The Unrighteous God In Marvel

Strange was gritting his teeth, struggling to stop shaking his hands.

He has always been a confident and arrogant man, perhaps a little narcissistic. But this does not prevent him from becoming one of the most successful and highly skilled surgeons in the world.

And Strange relied on this pair of stable, mechanical hands.

If there wasn't that car accident.

…

When Strange woke up from the familiar hospital, he saw his former assistant standing in front of him with a look of reluctance.

The difference between familiar people and things is that the one lying on the hospital bed now is his famous surgical master: Doctor Strange.

Although everyone told him that his hands could be healed, how could he be concealed from someone who was a top surgeon himself.

Looking at his hand, which was full of steel needles, swollen like honey bread, completely unable to exert any strength, Strange felt that his sky was falling.

Staying in the hospital is completely useless, Strange once again made a judgment based on his own experience.

In order to save his hands, to save his life, and to get back what he was proud of, Strange tried various methods. Some even thought of it as a joke and sneered at it.

But that still didn't bring any change to his dark life.

From a top doctor who was pleased by everyone to an outcast who even had a problem with holding a cup and drinking water, in just one month, Strange met with warmth and warmth.

This also made him more urgent, and even more blindly hoping that he could once again have a pair of normal hands.

As a result, he sold his luxury car and mansion, almost desperately embarking on the road of using "non-scientific" methods to treat his hands.

For nearly a year, Strange had almost seen all kinds of scammers in the world.

However, no matter what kind of bitter medicine he drank, how he calmed down to meditate, and how religiously he prayed, he still couldn't hold a glass of water steadily.

At the moment when he was on the verge of despair, almost confessing his life and losing his brilliance, an old man Strange had rescued found him and gave him a name and an address.

The address is Kama Taj, located in the Himalayas.

The name is Gu Yi, who seems to be a mysterious monk.

When a person falls into the water, he will catch everything that may make him float, even a straw that can't change the problem at all.

Now, this note with two names on it has become Strange's straw.

Anyway, this is already the case, what else can be done.

Go ahead.

After getting on the plane, changing to a passenger car, again to a tractor, and finally to an ox cart, after several twists and turns, Strange finally came to this remote, small mountain village that is almost impossible to find on the map: Kamatai Ji.

Although there was only a glimmer of hope left in his heart, Strange still held the note, asking about this monk named Gu Yi everywhere.

It's a pity that the composition of the staff here is too complicated, and the few sentences he learned temporarily can't help him much at all.

After searching hard for a long time, I still couldn't see this mysterious monk.

Holding a hard pie and drinking high mountain snow water, Strange sat unkempt and unkempt on a step that closed the store door.

He is already a little bit about to give up.

Maybe only after trying hard to find hope, people will be so calm towards the arrival of despair.

Standing up and throwing away the note, Strange left in a muddle-headed manner.

Passing through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, smelling the fragrance of Zen, Strange wandered around aimlessly, until he was blocked by two suddenly emerging from the shadows, and he recovered. As soon as he turned his head, there were also two people behind him who looked at him with malicious intent and blocked his way back.

Only then did he realize that he had unconsciously avoided the crowd and walked into a small alley with no people.

"Oh my God..."

People are unfamiliar, Strange can only hope that the other person does not look like a rich man.

"Everyone, you found the wrong person."

Strange pointed to the torn clothes on his body: "I have no money."

The four people surrounded Strange, and the leader saw the watch that Strange showed when he raised his hand.

When bad people do bad things, they are different from being forced by good people. They know exactly what they are doing.

Such a person, of course, would not have any such things as compassion and humanity.

"Give me the watch."

The leader did not waver, insisting on the principle of thief not going empty, and did not spare Strange because he was a poor man.

"Please, this is the only thing that matters to me."

There are many useless tasks in this world, such as trying to create perpetual motion machines, or fantasizing about winning the lottery. Reasoning with bad guys is also one of the classics.

Not surprisingly, Strange was knocked to the ground with a punch. Four people surrounded him with punches and kicks, and took his watch by force.

Just when a few people were about to sell this watch quickly and buy something for their wife to prove that they are a good man who cares for the family, a good husband who works hard, and happily ran out of the alley, another suddenly appeared from the shadows. The person in the body hit the leader in the face with a punch.

Then, it was a unilateral sling.

Holding the watch, the hooded man walked up to Strange, who was struggling to get up, and returned the watch to him.

"Are you looking for Taj Kama?"

Reaching out and taking off his hood, the black buddy asked curiously, revealing his true face.

"Yes... how do you know?"

The black guys smiled happily, and he pointed to the city behind him: "You have asked almost every person you meet in this city, I just heard your question."

"Then do you know where Taj Kama is!"

The black buddies didn't speak, just smiled, and walked forward on their own.

After thinking for a while, Strange walked over.

...

Not long after, the black buddies brought Strange to... the dilapidated little wooden door he had just sat on.

"Don't tell me, this is Taj Kama."

Strange's expression was somewhat wonderful. He frowned and pointed to the white pagoda building on the other side of the street, which was very conspicuous in the small town: "Should that be more like Taj Kama?"

The black buddies still didn't speak, but opened the door with a smile and walked in. Leave Strange with an unclosed door.

Has reached this point, or...

"Right." The black buddies came out from the door again.

"If you step into this door, you will forget everything you know."

Familiar, everything?

Does this mean to make me a monk?

After thinking about it, Strange nodded pretending to understand: "...OK. I see."

Still the same sentence: It's all here.

...

After following the black buddies who called themselves Modu into the narrow and dilapidated wooden door, Strange developed in surprise, and the space behind the door was surprisingly large.

And as he talked with Modu, he also seemed to gradually understand what it means: forget everything that is familiar.

Everything here is really unreasonable and unscientific.

After staying here for one night, he finally saw the ancient mage he was looking for at noon the next day.

A bald monk is still a woman.

However, Strange was disappointed.

………

"Spirit Spirit Spirit! There is no spiritual power at all!"

Strange, who had been meditating for a long time, stood up angrily and kicked the futon he was sitting on.

He originally thought that as long as he saw the legendary ancient one mage, his hand would be quickly healed, similar to the kind in the story, potion, thick potion, and rebirth.

But this ancient master with special temperament would only let him meditate, meditate, and feel some spiritual power.

This made Strange, who had been deceived more than once, a strange and shameful familiarity, and an extraordinary sense of sight.

So, after patience and tolerance, Strange finally couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and asked loudly: "We are all made of matter! The spiritual power of shit! You think you can see through me! fraud!"

Gu Yi mage just looked at him quietly: "You shouldn't give up halfway."

"Oh?! Really! Are you preaching again? I'm telling you!" Strange pointed at Gu Yi mage with a finger, stepped forward angrily, and screamed: "I have seen you through!"

Half a second before he pointed his finger to Gu Yi's shoulder, the smiling Gu Yi "pushed" Strange's chest with a fist.

Then he saw the other himself, from the perspective of a third-party outsider.

"This is…?"

Reach out and call. Strange returned to his normal self.

"What did you do to me?!" Strange became a little unsure, and then he tried to explain this scientifically: "Tea! You put something in my tea! Mandala? Naked? Cephaloline?!"

"It's tea. Some honey is added."

Gu Yi was still smiling, and walked half a circle around him with his hands on his back: "I pushed your soul out of your body."

"what?"

"soul."

"You... why... just now..." Strange was a little incoherent.

"There are still many things you don't know, and this world is not what you know." Gu Yi said, raising his hand.

"You, what are you going to do!" Strange was a little scared, but strangely not wanting to avoid it.

"Open your eyes."

After speaking, Master Gu Yi used his finger to press on Strange's Tianling Gai.

For a moment! When the world turned around, Strange seemed to be in the center of the storm, breaking through the walls, breaking through the clouds, breaking through the barriers of space.

Time flows around him with a real aperture, and the matter becomes a twisted thing like mercury. At this moment, he was on the earth, but the next second he appeared on Mars.

The dialogue between Mo Du and Gu Yi sounded in his ears, like a whisper from the ancients, and it seemed to be from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't think he can stand it anymore."

"I think he can continue to try."

Hum!

Strange felt that he was stretched out, and in a daze he saw his face, saw the panic, saw the doubt, saw the unbelievable.

He saw that his hand had grown another hand, and his face had grown another face. He saw the collapse of the universe and the birth of stars.

And after countless gorgeous twisted brilliance flashed, he saw that everything was nothing but the reflection of a person's pupils.

That person is himself.

Bang!

He fell heavily to the ground.

Strange took a quick look at his hand. It's okay, or is it... normal?

Master Gu Yi is no longer in this room. Several people he didn't know dragged him and threw him out of the wooden door.

"Don't! Please!"

Strange shouted and tapped the wooden door: "I believe it! I really believe it!"

After seeing and experiencing those incredible things with his own eyes, he has had this experience, and he can't help but believe it.

Now, even if someone tells him that the wooden door is made of chocolate, he believes it.

…

Sitting in front of the wooden door all day and night, the door was opened again.

Mo Du appeared at the door, looking at him with a smile.

"come on."

"Master Gu Yi..."

"tomorrow."

Mo Du said, "She will summon you tomorrow. Before that, you'd better take a bath and get a good night's sleep."

…

Therefore, when Strange saw Gu Yi again the next day, he thoroughly implemented Modu's words: forget everything he was familiar with.

Is the world made of matter?

no kidding.

Have you ever been on the soul roller coaster, dare you to speak like this!

Let your hands grow out of your ears to buckle your nostrils, and you won't say that.

...

Learn the classics seriously, meditate seriously, and learn to turn the spiritual energy into real magic, and use special spells and spells to visualize the reality.

Strange's attitude was extremely correct, his spells were remembered quickly, and his understanding was extremely correct, but he just couldn't draw that circle.

Standing in the middle of a bunch of people, there is a portal with gleaming brilliance in front of everyone, and only his face is in front of him, except for the air, nothing else.

...

Gu Yi, who was still carrying his hands on his back, walked in front of him. This time, it was not the familiar Modu or the fat Mr. Wang who manages magic books that followed her, but a strange mask with a yellow shoulder on his shoulder. The strange guy of the civet cat.

"Strange, you are too insistent on yourself. Once you used your ingenuity to achieve success in life, but now you have to forget those and forget your control.

Follow the trend and send it out through your body and soul. "

Strange glanced strangely at the guy wearing the mask. He was taking notes with a serious look.

"It's because of my hands."

Strange raised his hands, and it was trembling.

And Gu Yi directly called the old gentleman who thought he had a long beard, and performed a handless circle for Strange on the spot.

This mage has no hands directly.

Strange was speechless.

Then, Gu Yi grabbed the big yellow cat by the neck and put it on the ground.

The yellow cat grew bigger in an instant, surpassing the bear in a second, and countless runes appeared on its body. Strange couldn't understand it, but he could guess that it should be some magic symbol.

The big cat opened his mouth, and a visible wind blade appeared, raising his head to the sky, and the wind blade passed through the air. The big cat turned into a kitten and jumped onto the shoulder of the man in the mask.

Well, Strange has nothing to say.

People without hands can release magic, even animals! What reason can be said for this.

"Lyon."

"what?"

Lyon, who was taking notes, looked up, and he felt that his magic talent could be rescued.

"What do you think."

I think? What do i think?

Oh!

Leon wanted to understand.

"I think it just didn't make sense."

"Heh... makes sense."

Gu Yi drew a circle: "Come with me."

Leon chuckled and followed first, followed by Strange, who also slid in.

(Ps: Germans are really good. It has coriander-flavored beer.

Mad, absolutely. )

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