He looked up and saw his lifelike self on the paper, and his eyes widened. "They say if you try to draw a tiger, you end up drawing a dog. How did you draw a cat?!"
"Cat?"
Xiang Sheng took a look at his new work and hung it on the wall with satisfaction, "It looks pretty good too."
"not good!"
Wang Tuo stretched out his claws to grab the painting, but Xiang Sheng grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and touched his soft fur.
Wang Tuo immediately got furious.
"Sister Sheng, are you so bold? I'm your elder brother!"
"Is it wrong for me to be close to my eldest brother?"
“…It’s not wrong, but it’s just not okay!”
Wang Tuo's resistance was obviously ineffective, but later he found that Xiang Sheng's touch was very comfortable, so he was too lazy to resist and lay down, purring comfortably.
"This icy and snowy weather makes me want to drink. Sister Sheng, do you have any good wine?"
"No."
“…I don’t care, I want to drink!”
“…”
With Wang Tuo's presence, Xiang Sheng's calligraphy studio became more lively and not so deserted anymore.
The food at the East City Restaurant was average, but luckily neither of them was picky, so Xiang Sheng just bought some and the two of them started eating and drinking around the stove.
Although Wang Tuo had been in a deep sleep for a while, he was not completely ignorant of what was happening in the outside world. After two or three glasses of wine, he asked directly, "Have you become a Earth God?"
Xiang Sheng paused with his chopsticks, looked up at Wang Tuo in surprise, and then chuckled, "Big Brother, you have good eyesight."
"It's not a good eye, it's the old man's inherited memory."
Wang Tuo nodded at a tuft of white hair between his eyebrows and said, "Thanks to him, I am now much more knowledgeable than before."
As he spoke, Wang Tuo crossed his legs in a humane way, touched his chin with his paw, and said with a tut-tut sound: "You are full of resentment, it's incredible."
Xiang Sheng opened his palm, and suddenly a palm-wide red mist appeared, running around frantically in his palm, but could never escape the control of his palm.
"I'm suppressing it with my Earth God body, so there won't be any major problems for now. However..."
Xiang Sheng frowned slightly, "The amount of resentment has been slowly increasing, and I haven't thought of a solution yet."
Wang Tuo carefully rolled up a trace of resentment to examine it, but his claws seemed to be burned as soon as they touched the surface of the resentment. He quickly let go, allowing the trace of resentment to return to Xiang Sheng's palm.
"It's not difficult to dispel resentment. If you weren't a Shinto monk, the cause and effect wouldn't be too severe, so it could be easily resolved."
Wang Tuo's tone darkened as he spoke of this. "But now you've become a half-earth god, your ways are even more divine than Shintoism, and you're too deeply entangled with incense. You're in trouble."
"I can't find a way back."
Xiang Sheng sighed softly, "But I was desperate at the time. If I hadn't done this, I'm afraid my brother wouldn't even be able to find my body now."
"I don't blame you."
Wang Tuo chuckled, "In my inherited memories, there are many people who have refined the core of the earth and become earth gods, but among humans, you are the first!"
"really?"
Xiang Sheng became interested. "I've asked around before, and apart from the Puppet Sect's leader, it seems no one else has attempted to refine the Earth God in ancient times."
"Did I lie to you?"
Wang Tuo held the wine glass with his two paws and leaned back in his chair, "The demon race has a long memory and is not bound by space or region.
Those guys who refine the Earth God that I mentioned are not from Dongzhou, but from a place called Tianyao Kingdom.
Every demon there has a trace of ancient demon blood, which is connected to heaven and earth. Only by relying on this connection can they become earth gods."
"Celestial Demon Kingdom?"
Xiang Sheng then asked, "Do you know the exact location?"
Wang Tuo shook his head repeatedly. "Inherited memories are extremely concise. How could they possibly remember useless information?"
He took a sip of his inferior wine and continued, "There are quite a few records about Shinto in my inherited memories. You have a sharp mind, so I'll take the time to copy them down for you. You can study them on your own."
"Thank you, brother."
Raising the cup to Xiang Sheng, Wang Tuo laughed heartily and drank it in one gulp. "What's the point of thanking me between you and me?"
Xiang Sheng also smiled and casually glanced at the dishes on the table, his eyes full of thought.
He didn't eat any of the meat or vegetables.
…
After eating and drinking, Wang Tuo went into the inner room with a pen and paper. Using his magical power to control the brush, he wrote very quickly. In just one afternoon, he finished a booklet.
After studying it for three to five days, Xiang Sheng finally gained some results.
The monks fight for their lives against the heavens and are no longer calculated by the gods.
But if a mortal dies in vain, the strong unwillingness will break through the seven orifices and turn into a trace of sinister energy.
This is resentment.
At the moment when the core of the earth shook and broke, countless people in the secular world died in vain, and thousands of resentments poured into the core of the earth.
She bears the repression with her body as the God of Earth, but there is a limit to her ability. If the resentment continues to grow, and one day it exceeds the limit of the God of Earth's purity, the center of the earth will be destroyed, and all creatures in Dongzhou will be extinct, it is obvious what her fate will be as the God of Earth.
"So the top priority is to avoid generating more resentment."
Xiang Sheng put down the booklet in his hand and looked at the wind and snow outside the door, a hint of understanding appeared in his eyes.
No more deaths can occur.
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