Looking at the interesting scene in front of him, Chu Dong whispered, "Perhaps in this desperate world, there are still many warmths that I haven't discovered, but it's a pity that I can't feel them now."

Intellectually, of course Chu Dong hopes that all these little things will die in order to save himself. After all, he can’t feel any warmth and sympathy now, but if he really does that, can the old mason really restore the statue for himself? ? He made a little trip in the dark, but he didn't notice it at all.

When the old mason was in pain, the threads of faith on his body were getting thinner, which showed that these little things did not affect him as much as possible, and in the process, they were inevitably undergoing some changes, becoming indifferent. No matter how cute it is, it becomes even more ferocious.

  Chu Dong walked to the bed, those little things scattered away, Chu Dong didn't care, these little things are too weak, and they can't even talk about any harm to human beings.

  He stretched out his hand and tried to touch those silk threads. Theoretically, it is impossible for reality and nothingness to come into contact, but this time Chu Dong really touched it, and a lot of fragmented information rushed into his mind.

This line belongs to the God of Gua Niu, a weak **** with a human head and a body of a beetle. Its duty is to devour all the pests in the crops in the dead of night. They all perform their duties, but it is too weak, so it is often impossible to eat them all, so he is detested by the people and eventually abandoned.

Through this thread, Chu Dong knew everything about Guoniu, and also understood Guoniu's resentment, then he tore off the thread and tied it to himself, bursts of faint resentment emerged in his heart, this Things are nothing compared to his raging negative emotions.

  Chu Dong began to pull all the silk threads wrapped around the old mason's body to himself, and he threw all the messy information directly behind his head and completely blocked it.

Gathering the sand into the sea, Chu Dong finally felt the pain under the gathering of thousands of resentments, and this kind of external pain can just suppress his own negative emotions, which is actually a good thing for him now, and makes him relax a lot .

The vitality of the old mason who lost these threads of resentment began to become weaker and weaker, and it seemed that he was about to die. Chu Dong began to infuse him with the essence of no money, and used the kidney yin to drive the circulation and absorption in his body. Even so, he still looked like a A balloon with a hole leaks faster than it bursts, and he has to make up for more than a thousand years of life.

  Chu Dong's energy was infinite after all, and he was hanged for half an hour until the old mason slowly recovered, and finally Chu Dong forcibly restored him to a middle-aged state in his forties.

  The old mason opened his eyes and looked at everything around him in disbelief. He thought that Chu Dong had erased all those little gods, but he found that they were all there, and he was still young.

  Chu Dong said indifferently: "It's just a small matter, why do you have to make so many detours, I will promise you the future of these small things as a reward, and you can also obtain the long-lost peace, and you just need to help me restore some gods."

  The old mason opened his mouth and did not speak for a long time, probably because he was too excited and forgot how to speak for a while.

   After a long time, he replied with a thick voice: "I have talked about this, and I may not have any reason to refuse. Have you brought those statues?"

  Chu Dong shook his head in denial, "They can't move, you have to follow me."

  The slightly excited expression of the old mason immediately sank, "If I leave the Craftsman Shrine, the divine resentment will boil, and it won't be long before this place will be razed to the ground by the divine resentment."

Chu Dong said nonchalantly: "As long as you are willing to help me, these are trivial matters. The so-called **** grievances are nothing more than the self-pity of some **** gods. If you are dying and want to drag someone into your back, I will help you clean them all up." .”

  The old mason said as tactfully as possible: "These grievances have been accumulated for thousands of years, and they cannot be eliminated so easily. Although you are very powerful, please give up this impossible idea."

  Chu Dong smiled lightly, turned around and left, and said as he walked, "Since you don't believe me, come up with me to have a look."

At the same time, a hundred shrines on the edge of the crater are ready to go. They transform energy into divine power and determine a special frequency spectrum so that it can neutralize the black mist. In fact, the brain analyzes those aromas As a result, those aromas are just a special kind of incense after all.

More than a hundred shrines worked together to clean up the black mist, and the dissipating speed of the black mist was visible to the naked eye. After all, this incense in Chu Dong could be obtained without anyone. Can't make any waves.

In the evening, more than a hundred shrines have moved freely in the big pit, and the black mist has long been so thin that no black water droplets can condense. I believe that after another night, it will completely recover here. After all, this is a hundred shrines. Jingu, the strongest weapon on the surface, is still an improved version of Jingu loaded with super cores, and its processing power is more than ten times that of the first generation.

  As long as they are given time, even the sea can be drained, and after a few improvements, it seems that there is nothing impossible to become a planetary **** made by Zero.

Although the appearance of the young old mason has changed drastically, his clothes are still the same as before, and his facial features and temperament can vaguely see the shadow of the previous one, so the people in the craftsman's palace did not admit their mistake. Seeing Chu Dong and Lao Ni Carpenter stood at the door and only dared to watch from a distance, not daring to ask more questions.

   This night was a night when the cognition of the old mason and the entire Craftsman Shrine was subverted. Those things they had always feared were about to disappear.

While waiting for the shrine to clear up the black mist, Chu Dong continued to learn about it. The old mason was originally an ordinary mason. In the earliest days, he traveled around to make statues of gods and statues with his own skills. This is also technical work. If the sculpture is not good, the sacrifice will not continue if the gods do not approve it. Experts like the old mason are very popular, so he knows the era of crazy sacrifices very well, and he can even be said to be a witness.

  Later, the work of statues became less and less, and he also began to help people restore statues, because repairing statues everywhere made his lifespan far exceed that of ordinary people. At that time, gods were generally stronger, and it was not difficult for an ordinary person to prolong his life.

Chu Dong also knew what happened afterwards. Driven by words, the sacrifices were abolished, the gods were slaughtered, and the powerful gods united to resist and fled everywhere. With the guidance of Shan Xin, a large part of them survived. But those little gods who can't even change form have only a dead end, no reserve of divine power, and no one to help.

  Abandoned idols are the root of all disasters, and people's treatment of idols is to throw them away in places where no one visits.

   Out of compassion, he began to collect these abandoned statues and restore them, which also gave him the ability to be almost immortal. At that time, he didn't know the price of repairing these abandoned statues.

As more and more statues were restored, his physical condition became worse and worse. At the same time, his luck was also extremely bad. If he took just a few steps, his life might be in danger, and even the weather would be affected. It was as if the whole world was against him. Against it, until the intensity of this curse reached a certain level, making him unable to move an inch, he had to completely give up collecting abandoned idols, because even if he moved a step, the sores on his body would burst into severe pain.

  No life or death, no need to eat or drink, enduring hunger and loneliness, and company with abandoned idols, this is the life of the old mason for a long time.

There are gods in all things in the world, and there are so many gods. The old mason’s collection is useless. These abandoned statues began to cause trouble in the world and became an insoluble problem. It was against this background that the old mason founded the Artisan Palace. He couldn't move, so he asked others to find him, he didn't care about the punishment from heaven.

  Using the smoke of incense to launch an attack, this is the ability that the old mason gained from being believed by the gods. He can bestow this ability on the people in the Craftsman Shrine, provided that these people have to make statues through his hands.

  The farther the incense arrow is from the Craftsman Shrine, the less powerful it is, so the people from the Craftsman Shrine are not as strong as Chu Dong felt outside.

Because the collection of too many **** statues has already exceeded the ability of the old mason, a powerful **** resentment began to be born in the place where the craftsman's palace is located. Fortunately, the gods only gathered near the craftsman's palace and were sheltered by the old mason. There is no danger to those who live there. If it weren't for the old mason, the outside world would have to face not only the Kuroshio, but also those gods who harbor resentment.

  No matter how you look at your life, the old mason is a more responsible person.

However, Chu Dong didn't care what he did in the past. Nobility, greatness, or selfishness and cowardice had nothing to do with him. Chu Dong only cared about whether he could repair those **** statues, so after demonstrating his ability to disperse the black mist, he brought The old mason left the Craftsman's Palace and came to **** directly through the portal. Before that, Zhinao made a series of livable renovations for his arrival, mainly to cool down and cool down again.

The thirteenth floor of **** is still not very high, and it was originally closed. It took many days for the brain to drill a hole to allow people to enter. This is like a layer of circuit boards. will enter.

  The old mason stared like copper bells after seeing the statues on the thirteenth floor. He walked around them excitedly, as if he had seen some peerless treasures.

  Chu Dong asked doubtfully, "What is Dharma Body?"

"There are many kinds of statues. Most gods have more than one statue. The statue that the **** lived in when he was first born is the dharma body. Generally speaking, the dharma body is as important to gods as the flesh body is to humans. But any **** with some ability will Protect the legal body.

  I have never seen any of these gods, and they all seem to have once dominated the gods. How did you collect so many? It would take a lot of work to restore them. "

Chu Dong heaved a sigh of relief when he said that he had wasted a lot of effort. What he was most afraid of was that the old mason would not be able to fix it after wasting so much effort. Just as he was about to ask a few questions, he suddenly found the old mason kneeling in front of a statue.

  Chu Dong was surprised: "What are you doing?"

  The old mason closed his eyes and said: "If you want to restore a statue, you must first understand a god. It may be that I have restored the statue for a long time, so I have some special abilities, and I can get some information about them when I serve the gods.

  Only by understanding deeply can I restore it, which is why my skills cannot be passed on. No one can directly understand the full history of a **** like me. "

  Chu Dong hummed and didn't ask any more questions, just watched quietly from the side.

   After about half an hour, an extremely illusory line appeared between the old mason and the statue in front of him, consisting of some pale yellow light spots, very unstable.

  The old clay craftsman had a feeling, and took out the incense offering that he had prepared a long time ago from his luggage, gestured and continued to close his eyes, the fragrance lingered around the statue, making the emptiness line more and more solid.

  Suddenly, the old mason picked up the hammer in the package and hit the statue's heart directly.

  Chu Dong immediately grabbed his hand, "What are you doing?"

   "Don't worry, the idol is not that easy to break, look at what's in its heart."

  Chu Dong looked up, and there was a black crystal embedded in it, and some kind of liquid was being sealed inside, which didn't look like something that the statue itself had.

  The old mason continued: "These idols have been suppressed very hard, but they are not dead. The thing in your hand seems to be supporting them all the time."

   "You said this thing can provide incense?"

  【The spectrum adjustment is completed, the object does have the original incense smell】

  【It may exist for the coordination formation to take effect】

  【Weaken the individuality of the statue, let it exist as a part with peace of mind】

  【There is no need to go too deep into it】

   Click!

Chu Dong, who was holding the black spar, suddenly trembled, as if some electric current exploded in Chu Dong's mind, and some fragments appeared in Chu Dong's mind, a person who couldn't see facial features clearly was fixed in the On the metal bed, a 20-centimeter-long thick needle pierced through the Tianling Cap, and some transparent liquid was drawn out. After the liquid was drawn out, it directly solidified into this crystal. It was not a human being who did these operations, but a mechanical arm .

   are people! It's people! It's people! It's people! It's people! It's people! !

After reading the regular information, it was a short but complicated message that Chu Dong could not bear. The brain, instead, completes the processing within the consciousness, and its information processing ability is comparable to that of a supercomputer. It makes no sense to have a splitting headache just because it knows a simple piece of information that says "it's a person".

  The severe pain lasted for half a minute before Chu Dong calmed down. He looked at the crystal in his hand and fell into deep confusion. What happened recently?

From reading the faint voices in the distance at the beginning, to hearing the voices of others, and later obtaining everything about those gods through the thread of faith, and even directly interfering with the thread of faith in nothingness, now he can read the information left on the object, his The ability is getting closer and closer to that of a child prodigy.

   First release latest.