next to it, which looks like a stone sculpture of a monkey.

  He said straightforwardly: "Old man, I am here this time to ask you to help me repair some **** statues. If you need anything, just ask, and I can satisfy everything."

   Repairing the statues is not as simple as restoring the statues to their original state. The brain has also done that, and the result is that they completely lose their former functions, as if they were dead.

  The old mason sat on the edge of the bed with a cane in his hand, and kept shaking his head, "My lord, do you think I still have the energy to restore the statue?"

  Chu Dong put his hand on the old mason's shoulder, and Pan Wen, who was watching from below, became visibly nervous.

   "Hey, it's much better than I thought. There is nothing wrong with your body. The sore is just a skin disease. It's very simple."

Chu Dong injected essence energy into it, and controlled its body to absorb it as much as possible. Those malignant sores began to recover visible to the naked eye, and the pus was continuously discharged from the body. Afterwards, the shriveled skin recovered and tightened, and the cloudy eyes also improved. Pan Wen couldn't help exclaiming because of the trace, and Chu Dong was also very satisfied with his masterpiece.

  Rejuvenation is a delusion, and it is what people in the world pursue. In Chu Dong's place, it is easy.

But just when Chu Dong finished everything and withdrew his hand, the old mason visibly aged again, the abscess that disappeared returned again, and his eyes became cloudy again. Everything Chu Dong did for him was in vain, and the old mason still Re-experience the pain of physical aging again.

  Chu Dong frowned, "Why is this happening? The essence has obviously been absorbed."

  The old mason seemed to have expected this a long time ago, he said with a smile: "This is a price and a curse, it cannot be avoided, so don't waste your energy on it.

  Pan Wen, go down first, I will chat with this person alone for a while. "

  Pan Wen bowed and said loudly: "Then I will wait at the door, and you can call me if you have anything."

  Actually, Pan Wen also knew that he couldn't stop Chu Dong, but it was his responsibility and he had to do it.

After Pan Wen left, the old mason said again: "You have also seen my body, and now it can't support me to restore the statue. I only repaired more than 4,000 of them, and this body can't bear it."

"How old are you?"

  Chu Dong didn't care about what the old mason said, but became curious about his age, because his body gave him a particularly strange feeling, like a sponge that was beginning to pulverize, short of water and fragile.

  The old mason said with a smile: "It is now 1,832 years old."

   "You are still human?"

   This guy may be the longest living person Chu Dong has ever seen, but he obviously hasn't cultivated anything, and his body is also ordinary. How can he achieve longevity? It is easy to live for hundreds of years by practicing, but a thousand years is a big hurdle, and it is impossible to pass without some skills. Like Zuo Hui and Li Hongxian, living five hundred years is the limit, and five hundred is the limit of all kinds of magic.

Suddenly, Chu Dong saw silk threads on the old mason's body. They looked like some kind of belief, but they were not the same. Looking for the other end along the silk thread, it turned out that those things were uploaded from those **** statues.

  This guy is a god. Unlike ordinary gods, what he eats is not incense, but the belief of gods. Other places, people believe in gods, but here, gods believe in people. It is reversed. How can people bear the belief of gods?

  Chu Dong was surprised: "You are actually making God believe in you, how can you bear it?"

  The old mason showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, "You really have sharp eyes, I really couldn't bear it, so I became what I am now, but some things have to be done by someone, right? I'll say it slowly, just listen to it.

   At this time, when the incense is at its peak, the streets and alleys are full of gods, and all matters must be managed by a god.

  They were incensed, even if it was only the gods who were performing their duties, but one day human beings suddenly gave up their beliefs, gods were abandoned by people, and all kinds of **** statues were abandoned in the wilderness, becoming evil spirits that troubled the world.

The resentment of gods towards people is born from this. The gods here are not considered powerful, and they are all hard-working people. If I don’t take them in, they will turn into monsters who only know resentment. An existence like you knows They must all be gods hanging high in the sky and building altars. I'm afraid they won't be able to catch your eyes here.

   But they are the majority. "

Most of the three words are simple, but Chu Dong can hear the dissatisfaction in the old mason's heart. He does know something about the gods, which are the lowest level, and they can't even be called gods. A certain kind of imp appears from the sacrifice, but this imp will act according to the definition people make of it.

   Before Chu Dong could speak, the old mason opened his mouth again, "Xing Yu Po, A Niao, Ci Long."

  Every time the old mason shouted a name, a knee-high strange thing would appear beside him. They looked like some kind of small pets, which had nothing to do with the word god.

  Xing Yupo is a girl wearing a coir raincoat. An eighteen-year-old girl has been shrunk down to knee height. There is a cloud above her head, and the cloud keeps raining.

Ah Niao is a strange creature with a bird head and a turtle body, water will not stop gushing from its feet, and the second dragon is really a dragon, it looks very similar, but it has no claws, only a head, more like sticking Tap earthworms.

  Chu Dong asked strangely: "Who are these?"

"The God of Clouds and Rain more than a thousand years ago, these little gods are all over the world, different but the same, different looks, different origins, but the same responsibility, there are hundreds of gods with similar powers, what I can leave There are only these three little guys, they are diligent and diligent in spreading the clouds and rain, otherwise there will be no good weather, but in the end their credit will be intercepted by those famous gods.

  That is not the credit of one god, it is the result of many, many of them working together.

  In the end, these insignificant gods were the first to dissipate because they were abandoned. How could they not complain, and why should they not complain.

There are too many little gods like this here. They are nameless, but they have worked hard, but no one remembers their names. The statues you let me build must be high. How many little gods do I have to give up to let my body What about their recovery?

  The words have been exhausted, I just ask you to leave some way for them to survive. "

After finishing talking, the little rain-going woman knelt down on the ground, with a few tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and the other two things were trying their best to please Chu Dong, and only then did he understand what the old mason meant. Pleading, he knew he couldn't resist, so he could only plead.

  To tell the truth, Chu Dong never thought that the God of Creation was considered a god, and it was only natural for this kind of toy-like thing to disappear, but the old mason told him something different.

  Chu Dong sighed, and he asked with some regret: "You are bearing the grievances they involuntarily created, so they can remain the same, right? A large part of these similar beliefs are grievances against human beings?"

Listening to the tone of the old mason, if you want him to restore other statues, you have to let the little guy in him die. Now he has a unique symbiotic relationship with those little gods, and he has become the guardian of the little gods. The master, having gained the faith of the gods, also endured their grievances.

The old mason hummed, and said without any concealment: "I can't keep much. I can only do my best to repair, break, and repair. They have done a lot for people, and they shouldn't be turned into gods." Blame that kind of monster, the old man's ability is limited, and he can't save more."

  Chu Dong asked strangely: "Why are you the only one? Obviously there are so many people in the Craftsman Shrine, why don't you share some?"

   "Because no one remembers them, how can we share if they don't remember? These young people don't know what they have done. My craft has long been extinct."

Speaking of the malignant sore on the old mason's body, he suddenly began to bleed, and he lay down in pain, but finally rolled to the ground because of his weakness. A puppy with a bulging belly, a ginseng that can run, and a stupid savage nearly two meters tall.

They helped the old mason to the bed, some wiped his sweat, some warmed his stomach with their bodies, and most of them stood by the window and watched anxiously, and one could feel that they were very timid and afraid of suffering. Winter, but they all overcame their fear and surrounded the old mason.

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