Deities Are All Just My Food-Chapter 30 Listening to God’s Gospel_1

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Haijing Art Academy, Block B, Teaching Building, on the third floor, the art studio.

The quiet night outside the window and the pale light from the energy-saving lamps, combined with the various colors of paint smeared on the walls, gave the classroom an atmosphere reminiscent of a horror movie.

A tall female student sat in front of a canvas.

Her long black hair was wrapped in a scarf, bunched into a big bun at the back of her head, to keep it free from paint, while her bristle oil paintbrush dashed and dabbed, creating a surging, tumultuous blue wave on the canvas.

That wave spun and seethed into a frenzied nebula, like the gaping maw of a demon ready to devour the entire city beneath the night sky.

The girl was painting Van Gogh’s “Starry Night,” and it was already ninety percent similar to the original.

What was lacking…

was that certain breath…

Thud!

Suddenly, the girl tossed away her oil paintbrush and started staring blankly at the ceiling.

Her dark pupils were like dead still water, without a single ripple.

After some time, she picked up her old Huawei phone, which was at her side, and opened up the Bilibili app.

The phone was very old, causing the interface to lag a bit.

That guy named Lin Da Hungry Man, he couldn’t have really given up, could he?

The girl fretted and clicked on her follow list.

Inside, there was only one uploader,

Lonely, like a stray dog that had been abandoned.

Updated?

The girl’s eyes brightened, and she immediately clicked on the video.

Huh?

It’s the “Heart Sutra”?

Without headphones, a pure and gentle male voice began to echo around the art studio.

This chanting was not solemn, nor was it serious; it was like a cultured and friendly companion whispering softly, recounting some of the anecdotes he had encountered on his journey to enlightenment.

The girl quietly listened.

The “Heart Sutra” was not long, and soon it ended.

The girl didn’t move and slowly savored the chanting.

After about ten minutes or so, she clicked to play the video on loop.

…

In the morning, the golden rays of dawn spread over the campus, coating it in a layer of gold.

As the start of term approached,

some seniors had already returned to campus early, busy rushing to finish their graduation pieces.

Li Jing got up early, bought a pancake and fruit, and ran towards the art studio—if she didn’t get her work done quickly, it would be hard to find a job.

Huh?

What’s this?

Chanting?

It’s actually quite pleasant!

Li Jing climbed up to the third floor, where she heard the chanting and hurried to the front of room 302.

The door was unlocked!

Creak!

Li Jing pushed the door open and, like a hamster, poked her head into the classroom to take a glance.

“Shen Xin?

You’re here early!”

Li Jing knew this girl.

Or rather, as a painting prodigy who had held an exhibition in Paris, France, in her sophomore year, there was no one in the entire Haijing Art Academy who didn’t know her.

It was said that the principal had pleaded with her to stay at the school.

Distracted by the noise, Shen Xin frowned slightly.

“Shen…

classmate Shen, I…

may I ask you some questions?”

As opportunities were rare, Li Jing decided to seize the moment and quickly brought out her half-finished painting, asking Shen Xin for guidance.

“Excellent painting skills, but no soul!”

Shen Xin glanced at Li Jing’s modified version of the “Sistine Madonna” and said, “If you just want to find a good job, then choose a piece that can showcase your painting skills to the greatest extent!”

“For example, Kramskoy’s ‘Portrait of an Unknown Woman'”

Li Jing was shocked; she didn’t expect that after just a glance at her work, Shen Xin would guess her intentions accurately.

When she had applied to Haijing Art Academy, her ambitions were sky-high, intending to create her own artistic school.

But now?

Sorry!

All she wanted was to draw character portraits for big gaming companies, the kind that sold for tens of thousands of yuan each.

“Thank you!

Thank you!”

Li Jing hurriedly thanked her, with a polite attitude.

Shen Xin put away her canvas, tidied up the paint and brushes, and unwrapped the scarf from her head, releasing her waist-length black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

Shen Xin lowered her head and opened the comment section.

She scanned it briefly, then began to leave a message.

Blossoms Bloom in the Lane: Congratulations, you’ve found your own path!

Blossoms Bloom in the Lane: The wandering fish will eventually find the ocean that lets it leap freely, and the little bird, too, will fly to a sky spacious enough for it to spread its wings.

I’m relieved that you didn’t give up!

Blossoms Bloom in the Lane: Keep it up, Hungry Man!

Shen Xin put away her phone, ready to leave.

“Classmate Shen…”

Li Jing couldn’t help but speak up again.

Shen Xin stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and made a humming sound through her nose.

“Hmm?”

“That…

that…”

Being watched by such a genius made Li Jing a little fidgety, “The Buddhist music you were listening to earlier, could you tell me about it?”

“I think it sounded very nice!”

Li Jing swallowed nervously.

What’s going on?

Does this girl have such a strong presence?

“Go to Bilibili, search for Lin Da Hungry Man!”

After Shen Xin finished speaking, a faint smile finally appeared on her usually expressionless face.

…

In Foshui City, Shiwan Shangyuan Residential Area, Building 12.

A fat man was frantically typing on his keyboard!

“Dammit, heal, heal, can’t you play, fuck!”

Riven died, and the screen turned black and white.

Fuming, the fat man immediately started hammering his keyboard, cursing fluently, ripping into his teammates.

“Have you been eating shit?

Why is your mouth so foul?”

“Dumbass!”

“Motherfucker!”

The teammates didn’t take it lying down and retorted immediately.

The fat man got even more into it, ready to unleash his 18 years of singlehood-level hand speed in a battle of wits.

Thud!

The computer screen went black; it had run out of power.

The fat man paused, then started to cry woefully.

“My love life is over, I can’t win in games, and now when I want to curse someone out, even the power company is against me.

Do they really think I won’t pay the electric bill next month?”

The chubby guy’s surname was Zhang and his first name was Jing.

He graduated from high school this year and thought he might not have another chance, so he decided to confess to the goddess he had been secretly in love with for three years.

But before he could say anything, he saw the goddess and the school hunk coming out of a hotel.

At that moment,

Zhang Jing felt his life was shattered, living felt utterly meaningless.

“Little Jing, what are you howling about?

Xiao Pi is looking for you!”

Zhang Jing’s mother was full of energy.

“Tell him I’m dead!”

Zhang Jing jumped onto the bed, and his nearly 200 kilos made the bed emit a creaking noise as if it were under unbearable strain.

“What in the world are you up to?”

A skinny guy who looked like a monkey pushed open the bedroom door: “You’ve been holed up at home for half a month, what, trying to become an immortal?”

“Pi Zi, my love is dead!”

Zhang Jing’s eyes were brimming with tears.

Li Pi Wang was a childhood friend; Zhang Jing was not afraid of making a fool of himself in front of him.

“Give me a break, when has your love ever been alive?”

Li Pi Wang pressed the power button on the computer a couple of times and realized there was no electricity: “What’s so good about women?

They only slow down my sword drawing speed!”

Zhang Jing lay back on the bed,

tired in his heart!

It would have been better if he had been rejected by the goddess, but the problem was, he saw them coming out of the hotel with his own eyes.

The blow was too great!

He felt like a sufferer from a comic book.

Seeing Zhang Jing like this, Li Pi Wang knew he was deeply upset this time.

He sighed, opened Bilibili, and sent him a link.

“Listen to this!”

“What is this?”

Zhang Jing clicked on the link and was directed to Bilibili.

“Buddhist scriptures!”

Li Pi Wang used to watch videos of girls dancing before going to bed every day, but last night he happened to hear this segment of Buddhist scriptures and he lost all interest in the girls instantly.

He was scared out of his wits at that moment, thinking he was burnt out from too much gaming.

“Even if Sakyamuni himself were singing Buddhist scriptures to me right now, it wouldn’t help!”

Zhang Jing chuckled and clicked play.

As the chanting began, it took only the first sentence to capture Zhang Jing’s ears.

So comforting!

His originally irritable, anxious, and resentful emotions instantly dissipated like the Flame Mountain extinguished by snow, vanishing into thin air.

By the time it was over,

all that was left in Zhang Jing’s heart was peace.

He even brought his hands together and murmured a ‘Amitabha’.

“How does it feel?”

The call came in, Li Pi Wang powered up, ready to battle on the land of Valorant!

“I’m thinking about becoming a monk!”

Zhang Jing honestly shared his current urge to forsake the secular world and join the monastery on impulse.

“Haha, that’s exactly how I felt when I first heard it!”

Li Pi Wang efficiently opened a folder and found a pornographic film: “This chanting is high level, probably from some monastery’s senior monk, right?”

Zhang Jing was about to say that there were no high monks nowadays,

but recalling the chanting full of Zen charm, he shut his mouth.

After mulling it over for a few minutes, Zhang Jing suddenly spoke up: “Pi Zi, let’s go travel to Shaolin Temple, huh?”

“School is about to start, why go to Shaolin Temple?”

Li Pi Wang thought his buddy was disturbed.

“To listen to the scriptures, worship Buddha, seek…”

Zhang Jing initially wanted to say seek romantic destiny, but then he suddenly felt that it didn’t matter if he had a woman or not.

“Stop playing dead, get up, come watch with me!”

Li Pi Wang urged.

“Not interested!”

Zhang Jing listened to the scripture passage again, liked it, tipped with coins, added it to favorites—a three-hit combo, then left a comment.

Zhang San sunny day: Master Lin, do you have an MP3 version?

Looking for a download!

Zhang Jing wanted to download this scripture to his player, planning to open it whenever he felt upset.

He noted that there were quite a few people asking for a download.

“Lin Da Hungry Man?

That name doesn’t sound like a senior monk!”

Zhang Jing hit the follow button,

thought for a moment, and then upgraded it to special follow.

…

September 3, at six in the morning, outside Guangqing city’s high-speed rail station.

“Mom, you can go back!

It’s enough that you’ve seen me this far!” ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Lin Baici, with large and small bags, laden with a bunch of luggage, got out of the taxi.

“I’ll go back after seeing you onto the train!”

Mother Lin initially wanted to accompany Lin Baici to university registration, but work was too busy, her boss wouldn’t approve the leave, and Lin Baici also said that he was old enough to manage on his own, so Mother Lin decided not to go.

But when it was time to go, the thought of her child going to live a thousand miles away for four years in a completely unfamiliar place worried her again.

“No need, I won’t get lost, plus you don’t have a ticket, you can’t get in!”

Not only did Lin Baici feel sorry for his mother, carrying all that luggage was also too uncomfortable.

He could have easily put everything into the Black Tripod Bowl, but since he was under Mother Lin’s watchful eye, he didn’t dare to do so and had to carry everything himself instead.

Otherwise, given his mother’s character, she would definitely press him for details.

If that happened, he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret of the Dragon Temple’s God’s ruins anymore; she would surely worry and forbid him from going to Breaking Divine Ruins.

Lin Baici still planned to get his hands on a few more Taboo things and sell them to make a windfall.

Every step of the thousand-mile journey of their children is a worry for their mothers.

Mother Lin still couldn’t shake off her concern.

She now regretted her decision; she should’ve accompanied her son for the registration.

“Mom, let me be independent, let me toughen up a bit!”

Lin Baici cajoled and pleaded: “You can’t take care of me my whole life, can you?”

Mother Lin was finally persuaded.

“Then be careful, keep your wallet and phone safe, and don’t lose them!”

Mother Lin instructed.

“Yeah!”

Lin Baici, waiting in line, spent half an hour going through the security check, and when he saw his mother was still outside the station, he waved at her through the glass.

“Mom, you can go back!”

Lin Baici sent a WeChat message.

He knew that unless he walked out of sight, his mother wouldn’t leave, so he took the elevator to the second-floor waiting hall.

In the hall, there was a cacophony of voices, many of them students about to travel far.

Lin Baici looked around, intending to find the A12 ticket gate, when a sudden pang of hunger overtook him.