Chapter 1 God's Condemnation

"Brother, you have to rob the robbery even if you want to rob. There is no such thing as a technical industry. There is no such thing as a fruit knife. This knife is obviously a two-dollar dealer on the street stall. Not to mention stabbing people, peeling apples may not be able to shave it." Lin Dong squatted on the ground and played with a knife in his hand, saying to the middle-aged man who had already fallen beside him, his tone was quite joking.

This middle-aged man looked about thirty years old and had a short figure. Just two minutes ago, the unpretentious short fat man rushed towards Lin Dong who was walking like a poor quality fruit knife, and he screamed strangely. He didn't know what kind of crazy he was.

The process was wonderful, but the result was very dull. The short and fat middle-aged man was beaten up without any surprise, with several ribs broken, and his eyes also looked like a national treasure giant panda. He curled up on the side of the road, like an overly fat shrimp, twitching in pain.

Lin Dong didn't think this guy was pitiful. He felt that he was doing nothing wrong. He was never the kind of guy with a sympathy. Not to mention a fat man holding a knife, even a stunning beauty rushed towards him with a knife, she would not be much lucky than this middle-aged man.

"No, the Seiko fruit knife is the pride of our Yamato nation, and it is definitely not the inferior product you say." The short and fat middle-aged man roared at Lin Dong in a fluent Mandarin. Because the distance was relatively close, he sprayed Lin Dong's face with a spitting star. After saying this, he tightly covered his chest. Obviously, roaring too violently was not good for his ribs to be broken.

"Japanese?" Lin Dong used his cuffs to wipe the smear on his face, and rubbed it very hard, as if he was wiping off the venom spit out of the cobra, and his face immediately became less beautiful.

Lin Dong has no good feelings for Japan, and can be said to be disgusted. Although he also watches Japanese anime on weekdays and has a lot of Japanese AV movies stored in hard drives, these do not prevent him from hating this island country.

This is why Lin Dong hates Japan so much. It was a summer decades ago, when it was hot and windless. Grandpa Lin was working hard in the toilet. Anyone who is more normal knows that things like Gong are not urgent and need to be brewed bit by bit. Although Grandpa Lin worked hard to brew, he was blown up by a sudden bomb and the toilet.

Grandpa Lin, who has always been kind and honest, has been so confusing. Grandma Lin and Dad Lin, who is not yet full of moon, escaped this disaster. With the fleeing army, they hid southward, survived the Anti-Japanese War, and terrified through the War of Liberation.

After finally not fighting, Grandma Lin took Dad Lin back to her hometown and dug in the original toilet for three days. She couldn't find Grandpa Lin's body. I don't know if it was dragged away by a wild dog or something, so she had no choice but to take a small mound of soil in the original toilet of the old house and set up an empty grave to commemorate it.

After that, Dad Lin would cry whenever he got drunk, kneeled on the ground and kowtowed to the north desperately, nagging about his unfilial piety.

All this is naturally remembered by Lin Dongshen.

Lin Dong didn't understand anything too big. In his eyes, this matter was enough for him to hate Japan for the rest of his life. Not only him, but his descendants who had not yet been born should do this, it is necessary.

Fortunately, it is a society ruled by law. Lin Dong really can't find a reason to kill the Japanese archipelago. Moreover, Lin Dong had never practiced the magical skill of time traveling, and could not run to the powerful country in Guangxu year to surpass the Japanese. After a long time, although he still missed his family feud, the hatred in his heart gradually faded a lot.

Now, this little Japanese came to the door with a knife. The country and family hatred had no place to vent, but there was something that was ignorant to the gun. Lin Dong couldn't help but get angry when he thought of these things and gave the two big big shots to the ground with his backhand.

"Tell me quickly! Why did you attack me? If you don't tell the truth, I will ruin you!" Lin Dong asked viciously, regretting that he had just started to act too lightly.

"Hmph! Not only me, but now the entire Yamato nation regards you as its mortal enemy! You can buy your beauty pills, jade pills, life-suspense pills, and rejuvenation pills, people all over the world can buy it, why don't they sell it to us Japanese? Do we Japanese have no money? This is serious racial discrimination! We Japanese have money! Our Yamato nation is the best nation in the world! I want to protest your discrimination against the Japanese! This is unfair!" The Japanese lying on the ground seemed very angry and aggrieved.

"Bad! The protest is invalid! I am just discriminating against the Japanese, what should you do! What should you do if you have money? Are you not a beast if you have money? As long as I am still alive for one day, these elixirs will not be sold to you Japanese. I would rather take these elixirs to feed the dogs, and you beasts will not even think of it! I will also make more advanced elixirs in the future. Except for the Japanese people all over the world, I will be anxious to death, you dog god!" Lin Dong didn't even think about it and immediately retorted, and he was so proud of his words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Dong took a breath. These words were wrong in his brain. Isn’t this obviously admitting that he is the boss behind Baihetang? Things are not right!

Lin Dong held back his inner annoyance and looked at the mad dog-like Japanese middle-aged man in front of him, elixir, Baihetang. This was Lin Dong's biggest secret in his life. It should not be known to anyone. Even if he had never told his own father, how did he know? And he rushed to admit it immediately.

If even the unpretentious Japanese in front of him knows their secrets? Does that mean that the whole world already knows it! This is a big secret about life and death!

Lin Dong is just an ordinary little man. He was born in an ordinary family and graduated from a third-rate Academy of Fine Arts. He can draw a few ordinary fine brushes. The things he draw are as sharp as blade carvings and have no aesthetic sense. His teacher once praised him, "Lin Dong's paintings can be called a model from a geometric perspective." Lin Dong is not a fool. He knew it was ridiculous, but he had to experience the meaning of praise from ridiculous.

The only unusual thing is the book in his hand.

This book I got accidentally called Qiandanfang. The complex traditional Chinese characters and obscure language record the formulas of a thousand kinds of elixirs and the methods of elixirs. From human-level elixirs like Yangyan, which can make people look strong and unimaginable. However, advanced elixirs are not only complicated to practice, but even the medicinal materials required no longer exist in the world. Lin Dong even suspected that these so-called genius treasures had never existed on the earth.

The old man who gave him this book once said: "The golden elixir can be widely spread to all living beings in the world, but it cannot seek profit, nor can it seek fame and reputation. If the elixir is known to the world, it will be punished by God and will never be spared. Remember, remember."

Lin Dong is not a genius. In the words of the old man, he was simply dull. He had been holding the book in his hand for more than five years. Lin Dong could not even practice a golden elixir. The reason why he passed the book to him was completely based on some ridiculous rules set by his ancestors. Anyone who met a person who was celebrating a lot of water at noon in the golden lunar month and sun, he could give him a book of golden elixir to this.

So at noon five years ago, Lin Dong, who was hiding by the lake, turned around and saw a smiling old man staring at his butt. Lin Dong was very angry. No matter how good the temper was, he would not like someone to disturb him. However, at first, the work of Tokong was underway at that time was underway at that time, and at second, he found that even if he wanted to end the argument with the old man immediately, it would not be so easy, because he did not bring any toilet paper.

Lin Dong originally planned to find natural toilet paper such as leaves to solve the problem while there was no one around, but he did not consider that he would be carefully observed when he hid in a hidden place. In this way, even if Lin Dong was thick-skinned, he would be embarrassed to wipe the leaves in front of the old man.

So he had to endure and continue his great career, trying to ignore the old man who was surprised. Later, the old man gave him a handwritten ancient book and explained many inexplicable matters. He left with a sigh and muttered something like God's will.

It was not until the old man gave Lin Dong a thick handwritten ancient book that Lin Dong was embarrassed to find that he had mistakenly blamed the good man. Although the old man's behavior was too vulgar and was not worthy of publicity and promotion to the whole society, after all, this strange old man solved the problem of his own dedication but no toilet paper.

Since then, Lin Dong, a worker, has become the descendant of Qian Danfang, the mysterious ancient book. Although Lin Dong has no talent in alchemy, his brain is still flexible and has taken a shortcut. Lin Dong forced the medicinal formula that originally refined the elixir into pills.

Different from ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners, the medicinal materials used for alchemy need an important step before entering the cauldron, that is, soaking. The medicinal materials required to refine primary elixirs are actually no different from ordinary Chinese medicine. But why can these medicinal materials be processed in the hands of alchemists to make golden elixirs with extremely powerful medicinal power, and in the hands of ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners, they can only be used to treat small colds?

The reason is very simple. Everything in the world is changing all the time, even if it is a grain of dust or a flower and plant. The same herb has different medicinal properties when picked in autumn and summer. Picking in the morning and in the evening will also cause differences in medicinal properties. Storage in pottery or in metal utensils will also cause changes in medicinal properties.

Alchemists are the ones who master the mysteries of changes in medicinal materials. They cleverly use these seemingly insignificant differences, carefully prepare them, start from small points, and combine perfect medicinal materials matching solutions to make pills hundreds of refinements.

Lin Dong used the strict requirements of alchemy for medicinal materials to extract medicinal materials to create the prototype of the elixir before entering and leaving the cauldron. Although these medicines have not been refined, the effect is very different from the refined golden elixir. After all, they are meticulous secrets, which are more than a thousand times stronger than the traditional Chinese medicines sold on the market today. In the eyes of ordinary people who have never seen a real golden elixir, they are simply immortal medicines.

I figured out that Lin Dong used all his savings in Bermuda. This tax evasion paradise registered a Vest pharmaceutical company, Baihetang, and sold the prototype of the golden elixir he made to all over the world in a low-key manner. As soon as the spiritual elixir was released, it was soon regarded as a peerless elixir by the whole world. Countless people were crazy about it and spared no expense to seek medicine.

There are countless Chinese and Western medicine experts who have repeatedly and in-depth research on these seemingly ordinary formulas of elixirs, trying to figure out why these ordinary medicinal materials can exert such powerful medicinal power when they are in the hands of Baihetang.

They thought that the so-called medicines produced by Baihetang must have unknown so-called medicines, which induce the deeper skills of these medicinal materials, but they didn't know that the elixirs made by Lin Dong did have medicines. This medicine is actually a special requirement for the collection, processing and storage of raw materials. Moreover, the soaking of raw materials is completely different from the production of ordinary medicinal materials. These are things that they can't figure out even if they want to break their heads. It's not a joke to pass on the elixir technology that has been passed on for thousands of years. If you want to crack it, there is no way to solve it.

Countless wise experts have to admit that these pills are far beyond their cognition and there is no solution in the world.

In the past two years, Lin Dong made a considerable amount of money because of Baihetang's reputation, but he still lived a low-key life. Most of the money he earned was donated to charity organizations, leaving only a small part of it, collecting herbs and paintings every day, and living a peaceful and casual life.

It’s not that Lin Dong doesn’t like money, but the old man said that those who refiners elixirs will be punished by God for their pursuit of fame and fortune. Because of these money, people and gods are angry in the end. The sky is struck by lightning. In Lin Dong’s opinion, it is not worth it. People need to live to be valuable. Death is just a piece of loess and nothing is true. As for the reincarnation, he has never believed it.

Furthermore, although he only made a small part of his profit, his life has improved a lot. The worker who originally framed oil paintings in the gallery now has his own house and car in this first-tier city in China. These were unimaginable things in the past. However, Lin Dong is still alone in his thirties, but Lin Dong believes that his girlfriend is not a problem, nor should it be a problem.

As long as he continues to live, the waiting for him will be more surprises. As long as he keeps the secret and is unknown, all this will continue.

Unfortunately, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Although he thought he was secret enough and lived a low-key enough, he still failed to hide the secret that he should have been brought into the coffin.

Lin Dong put away his mood and carefully observed the movements around him again. This remote path that he would come for a walk every evening was covered with dim lights. There was nothing else except the shadow of trees and the breeze, and it was quiet and terrifying.

"How did you know that I am the boss behind Baihetang? If you don't say it, do you believe it or not, I will kill you?" Lin Dong held the Seiko brand knife in his hand that he could tell it was a fake at first sight. He put it on the neck of the middle-aged Japanese man, and his face was a little ferocious. This poor Japanese must have no idea that the trademark he was familiar with was produced by the company he was familiar with, but he didn't know that in China, not only the trademark could be fake, but even people could also make fakes. However, at this moment, Lin Dong did not have the heart to consider these irrelevant things.

No matter where this is a small knife, the key is that the Japanese wanted to attack him with this inferior but enough peeling knife that was enough to hurt himself. More importantly, the vulnerable middle-aged Japanese man also knew the biggest secret in his life, which had to arouse Lin Dong's high alert. The former was not worth worrying, but the latter was fatal.

Originally, Lin Dong thought he had just met a stupid thief who wanted to cut the path halfway, but now it seems that this person is definitely not a thief, but his own enemy.

Lin Dong has only one attitude towards any enemy who threatens his life. Except, although this middle-aged man can tell at a glance that he is the kind of person who usually nods and bows, in Lin Dong's opinion, the enemy is the enemy. Even if it is a small ant, who knows whether it will be fatal to be bitten by it?

The middle-aged Japanese man who was lying on the ground was a little confused. When he attacked Lin Dong with a knife, he just knocked him down lightly. Although the few strokes that seemed very ordinary did cause great pain, Lin Dong joked with a few words without caring about it.

But when he said that Lin Dong was the mastermind behind Bai Hetang, who was currently in the limelight in the world, Lin Dong, who was originally smiling, had a huge murderous intent. This was definitely not a joke, but an absolute murderous intent. Through Lin Dong's eyes, the human eyes could be so terrifying. This Japanese middle-aged man suddenly felt irresistible and couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

"Don't kill me, it's not what I said. It's already published in the newspaper. According to the secret investigation by Asahi Shimbun, you are the boss behind Baihetang. The mysterious inventor of the elixir, and even the photos are published." As he said, the Japanese figured out a Japanese version of Asahi Shimbun that was released today and handed it to Lin Dong in panic.

Although Lin Dong has watched Japanese AV a lot, he doesn't know Japanese and naturally doesn't know what is written in the newspaper. However, he still recognizes the photo of himself, with a big big head, clear facial features, and lacks quality of the photo. He doesn't know where they got it.

Looking at his photos, Lin Dong felt dizzy and his mind was blank for a moment. It won’t take long for the whole world to know. There is no doubt that no matter how the Asahi Shimbun learned about his affairs, these are no longer important. The fact is that the little man Lin Dong is now on the edge of the cliff. As long as someone gently pushes him behind him, he will fall into the abyss.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Lin Dong asked himself repeatedly in his heart, "Is it really going to be punished by God?"

"My name is Noki Gotaro, I am just a liaison officer in the mainland of a Japanese company. I just saw you look exactly the same as the people in the newspaper at the intersection. I was stunned for a moment and bought a knife on the side of the road to follow you all the way. I know I was wrong, please forgive me." As he spoke, Noki Gotaro endured the pain and knelt on the side of the road to do what the Japanese do most often, kowtowed and apologized, and kowtowed more than a little chick.

"My wife has cancer and is already in the end, and you don't want to sell the life-extension pill to us Japanese. Now she is lying in the hospital dying. Please forgive me! Let me go back and accompany my wife, please!" Noki Gotaro kept nagging in his pretty fluent Chinese while apologizing.

Lin Dong stood up and no longer cared about the Japanese who had already scared the chrysanthemums, because he discovered that the sky suddenly turned red and brightly as the sunset, and a bad premonition surged into his heart.

Lin Dong took out the phone and dialed a familiar number. On the other end of the number was his family. A sound came from the phone. Lin Dong stared at the screen and didn't even have a signal. Lin Dong shook his head with a wry smile, and his feet accelerated.

Could this be the punishment of God? Although Lin Dong didn't know what he would end up, after all these years, Lin Dong really believed what the old man with a handsome face told him that there was nothing else he could do but wait.

The red light above the head became more and more powerful, illuminating the suburbs of the city in the night like daylight, and the light continued to gather. Lin Dong's eyes were already stimulated by the strong red light and could not see the objects. The crazy increase in brightness reached the strongest moment after this, but it burst out like a flash light, and all the light disappeared again, the world returned to darkness, and the dark yellow street lights on the roadside were dotted.

In fact, Lin Dong felt very unwilling to accept his feelings when he was dying. First, his grandfather was lucky when he was dying, and was bombed into the sky by Japanese bombs. Then, he was lucky when he was dying, and got a book of eternal genius.

But there is something strange about this. Grandpa's bad luck started with Izuki and ended with Japanese bombs. His good luck also started with Izuki and ended with Japanese news media. Bombs were deadly weapons, and public opinion was even more deadly weapons. Invisibly, both generations of his grandparents and grandchildren suffered losses on this small island country's barbarians, and they all started with Izuki and ended with Japanese weapons. Moreover, he felt that he might not have been lucky to get that ancient book when Izuki.
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