Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 213: God is Born, People from Hometown Come

"I am the second son of the Emperor, the King of Heaven and the Great Lord!"

When Wang Yi's spirit returned and he woke up from his meditation, the voice was still echoing in his mind, and he realized that something was wrong.

He was not unfamiliar with this slogan. After all, he had been struggling in the Republic of China for nearly 20 years. He followed his dead master Ghost Hand King to travel around the country to perform and had heard stories about the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. He also knew that this guy who claimed to be the second son of God was actually an extraordinary person, and an acquired one at that.

But Ghost Hand King never told him that this guy had such a high level of cultivation, and was also an extraordinary person who practiced the art of singing and acting as a god. After all, this guy died of illness at the age of 51.

Considering the longevity of Yi Ren, dying at the age of 51 is considered premature in the circle.

But considering the current situation, there is a story behind this buddy's death. It turns out that he was trying to play the role of a god and wanted to take his place and get himself involved.

No wonder the god in this scroll could take shape so quickly. It turned out that he really returned to his home. He knew that he couldn't be so lucky as to pick up all the treasures.

After Wang Yi realized that he had picked up the remains of this Heavenly King, the gods who were supposed to be quietly staying silent in the scroll seemed to have some mechanism activated by Wang Yi's previous actions.

Qi mixed with the faith of countless living beings continuously flowed out from the scroll and directly wrapped Wang Yi. Wang Yi had no time to dodge because he was controlled by Hong Xiuquan's voice in his mind for three seconds.

When he reacted, he was surrounded by the murmuring sounds of faith from all living beings.

It's not only about the new god John Wick, but also about the legacy of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom period.

'Holy, holy! Congratulations to the King of Heaven and the Great Way!'

'Take refuge, take refuge, and be born for the King of Heaven!'

Countless voices of faith flooded into Wang Yi's mind, trying to brainwash Wang Yi into a believer of Hong Tianwang through these massive accumulations, and let this deity occupy Wang Yi's body in turn.

In Wang Yi's spiritual world, or the inner scene that he was forced to enter, the god John Wick who was born before also changed his appearance.

Half of his body was still in an Italian suit, but the other half had turned into a middle-aged man in a brocade robe and clothes, with an unprepossessing appearance.

Half of John Wick's face was blank and at a loss, while the other half was looking at Wang Yi who was trapped in the interior, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Hehehe! Fate is changeable, sometimes the body is light and the breath is light, sometimes the body is heavy and the breath is heavy. I have only slept for so many years, and I didn't expect that another genius would appear in the world. Junior, you are not bad, and your body should be mine."

"Damn it, you really think you are that king. You are nothing more than a substitute for him. You have inherited his memories and obsessions. If you really have the ability to extend his life, he would not have died so early."

"What do you know? Supernatural powers cannot defeat destiny. The destiny of the Qing Dynasty has not yet ended. This is just a matter of enduring anger for a while and waiting for the right time to act!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get started. I want to see what you, a feudal relic, can do! Turn the magnetic field, turn it!"

The magnetic field was surging with true Qi, and Wang Yi was conversing with this alternative incarnation of Hong Tianwang in his inner scene. His body was spontaneously running the human magnetic field, and he wanted to use the true Qi of the magnetic field to break through the Qi of faith of all living beings that was wrapped around him.

But his magnetic field qi, which had always been successful and could even block Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, had an ineffective feedback for the first time. No, it was not the first time. If the battle with the ancient Egyptian god Imhotep was counted, it was the second time.

But although Imhotep gave up on ascension, he had actually entered the realm of ascension. He just turned around and chose to stay in ancient Egypt to accompany his civilization in decline. The realm was there, and it was reasonable that he could make his magnetic field useless even if it was in the period of extinction at that time.

How long has this feudal remnant been dormant? Only about seventy years. Is he as good as Imhotep? Are you kidding me!
"Useless junior, I have been observing you for a while. You and that junior Quan Xing called Wu Gensheng have good skills. One disrupts the laws of the world, and the other destroys all the laws of the world. If I want to destroy your skills, I can only start with the most basic cultivation of life. If I am stronger than you, I can naturally destroy your skills. But this is not the only way to deal with you.

Didn't you say it yourself? The so-called gods are nothing more than a huge mass of qi mixed with the faith of all living beings. Since it has been the most basic form from the beginning, how can it break the law or disrupt the law? Just open your mind and become one with me!"

Hearing this, Wang Yi was not surprised but laughed instead.

"Thank you for reminding me. In the future, when I encounter a god who specializes in sexual skills and supplements with life skills, I will be on guard against this. But you should never have dragged me into the inner scene and wanted to occupy my body. Do you want to rebel against Tiangang? You are rebelling against you! I can't bear you even if I have to hold my shit and piss. Don't you want all of me? Fine! I want to see if you, a guy who is not a sorcerer, can withstand the backlash of Tianji!"

Hearing such arrogant words from the feudal remnant of King Hong, Wang Yi immediately let go of his mind and took the initiative to crash into the other party.

Even this feudal remnant did not expect Wang Yi to be so arrogant. He opened his arms and allowed Wang Yi to enter his body, completing an alternative trinity.

With Wang Yi's entry, Hong Tianwang, who originally only occupied half of the body of the god John Wick, began to speed up the assimilation.

He began to gradually replace John Wick's appearance, but before he could revel in the pleasure of rebirth, his eyes widened and the intoxicated expression on his face abruptly stopped.

"No! This is impossible! It's too much, too much! You! You are..."

Before Hong Tianwang could finish his feudal remnant words, his entire body was covered with cracks, and rays of light were released along the cracks on his body.

In the outside world, in Wang Yi's residence, Wang Yi sat cross-legged with a peaceful expression.

But he seemed to have stopped breathing, like a corpse.

But as the feudal remnants of King Hong Tian in the inner scene were overcome by Wang Yi's counter-attack, Wang Yi's originally bloodless face began to recover, and a ball of white Qi overflowed from the acupoints all over Wang Yi's body, began to gather in front of Wang Yi, and slowly condensed into a human form.

In a short while, the figure of the god John Wick gathered in front of Wang Yi again and sat down with Wang Yi.

Wang Yi also automatically withdrew from the interior scene, and opened his eyes at the same time as John Wick, who was sitting opposite him. After looking at each other, they smiled at each other.

"Hello, Mr. Wick."

"Hello, Wang Yi."

Two different voices came out of the two people's mouths. At this moment, the god John Wick and Wang Yi shared the same vision with each other. Although Wang Yi still occupied a dominant position, the John Wick opposite was no longer a god with only a certain degree of autonomous consciousness.

The two stood up and walked to the balcony together, looking at the night view of New York during the Great Depression.

"I was wondering how you were so skilled at harvesting incense right after you were born. It seems like there is a master behind you who is giving you advice. How is your digestion going?"

"At least I know how to make faith come to me, and I have learned all the necessary methods."

The god John Wick answered and raised his hand. The white energy in his hand dissipated and turned into a pencil emitting cold light, but it was more like a short spear than a pencil.

And this is the weapon of God given to John Wick by the Qi of faith of all living beings, just like the golden hoop and Sun Wukong, the flaming spear and Nezha, the three-pointed double-edged sword and Erlang Shen.

Looking at the weapon in John Wick's hand, Wang Yi couldn't help but hold his forehead. If he had known this, he would not have played the pencil joke of John Wick. Now, even the weapon has become a pencil.

"Where do you plan to put the possession?"

"Continental Hotel, as the founder, no one would think it's a problem to hang a self-portrait. As for landscape paintings, the focus has never been on the scroll, but on me in the scroll."

"Since you have considered all this, I will leave the Continental Hotel to you. I will just be Wang Yi."

"Well, be careful. I will inform you as soon as there is any movement over there."

As he spoke, John Wick also turned into a ball of white qi and returned to his own painting. After a disturbance, the ink painting depicting John Wick mixed with the ball of white qi flew out from the balcony and flew towards the direction of the Continental Hotel.

After watching John Wick leave, Wang Yi regained his composure and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"You are me, but also not me. This feeling of asking and answering questions by yourself is really wonderful. Lao Deng, your gold coins are really good."

As a feudal remnant of King Hong Tian who was sleeping in the scroll just now, Wang Yi was the only one who knew how dangerous the situation was.

The belief of sentient beings is poisonous, this is the consensus of practitioners, and only practitioners who advocate the practice of acting as gods know how to filter out the poison of this belief, but they themselves dare not go deep into it. Because no matter how much they filter, the poison is still there, and the longer they act, the deeper the poison will be, and then they will be backfired by the gods they play, becoming crazy or disabled.

Even if there is a mask of divinity, Wang Yi has never heard of any practitioner who can reach the final step, that is, the state of being myself and also being a god.

The tradition of singing, dancing and performing arts has become a martial art for the young generation. Why is it called the young generation?

Because young people have strong firepower, are in their prime, and have enough energy, no matter how they act as gods and use their own skills, they can resist the backlash of the poison of the faith of all living beings.

But when you are old, your energy and physical strength can’t keep up, and if you are not careful you will die on the spot.

Through the feudal remnants of King Hong's memory, Wang Yi finally understood why King Hong died at the age of 51.

It's nothing more than seeing that the situation is hopeless and wanting to try something big and play the role of the emperor God who justifies himself.

Although the entire West has evolved into Protestantism, Christianity, etc. based on this God, it is ultimately a monotheistic religion, and the basic foundation is there.

If he could really perform it, even if he used one tenth of it, perhaps he could have turned the situation around at that time.

But he did not succeed, so he sent it away. Only a part of the remaining evil energy entered the scroll by chance, and later fell into the hands of the Yiguandao sect, which led to the subsequent events.

It didn’t matter if he sent it, but Wang Yi liked the gold coins that popped out.

Because the gold coins that exploded from him not only contained a set of methods on how to absorb the Qi of faith of all living beings, but also a set of methods to connect the fortune of himself with that of the forces to which he belonged, so that they would prosper together and suffer together.

A person's destiny is given at birth and cannot be changed, unless there is a truly great person who can help you change your destiny.

But luck can be changed and altered.

Therefore, it is difficult for Wang Yi to say whether the final failure of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was related to the early death of Hong Tianwang. However, from a materialistic point of view, it should be considered one of the objective reasons.

After all, the founders and a few leading figures are gone, and people's hearts are scattered.

But when this thing burst out from the feudal remnants of King Hong Tianwang, Wang Yi felt very happy.

The reason why he created a John Wick alias and established the Continental Hotel was that he wanted to make money here by relying on the prophet so that he could provide blood transfusion for his family.

The Mainland Hotel was able to expand into the behemoth it is today in just over a year. It can be said that the right time, right place and right people are all essential. Even if Wang Yi were given another chance to replicate it, he could not guarantee that it would still be as big as it is today.

However, blood transfusion is blood transfusion, and he doesn't mind mainland hotels playing the bad guy when necessary. After all, their base is in the core area of ​​the United States, and they are slowly becoming a behemoth. If you don't do some things, how can the other party think you are one of their own?

He had already prepared himself mentally for these sins and infamy, but if the blood transfusion became a difficult task and even turned against Tiangang, that would be unacceptable.

This is a double-edged sword that will bring prosperity to all and loss to all. If one day the people in mainland hotels really change their minds and think of turning the tables,

He didn't mind fighting it, his only wish was that day would come later, at least until the new house was built and all the bottles and jars in the house were ready, so that he would no longer be poor or hungry and could stand firm.

"Okay, it's done. Next, I should go to the Behemoth Corporation more often. The Wardenclyffe Tower should be completed by now. Is America's infrastructure regressing so quickly?"

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back, complained like this, and then went back into the house.

Late at night in the Continental Hotel, on a separate floor belonging to the founder John Wick, the god John Wick transformed into a ball of white energy and quietly entered his own office.

He also splashed the ink onto an ink painting hanging on the wall.

The ink began to flow with life, and soon, a Western-style self-portrait of John Wick appeared on the frame.

It doesn't look out of place or discord in this room.

After doing all this, the god John Wick gathered his body, sat in his office chair, and looked at the business empire that belonged to him.

It was not until the next day that Winston, who came to do his daily cleaning, saw the god John Wick waiting for him there.

"Mr. Wick?"

‘How do you like this self-portrait of mine, Winston?’

"I didn't expect you would be interested in this, Mr. Wick."

"It's not just a hobby. I'm also very narcissistic. Please do me a favor and find someone to copy my painting and hang it in all the properties under the Continental Group."

"It's only a small favor, Mr. Wick."

"Okay, go ahead and get busy. You have to decide everything about the Continental Hotel. If you can't make up your mind, talk to James. If neither of you can make up your mind, come to me. Oh, tell James to buy a school and let all the employees of the Continental Hotel and the group go there to study when they are free. Adults can arrange their own time, but all children must go. Tuition is free, and they only need a portion of the food money. But the teachers can't be vague. I'll be an honorary principal and hang my portrait there."

"Mr. Wick, you are really a good man."

"Good people? Haha, by the way, there is one more thing. According to this list, send someone to contact them and tell them that the Continental Group really wants to make friends with them and give them some support when necessary."

Winston walked forward, looked at the list of names already written on the table, and subconsciously read out loud.

“Eisenhower, George Catlett Marshall, George S. Patton, Jr., Douglas MacArthur, John Edgar Hoover, Franklin Roosevelt.”

There are big figures among them that Winston knows, and there are also small figures that he doesn't know.

But he also understood that this was a necessary move for a large group to make after becoming rich, seeking the protection of politicians for mutual benefit. However, this step would test his own vision when making the bet.

On this point, Winston never doubted his boss's vision, so he put the list away and quietly left.

Winston closed the door and instructed his employees not to go upstairs to disturb them unless necessary. Even if they wanted to deliver food, they had to call first to inform them, and if the answer didn't go through, they shouldn't deliver it.

This is the experience he summarized based on his understanding of his boss over the past year.

To be honest, if he hadn't followed his boss out to cause trouble a few times, he would have thought that his boss was a god who was detached from the world.

However, he also knew that his boss was omnipresent, would always show up when he was supposed to, and was willing to delegate power.

In that case, he would not do anything unnecessary.

As for the situation that neither James nor I can make a decision, there is no need to call. We can just go upstairs and knock on the door.

He believed that his boss would be waiting for him in the office. This was based on his experience.

Besides, there is a saying that goes, hold big meetings for small matters, small meetings for big matters, and no meetings for important matters.

This principle is understood by both Chinese and foreigners. If it is something that both James and I cannot decide, then it is an important matter.
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As Wang Yi has completely separated himself and John Wick through this time, he can shift his attention away from the Continental Hotel and focus on his identity as Wang Yi.

He also began to frequently go in and out of the building of the Behemoth Corporation. Through these people, he learned from the side what their attitude was towards the rapidly expanding Continental Hotel, so that he could inform John Wick, who was his clone but had an independent consciousness, at the first time.

In May 1930, some actors from a theater troupe from the Republic of China came to the United States for a tour at the invitation of Chinese students studying in the United States, and their next stop was New York.

(End of this chapter)