Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1245 - 35: There Is No Omnipotent Bodhisattva Here
Heavenly Monarch Chen is not the Bodhisattva Guanyin, standing on the cloud, holding a willow branch and sweeping it towards the ground, bringing celestial rain that cures all diseases.
Though everyone wishes for such an Immortal.
When people fantasize, they don’t consider logical issues.
For example, a peerless beauty is devoted to me, allowing me to do as I please.
A billionaire suddenly adopts me, then leaves me an inheritance before going westward on a crane.
It’s not illegal to think about this kind of thing in your head.
But if you haven’t fully woken up and take such fantasies seriously, then that’s inappropriate.
Taking the initiative to do good deeds is called the Holy Mother.
Standing around commanding others to do good deeds is called a Holy Mother bitch.
Speaking of Xiangjiang’s epidemic prevention, Heavenly Monarch Chen could indeed do some things, and is willing to do some things as well.
But it cannot be related to the Yang Family.
Don’t ask why, anyone familiar with the Yang Family wouldn’t bother explaining it to you.
She also doesn’t need to maintain a dojo that doesn’t belong to her.
If you ask me to do something, do I have to agree? If you burn incense for me, do I have to protect you?
Isn’t that unreasonable!
Even monks who have gone to the monastery have to imprint incense scars on their heads, not eat meat, not kill, and recite scriptures every day before people consider them disciples of Buddhism.
And here you utter a few polite remarks and burn two sticks of cheap incense, hoping to get things done?
Even your biological parents might not love you that much.
Heavenly Monarch Chen doesn’t accept moral coercion.
And regarding this matter, she also has something to say.
Why does the epidemic keep recurring, and it can’t be suppressed?
The virus mutation is indeed one of the reasons.
But has the sanitation bureau done its job properly?
Are the sewers clogged, and when it rains, the streets are full of sewage, rats crawling everywhere, is anyone taking care of it?
Did the profiteers and scoundrels who rushed to Guangdong Province to buy rat tails at low prices and then claimed bounties on high from the government for rat extermination get dealt with?
What are the owners of the medicine halls and coffin shops thinking?
With so many unresolved issues, you now want a Bodhisattva Guanyin to solve everything?
Sorry, I am not.
Although Heavenly Monarch Chen did not explain these things to everyone, which of the disciples present is not a shrewd one (temporarily not considering Zhuang Xiaodie), everyone actually understands.
Li Mumu has a bit more intelligence.
As for the matter of annihilation, due to the complexity of the space-time and cause-effect involved, her Divine Skills can’t see the ins and outs of the Cause and Effect Line clearly.
But the cause and effect of the outbreak of the epidemic is not that complicated.
It boils down to two aspects.
First, the negligence of the British.
Everyone knows the British can’t hold Xiangjiang, the British themselves know, so why put in the effort.
Moreover, the reason everyone is willing to come to Xiangjiang to do business is precisely because this place lacks regulation.
You can’t expect those big-nosed foreigners to be laissez-faire about taxes and then be strict about public health laws... Otherwise, they wouldn’t be foreigners, they should be called Jesus.
Secondly, someone is stirring things up in the dark.
The illegal underground cult that Zhuang Xiaodie’s parents joined to seek a cure is backed by a secret society of vampires, who, to recruit followers, are also clandestinely fanning the flames of this epidemic.
The name of their cult is called the Holy Grail Church.
Hmm, old friends.
This morning, as usual, Li Mumu got up early, went to the rooftop restaurant for breakfast, and had coffee.
Alongside, she enjoyed the sea view.
Then she saw several dilapidated, movie-prop-like three-masted wooden ships, similar to those in Caribbean Pirates, rushing towards the shore at high speed.
Then those guys, draped in heavy metal armor, with black smoke puffing out from their backs, wielded katanas and cross spears as they jumped off the deck, swiftly occupying the dock, starting to burn, kill, and loot.
Li Mumu’s brain crashed for a full ten seconds, then she spewed a mouthful of black coffee.
Holy crap, isn’t this Black Cloud Armor?
This thing, depending on its manufacturing level, is also called Ghost Warrior Black Cloud Armor, or Black Cloud Ranger Armor.
The so-called Black Cloud refers to the black smoke puffing from its back.
In more scientific terms, this is called an incomplete combustion phenomenon.
This thing was historically renowned; initially, it was the Nederland People who brought steam engine technology to Fusang, and then Fusang monks manufactured Black Cloud Armor, selling it to the local Daimyos.
Later, certain Daimyos sent Samurai disguised as pirates to raid coastal Prefectural Governments, and this mecha technology subsequently flowed into the Ming Country, where, after careful modification by the master craftsmen of the Mohist school, it became the later Heavenly Armor.
So...
Hell, aren’t they really Wokou Pirates?
Li Mumu rubbed her eyes, glanced left and right, making sure she hadn’t traveled back in time, or rather to some day in the future where a cosplay convention is held in Xiangjiang...
After repeatedly confirming and excluding the possibility of a prank by cosplay enthusiasts, Li Mumu had to accept the reality in front of her.
Dear me~
This time, it wasn’t her who traveled through time, but a group of old things from three or four hundred years ago traversed to Xiangjiang!
The composition of the Wokou was actually quite complex, as some roadside literature would enlighten you, saying it involved national and family enmities, internal and external collusions, pointing to a deer and calling it a horse, selling hooks...
But now is not the time for a history lesson.
Wokou are Wokou, they came with the intent to burn, kill, and plunder.
Xu Changge, without saying a word, picked up a knife and went downstairs.
