Chapter 652 Refused

"Have you decided?" This time, the long silence was broken by the great man, and his voice was still full of majesty. Even if he asked, it would give Wang Zhu the illusion of being ordered.

"Why do you think I'm thinking about taking you out of here?" Wang Zhu took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind as much as possible. Facing this turbulent figure in history, he must maintain a steel-like willpower.

"When you are willing to let go of your divine sense and let me enter your mind, you are already thinking about this issue."

"What if I refuse?" Wang Zhu stared closely at those eyes like a deep pool. He knew that they were a pair of virtual eyes, but he still hoped to see the inner activities of the other party through those eyes.

"I will be very disappointed." The great man sighed.

"and then?"

"No, then, you go on your sunny path, and I will continue to wait for the next person." The great man rubbed his hands, his brows furrowed together.

"You have no other choice?"

"Have."

"Why don't you use it?" Wang Zhu kept stroking the pitch-black demon refining pot with both hands.

"Since you are unwilling and confident, why should I persist? Besides, even if I make you surrender, there is still a long way to go..." The great man paused, "I have plenty of time, I firmly believe that one day, Someone will be willing to take me out of here."

"I'm curious, if I take you away, where will you go?" Wang Chu stared at the thick-looking face of the great man.

"Hehe, I've thought about it for forty years."

"Um?"

"I don't know." The great man shook his head.

"Why go out?"

"At least, I can look around."

"What about after looking at it?"

"After... After that, as time goes by, my followers will become fewer and fewer. Slowly, I will become a historical figure like Emperor Qin and Han Wu. At that time, the power of faith that maintains my spiritual power will gradually disappear. The immortal spiritual power will gradually disappear, and the soul will also be annihilated in the void..." The voice of the great man was a little sad.

"You don't want to be resurrected?" Wang Chu finally asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Resurrection? Hahahaha...hahaha...I'm not a cultivator. With my own strength, I can't resurrect myself. In this world, who resurrects me? You?"

"me……"

"Even if you want to resurrect me, I will not agree."

"why?"

"People are mortal, so why stick to formalities? Besides, my life is already enough to be proud of. Is it possible that I really want to unify the earth? Sometimes, when I get older, I have many thoughts and reflections. The past, Right or wrong, let him go."

"Good-minded!" Wang Zhu admired, he always thought that a great man would not let go of things, but he did not expect him to be so open-minded.

"If you see the thoughts of thousands of people every day, if you are banned in one place for forty years, you will think a lot, and what you once cared about and valued are actually insignificant."

"This... I'm still very young... I can't comprehend it."

"You will gradually understand, because you are a cultivator."

"Hey, by the way, who imprisoned you in this place? Could it be because you were physically trapped?" Wang Zhu asked curiously.

"Myself."

"Ah..." Wang Zhu was stunned.

"Yes, myself. Back then, only in this way could I obtain enough power of faith to maintain an immortal spirit."

"Oh... I understand, I understand, you are not a cultivator, you must absorb the power of faith in a fixed place, so you chose the location of your body, but because you are not a cultivator, your soul cannot be fixed in one place, so , you chose to be imprisoned here, accepting the power of faith from believers... But, I still don't understand, since you stay here by yourself, theoretically, you can leave!"

"The cultivator who helped me back then had an accident."

There was a hint of sullenness between the eyebrows of the great man, and when Wang Zhu saw the anger, he somehow remembered a sentence - when the emperor is angry, he will lay down millions of corpses!

"What accident?" asked the frightened Wang Zhu.

"He was on the verge of death, and a message was sent that he was ambushed by the Holy See."

"Holy See! It's the Holy See again!!" Wang Zhu gritted his teeth.

"You have enmity with the Holy See?"

"Yes, we can't live together!"

"Do you know why I launched a movement to destroy the four olds?"

"why?"

"At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were many ignorant people, and there were many temples of all kinds, and the gods were all kinds of strange things. Religion can be said to be a mess in China. A Taoist priest, a monk, a Taoist temple, and a temple are one religion and one inheritance. Everyone is under the banner of religion, but there is no religious cohesion. The Holy See is different. They are organized, disciplined, and funded. Given the ignorant environment at the time, if they do not break up and then build, then the whole of China will soon fall. ..."

"So it's like this..." Wang Zhu couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Atheism destroys the local religious beliefs suppressed by the Four Olds, destroys a large number of cultural relics, and creates a cultural gap, but the effect is also obvious. In that environment, the power of the Holy See is completely isolated, and it is China's local religion. a space for development.”

"I see."

Wang Zhu suddenly realized, he remembered the people who found him through Su Xue. According to Su Xue, they were all members of the Religious Administration Bureau.

If the intention of the great man is true, then, it is very possible that the Religious Affairs Bureau will in fact twist China's native religions into one rope to resist the invasion of the Holy See.

Wang Chu didn't dare to believe what the great man said. After all, Jiang Guangtou used his diary to cleanse himself, and the great man might use this method to find excuses for his mistakes.

Of course, Wang Zhu is not interested in whether it is true or not, he only cares about the result.

Looking at the data, it can be seen that in the era of great men, the influence of the Holy See in China was almost zero. However, in recent decades of reform and opening up, the development of the Holy See has been as rapid as China's economic development. This is an iron-clad fact.

In terms of cohesion, China's native religions are far inferior to the Holy See, which is also a cruel reality...

...

"Have you decided?" Just as Wang Zhu was thinking about it, the great man asked lightly.

"Decided."

"how?"

"terribly sorry."

"No, young man, goodbye!"

The great man smiled and strode away. When he disappeared, he turned around and waved at Wang Zhu. During that wave, Wang Zhu felt a lot of emotions. He had a feeling of going back in time. The gestures and demeanors of the great men who once stood on the tower and waved to thousands of people are exactly the same.

The great man left Wang Zhu's divine sense.

After feeling the complete disappearance of the great man's spiritual power, Wang Zhu felt inexplicably lost.

Wang Chu didn't expect that the great man would accept his decision so frankly. He didn't even ask the reason, and the movement of turning around didn't drag the water at all...

...

The traffic that had been stuck for two hours finally moved.

Wang Chou didn't turn his head until the magnificent building disappeared, and there was always a slight melancholy in his heart.

"Master, drive faster."

Wang Zhu glanced back at the direction of the magnificent building, and urged the taxi driver.

No one knew how much willpower Wang Zhu needed to control the urge to take away the great man's soul when he communicated with the great man just now.

Sure enough!

Recalling the process of the exchange just now, Wang Zhu suddenly had a thrilling feeling. He found that from the beginning to the end, he was controlled by the great man to control the rhythm of his speech. Excuse some mistakes.

Obviously, he was trying to convince Wang Chu.

"Grandma, it's a good thing I have steel-like willpower." Wang Zhu chuckled and touched the demon refining pot in his hand.

In fact, it's not that Wang Zhu has such a strong willpower. The most important thing is that the demon refining pot in his hand can keep his brain clear...

...

Thinking wildly all the way, the taxi arrived at the destination - Ding's mansion.

"Boom boom boom boom boom..."

Wang Zhu knocked on the door loudly, but no one opened the door for a long time.

"What is this old man doing?

Wang Zhu depressedly called Ding Lao. What made Wang Zhu depressed was that Ding Lao got through, but no one answered.

It seems that the only thing left is to call Ding Zhizhi.

Thinking of Ding Zhizhi's plump and graceful figure, Wang Chu couldn't help but licked his lips.

"Damn, where's the phone?"

What made Wang Zhu want to die was that there was no Ding Zhizhi's number in his mobile phone. As for whether he forgot to save Ding Zhizhi's phone number or didn't have her phone number at all, Wang Zhu had already forgotten it.

How to do?

Wang Zhu thought about it, but he had nowhere to go, so he simply sat under a camphor tree opposite the townhouse and waited. In fact, Wang Chou had no choice but to wait, because the director would come to visit Mr. Ding later, and if he wasn't here, Mr. Ding would definitely reject the director.

After waiting, until it was time to get off work, I saw Ding Zhizhi hurried over with a handbag and fruits and vegetables in the other.

"Beauty, are you alone?" After seeing Ding Zhihui, Wang Zhu quickly got up and went around Ding Zhihui's back, gently hugging Ding Zhihui's slender waist.

"what……"

Ding Zhizhi screamed in fright. Looking back, he was so angry that he threw the vegetables in his hand at Wang Zhu's head.

"Hey, you don't have to be so excited." Seeing the vegetables and fruits being thrown over the sky, Wang Zhu quickly mobilized his spiritual energy, and put the vegetables and fruits into the space ring.

"Scare people to death, okay?" Ding Zhizhi looked at Wang Zhu angrily, and said angrily, "Where are my vegetables?"

"I'm here, I'll give it to you after I go in."

Wang Zhu hugged Ding Zhizhi's waist with a flattering face, Ding Zhihui patted Wang Zhu's hand twice, Wang Zhu didn't let go, so he ignored him, went to the villa door by himself, took out the key to open the door .

"I've been here for almost two hours, where's Mr. Ding?"

"He's at home! Hey...it must be in the basement, why don't you call?"

"Sister, I called, but no one answered."

"Oh...that must have left the phone on it, hee hee...the phone is here!" Ding Zhizhi led Wang Zhu to the living room, and sure enough, Ding Lao's phone was placed on the coffee table.

"Doesn't your family have a nanny?" Wang Zhu asked.

"Her daughter was born, and she took a month's leave. She didn't want to change people, so she didn't hire anyone... Eh, where's my food?"

"Let's go to the kitchen."

"Why?" Ding Zhizhi blushed inexplicably, she remembered the last time she was molested by Wang Zhu in the kitchen.

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