Chapter 190 The Characteristic

The Old Celestial Master arranged a small flight for Wei Yuan. The reason for not directly air-dropping him via fighter jet was that it was simply too absurd, so absurd that even the neighbors could tell that the cheerful guy being circled and dropped off by a fighter jet was here to cause trouble.

What else could it be?

Sending warmth to the villagers, opening doors.

Wei Yuan praised the in-flight meal as extremely delicious.

After unsuccessfully inquiring about the recipe, the fair-faced attendant, with an apologetic smile, said that the chef was a private flight acquisition. Wei proceeded to devour two servings of the meal, using his divine ability ‘Ge Yuan Dong Jian’ (Seeing Through Walls) to recreate the recipe directly.

Not just the recipe, even the heat control and fifty years of culinary experience were recreated.

Ge Yuan Dong Jian—Supreme Divine Ability of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals of the Human Race.

State—Incomplete.

Peak State in Anticipation—

Thoroughly insightful, seeing through everything, observing the ten directions, above and below, without any obstruction!

Within and without the six directions, ghosts, gods, people, hidden and manifest, large and small, all clearly discernible.

Mythological Prototype—Kunlun Three Gods·Kaiming, sitting at the Nine Heavens Gate, overlooking eternity.

Current Use—Recreating recipes and heat control, Wei Guanzhu's cooking skills upup, great satisfaction.

The Old Street Museum's food level has been upgraded, and employee happiness has increased.

After a rather uneventful flight, Wei Yuan reread the ancient Indian myth, "The Chronicle of Water Retention." The private flight landed steadily, and he finished reading the last part of "The Chronicle of Water Retention," frowning at this mythological legend.

If you put aside those things with strong mythological and religious colors.

Roughly, it's about the Asura King Water Retention integrating the Asuras, attacking the heavens, defeating the Celestial Emperor Indra, expelling the gods, and finally being defeated by Vishnu, one of the three gods, transforming into the fire that burns the world and returning to the third eye of the Destroyer God Shiva.

Because he himself is part of Shiva, he is just returning now, and the reason why he can defeat the Celestial Emperor is also this reason.

But as the Old Celestial Master said, myths reflect history and culture, and even fairy tales have reality. If you examine the original form of the Celestial Emperor Indra, you will get another completely different meaning.

The Celestial Emperor Indra is the leader who led the Aryans to annex the ancient Indian divine civilization.

This is generally recognized.

And what the Asura race suppressed by the Celestial Race refers to is very simple.

It is the original ancient Indian civilization.

Water Retention is the Asura King, the strongest Asura King, that is, the leader of ancient Indian civilization. In legends, he gathered the originally scattered Asura众 (zhòng), which in terms of deeds, means integrating ancient India like Xuanyuan, attacking the heavens, and bloodbathing the thirty-three heavens of the celestials.

That is, slaughtering and expelling the invaders.

Making Brahma avoid war, and being equal to Shiva, he is called Shiva's wrath.

Seemingly an unmatched human king on earth.

And the reason for his ultimate defeat—

His wife, Pilinda, was a devout follower of Vishnu. When Water Retention fought the gods again, the Asura King's wife was raped by Vishnu disguised as her husband. After discovering this, the woman's faith collapsed, and she died in grief and indignation, burning herself to death.

And the anger of the human king turned into sorrow, and flaws that should not have appeared. He was killed by Shiva.

His own ancient Indian divinity was swallowed by Shiva, turning into the most terrifying rage.

It is also the root of the power of Shiva the Destroyer in legends.

The story ends.

Really, when facing a hero, if you can't defeat him from the front, you can disintegrate his heart from within.

And it's still a low blow.

Wei Yuan didn't know what to say about the things recorded in the official mythology.

Even that old stallion from the West would despise this, right?

Zeus at least fought to the death to become the master of the divine realm, killing the Titans to ascend.

Controlling lightning.

Full of martial virtue!

Of course, only limited to Zeus·Young version.

Probably after getting old, the feeling of 'I fought to the death all my life, why can't I enjoy it?' appeared. Although he went around picking up girls, he didn't do such a dirty thing as, 'I can't beat you, so I'll kill your wife and break your Dao heart.'

“…………Really, characteristic.”

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows, and from this myth, he finally reverse-engineered the possible mythological concept of the enemy—rage, and the fire of sorrow. Of course, this is likely from the last roar of the ancient Indian pantheon from 3000 BC.

From the anger and ultimate sorrow of the human king.

He is the leader of ancient India, the Asura King Water Retention before his death.

The real ancient Indian people lost their commander and leader, and finally collapsed. Even the legend of the human king was transformed into a part of the gods. Only one thing—even in the current legends, the matter of Vishnu, who symbolizes righteousness, raping believers cannot be erased, which can be regarded as the last remnant.

However, after thousands of years of gilding and singing, it has not dissipated. It can be known that in those years, I am afraid that even some of the so-called Celestial Race could not accept such a victory. No wonder later, it was clear that Vishnu created the world in the legend, but the final three-phase god was vaguely dominated by Shiva.

After all, there is less black material, the head is iron, and he can fight, can fight, and can fight.

This is the mutual appreciation between head-iron and head-iron.

As for the so-called cosmic will Brahma.

Brahma married his daughter, Saraswati.

Then he was directly chopped off his head by a trident by the irritable old brother Shiva.

He is now the one with the fewest religious temples in India.

Brahma has three heads left. By the way, after the irritable old brother chopped off his son's head again, he secretly instructed him to put an elephant head on his son.

However, the rage used by the gods, devouring all things.

Thinking about it carefully, after all, it may not be an opponent of Wuzhiqi's divine power of Huai River in the divine era.

Wei Yuan thought thoughtfully, feeling that among these three-phase gods, it seemed that only the head-iron and irritable old brother Shiva was okay, and he didn't seem to have any major problems except that his head was too iron. As for anger, using the power of the gods to drive the anger of the human king who was calculated and died, thinking about it, you know that there will be problems with the version.

The subsidiary authority of this thing often appears in mythology that it can be released but not received.

For example, giving someone the power to burn all enemies to ashes if they touch their head with their left hand.

The person who received this blessing finally touched his head with his hand.

Then, he was gone.

"Fire…"

Wei Yuan whispered.

Then, with the spirit of Wuzhiqi, the four great rivers.

It's okay, this game is stable, I'll just watch the show and eat melons next to me.

He murmured silently in his heart.

"Water Lord? Water Lord, are you there?"

"We're here, do you want to come out and have a fight?"

After a long silence.

Wei Yuan once again invited cheerfully and enthusiastically: "I can give you games!"

"This time I'll give you ten games, choose whatever you want!"

Wei Yuan received two words in response.

"Hehe."

By the way, there is also the most classic smiling expression at the end.

Wei Yuan: "…………"

Wuzhiqi, who was flying at high speed, looked at the price of a cross-country private flight first-class ticket.

Golden pupils exuded a dangerous look.

"Hehe."

Ten?

I want them all!

Wuzhiqi put away his phone and flew away at a violent speed.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched. With his method of divination, which he basically had little proficiency in, he calculated that Wuzhiqi seemed to appear on time. He was slightly relieved, looked at this place, his expression gradually complicated, and the past experiences and the scenes he had seen in the past were all vividly in front of him, as if they had happened yesterday.

Xuanzang, Shi Pantuo.

And that cheerful and happy King Harsha, who almost had the potential to unify all of India.

Things have changed.

Of those who used to travel arm in arm, only Yuan is left alone.

However, when he thought of King Harsha, Wei Yuan suddenly paused, remembering that the guy had a good relationship with him at the time. They were martial artists who exchanged swords with each other. When crossing the river that day, his sword fell into the river. At that time, he also said that he would definitely get the sword back in the future.

It's rare to come here once.

Before Wuzhiqi's temper recovers, let's get that sword in hand first.

Wei Yuan identified the direction and walked calmly.

While sensing the Harsha sword, he followed the feeling.

Going to retrieve the sword this time.

…………………………

In the museum.

Everyone watched the news again.

The Water Ghost couldn't help but sigh: "Directly entering the game, being an undercover agent, counter-killing, provoking, and finally overturning the table. Until the end, those people didn't seem to suspect her. It seemed that the boss, when he was arrested, was worried that she would also be in danger and took the initiative to confess all the crimes and take them on himself."

"And more than one person did this."

"This method is already outrageous, right?"

"I'm afraid it's enough to leave a name in the history books…"

"Why do I feel like even if I was given a strategy, I couldn't do it?"

Chang Cheng, who was watching Western palace dramas next to him, couldn't help but complain:

"Your head is full of happy water, you definitely can't do it."

"Thank you for the compliment."

The Water Ghost opened his phone. In addition to the consistent condemnation of traffickers and these guys in China, there were melon-eating people who were attracted by the girl's wit, bravery, appearance, appearance, and appearance.

The Water Ghost had to say: "Indeed, she's good-looking."

Chang Cheng said: "You really like to eat melons."

The Water Ghost said confidently: "Is eating melons by Chinese people called eating melons!"

"If you don't eat melons when there are melons, are you still human?"

"Such a big melon, you must eat it!"

Mount Buzhou God gave a thumbs up.

Vodka was playing tarot cards with Xiaoqing, who had just arrived, took a look, and said happily:

"It's very suitable as a prototype for manga characters!"

Xiaoqing, who came over to freeload a meal next to him, tilted her head: "Manga prototype?"

"Yes."

Vodka stretched out a finger and said: "It's the character prototype."

"It's always better to imagine out of thin air than these real existences, more complete and vivid."

"For example, this girl is a great prototype. With a little secondary creation, she's a good character. Smart, clever, and good-looking. Such a character can't be drawn as a silly white sweet. She must have ambitions. But there are too many pure and righteous characters, it's boring. So, let's add a little bit of ambition to her, and it's best to add a little bit of aggression, and we can form a popular bad woman."

Xiaoqing thought thoughtfully: "Are sisters like that no longer popular?"

Her eyes were bright, and she took out a notebook.

The pretty painter said triumphantly: "Of course, what kind of CP should this girl be paired with?"

Xiaoqing thought thoughtfully.

She looked at the girl in the news who was frightened by the traffickers, with a fair face and innocent eyes.

But the girl who directly caught the entire chain of transactions with a method that was so wonderful that it was outrageous, said:

"A bad man who is also very smart and ambitious, a tyrant?"

"No no no, wrong."

Vodka adjusted her non-existent glasses, and then solemnly said: "Such a powerful and smart, and aggressive bad woman, and that kind of equally bad, scheming guy, of course, is possible, and it's quite interesting, but it's like black and black dancing together, and there is no shocking contrast."

"So, bad women must be paired with good men!"

"Of course, bad women are different, and good men have various styles."

"For example, a bad woman who is a dominator should be paired with a character who is obedient on the surface but directly bursts out with a knife as a CP."

"Aggressive ones should be paired with abstinence types, preferably practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism."

"Those with strong control desires must put her together with a free and unrestrained ranger."

"For example, her!"

'Vodka, who lives in the attic on the second floor of the museum' slammed her finger out, and then shook her voice in a judge-knocking hammer air, "With both aggression and control, the most interesting thing is to put together a free and easy ranger who is not in Buddhism but has a Buddhist and Taoist heart. I can draw a hundred pictures, a hundred pictures!"

"In the current romance comics, the heroine goes straight, and the male plays tug-of-war."

"Common, very common."

"Oh oh, is that so?! I understand, Master Vodka!"

The girl Xiaoqing's eyes were bright and she took notes seriously.

The painter was triumphant, although she didn't know what Xiaoqing was taking notes for.

She still added: "But I'm just a secondary creation, a secondary creation."

"It's nothing, you don't have to respect me so much."

Ding dong, ding dong…

At this time, the museum's doorbell rang. The painter, who put down the digital tablet, left her readers and went to play tarot cards with the beautiful girl and chat casually, lowered her head and pretended not to hear. The soldiers were on a training exercise with Yuanjue. It was said that in order to catch up with the curator's footsteps, they were working hard to improve. The mountain gods were watching Western palace dramas with interest, after all, they had never seen them before.

After the doorbell rang continuously for five seconds.

Finally, helplessly, the Water Ghost, who was watching comments online and eating melons happily, was kicked five times in a row on his slender right leg by the young girl painter. He reluctantly got up from the sofa, holding his phone, eating melons while going to open the door. When he opened the door, there was a Longhu Mountain cultivator in a modified Taoist robe, with an English and valiant temperament, Zhang Hao. The Water Ghost was already familiar with him and nodded.

"Oh, Lao Zhang, hahaha, you're here, come in."

"I'll ask the big monk to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks for you."

The Water Ghost greeted him, and then his eyes immediately lit up and he leaned up, saying: "By the way, Lao Zhang, let me tell you, there's a big melon here, you must eat it, you must eat it!" After all, everyone in the house was doing their own things, and the Water Ghost couldn't communicate with others, so he was so bored that he immediately opened the news and wanted to spread the joy of eating melons. The fun of eating melons in the news is to eat with sand sculpture friends!

He was taller than Zhang Hao. When he leaned over, his eyes would naturally look outward.

Then his expression froze.

The news screen on the phone was the tense and innocent girl.

Outside Zhang Hao was a girl in a white palace dress with black, red, and gold decorations. Her eyebrows and eyes were big and beautiful, and her temperament was graceful. She was several times more beautiful and alive than the news screen. Noticing the Water Ghost's gaze, she smiled and returned the greeting.

This is a big melon, you must eat it!

So said the Water Ghost.

A certain Mount Buzhou God, who did not want to be named, gave a thumbs up.

You're right!

ps: Today's first update…………

Flipped through it, and only wrote 626 chapters in the previous book. I sighed, what a pity.

My writing skills were not enough at that time.