The high priest and Ji Honglian walked out of the temple hall and walked forward in the temple passage with the faint candlelight slightly shining.

The light and shadows were flashing, and their figures were sometimes dim and sometimes bright. Occasionally, a few believers came over the fork in the road next to them. When they saw the two of them, they stood respectfully and bowed and waited.

The high priest seemed to have returned to his usual gentle appearance, smiling and nodding to everyone passing by. The halos around him hit him, and it looked like a faint halo hanging behind him, making his figure look taller and even a little more holy aura, which makes people admire and worship him, and they just want to kneel down to worship.

Along the way, the high priest and Ji Honglian walked up to the top floor of the temple and came to a secluded and deserted room.

The door was closed, and Ji Honglian seemed to have been here and was very familiar with the matter of following the high priest here, so she took the lead and pushed open the door gently.

This is a quiet room that looks dim and empty. The room is so clean that it seems that there is no dust at all. As for the other furniture, it is not visible, just an empty house with a square foot.

The only thing that is unique and unique is that there is a half-fist-sized circular hole on the roof above the house, and the light from the outside comes in from here, turning into a slender beam of light, falling on the flat and smooth floor.

The high priest walked in and sat on the side of the beam of light indifferently.

After hesitating for a moment, Ji Honglian closed the door of the quiet room, then walked over and sat on the other side of the light beam.

There was silence, and there was no sound in the quiet room.

And there was something suddenly on the high priest's hand - a scepter that looked like it was all black.

The high priest slowly placed the scepter in his hand into the beam of light. Suddenly, the light illuminated the scepter. It can be seen that in the black texture of the scepter, there seemed to be a natural rune pattern, forming a strange and complex pattern, and several dark slight lights were reflected in the light.

An ancient and vicissitudes of life faintly emerged from this scepter, as if the eyes of some ancient life slowly opened their eyes somewhere and glanced at this world.

The high priest held the scepter with one hand and glanced at Ji Honglian.

Ji Honglian nodded, looking a little nervous. After taking two deep breaths, she also stretched out one of her white palms and held another part of the scepter, just below the high priest's palm.

Then, the two of them closed their eyes at the same time.

Witchcraft and magical art!

In the quiet room, there seemed to be a swell of turmoil. The air around them twisted uneasily, and the clothes of the two of them were automatically without wind.

And the scepter in the center of the glory, the strange patterns on the scepter suddenly began to light up slowly, bit by bit, like the stars in the sky, beginning to flash and emit a dazzling light.

The beam of light that fell from the sky also changed immediately. It seemed that the beam of light that was originally falling vertically suddenly seemed to be twisted a little. I don’t know what was going on in the middle. At a certain moment, the light suddenly became magnificent and bright, illuminating the entire quiet room.

At the same time, there seemed to be a magnificent aura in the dark, falling from the sky, sweeping across everything, but it was illusory, passing through the obstacles of the house walls and landing on the black scepter in the center of the light.

The high priest's face, which had been calm, suddenly twitched at this moment, revealing a trace of great pain.

Then, his eyelids moved slightly, but his eyes slowly opened a crack, and his eyes were shining with brilliance, looking at Ji Honglian sitting opposite him.

At this moment, the light in the quiet room was dazzling, and the ancient aura seemed to be everywhere, but Ji Honglian seemed to have no feelings for these things outside. Her expression was extremely calm, her eyes were closed, as if she was sensing something wholeheartedly, looking like a quiet sleeping child.

The corner of the high priest's mouth twitched slightly, and an extremely complex emotion appeared in his eyes. He looked at Ji Honglian like that, his eyes were sometimes bright and sometimes dim. It seemed that in that short period of time, the wind, rain, lightning, lightning, sun, moon and stars, and the stars were all ebbing and flowing deep in his pupils.

The wind roared and the light flashed. I don’t know how long it took, the beam of light in the sky suddenly calmed down. Then, all the light suddenly faded away like a long whale sucking water. In a blink of an eye, only the earliest beam of light remained, landing in this quiet room.

Ji Honglian's body trembled, her body shook, and she opened her eyes.

At this moment, the expression on her face seemed a little tired, but when she saw the high priest sitting opposite her, she found that the respectable old man looked calm and his eyes were closed, as if he knew nothing about what was happening outside.

Ji Honglian's face showed a look of awe and admiration.

Not long after, the high priest also opened his eyes, looked at Ji Honglian, then smiled slightly, put away the black scepter, and then asked Ji Honglian with a smile, "What's going on?"

Ji Honglian seemed a little embarrassed and a little depressed. After sighing, she said, "Master, I am really useless. I still don't feel the will of the gods. It must be that my practice in the magical art is not enough. Please punish me."

The high priest did not blame her. On the contrary, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I felt the will of the gods for the first time after I practiced the magical arts for ten years. You are still young and have excellent talents. As long as you spend time, you will be able to sense the gods. By then, it will be the time for you to truly become the high priest."

Ji Honglian focused heavily and said, "Yes, thank you Master." Then she said curiously: "Master, have you sensed the god just now?"

The high priest smiled and said, "Of course I feel that the gods are everywhere. As long as we are pious enough and have a pure mind, we will definitely be able to sense its existence through the staff left by the gods and the saints."

Ji Honglian's eyes were full of envy and yearning for expectation, and said, "It's so good. I hope I can do this too. I hope this day will come soon."

The high priest smiled and nodded, saying, "Of course I will come. Okay, I want to sit here and meditate for a while, and you can go out and rest first."

Ji Honglian agreed and respectfully gave a great gift to the teacher who was a mortal, who was able to communicate with the gods and was almost like a demigod, then got up and walked out, and carefully closed the door.

The quiet room became quiet, and the light fell in front of the high priest. A gentle smile gradually disappeared on his face, and he slowly took out the black magical scepter again.

In my ears, the footsteps of the innocent girl outside the room were slowly moving away and finally disappeared in the distance. In the quiet room, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

Lonely old man.

An old man who is about to reach the end of his life.

A person who sits between light and darkness, and is indefinitely clear.

He stared at the magical staff in his hand, and the expression on his face suddenly became distorted. His mouth slowly opened, his face became distorted, with a bit of hideousness, and seemed to be full of pain, and could not get rid of the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He seemed to want to shout and shout hysterically, but the sound came to his mouth, but it eventually turned into an extremely depressing low voice and tremolo. He was like a fragile, sad and helpless madman, crying in this dark corner.

He suddenly hugged the magical staff tightly, and then trembled silently. After a while, he heard a twisted and hoarse voice full of pain and torture, and said in a low voice: "God... God... Oh, where are you, where are you?"

"Why did you abandon me!"

"Why!"

"Ah..." 89
Chapter completed!