In the temple, the lights were bright, shining brightly all around, reflecting the dull and obsessed expressions on people's faces.
All the eyes of 'people' were focused on the clay statue of the god in the center of the temple.
Clay sculptures of gods are everywhere, set up on wooden shelves.
The craftsmen were standing on the wooden shelves, carrying buckets of mud, and shaping every detail of the clay statue of the god. At this time, there was a craftsman standing behind the clay statue of the god, his hands unknown.
Why did he sink into the soil behind the shoulders of the clay sculpture god? He wanted to pull out his palms, but he struggled hard, but he couldn't pull his palms out from behind the clay shoulders!
Someone noticed his movements and said, "Can't you pull it out? If you can't pull it out, forget it!"
"yes!"
"Forget it! Forget it!"
The people with dull expressions around them all spoke out and agreed dully.
The craftsman behind his hands stuck in the mud, after hearing the words of the audience, there was a slight struggle in his originally dull expression: "I will try again, just this time!"
As soon as he said this, the people around him fell silent, looked at him silently, and told him to try it.
Click!
Centered on the 'god' that rose from the ground, the craftsmen closest to me were swept past by the severe punishment and killing method. In an instant, their bodies and heads were separated. In front of them, the 'people' who were close to these craftsmen were...
Once again, like wheat being harvested, layers of corpses were poured on them, and the corpses that fell on them were spreading inward layer by layer!
The craftsman on the wooden frame turned back and looked at his hands sunk behind the shoulders of the mud tire, observing the gray-white mud that immersed his hands - in the mud, there were faint bubbles bulging, but in the bulging bubbles, there were bubbles.
Pieces of broken and twisted pale faces emerged!
Small pieces of mud crust suddenly peeled off its face!
The faces of the people gathered in the small temple remained blank, but our voices became somewhat anxious.
At that time we also found the seventh new temple!
The people around with shovels picked up the shovels in their hands and pounded them into the pond...
The craftsman's hand remained in front of the clay tire's shoulder, while 'I' myself was kicked onto the wooden frame!
Take the place by storm!
Su Wu's whole body erupted with an aura of death and death. At this time, the aura of death also complemented the aura of Li Gui's punishment and killing, and they were harmonious!
The craftsmen worked together using various tools to once again outline a face with seven features on the clay tire. We stopped and watched with ease as the face of the seven features was outlined on the clay tire.
When everyone saw this, their dull faces showed faint joy.
The crowd is buzzing!
That's God's will!
"It's completely over!"
"Seven opportunities, all of them can send the gods down the mountain——"
I lifted up the Fangtian Painted Halberd that was lying horizontally behind my knees. This was originally a Fangtian Painted Halberd carved from wood and clay. It turned completely frosty white, and it was so cold that the murderous aura that made everything return to death came from this Fangtian Painted Halberd.
It broke out under the halberd!
"I thought that that newly built small temple could reveal some powerful 'gods', but did I expect that it would be so difficult to reveal the gods?"
The craftsman whose hands were cut off and pounded into mud, the man whose hands were chopped off, the people who handed the knife to him... among so many faces, many of them showed no expression.
The mud shell on the mud tread peeled off piece by piece.
The majestic blood light lingered in my eyes, and it spread into a vast sea of blood in an instant!
"Show-God-"
The craftsman fell out of the plaster, splashing with gray mist.
Several people around the pool lifted up loads of soil and poured it into the pool. We stopped and looked at the craftsman who was lifted up by the crowd and lost his hands. We held on to the shovels in our hands. , waved to this group of people.
There are fewer and fewer craftsmen climbing down the shelf.
Even if it is only such a subtle sound, it is still so conspicuous outside the temple where you can hear the drop of a needle. What's more, the sound like something being planted has never stopped since before it was planted!
When I was young, buckets of silver-gray mud were lifted out of the pool and put under the wooden shelf for the craftsmen under the shelf to take. The person who climbed down from the wooden shelf first and chopped off the craftsman's arm was the one who climbed down first. Then he became a new craftsman.
But the gods in the small temple have never been shaped into seven sense organs.
People were noisy, and the craftsmen under the wooden frame moved even slower.
Outside this corner of the temple, silver-gray stones were piled up to form a shallow pool.
Instead, his hands sank deeper into the mud, as if there were two mouths biting one of his own hands!
Under our gaze, a subtle sound suddenly came from under the clay face.
The hands of the craftsman were chopped off, and silver-gray blood flowed from the wrists. I was picked up by the people gathered on the wooden frame, and they carried me to the corner of the temple.
Countless pieces of mud fell from my body!
A continuous and intermittent sound resounded from everywhere around the mud tire!
Accompanied by bursts of howls of grief and fear, the faces of the people gathered in the temple finally became dull again, and gradually lost their fear and sadness!
God is willing to keep our whole family alive!
We are more afraid of being sent to 'fill graves' than being mashed into mud and used to mold the clay statue behind our eyes!
The craftsmen stood under the wooden frame with despair on their faces, looking at the broken mud tires with pieces of mud shells peeled off behind them!
Inside the temple, because the clay body under the altar has been slow to be shaped into the seven sense organs and to "manifest the spirit", everyone was making noises anxiously. The emotions contained in our voices can be understood by others at a glance, but if no one else is around, At this time, looking at our faces, we found that we looked dull and dull, like puppets.
But no craftsman noticed that the peeled off mud shell was not yet solidified mud - a 'lifelike' human face appeared in front of the peeled off mud shells one after another. Under this handsome face It was also stained with a little gold paint, and the patches of gold paint gradually disappeared on this face under the surprised and fixed gazes of the craftsmen.
In the last moment, this face suddenly opened its eyes!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But we have experienced many victories, and we are more afraid that we will be depressed too early, so Xiaodu still has a dull face and blinks tightly. Stare closely at Mu Ti's face.
No one climbed down from the wooden frame, and no one handed over the shining knife from above. The person who climbed down from the wooden frame took the knife from the man's hand, and then cut off the craftsman's wrist with two knives!
Click click click!
People threw the lifted craftsman back into the pond.
Our voices match our looks.
"Outside the new big temple on Duoyang Mountain, the 'god' appeared very early. At that time, people here were carrying the 'god' down to Duoyang Mountain!"
"Our Qi family bloodline was all over that time!"
But when that time comes, you can still give up.
The craftsman looked at the broken and pale faces that appeared and disappeared in the bubbles, and there was less fear in his expression. I was looking less, and slowly turned my hands and wrists for a while, watching the surrounding soil gradually loosen.
I pulled my hands out from the front of the mud tire shoulders - however, despite my careful observation and my efforts for a long time, I still couldn't pull my hands out!
One or four craftsmen stood under the wooden frame directly behind the clay statue. We continuously used various tools to outline the seven sense organs under the clay face. The outlined seven sense organs often disappeared before taking a few breaths.
Hidden up.
Click.
Realizing that he had failed, the craftsman lowered his head and looked at Qishang.
Its seven sense organs are always blurry.
The people outside Qishang were silent and planted the seeds on the wooden frame I was standing on.
Although we molded the clay body seven times in the future, we were unable to make the clay body manifest its spirit within a certain period of time and then send the god down the mountain. However, each of the next seven times we were able to build a broken clay body statue at most. Only the seventh time,
Not only were we unable to create the broken statue of the clay-born god, even the parts of the clay-born statue were now complete!
Several craftsmen, who had been paying attention to the changes in the clay tire, screamed in surprise. However, before we could finish our words, the clay tire behind us that seemed to be 'revealing the spirit' actually turned its neck and stood up on its own!
"How come there is still a way to call a mud tire 'showing its spirit'?!"
"The devil and the like also want to fabricate you?!"
A series of fine cracks are intertwined under the surface of the mud tire, and spread from the surface to the whole body!
“If it’s too late, there will be no chance within a hundred years…
You haven't been able to send the gods off the mountain for seven hundred years in a row. If there is no chance for that one hundred years, our whole family, including men, women and elders, will have to 'fill the graves'!"
The craftsman didn't struggle, he just looked at everything around him with fear:
They were pulled onto wooden frames and sent outside the pool, and fewer and fewer craftsmen were able to refine the mud.
Click! Click! Click, click, click—
"You want to die..."
This set of seven sense organs stayed on the face of the clay statue for a long time.
Just a few breaths passed, and there were already cracks all over the mud tire!