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Wearing a face-covered sari, Showa Mirza walks through the alleys between cluttered houses in Mumbai's Dhahawi slum, where construction debris and chunks of plastic are piled beside her. The alleys are filled with recycled waste and daily life. The garbage exudes a strong rancid smell, and men squat in twos and threes on the rooftops and corridors of the houses on both sides to bask in the sun.
When I saw Xiuba walking by, my eyes were furtively staring at Xiuba¡¯s beautiful figure.
Under the gorgeous and cheap saree, the looming figure curves are moving, but it is difficult for these men who are carried away to carefully observe the finer details of that beautiful figure - the streamlined muscles, the waistcoat on the abdomen Smooth but flexible muscle lines on the lines and arms.
These lazy and disgusting Indian men may not be able to withstand a casual punch from such a toned body.
Xiuba turned a blind eye to the looks from both sides. According to the contract she signed with Mephitus, she had to send the souls of hundreds of sinners to hell every year - this was really not a difficult job in India. In fact, she moved to After leaving the slums, what she had to worry about was whether taking too many souls with her would increase Mephitus's power.
Xiuba is a Ghost Rider, and all Ghost Riders would not want Mephitus to be too powerful.
Xiuba once lived in the mountains of northern India. There were many remote mountain villages where no outsiders could be seen for several years. Her biggest trouble living in such remote mountain villages was just dealing with the locals. She could even feed herself As a pet war elephant, in the northern areas where Buddhism still retains influence, Xiuba can lead the elephant and walk through the bodhi forest, passing by those ancient temples.
And when she needs to deal with Mephitus, she only needs to go to big cities like Mumbai and Bangalore!
Unlike her counterparts in Europe and East Asia, Xiuba from India never had to worry about performance. India was once a country that lacked everything except temples and sinners.
Xiuba once met a man in Bodhiya who came to the holy land to practice with a wheelchair-bound master. Through the eyes of judgment, she could see that the man was guilty of countless sins, and there was an eternal flame of anger burning deep in his heart. Beneath the calm appearance, there is almost an angry god. He is the most powerful and sinful sinner Xiuba has ever seen. He wants to calm the anger deep in his heart by understanding the principles passed down by the Buddha.
When Xiuba saw him, she once thought: "Bring such a soul to Mephitus, maybe you can be free forever and get rid of the curse!"
But she still didn't take action, firstly because she felt that if she took action, she would be easily torn apart by the demon in that man's heart, and secondly, because although the man was guilty, she could feel that he couldn't help but still Yearning for kindness and peace.
It is not in line with the tradition of Ghost Rider to attack such people.
As Xiuba swayed her waist, stretched her body easily, and walked into the more remote alleys, several sneaky figures were quickly spotted behind her. Ah San was different in this aspect, even if They also like to bully weak women, and they also like to be together in a group. Cowardice and fierceness are almost engraved in their bones.
As Xiuba slowly walked into her temporary residence - if it could still be called a residence, it was a shack made of wooden boards and plastic film, built on the beach near the sea, the sea breeze It can blow away the rancid smell of the slums Even if she is an Indian, Xiuba is still a woman. She can endure the simple conditions - in fact, Xiuba, who has gone through ascetic practice, can not care about these things and only lives in her own spirit. In this world, if you can stay away from the stench, you should try to stay away as much as possible.
The men following in the alley were yelling and swearing, and surrounded her with dirty words. The figures of the two men appeared opposite Xiuba, and they surrounded the alley from the beginning to the end. The men showed disgusting and dirty smiles and slowly approached. They seemed to want to appreciate Xiuba's fear and panic, but surprisingly, Xiuba didn't react at all.
She stared at them indifferently, which made these Indian men even more angry and violent. They began to curse, saying dirty and dirty words in noisy Hindi.
When these dark-skinned, thin and dirty men rushed forward impatiently, preparing to grab Xiuba by her hair and push her down to the ground, ravaging her violently, Xiuba hit her hard with one hand. It was on his stomach, and the other hand grabbed the other man's throat like an iron hoop. The men were a little panicked, and the remaining people rushed over in a hurry, trying to hold the woman down with the help of the crowd. But behind Xiuba, there was a movement under the saree. The man facing Xiuba suddenly saw somethingA woman's hands, slender but with strong streamlined muscles, stretched out from Xiuba's back.
They hold a small three-pronged fork in one hand and a bow and arrow in the other.
There were two other hands on Xiuba's shoulders, grabbing two men. The man who wanted to attack from behind saw Xiuba with her four arms stretched out, and was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground and wailed: "Great!" O Lord Shiva! Forgive me!"
Xiuba looked down at the two men in her hands. The two men she held in her hands struggled for a while, and then suddenly collapsed. The whole body seemed to have suddenly lost its vitality. Her hands and feet were hanging weakly on the ground. Ba slowly turned around. The other two men behind her peed their pants in fear. Xiuba's skin turned blue with a bit of gray, as if it was coated with a layer of pot ash.
This is what Buddhism calls smearing heretics with ashes!
An eye grew on her forehead, and her head burned with hellfire. The half-burnt face revealed the deep white color of bones. The eyes of the two men in her hands had already Burnt to charcoal, the eyeballs turned into half black and half gray ashes, with traces of dark red burning embers.
Xiuba whispered: "Look into my eyes!"
The two men who were scared to death and trembling subconsciously looked at Xiuba's vertical eye. In a trance, they saw the world burning with huge flames. The fire of hell burned the whole world, and Lord Shiva was standing there. Dancing in the flames, Shiva's hair spread wildly as he danced, blending in and burning with the flames.
Lord Shiva holds a hellfire in his left hand and brings destruction to the world through dance.
The burning world slowly extinguished, revealing the man's eyes that had turned into ashes He opened his mouth wide, with an expression of extreme horror and fear. His body was slightly dry, and before he died, he shouted: "Shiva! You are in the world Dancing in the destruction" The voice still echoed in the middle of the slum alleys.
Xiuba transformed into the Ghost Rider, with four arms and three eyes, each holding a three-pronged fork, a bow and arrow, and India's unique Kanda sword. This form is almost exactly the same as the destructive form of Lord Shiva. But Shiva is the god of creation and destruction. He often has drums and conchs in his hands that symbolize creation. Legend has it that the world was born in the drums of Shiva¡¯s right hand and destroyed in the flames of his left hand. Shiva destroyed and created the world at the same time. Let the cycle of creation and destruction continue.
But in Xiuba¡¯s hand, there is no drum that symbolizes creation!
The Ghost Rider is a symbiotic form of an angelic spirit of vengeance that coexists with humans, and the angelic spirit was born from the plague.
Therefore, the Ghost Rider has the potential to be infected by memes, which allows the Ghost Rider's power to unfold in an appearance consistent with the myths and legends of various civilizations around the world. The Japanese Ghost Rider Hebeo's eye of judgment will appear Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva , and the Tibetan Ghost Rider¡¯s Word of Judgment is called The Thousand Buddhas¡¯ Anger. Shobha's Eye of Judgment is the dance of Shiva with Indian characteristics.
Xiuba returned to the shack where she lived. She quickly packed her luggage and walked out of the shack door. An elephant miraculously walked out of the small shack and slowly moved forward under the guidance of Xiuba. OK¡¡
One person is holding an elephant and walking along the seaside. At dusk, the elephant's body seems to be coated with a layer of gold. The gold reflected on the sea is swaying, as if a flame is burning. The war elephant burning with hellfire kneels down and pulls it with its trunk. He took Xiuba and humped her up. Under the setting sun, the war elephant ran wildly with big strides. The hellfire on his body burned into a ring of fire, opening a door that had always been unknown.
This is the Ghost Rider using Hellfire to open the door to the hell dimension, and using the power of hell to travel through different times and spaces.
When Showa reappeared, she was surprised to find that she had not arrived in Wakanda, Africa.
Instead, he appeared in a huge glass cylinder, surrounded by white coats and uniformed personnel running back and forth. The white coats shouted: "The space guidance coordinates are correctthe target has been contained in the collection point!"
"Unlock the space blockade of the Indian subcontinent Unlock the information suppression on Mephitus!"
"The target Indian Ghost Rider Xiuba has been taken into custody!"
This glass cylinder is located in a huge laboratory, and in this laboratory full of transparent containment tanks, Xiuba saw her acquaintance Bian Xiong not far away explaining something to a white coat: "I have no intention of obeying Murphy." According to Si¡¯s order, I went to Wakanda just to secretly sabotage Mephitus¡¯s plan!¡±
Not far away, there was a Ghost Rider dressed as an Indian native and the staff were observing each other through the transparent prison.
A black Ghost Rider seemed to have been imprisoned for a while. He was calmly feeding the skeleton vulture on his shoulder. Next to him, a skeleton horse was scratching its hooves uneasily.
Farther away, in a huge cube that was several times larger than the transparent cylinder where Xiuba was staying, there was actually an old-fashioned biplane from the First World War. His pilot, the Ghost Flyer, was carefully preparing for himself. Mount maintenance.
At the far end, at the edge of the entire laboratory, there is a battleship docked on the small dock in the 'prison'. The cube there is larger, occupying half of the laboratory. The entire laboratory is larger than the Empire State Building. It is located in a circular base suspended in outer space - this is the Divine Spear Bureau Ring Base! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Inside the huge cube that is several times larger than the transparent cylinder, there is actually an old-fashioned biplane from the First World War. Its pilot, the Evil Flyer, is carefully maintaining his mount.
At the far end, at the edge of the entire laboratory, there is a battleship docked on the small dock in the 'prison'. The cube there is larger, occupying half of the laboratory. The entire laboratory is larger than the Empire State Building. It is located in a circular base suspended in outer space - this is the Divine Spear Bureau Ring Base! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com