Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

This year's New Year's Eve, everyone spent it together.

There were so many children that the adults couldn't even step in.

After setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night, a large group of people knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's beard trembled and his lips were tightly pursed.

He gave out red envelopes worth tens of thousands of yuan.

On New Year's Eve of this year, most people were happy.

Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Nianzhen reconciled.

The TV was playing the on-demand gala.

There are many people.

At least there are plenty of living people.

While watching TV, Zhao Zhengze realized that Zhao Chuanxin was not there. He searched around the house with his crutches and finally found Zhao Chuanxin in the kitchen.

Zhao Chuanxin muttered to himself in front of the altar.

Zhao Zhengze sighed and quietly retreated.

"My father never believed in ghosts and gods before."

"More than just not believing it, it's simply a deception of God and the destruction of Buddha."

"But Dad is mumbling in front of the kitchen altar."

"..."

Zhao Songzhen said: "Someone told me that they saw my father in Hong Kong Island a few months ago. He stood in front of the old house for a day and a night. Finally, the police came and took him away."

Zhao Zhengze sneered: "Many people dream of immortality and come to me for help. These people are so stupid, they don't know that immortality is a curse."

The brothers and sisters stopped talking.

At their age, they can already understand how Zhao Chuanxin has been through these years.

If it were someone else, they would have gone crazy long ago due to that kind of torment.

When IBM launched the first personal computer in the prime of its life, Zhao Zhengze was no longer able to do so.

Zhao Chuanxin stayed with him for several months.

Zhao Chuanxin has honed his skills to the point where he can smell the scent of death.

A dying person is shrouded in a hazy and turbid light, just like the chaos when he came into the world.

Zhao Zhengze did not cry, did not ask for a longer life, and did not want to go out and take a look.

Instead, he helped Zhao Chuanxin wipe away his tears: "Dad, thanks to you, I have lived a comfortable life. When I was a child, you took me to play the guitar and the guitar. When I grew up, you gave me money. I have many children and grandchildren. There is nothing else to pursue. Now I am worried about you. Birth, aging, sickness and death are things that cannot be changed. You should be more open-minded. Others are begging me to ask you to help them live longer. You have something that they don't have. Since you have this ability, why don't you go traveling..."

He died while mumbling.

Zhao Chuanxin passively endured another critical hit.

Zhao Nianzhen neither wanted to practice balancing arts nor was he old enough to do so.

But she told Zhao Chuanxin clearly: "Dad, I want to live a few more years. Somehow, I want to cross this century. You have to help me."

Her willful tone made Zhao Chuanxin a little angry.

He took her to the Peace Academy.

“Benjamin, if you have any treasure, give it to your junior sister quickly. I want her to live another hundred years.”

Benjamin Goldberg smiled bitterly: "Master, we have medicine, but there is no medicine that can extend my life for another 100 years. But I can diagnose my body. As long as I eat and drink properly, I will have no problem living another 40 years."

Benjamin's many abilities have already surpassed those of his master.

Since then, Zhao Nianzhen came to Peace College for physical examinations every once in a while.

Zhao Chuanxin suggested to Zhao Songzhen that he wanted her to go to Peace College as well.

Zhao Songzhen shook his head: "Dad, you should live as long as you are supposed to. You have been running around for us for decades, and we have no way to repay you. Why can't you understand, Dad? My third sister will never grow up, but you are our father, not the other way around."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

He recalled carefully over the years and realized that he had met any request they had made.

Although Gail Russell had a car accident, she was always happy.

Zhao Hongzhi's life became more exciting and his last wish was fulfilled.

Jiang Mingxin went with the one she loved.

Zang Meiling no longer suffers.

Zhao Lingjun received the most favor.

Zhao Zhengze's life is fulfilling.

Yao Bing found a new direction.

Benjamin is sober.

Zhao Chuanxin thought to himself: Why am I always stuck in the quagmire of memories?

Zhao Songzhen hugged him and said distressedly: "Dad, you are a hero, you are a legend, you should not be hindered by us. Now that I am healthy, you take me back to Hong Kong Island and ride a bicycle with me for a ride like when we were children. I will be satisfied. Do you still remember our Time Island? We are all on the island, always."

The Central district on Hong Kong Island is bustling with traffic and has become even more prosperous.

A tall man with black and white hair and beard was riding a bicycle. He straightened his back and pedaled the 28-inch bicycle slowly and steadily.

On the enlarged back seat, a white-haired old lady was sitting astride the car, holding a colorful balloon in her hand, with a smile on her face.

The water of Victoria Harbour ripples time, and the black and white hair slowly turns black, the old lady's white hair turns black, and her body slowly becomes smaller and smaller, until she turns into a little girl with pigtails.

The little girl was bouncing in the back seat and laughing. Her bell-like laughter spread over Central Road, Victoria Harbour, and across West Kowloon.

The little girl said, "Dad, let's go back and take mom with us."

The man in front of me didn't have a single wrinkle on his face, he looked carefree, cheerful, even domineering.

There is nothing in this world that he is afraid of.

He turned around and smiled, "Okay."

The little girl pointed ahead in surprise: "Dad, be careful, we're going to get hit."

The man sneered: "I can't bump into you, it depends on Dad."

The bike did a beautiful drift and the chain was almost kicked off.

The little girl giggled.

She was not afraid at all. As long as her father was there, she would be safe.

The time that had gone back suddenly began to move forward.

The traffic is more intense, high-rise buildings are rising, the population is becoming more dense and bloated, and the shining billboards show the time: 1992.

84-year-old Zhao Lingjun used a walking stick to beat a thug: "You are just a bully in the community, and you dare to call yourself a leader. I will beat your grandmother's legs..."

"Grandma, calm down. This dog is blind and will kill someone again."

Zhao Lingjun shook his hand and changed the handle of the crutch.

The gangster was shocked. This was not a crutch, it was clearly just a decoration for others to see.

This old lady has all white hair, but she is still able to hold her own against five people.

Zhao Nianzhen's legs and feet were also very agile: "Big sister, you haven't changed at all in all these years."

Zhao Lingjun said proudly: "Big sister brought you back to see that your old house is going to be demolished and you can't keep it."

Zhao Nianzhen walked into the yard, which was already overgrown with weeds.

The flowers, plants and trees her father had planted had long since been pulled out.

Zhao Nianzhen said: "Sister, in 81, my father took me back home and rode his bicycle to take me around Central. More than ten years have passed."

Zhao Lingjun paused his cane on the ground and said, "You all said that Dad doted on me the most, but later on, Dad didn't care about me at all. Why didn't he take me for a stroll?"

"Sister, you..."

Zhao Lingjun interrupted her: "I'm just talking, isn't it okay to talk?"

Someone took some photos of them.

This is the last remaining evidence of this house, which will become a high-rise building with bright lights and night life in the future.

Perhaps a district bully will emerge and call himself the boss, which is ridiculous.

After watching, they left the yard.

Zhao Songzhen said, "Let's go. There's nothing to linger for."

She seemed to be talking about the house, but also seemed to be talking about something else.

When people get old, they seem to no longer belong to the new era.

Zhao Lingjun didn't want Zhao Nianzhen to suffer the hardship of traveling, so he used the teleportation array to directly teleport her back to Lugang Town.

The teleportation array was then taken away by people from the Peace College.

After returning to Lugang Town, Zhao Nianzhen said she was a little tired and wanted to take a rest.

Zhao Lingjun's eyes turned red and he secretly sent a message to Zhao Chuanxin.

When Zhao Chuanxin appeared in front of Zhao Nianzhen's bed, Zhao Nianzhen smiled: "Dad, didn't I tell you not to come back?"

"I have to come back to see my daughter." Zhao Chuanxin stroked her hair with a smile.

"Big Brother said that people may really have souls. Dad, where do you think my soul will go?"

Zhao Chuanxin said confidently: "If people really have souls, no matter where your soul goes, Dad will find you."

Zhao Nianzhen asked questions like he did when he was a kid: "Dad, what if I forget everything in this life?"

"Then I'll help you remember it slowly."

"That's great, Dad, you must help me remember it."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Don't worry, just close your eyes and rest for a while."

Zhao Nianzhen closed his eyes obediently.

This heavy and tired body rests forever.

Zhao Chuanxin had to find reasons and excuses to keep himself alive.

He promised Zhao Nianzhen and decided to do it.

He began to believe that the human body was nothing more than a meaningless shell.

There must be higher levels and higher dimensions.

He went to India, the Vatican, Jerusalem, and Heming Mountain, and he visited all kinds of religious figures.

He meditated, he practiced qigong with others, he sang and danced with the wizard, and he collected many books.

He went to the Antarctic, the Arctic, and he even dived into the Mariana Trench.

2000 years.

Yao Bing couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Nianzhen accompanied him in the virtual world.

Yao Bing was already skin and bones, but he sat cross-legged and refused to lie on the sickbed.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming, Yao Bing called out, "Master."

Zhao Chuanxin sat down on the mat next to him: "Your senior brother's hair is not even white, but you are so thin. Benjamin, do you have any magic medicine hidden?"

Benjamin Goldberg protested: "Master, that was the result of the food-transforming rune. It has nothing to do with those things. This is how people with pure hearts and few desires behave."

In fact, Benjamin Goldberg is not a man of few desires. On the contrary, he has great desires.

This desire breaks through this world and reaches the depths of the universe.

Yao Bing smiled and said, "Master, it's not my fault. I was injured too much when I was young and I can't be saved. I was wondering, why hasn't the alien from Cygnus come yet? Should we fight or not?"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "If it hits you, can you catch it like this?"

"Master, don't look at me like this. If the war really comes, I can still hold out for a year or so, at least I can die on the battlefield. If there is no war, then I won't suffer that."

At this time, enduring pain is also a part of Yao Bing's practice.

Zhao Chuanxin touched his hairless head and said, "Don't keep trying. I'm here to beat back all those idiots."

Yao Bing nodded.

He immediately looked at Zhao Lingjun and Zhao Nianzhen and said, "I'm sorry for both of you."

"Senior brother..."

The two old ladies burst into tears.

Yao Bing held their hands and said, "Then I won't endure it anymore. You guys take care of yourself."

After saying this, he lowered his head.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and walked out.

Benjamin Goldberg called from behind, "Master, where are you going?"