It was not until the morning of the third day that Ming Huan woke up from his catnip addiction.
He had originally planned to hold a demon conference today, and to overturn the world, but when he saw the demons of all sizes standing below, he sighed for no reason.
The demons were horrified. There were not many things in this world that could make the Demon Lord sigh.
"That's all for now!" Ming Huan said lazily, "Winter is coming, and I'm a bit lazy. I'll wait until spring to stir up trouble."
The demons looked at each other in bewilderment. Many of them privately speculated that the Demon Lord's true form must be a snake, a bear, or something else that needed to hibernate.
Since the Demon Lord wants to hibernate, that means we can start messing around in the mortal world!
The demons retreated silently, counting on their fingers when winter would come.
When Ming Huan turned over in his chair and put his long legs on the armrests of the chair, he couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and question the golden mentor.
"It's useless!" Ming Huan said, "My boyfriend has no reaction at all! Are you guys scammers?"
The golden mentor always replied immediately: "This... I just checked your information and found that there is something I missed!"
Ming Huan lost his initial patience and unhappily poked out a few words with his claws: "Fart if you have to!"
The gold medal mentor asked: "Excuse me, what is your boyfriend's occupation? Some professions are quite special, so this may be the reason."
Ming Huan scratched his chin with his claws and replied, "He's a liar, but he claims to be a psychiatrist."
In less than ten seconds, Ming Huan's phone rang. It was the gold medal tutor calling.
The relationship coach's voice was exasperated, completely devoid of the professionalism they had during their first meeting. His tone was accusatory and angry: "This is crucial information! How dare you conceal such important information? You are fully responsible for this failure! What's his name?!"
Ming Huan was stunned for half a second. No one in the world had dared to talk to him like that!
After being stunned for half a second, the Demon Lord cast a spell without hesitation, and a puff of black smoke rushed out of the Demon Palace.
The top instructor on the other end was still condemning the student on the phone: "Oh my God, your target is actually a psychologist! You should have told the teacher right away! Do you know what this means? Do you know how psychologists are trained? I'm telling you, the chances of success in this case are very small, and because you concealed it, our company will not refund the money..."
Before he could finish his words, the office door was kicked open with a bang.
A man in black rushed in directly, his expression was solemn and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
He just raised his hand lightly and grabbed the gold medal mentor's neck.
Teacher Wang's cell phone fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
Ming Huan stared at the relationship mentor and snorted coldly, "When I first met you, I told you he was a psychologist! Didn't you even look at my basic information?! Also, I won't tell you my name. I don't trust your level of confidentiality!"
Teacher Wang was held in the air by Ming Huan's neck, and it was useless for him to struggle with his legs.
Ming Huan pinched the fragile human's neck, narrowing his eyes. "Do you know who I am? How dare you shirk responsibility in front of me?"
Teacher Wang knew that he had met a tough opponent.
He gestured desperately, but Ming Huan snorted and threw him into the corner.
Teacher Wang covered his neck and coughed hard: "Money... money cannot be refunded... I have also been thinking day and night about how to help you pursue your idol..."
Ming Huan said indifferently, "Your plan is totally useless! I'm warning you, either return the money or give me a new plan that works! Otherwise... hehe!"
Teacher Wang nodded like a chicken, looking mournful. "Okay... okay... you... your boyfriend is a psychologist... what's his sexual orientation?"
Ming Huan said, "I don't know! He can hypnotize people. Oh, by the way, I seem to have seen twelve volumes of something in his study..."
Teacher Wang cried: "It must be the twelve volumes of Freud's collected works... wuwuwu..."
Ming Huan: "If you can't handle it, you can even refund my money! You liars!"
Teacher Wang covered his heart with his hands. His commission was thirty points, which meant that his commission for this order alone was thirty thousand yuan.
I can’t bear to return the money… so I have to continue to cheat.
Teacher Wang then stood up, leaning against the wall. He gathered himself together, trying to maintain a cool and professional demeanor. He said, "You're lucky. I'm familiar with psychoanalysis, and our senior supervisor is a world-class psychoanalyst. I'll take your case to my supervisor and will definitely help you achieve your wish."
Ming Huan flexed his claws and said, "My patience is limited. I will only give you three days!"
Teacher Wang nodded vigorously and watched this tough guy leave.
When Minghuan's shadow disappeared downstairs, Teacher Wang quickly made a phone call.
The phone rang once and then I picked it up.
Teacher Wang breathed a sigh of relief, then cried, "Teacher Simon! Teacher Simon, please save me this time!!"
Simon was a little surprised that he received a call from Wang Yanyan.
Wang Yanyan was a student in a crash course in psychology that he had taught two years ago. He used to work for Amway and came to study psychology in order to sell Amway better.
Simon remembered that the short-term training course lasted only six days. He had just graduated and could not practice independently, so he went to a training institution as a part-time lecturer and taught sales psychology and basic psychological mechanisms for six days.
There were about 30 students in that training class, of different ages. The reason why Wang Yanyan was able to stand out among the 30 people and leave an impression on Simon was entirely because after Wang Yanyan added his contact information, he actually used the newly learned psychological methods to sell Amway products to him.
It was also very strange to receive a call from Wang Yanyan at this moment.
So Simon said, "What's the matter? Did something... happen to you?"
Wang Yanyan said, "Teacher Simon, I'm also working in psychology now! I've come across a particularly difficult case, and I'd like to ask you for your guidance!"
Simon said, "Okay, let me see what we can do... How about this, I'll be free in three days..."
Wang Yanyan said, "No! It's urgent! How about this? I'll treat you to dinner tonight as a token of my gratitude for the knowledge you imparted to me that day... Although it was only six days, I benefited greatly from it..."
Simon wanted to refuse.
But the other party is worthy of being an Amway salesman.
"I recently joined an emotional company, and business is booming. I'd also like to talk to you about cooperation and dividends."
Simon looked at his watch. His next patient was coming soon, so he didn't have time to argue with Master Amway. So he said, "Okay, tonight at six o'clock, you pick the place."
After hanging up the phone, Simon opened the door of his clinic.
There was an acquaintance standing outside the door.
The man looked to be no more than twenty years old. The late autumn sun shone on his monk's robe, reflecting a bright light.
The man's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his deep eyes were filled with indelible depth and compassion.
"Donor, I'm here!" said Zen Master Kongxin.
Simon nodded. It was his first time to provide psychological treatment to a monk, so he was still a little nervous.
But since he has taken on roles like the snake demon, the mermaid, and the painted skin, it is only a matter of time before he becomes a monk.
Zen Master Kongxin slowly walked into the treatment room, sat down without saying a word.
Simon knew he couldn't match the silence of a monk. He was very self-aware, sitting in meditation for months without food, water, or movement.
So he took the initiative to ask, "Master, you... better hurry up, we only have an hour."
Zen Master Kongxin nodded, his hands were in place, and his yellow monk's robe and red cassock made his clear and sharp face look extremely strong.
At this moment, the sunlight leaked through the window and covered the shoulders of the demon-slaying Zen master, making Simon feel dizzy for no reason.
Simon said, "Or maybe it started with something that happened in the last two days?"
Master Kongxin stretched out his arm. The gauze wrapped around his wrist had been removed, but his arm was covered with dense cuts.
Each dish seems to tell a story.
"I haven't encountered anything strange these past two days. If there is anything strange, it's that I've been dreaming about that day a hundred years ago."
A hundred years ago, China was in ruins, wars were raging, warlords were in power, and demons were rampant.
That year, Kong Xin was only 27 years old, but he had already become the youngest and most promising monk in Zhengfa Temple. The local wealthy warlords were proud to be able to employ Master Kong Xin.
There was a fox spirit causing trouble in one house, a wronged ghost was harming people in another, and even when warlords were at war, they would ask Master Kongxin to go and save all living beings.
In that year, Kong Xin's master touched his head and said, "Kong Xin, you are the most intelligent person I have met in these hundreds of years, and you also have the greatest hope of becoming a Buddha. I am a demon-slaying monk under the Buddha. This is the jar of merit. When the evil spirits you have slain fill this jar, I will come to take you to the Western Paradise."
Kong Xin knelt down and kowtowed: "Yes!"
The old monk handed the bottle of merit to the hollow hand, took off his earthly body, and revealed his true form.
He has a solemn appearance, holding a sword in his left hand and a demon-subduing stick in his right hand. He is the demon-slaying monk under the Buddha.
Auspicious clouds appeared under the monk's feet, and he left, leaving behind only one sentence: "Kong Xin, you are soft-hearted by nature. Remember this: do not use thunderbolts, and do not show the heart of a bodhisattva."
Kong Xin bowed deeply in the direction his master left. He also remembered the saying: "Don't use thunderbolts, don't show your bodhisattva's heart."
Kong Xin went down the mountain again to slay demons and save all living beings.
Wherever he went, the local people, regardless of whether they were rich or poor, whether they were feudal remnants or revolutionary new forces, would express their sincere gratitude.
On this day, the wind was cold and the sky was empty.
This land had just experienced a great war. The dead trees in the distance were on fire, the barbed wire behind the dead trees were leaning to one side or the other, and the bunkers behind the barbed wire were blown to pieces in the war, leaving only broken walls and ruins.
Kong Xin stood on the blood-stained land, looking at the devastation and the sparse soldiers in the distance cleaning up the battlefield and collecting corpses. He clasped his hands together and chanted the mantra for rebirth.
After reciting the mantra for rebirth and saving countless dead souls, Kong Xin looked down at his merit bottle.
It will be soon. I just need the soul of a demon. Then my merits will be accumulated enough and I can wait for the master to come and take me away.
Kong Xin put the merit bottle in his arms and walked forward in the cold wind.
He had nowhere to stay tonight, and he remembered that there was a Guanyin Temple in this small village, but he didn't know whether the temple was still there after the war.
When it was almost dark, Kong Xin finally found the temple.
The temple had been mostly destroyed by the war, and there was no one in the entire village, with deathly silence everywhere.
Only half the temple roof remained, shattered tiles scattered across the floor, and the statue of the Bodhisattva had fallen into the mud. Kong Xin walked into the temple, found a corner, dusted off the ashes with his monk's sleeve, and rested amidst the smell of scorched dead wood and blood.
Just when he closed his eyes and was about to rest, he suddenly heard a clear voice. The voice sounded like a young man's voice, with a childish tone.
"Mage, do you know where Commander Zhang's troops are stationed?"
When Kong Xin opened his eyes, he saw a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old.
The author has something to say: The gender of the gold medal tutor has been changed.
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