Chapter 361 The Beginning of the Two Beauties' Downfall
"The spiritual energy outside is fluctuating greatly, which is a bit abnormal." Fang Zuo frowned: "Ignore it, and continue your story."
"Yes, real person." The middle-aged man continued: "After I came here, I found that most of the human souls here have big problems."
"Not only does wealth divide ordinary people into different classes, but even their souls are subdivided. The upper-class white people have three strong souls, and their seven spirits are agitated but normal, almost the same as ordinary people in China."
"The middle class and ordinary people here have weak souls and seven spirits, not to mention the homeless. Not only are their souls weak, but their seven spirits are severely damaged."
"As for those powerful psychics, either their three souls are imprisoned by religion, or their physiques are strange, with seven spirits but no three souls."
“This place is really weird.”
"What makes me most uncomfortable is that although ordinary people here have abundant meat, many of them lack blood and energy, which can't nourish their souls at all."
"As a result, their souls could not withstand great use and even after being taken in, they dissipated before they could be sacrificed."
"That's because they have to sell blood almost every week." Chiba Iori propped himself up, and his immobility condition eased a little as Fang Zuo said.
She sneered and said: "Don't you know? This country is the world's largest supplier of plasma."
“Although their population accounts for only about 4 percent of the world’s total population, they provide about 70 percent of the world’s plasma supply and occupy 94 percent of the world’s paid plasma market.”
“Almost all blood products containing various hemoglobins come from America.”
"Because, in families with an annual income of less than $60,000, family members have to sell blood almost every week."
"The poorer ones even do it twice a week. This is the official number allowed, but they only do it in private." Chiba Iori sneered: "This is the so-called most powerful country on this planet."
Chiba Iori said this while looking warily at the man kneeling on the ground.
She could keenly sense the man's power and weirdness.
She knows who this person is!
The leader of the largest cult in North America.
Ron Hubbard of Scientology.
The Washington government has launched many sieges against him over the years, but he has always faked his death and escaped in various ways.
Each time the government announced the discovery of his body, they even publicly announced that they had arrested him and put him in jail.
But not long after, he reappeared in a state in North America.
Because of this magical power, he gained more and more followers and gradually became the leader of the largest cult organization in North America.
But at this moment.
This guy who caused headaches for the Washington government was so respectful to Fang Zuo.
Kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, with an extremely pious expression.
It seems as if Fang Zuo is the real leader of the cult.
This thought that popped up shocked Chiba Iori himself.
"Ron Hubbard?" Chiba Iori called out tentatively.
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Chiba Iori, then looked at Fang Zuo again.
There was a question in his eyes.
"One of our own." Fang Zuo nodded.
The words "were one of them" made Chiba Iori very happy. He slapped Fang Zuo's buttocks with a "pa" sound and pinched it at the same time.
The kneeling middle-aged man was so frightened by the scene that his eyelids twitched, but he pretended not to see it.
"I'm Ron Hubbard," the middle-aged man nodded, and explained to Fang Zuo, "Master, this is my identity in North America."
"Why are you Chinese? Aren't you supposed to be pure white? Your family migrated from Europe. Could it be that even the intelligence from the National Security Agency is wrong?" Chiba Iori frowned and recited his information like a treasure:
"According to the information, Hubbard, you failed in your studies in your early years and were expelled from the U.S. Navy for disobeying military orders. Later, you turned to writing and gained a lot of fans. You are especially famous for your science fiction novels."
"Later, you developed the religious organization "Scientology", claiming that humans are "Thetan" - the reincarnation of ancient alien souls, and that they need to join the religion to "erase" negative memories and return to their true selves."
"You still have this skill." Fang Zuo said lightly.
"Excuse me, Ron Hubbard is just the first body I borrowed since I came here." The middle-aged man showed an embarrassed look on his face.
"He has more than just this ability. The religion he founded is considered the number one cult by countries around the world." Chiba Iori kept looking at this cult leader who had been giving the Washington government a headache for decades:
"Not only did he attract all kinds of celebrities and wealthy people to join his cult, his cult even engaged in wiretapping, fabricating evidence, infiltrating the government and other activities."
"A few years ago, the Church of Scientology conducted the so-called "Operation Snow White" to infiltrate the IRS and steal tens of thousands of documents."
"And he also retaliated against critics, fabricating evidence of a terrorist attack on writer Paulette Cooper, which nearly landed that guy in jail for 15 years."
"As for the number of North American people killed and families bankrupted, countless more are lost."
"Now many Hollywood stars, such as Tom Cruise and John Travolta, are devout believers, and this sect has even spread to Europe."
"To be precise, there are seven branches around the world," the middle-aged man added.
There was a slight smugness on his face.
"What's your purpose in spending so much time on this?" Fang Zuo frowned and asked, "Going the incense route? Don't blame me for not reminding you that this is a dead end."
"Master, I understand that I am not taking the road of incense and worship, but I have nowhere else to go." The middle-aged man showed a complicated expression on his face, sighed and said:
"After discovering that the souls of ordinary people in North America were useless, I once thought about hunting down the souls of Protestants and other powerful psychics."
"But I am alone and my strength is limited. It is also difficult for me to obtain information from all parties. Every time I take action, I face a large group of psychics."
"After we succeed, most of those souls are useless. The efficiency is too low."
"Later, I also went to several war-torn countries to collect souls on the battlefields." The middle-aged man continued: "But I found that this way didn't work either."
"On those battlefields, many forces from various countries have already been collecting them."
"Not only are there monks from various religions, but there are also monks from our country. And their realms are not low."
"He and I had a big fight over a disagreement. I was slightly inferior because the small flag in his hand was more powerful than my natal flag."
"Later, I had no choice but to avoid him everywhere."
The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Zuo and his mouth moved a few times.
"It's not my man." Fang Zuo shook his head. "It's normal that you can't beat that little flag. It has been nurtured in the main hall of Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years. If it weren't for the weak spiritual energy now, it would have been born with intelligence long ago."
"If it were in ancient times, this kind of thing would not be appreciated by cultivators, but now it is a first-class magic weapon that can still be obtained."
Fang Zuo knew who the domestic monk holding the small banner was.
A monk in a white suit.
He rushed towards the remaining soul of Ashura on Mount Fuji, but was almost killed by himself.
Finally, with the help of his master, he gave Obata to himself as an apology, and finally gave it to Kawakita Ayaka.
It is even more normal for religions of various countries to go to war-torn countries to collect souls from the battlefield.
Judging from my recent experiences in these small worlds of God’s Kingdom.
In the religious kingdom.
Almost all souls have fixed numbers.
When they die of natural causes, their memories will be erased and they will be reborn as new citizens of the Kingdom of God.
Since it is a fixed cycle, there must be a new source of souls to replenish it.
Otherwise, if those souls were lost unnaturally, they would become fewer and fewer.
In the end, the entire kingdom of God was empty.
"It turns out that guy is a genuine Taoist. But why?" The middle-aged man just asked the question, then quickly took it back and didn't ask any more questions.
It’s better for you to know less about these Taoist secrets.
He went on to say, “After all the other avenues failed, I stumbled upon these cult gatherings in North America.”
"I found that when these believers gathered, although their three souls and seven spirits were dim, the negative emotions emitted by their crazy beliefs could be used."
"At least it's stronger than this thin spiritual energy."
"So you're thinking of finding another way to collect this stuff?" Fang Zuo probed the middle-aged man's body, nodded, and said:
"It's not that this road didn't exist in ancient times, but at that time the spiritual energy was too strong, humanity was flourishing, and there was no shortage of souls, so no one would look down on these leftovers."
"It's just right to support you now."
Fang Zuo paused and looked at the middle-aged man.
He suddenly said: "Wang Jianguo"
The middle-aged man was stunned by the word "villain", and his Adam's apple moved. It seemed that no one had called him like that for a long time.
It’s been a long, long time. After I embarked on the path of a monk, my relatives and friends have long since passed away.
What's more, he is a heretic cultivator and has no friends.
I used to hate this name which carries the imprint of the domestic era. I thought it was too rustic and really did not match my status.
But over the years, I have changed my body and name one after another.
Hearing my birth name again, a complex emotion came over me.
The larynx moved again.
A little choked up.
"You have a lot of talent. In this era, there are fewer and fewer monks who can climb up, so I let you go that time." Fang Zuo said calmly:
"If when we meet again today, the person in front of me is Wang Jianguo who has given up on the future and only cares about having fun, then there is no need for you to exist."
"Yes, real man." Wang Jianguo understood what Fang Zuo meant.
Although the path to longevity is a lonely one.
But in ancient times.
You and I, monks, are searching and seeking on the road, and at least we have many fellow travelers.
Or they might be casual practitioners who give each other half a scroll of incomplete scriptures while drinking under the moon.
Or in the sect, you come to save us today, and I will save your fellow disciples and brothers tomorrow.
Or maybe they are the seekers who are suddenly encountered in the secret realm, striving hard for the opportunity and showing no mercy.
Even if the opportunity is gone after a hundred years, it will all be in vain.
Each turned into nothingness.
but.
At least I've met one of my kind somewhere.
At least.
After a short journey together.
I am not alone in my path. But now, it is hard to meet someone like me. "Don't worry, Immortal, I will go forward to the death and will not slack off for a moment." Wang Jianguo said in a deep voice: "If one day I really do what Immortal said just for pleasure, I beg you to help me and give me a quick death..."
"It must be so." Fang Zuo had no expression on his face. Suddenly he thought of something and asked, "All those people at the bottom of society outside are seriously missing the main soul among the seven souls. Is this your trick?"
"Did the real person also discover it?" Wang Jianguo shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I just discovered that their souls were seriously missing, so I gave up my original path."
"Originally, these homeless people were ignored by the North American government. No one knew they were missing, so they were perfect soul material."
“But I don’t know why it’s like this.”
"Excuse me, can I interrupt?" Chiba Iori was confused and raised his hand and said, "Why don't I understand what you are saying?"
Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo didn't even look in her direction.
It's as if she doesn't exist.
"Master." Wang Jianguo opened his mouth to ask something, then paused, with some hesitation on his face.
"Just ask if you have any questions." Fang Zuo said.
"How did you get here? Did you fail in your ascension?" Wang Jianguo asked with gritted teeth.
As for this real person who has gone much further than himself, he also wants to know what the scenery ahead will be like.
"The Heaven Palace is empty. All the gods and Buddhas are gone. They have all left." Fang Zuo said slowly: "We are the only ones left here."
"How could this happen?" Wang Jianguo was stunned and muttered to himself, his eyes a little empty: "How could this happen?"
"Master, have you found a new way here?" Wang Jianguo suddenly came to his senses and asked anxiously.
"I have some ideas." Fang Zuo nodded.
Suddenly his brows furrowed.
"What's wrong with the real person?" Wang Jianguo asked.
"The fluctuations of spiritual energy outside are getting stronger and stronger. It seems like the work of some powerful being. Let's go and take a look." Fang waved his left hand.
He and Wang Jianguo disappeared in an instant.
Only Chiba Iori was left standing there in a daze.
"Where are the people?" Chiba Iori stared around with her beautiful eyes.
The two people just disappeared.
The only ones left there were the believers who were punished by Wang Jianguo, looking at Chiba Iori with fear on their faces.
"Fang Zuo, you bastard, why don't you take me with you when you have fun?" Chiba Iori cursed, "I've been protecting you all the way..."
As she cursed, she looked at the honest man Tim who was cowering beside her, and she got so angry that she stepped forward and kicked him a few times.
"Change your name next time, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."
"Also, give me all the money you have."
On the surface at this moment.
Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo stood high in the air, looking at the Los Angeles beach not far away.
January night, 2025.
Los Angeles, California.
A beach for the rich.
There were a few small wildfires in the distant woods, and the wealthy were watching from afar as if they were watching a show.
While joking and laughing.
These small fires were not taken seriously at all.
But in the eyes of Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo.
It is a completely different scene.
Northeast of the beach.
The spiritual power is extremely disordered.
The originally thin spiritual power actually gathered together at this moment.
Surging.
Unstoppable.
"Whose powerful wind skill is this?" Wang Jianguo shouted in surprise.
The expression was a little shocked.
Fang Zuo remained silent, staring into the distance.
In a flash.
The wind in the distant sky was blowing up all kinds of sand, stones and cactus fragments, like a giant ochre dragon.
It roared in from the northeast, bringing with it the dry heat of the desert.
The wind speed broke through the limit of 100 kilometers per hour, like a pair of invisible giant hands tearing the sky apart.
This wind dragon was compressed into a violent vortex at the Santa Ana Pass in the northeast, and fiercely pounced on the beaches of Los Angeles.
I 'accidentally' passed by a few small wildfires.
Fire takes advantage of the wind, and wind helps the fire.
The wind dragon roared, turning the originally small red flames into huge surging waves.
The flames suddenly rose dozens of meters under the urging of the wind, like an awakened red beast, devouring everything it touched with its fangs and claws.
The originally gentle flames now turned into millions of rockets, drawing hot parabolas in the air along the wind.
Wherever it went, a new sea of fire exploded instantly. The entire sky was instantly dyed a sickly orange-red, as if the sky itself was burning.
The fire wave, riding on the strong wind, devoured everything at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour.
The century-old red pine turned into a carbonized skeleton in the explosion.
The mansions in the Hollywood Hills collapsed like paper in the fire.
The flames leapt across the ten-lane highway with the help of the wind, and even the concrete roadbed cracked in the high temperature, as if paving a new fuel channel for this hellfire dance.
Looking down from the air.
The fire line on the Pacific cliffs stretched for dozens of kilometers, and the rolling fire clouds in the night sky illuminated the Los Angeles beach luxury residential area as if it were daytime.
The wind speed continuously pushed fresh oxygen into the core of the fire, causing the dying embers to burst into terrifying energy again.
The flames took advantage of the wind to form a flowing waterfall of fire, climbing wildly along the outer wall of the building.
These wealthy people from around the world, who were originally enjoying the beautiful scenery and sunshine of California beaches, are now standing in the distance in shock and vain.
Just watch your wealth vanish into nothingness.
There is nothing I can do.
Paris Hilton of the Hilton family looked at her luxurious villa from afar with trembling eyes.
The courtyard where my son learned to walk is now only left with collapsed agate walls.
Her knuckles turned white as she covered her mouth, unable to believe what was happening suddenly.
Not far away, Oracle CEO Larry Ellison silently gazed at the scattered luxury homes on Carbon Beach.
The ocean breeze carried sparks across his $100 million Zen garden, which contained a variety of pets that he cared for as family members.
Financial tycoon Robert Revani was making a phone call with a serious expression, hoping to urge the fire rescue team to arrive at the scene quickly.
For them, wealth is secondary and is just a number on paper.
And they really do care.
The mansion contains many treasures that I have spent half my life collecting.
Those treasures that can be seen by the public and those that cannot be seen by the public.
Those treasures that took most of my life to acquire.
From this moment on, I will never see you again Anthony Hopkins, 87, a hundred meters away.
He trembled as he picked up the half-burned Oscar trophy stand. It was the only thing he could snatch. The gold foil peeled off and turned to ash in his palm.
Every one of the unique vinyl records he collected is out of print.
Each one of them is his favorite.
after.
There will never be another one in this world.
These wailing rich people all showed miserable expressions.
Either kneeling on the ground or cuddling each other.
Either crying or cursing.
The mansions built by ordinary wealthy people with all their wealth were reduced to ashes.
The top rich people, even though they only lost some numbers, for them, there are things more important than money. No matter how much money they have, they can't buy them . And where Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo are, they are opposite each other across the entire Los Angeles beach.
Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock were watching everything happening in front of them with a smile.
To them, the flickering and spreading fire in the distance looked like a gorgeous firework display.
"These wealthy people will find that the fire brigade is useless because all the fire hydrants are empty." Demi Blackrock's pupils reflected the hellish fire in the distance. She smiled with her white teeth, and there was a chill in her words: "And after this fire, they will find that the insurance companies they have insured have filed for bankruptcy one after another."
"In the end, they will find that this most expensive piece of land in the world will be worthless, and they will have to continue to pay high property taxes. In the end, they can only sell it at a low price to our BlackRock consortium."
"We will use the cheapest price to buy the most luxurious location, rebuild it completely, and then sell it to other wealthy people again."
“What a great miracle this is Amen to the Lord Almighty!!”
Michaela Cohen smiled and said nothing beside her, then raised her hand gently.
The two maids behind him immediately handed over wet wipes.
Michaela Cohen took it and wiped her hands gently: "The air on California beaches is really dirty. Tell the governor of California not to allow anyone to enter their houses after the fire is extinguished."
"They were not allowed to clean up and rebuild their burned-down homes."
"I've found a reason for him."
"Of course it's for their safety, and also to count the property damage and casualties."
"As you wish." Demi Blackrock said with a smile, "He will be happy to do so. He will be so happy looking at the numbers in his Swiss bank account tonight that he will not be able to sleep."
"Now we can deploy the so-called rescue team to search for our holy relics." Michaela Cohen said.
But just as he finished speaking, the golden ring on his arm suddenly vibrated continuously.
She and Demi Black were stunned, and both looked into the distance with joy.
“It appeared, there!!!”
Then the next second, they both frowned and looked down. Cold words came out from Michaela Cohen's sexy red lips: "All the forces in North America are here. Who leaked the news? Damn it."
At this moment, Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo were watching all this.
Suddenly, they all looked towards the ruins engulfed in fire.
"Interesting." Fang Zuo looked at the thing in the flame and smiled slightly.
Then we discovered that people from various forces appeared from all directions.
"Wang Jianguo," Fang Zuo said lightly.
"Master, I'm here!" Wang Jianguo replied in a deep voice.
"Does your natal banner dare to swallow the souls of these monsters?"
"Why not? With Master Fang here, even if the Heavenly Dao falls, I dare to swallow it." Wang Jianguo stood behind Fang Zuo and said with a smile:
"I'm just afraid that these guys are not worthy of my help. I'm afraid they will stain my hands and feet."
(End of this chapter)
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