＞The smell of rainbow fart about “instinctive parenting” has not yet dissipated, but the Holy Temple of Shikoku sent us the “True Scripture of Chaos Origin Resonance”.
>The Beidi Ice Crystal Scripture is secretly engraved with a faith extraction array, the Xiling Star Pattern Scripture Cylinder is branded with a spiritual submission track, and even the Gu Moss Scripture Pages in Southern Xinjiang are secreting cognitive tampering spores.
> Chen Bao’s plan is to settle the “incense loan” at the altar, Er Bao’s pacifier is upgraded to “anti-conversion” mode, and San Bao’s cloud boat is circling the holy mountain spraying “awakening morning dew”.
> Lingbao gnawed on the cover of the scripture, drooling profusely. The venomous system announced: "Anyone who sends a faith bill again will be punished by being a saliva proofreader for a hundred years!"
Xiao Jue looked at the ten thousand scrolls of scriptures soaked with his daughter's saliva and sighed softly, "This profound and profound Taoist tradition is ultimately like the nectar between her gums."
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The terrifying prospect of "eternal aftertaste" was like the most powerful deodorant, instantly purging the four countries' ambitions to cage infants and children with data. The chaotic scene at Yudetang, a mixture of colorful fart mist and the cries of freedom, became an eternal nightmare and a pillar of shame for childcare experts in the four countries. After Lingbao's fart shattered the altar of "standardization," mainland China fell into a subtle, chaotic calm. Orphanages were disbanded, experts were unemployed, and parents joyfully tore up parenting manuals, allowing children to cry freely again.
Inside the General's Mansion, Lingbao seemed oblivious to her historic, multicolored fart streak. She'd recently become obsessed with a new skill—exploring the interaction between oral secretions and the external world. Simply put, it involved drooling and observing the shape, sound, and... smell of saliva dripping onto various objects. Xiao Jue's collar, Chenbao's abacus, Erbao's pacifier chain, even the propeller blades of Sanbao's cloud boat model—all became canvases for her saliva art. A Luo's specially made bibs were changed more frequently than her diapers.
"Little Ancestor, your saliva...is almost as saturated as the well at Grandma Wang's house." Su Li helplessly wiped the glittering silk thread hanging from Lingbao's chin with a soft cloth. Lingbao tilted his little face upwards, uttering "ah--" cooperatively, his big, dark eyes curiously staring at the drop of saliva dripping onto the back of his mother's hand. His little tongue unconsciously licked his lips, as if savoring the salty taste.
The tranquility of this exploration of water is like the embankment of a hanging river, accumulating a torrent in silence.
**Section 1: The Flow of Sacred Scriptures and the Loan of Faith**
The chess players from these four nations clearly possess a deep understanding of the ultimate secrets of "mind control." With the data prison crumbling, they resorted to a more "sacred" and "sublime" weapon: religion and faith. Their reasoning was impeccable: gratitude for His Highness Zero's creation of natural chaos, the manifestation of the origin of the Great Dao of the Universe! The four sacred temples, ancestral halls, and supreme shrines, summoning destiny, gathered the essence of millennia of faith to forge the "Chaos Origin Resonance Sutra"! This sutra aims to guide all spirits to comprehend the true meaning of chaos, resonate with His Highness Zero's origin, and share in the glory of the Great Dao! They respectfully invite His Highness Zero to descend upon the sacred mountain to personally inaugurate the sutra and usher in eternal peace!
And so, in front of the General's Mansion, the streets that had just been cleared were once again occupied by four solemn and reverent processions, their chants faintly heard. This time, there were no motorcades, only four teams of monks, shamans, witch doctors, and high priests, dressed in ancient ritual robes and with expressions as solemn as stone sculptures! With the utmost piety, they carried on their shoulders and in their hands:
**Northern Di:** A "Cold Abyss Chaos Induction Sutra Pillar" carved entirely from dark blue ice crystals. The pillar towers tall, shrouded in icy air, tangible scripture. Its base is embedded with an "Ice Soul Draining Array" designed to draw upon the power of faith.
**Xiling:** A "Starry Sky Chaos Submission Sutra Cylinder" forged from star iron, its surface shimmering with billions of light points. As the cylinder rotates, the light points form a mysterious star track, and its inner surface is engraved with the "Star Pattern Conversion Track," which guides the spirit into absolute submission.
**Southern Xinjiang:** A tome of the "Chaosong Symbiosis of All Souls," written on millennia-old Gu moss and inked with symbiotic mycelium. As the pages turned, colorless and odorless spores of cognitive manipulation drifted with the air.
**Donghuang:** A "Xuanhuang Chaos Praise Scripture Stele," carved from Chaos Spirit Jade and inscribed with Cloud Dragon Heavenly Dao runes. Auras flow from the stele, forming a "Ritual and Law Returning Heart Altar" for spiritual sacrifice.
Each sacred object exudes an ancient, sacred, and unquestionable aura of power. Sanskrit chants, prayers, incantations, and Daoist rhymes interweave into a mind-shattering, vast "force field of faith"! Their target is Lingbao, attempting to imprint their spirit and siphon their faith under the guise of "resonance"!
"What a 'resonance of origin'! What a 'sharing of glory'!" Su Li stood in front of the mansion gate, looking at the four "holy objects" that exuded the aura of mind control, and laughed in anger. "They are trying to use Ling'er as a humanoid faith power bank, draining all the incense and prayer power in the world and stuffing it into their statues!"
Xiao Jue stood beside Su Li. Though the Guihong Ruler remained unsheathed, the icy, murderous aura emanating from it acted as a substantial barrier, forcibly repelling the surging force field of faith by a foot. He could clearly sense the black hole-like channels of faith absorption and spiritual conversion traps within those "holy objects." If Lingbao approached or even touched them, its chaotic essence would be forcibly "resonated" as the source of faith, unknowingly shouldering the monstrous karmic consequences of supporting the four nations' pantheons!
"Answer it! We must answer it!" Su Li's eyes flashed like lightning. "They've brought the 'Faith Juicer' to the door. If we don't plug it in and try, how will we know whether it comes out as juice or blood? Let Chen'er's abacus settle the usury for this 'Holy Grace', let Heng'er's pacifier break this 'Divine Power', and let Yu'er's cloud boat cool down this 'Holy Mountain'!"
Chen Bao's face was as cold as ice, and the abacus beads hummed softly, constructing a liquidation model and countermeasures against the "faith economy." Second Bao, Su Heng, sucked on his pacifier, feeling the suffocating pressure of faith and instinctively feeling disgusted. His chubby hands tightly grasped the hem of his mother's clothes. Third Bao, Su Yu, stared at the glowing holy objects, wondering if Yun Zhou could use them as bowling balls to knock them away.
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