Becoming a god starts from planting a Bodhi tree.

Chapter 64 Chapter 63 People are like trees
Ji Jingqiu asked the question that was in his mind.

Lin Donghe smiled and asked instead of answering, "I heard that Commissioner Ji accepted a mission from the City Hall and rescued an unidentified girl?"

Ji Jingqiu did not deny it.

Lin Donghe looked at him with an expression that was either pity or gloating, but he said:
"Commissioner Ji should have pulled back from the brink earlier, made amends, and not gotten so close to City Hall."

at this time.

The sound of gunfire was heard ahead, and the Public Security Bureau began to take action. The drone swarm approached the target area according to the predetermined route, quickly identified and locked onto the enemy, and opened fire simultaneously.

Under the barrage of drone fire, the abandoned factory building was covered in dust, and the gang members were caught off guard and were beaten back step by step until a piece of rubble flew out from the dust and destroyed several drones.

A muscular figure jumped high from the second floor, attracting the recognition and lock-on of the drone swarm.

He was a burly man with eyes as sharp as an eagle's and arms with very obvious and firm muscles. He quickly destroyed several drones and endured the barrage of bullets to buy time for his men behind him.

Lin Donghe took a look and said with a smile: "This guy is indeed quite capable. Commissioner Ji, it's our turn. Do you want to see who kills more people?"

Ji Jingqiu didn't say anything and started accelerating towards the target.

From Lin Donghe's words earlier, he had roughly guessed the truth of the matter, but he was not prepared to think too much about the words of a stranger.

Just go back and ask Master Yang.

As for Lin Donghe's proposal, he ignored it.

He is not a murderer, nor does he think killing should be a competition.

There was not much suspense in this encirclement and suppression.

The specially marked "Eagle Claw" died at the joint efforts of Ji Jingqiu and Lin Donghe.

As soon as Eagle Claw fell, Lin Donghe couldn't wait to chop off Eagle Claw's head with a knife, looked at Ji Jingqiu and said with a smile:

"Commissioner Ji, you are too slow, so I will take the lead."

Ji Jingqiu's eyes looked strange.

Isn't the credit distributed equally? What did he get first?
As soon as the leader died, the remaining brothers fled in all directions. Ji Jingqiu and Lin Donghe began to arrest them based on the prior personnel information.

For those who were suspected of murder but still resisted desperately, Ji Jingqiu was willing to give them a ride so that they could die early and be reborn.

Suddenly.

He noticed Lin Donghe's actions.

A boy about seven or eight years old huddled in the corner, looking in horror at a vicious man not far away kicking him.

A shadow fell on the boy.

Ji Jingqiu grabbed Lin Donghe's foot, which was big enough to knock down a wall, with one hand, glanced at the boy in the corner, and said in a serious tone:
“Commissioner Lin, our mission does not include killing innocent people and children.”

Lin Donghe didn't expect Ji Jingqiu to come and refute him.

How could a boy who hangs out with a gang of gang members wanted by the Sheriff's Department be any good?

He has seen many children from the lower classes who appear young but are actually meaner than anyone else.

Lin Donghe laughed dryly twice and pretended to retract his legs, but there was ferocity in his eyes. He suddenly exerted force with his caught right foot, vowing to kick away Ji Jingqiu who dared to catch him.

But he stood still like a mountain.

His right leg was still firmly held in the air by Ji Jingqiu, and no matter how hard Lin Donghe tried, he could not move it.

His face suddenly turned red as liver color, not because of embarrassment, but because of the rush of blood and shame.

"you……"

Ji Jingqiu threw Lin Donghe to the back, glanced at the drone group behind him, and said, "Commissioner Lin, stop joking and get to work."

Lin Donghe took a few steps back and looked at Ji Jingqiu in disbelief.

He used his limited body to condense the true seed. Although he had not yet forged a powerful body, how could he lose to Ji Jingqiu in front of him in terms of strength?

Ji Jingqiu took out the personnel detector of the Public Security Bureau and scanned the boy. After confirming that his identity was clean and he was not a gang member, he led the boy outside to let the Public Security Bureau deal with him.

As soon as he walked out of the abandoned factory, the boy suddenly ran away, his body as nimble and agile as a little monkey in the mountains.

Ji Jingqiu hesitated and glanced at Lin Donghe who was trying hard to wipe out the gang members.

The next second, Ji Jingqiu chose to follow the boy.

Anyway, the credit is shared equally, so Commissioner Lin can work hard if he wants to.

He followed the boy slowly, going deeper into the lower level.

The lower class is also divided into regions. Some areas are inhabited by citizens with legal identities but no money, and some areas are inhabited by illegal residents who have been illegal residents since their ancestors did not know when. They have no opportunities and cannot even find a decent job.

Ji Jingqiu had seen a sentence on the Internet before: The Federation has been suffering from deep-rooted diseases for thousands of years and it is difficult to reverse the situation.

Of course, this was not his concern.

The boy ran into a residential building.

It was a dilapidated residential building with a mottled exterior wall and moss all over the outer walls, like a piece of psoriasis in a corner of the city.

As I walked into the corridor, a musty and fermenting smell of something hit me in the face. The stairwell was in a mess, with all kinds of garbage blocking the already narrow space, leaving almost no place to stand.

The boy in front ran quite fast, as if he was familiar with the route.

As Ji Jingqiu went up, he saw that all the residents were unkempt and haggard. In addition to numbness and fatigue, they also looked at him with fear. He had always heard rumors about the lower class, but he had never approached them.

The boy's home was found, and the door, which was not locked at all, was half open.

Ji Jingqiu walked into the house. Light shone in from outside. There was no light in the house. The few rays of light came in from a small window.

There are a lot of miscellaneous items in the house, but they are all arranged neatly, which shows the life attitude of the people living here.

An old woman with a hunched back walked out of the house, holding on to the wall. She looked at Ji Jingqiu who had barged in with confusion. Suddenly, she was startled and looked at the boy who had hurriedly run in not long ago.

The old woman said in a panic, "Sir...what bad thing did Cheng'er do again? Did he steal something? I'll help him pay it back..."

The old man quickly turned around and rummaged through a plastic bag with trembling hands.

Inside was a handful of banknotes that are rarely seen nowadays, mostly in small pieces.

At the lower level, some wanted criminals or illegal accounts can only use paper money because their personal accounts have been blocked.

Ji Jingqiu glanced away.

The money the old man took out, added up, was probably only a few hundred, very little, but it was already all their family's belongings.

He pressed down the weather-beaten hand that the old man handed over, shook his head and indicated that everything was fine.

He looked at the boy and asked, "Were you kidnapped by them, or did you want to join the gang?"

The boy hiding behind the old woman pursed his lips and said nothing.

Ji Jingqiu has carried out many missions these days and is very clear about the fate of those gang members.

The cruelest statement he had heard from others these days was that gangs were, in a sense, tools used to consume the growing number of people from the lower classes, especially those who had lost their identities and were undocumented.

The old woman patted the boy's shoulder hard.

The boy then timidly said: "They need to run errands. I am very familiar with the terrain nearby, so..."

Ji Jingqiu nodded. It was not an unexpected answer. This was the boy’s way of survival.

He said, "My name is Ji Jingqiu. There is a temple at the corner of Seventh Street. You can go and help run errands and clean up. I don't think you'll get paid much, but I can still provide food for two people. There is a small library in the temple. Reading can open your mind."

The temples of this era were somewhat similar to the churches of the previous life. Believers from the surrounding neighborhoods would often come to help, and the temples would often distribute things and hold events to attract worshippers.

The boy bit his lip, his eyes blank, still unable to believe it.

The old woman's eyes were filled with gratitude and she thanked him again and again.

Ji Jingqiu stopped the old man. He didn't help much, but just indulged his curiosity and followed him to take a look.

When going downstairs.

Ji Jingqiu didn't look at the haggard figures leaning out of the window.

He looked up at the deformed tree in front of the residential building, which hardly received much sunlight but still insisted on growing upwards.

Many times, people are like trees. The more they want to grow high and bright, the more their roots will go down, toward the soil, toward darkness, toward the depths, toward evil...

But how many people can endure the process of sinking infinitely into darkness before rising up to the sky and touching the sunlight, and not be dragged into hell?
Compared to here, he was actually lucky because he once had parents who loved and cared for him.

Ji Jingqiu strode away.

Now that the mission is completed, he will go back to prepare for breaking through the three limits.

【Folklore】【Mythology】【Adventure】

The secular world——

Ghosts and evil spirits are everywhere, and they treat human life as worthless.

On the altar, the orange-red flames turned blue as they danced. One by one, incomplete ghosts walked out of the sacrificial fire and passed by you, chilling you to the bone.

As a time traveler, you don’t believe in ghosts and gods. When you look up, you are scared out of your wits.

The village chief called out to the ghosts, and you woke up, awakening your talent [Feasting on Incense].

[Eating incense - stealing the power of God for your own use]

The living cannot receive incense, only the dead can become gods.

When the crisis comes, you set your sights on the village land temple, a weak god, and start to keep him in captivity to steal his power and overcome the crisis.

But after you embarked on the path of cultivation, you discovered that you were cursed by your family and would not live past the age of 40. Your father faked his death, and your daughter-in-law had a tattoo of hell on her back that was caused by anger, and her original surname was Fan.

Things are beyond your expectations, a curse is befalling you, the mystery left by your father's faked death, and your daughter-in-law's life experience are full of mysteries.

You plunged into the world of all kinds of people, evil and taboos, and thus, the reputation of the God Thief rose.

From a god thief to the only god in the world, you have received both praise and criticism throughout your life, but you just said lightly: "If God doesn't save me, I can only become a god myself."

"Even if it's a stolen god!"

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The introduction is weak, please move to the main text.

This book is also known as: "Folklore: I really didn't know my wife was the Black Impermanence!"

《Folk custom: Steal the power of other gods and make my own way to become a god!》

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