I, Stitcher, Leon!

Chapter 148 The Dark God of Destruction

Shengzhu still had a faint smile on his face, as if he had expected that Tuo Shiduo would talk about the ending of this story.

However, what Shengzhu waited for was Tuo Shiduo to say these words.

"Yes, in the story recorded in the Ramayana, the good man did die three months later, which has also become a strong evidence that the resurrection cannot be permanent. And later in the book, there are also records and comments from the first generation. It is the reincarnation of natural balance. It is a kind of complement to be able to take three months to sort out the past and leave without resentment or regret. But trying to live a life like a normal person is unreal and does not exist. of nothingness."

"but!"

Shengzhu suddenly changed his voice, and his tone was a little higher: "But in the Upanishads, there is a ritual that can anchor the soul and the body. Even if the body dissolves after death, it can also be absorbed by the energy particles of the body. Reunite again to complete the operation similar to reincarnation. The energy is endless, following the way of natural balance. The energy of the dead body will be dissipated in nature, through various cycles, and then reorganized and strengthened to form a new life."

"The reincarnated person has no past life memory, but since the soul is anchored and has a clear mind, do you think this person can recover the past life memory?"

Shengzhu's rhetorical question made Tuo Shiduo speechless.

He never expected that the Lord of Life could achieve his goal by citing extensively from different classics.

Tuo Shiduo wanted to refute, after all, it was the first generation who said that he could not be resurrected.

The first generation of monks is the true god that all monks of the Vedas believe in, and it exists beyond doubt.

The classic books they are studying now are also written by the first generation, or recorded by the first generation disciples.

Knowledge is as vast as smoke, and what they can master is a tiny drop of water in the vast ocean.

For the example given by the Lord, he could not argue at all.

Because these are two independent documents, the first generation did not express any opinions on this point.

"That is to say, as long as the body and soul are anchored, so as to find the reincarnated person, relying on clearing the heart and soul, the memory of the previous life can be restored, is that so?" Li Ang couldn't help asking.

Dying Indra sighed softly.

Even he was overwhelmed by the exquisite viewpoint of the Rabbi.

In this case, it is indeed very likely to succeed.

The disintegrated energy is materialized matter, while clearing the heart and soul represents memory and spirit.

When the trinity of matter, memory and spirit after reincarnation, apart from age, who can say that this is not the same person?

"If everyone uses this method of reincarnation and rebirth, then who will really face death? This is also the first generation's well-intentioned effort, so there is no comment. It is just hiding this matter in the vast classics , just wait for someone who cares to find out."

The Rabbi gave the final conclusion to this debate.

Li Ang looked up at the statue of Mordori, and said, "If I say that I want to revive Modori now, will you cooperate?"

As Li Ang said, he also took out the old man's soul.

When Cheng Xin Jing Po, which represents light and purity, was taken out from Li Ang's hand, all the monks present gasped and shouted in shock.

It stands to reason that dark creatures are most afraid of this bright and pure substance, but Li Ang took out the pure heart and soul of Modoli without changing his face.

This also made them think of what Di Shi said before, that Li Ang was also a member of the Vedic religion.

Reminiscent of the unknown death of Mordori's head some time ago, Di Shi and Hei Tian were both vague, which made everyone feel absurd.

It seems that there are some things they don't know.

Many monks turned their heads and looked at Di Shi questioningly, wanting to hear the truth from him.

"Let me say it! It's true that I am a dark creature, but the old man didn't look down on me because of my identity. Instead, he led and taught me the way of Veda, so that I can act according to my heart."

"However, the old man was beaten to death by Hei Tian in order to cover me, and he also sent Hei Tian back to this Pantheon at the last moment."

Li Ang opened his arms and looked at the ruined Pantheon, with a complacent expression on his face.

"The rise of dark creatures, the army of dark creations, is just a bureau I designed to divert attention. The real purpose is to come to the Pantheon and find a way to resurrect the old man."

After hearing Li Ang's self-report, all the monks felt extremely crazy.

In order to revive a tiger, he went to such great lengths.

How many innocent lives were filled in it, but it turned out to be just a bait set by Li Ang.

Helping this kind of murderer is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, how can you agree?
But this plan was proposed by the living master, and only the living master has the right to refuse.

"I want to know, who is the god you speak for?" Shengzhu asked back.

"It's Rudra, but I have already broken it to pieces." Li Ang said bluntly, without any cover for the domineering tone in his tone.

The implication is that I am not a Vedic person now, but you must also help me.

"Rudra, sure enough, sure enough..." Seeing Li Ang's appearance, the living master seemed to have thought of it too.

It's just because the statue of Rudra was destroyed, he didn't know why, so he asked this question.

"Ahem, do you think that if you destroy the statue, the godhead will disappear..."

While the two were talking, Indra, who hadn't died yet, spoke with difficulty.

Li Ang frowned, and the monks present did not understand why.

If the idol is destroyed, without offerings and resonance, the godhead will of course disappear. This is the iron law and theorem of Vedicism for hundreds of years, and no one can escape this rule.

Seeing Li Ang's confused eyes, Indra finally felt that he had surpassed him at a certain point.

Some people, even if they want to escape, they cannot escape this fate.

Some people pursue power, but they can't get it.

There are some people who abandon their status and godhood as if they are shoes, but they are always favored by fate.

Indra only gave everyone a meaningful smile, then raised his hand and pointed at the statue representing Indra at the top of the pantheon.

After doing these actions, he completely breathed out and died.

Everyone was still at a loss for Indra's riddle, but at this moment, Di Shi's statue cracked.

It doesn't matter if the fire is extinguished, it is unprecedented to crack.

The old idol, completely shattered with the demise of Indra.

But in the old statue, a completely new new statue was born.

Like a Tibetan image!

This has never been seen before!

Everyone, including Li Ang, stared at the new god statue who was still holding a pipa and half-hidden its face.

Intuition told Li Ang that this new statue might be related to him.

When the old fragments were completely shattered and collapsed, and the new figure appeared in front of everyone, the monks couldn't help but gasped, and even exclaimed.

"It's Shiva! It's the statue of Shiva!"

"Vedas, entered the era of the legendary three gods..."

Then, everyone's eyes focused on Li Ang.

because.

Shiva, formerly Rudra, the storm god in Vedicism.

And Shiva represents life and destruction, creation and destruction.

In other words, the god of gods in the new era of Vedicism is Li Ang!
Da Zi Zai Tian, ​​Lord of the Three Thousand Worlds!

(End of this chapter)