Chapter 34 Life and death considerations, who helps in secret
The Evil Spirit Religion has been able to survive for hundreds of years in this world, and it is not just relying on luck. Ordinary people believe in Buddhism, Taoism, and Christ. It is just the immersion in the soul. Once they realize it, God will be in their hearts, but they cannot realize it.
He can only become a layman at home and has no chance of fruitful karma. However, when Mr. Shen established the religion, although he also continued the moral principles of many folk sects and the White Lotus Sect, he mainly relied on a huge obsidian statue found in the blessed land of Cave Heaven.
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This statue of a god is densely packed with thousands of hands. Once it carries enough faith, it can inspire brilliance, land on the human body, bathe in the divine light, and feel the divine grace.
This is what the person offering sacrifices just preached, and it is also the fundamental reason why so many believers were excited when they were eligible to go to the main altar to worship. I thought it was just for the convenience of preaching, but unexpectedly it really appeared, and it was right in front of my eyes.
, it really deserves the name of "evil spirit".
Zamao Xiaodao and I were lying low in the southeast corner of the hall, whispering secret words to pray for God's blessing. When these words of praise to the omniscient and omnipotent God were chanted in unison by hundreds of people, and passed through the special hall in the hall,
The architectural design condenses into an ethereal Zen chant in the air, which can resonate with the human soul, which is very wonderful.
Being in such an environment, the person feels as if he is in heaven on earth.
However, after a long Zen chant, when I saw that every few minutes, a colorful divine light emerged from the eyes of the dark and shiny obsidian statue in the middle of the hall, falling on the believers, every time I felt like
I felt as if a small knife was cutting the flesh on my body. Although there were hundreds of people in the hall, there would still be a time when it was over. And when Zamao Xiaodao and I were the only two people who did not bathe in the divine light, it meant that we had no chance at all.
They are fake evil spirit believers.
By that time, what kind of outcome will we face?
Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked around. The Evil Spirit Hall occupies a vast area. There are palaces everywhere on the peak, and the open areas have also been opened up into squares or garden areas. However, the place is heavily guarded, and there are machine formations everywhere.
If you don't pay attention, you will hit the road, but there is only one extremely steep road up and down the mountain. The rest are dangerous peaks and cliffs. It is said that there is an endless abyss behind the peak that no soul can cross.
Of course, even on the single road up the mountain, the important pass is only blocked by one man, and no one can open it. Even if you fly to the sky with wings, there are dense thunder nets above the peaks and clouds - these arrangements are said to have been made when the religion was founded.
It was the work of a dead traitor who was talented and perverted; and here, the formation can only be regarded as a secondary thing. Only when you are truly in the headquarters of the Evil Spirit Religion can you understand the little Buddha who controls the Evil Spirit Religion.
How powerful and terrifying is it? Most of the masters of the Evil Spirit Religion are gathered in this hall, especially the first-class and super-first-class masters.
Such a master, just looking around, you can see that here, the succubus I am familiar with, the old fish head is not a very powerful character, the demon sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall presiding over the sacrifice, and a few unnamed senior officials
, the elder has more terrifying strength, let alone at this moment, even if I am fully armed and all my friends are gathered here, I don’t have the courage to charge forward.
The fact is so depressing. After careful inspections from the outside of the Evil Spirit Sect again and again, Zamao Xiaodao and I, who had our wings cut off, seemed to have the only chance to save our lives under such circumstances.
As the light of the huge statue gradually fell and slowly moved towards the southeast corner, I felt nervous and subconsciously looked towards the Zamao Path, and happened to catch his gaze, which was also at a loss.
The two of us looked at each other and both smiled bitterly, knowing that the half month of pretending to be a ghost might end now.
The weather is getting cold, and we can keep each other warm by holding each other, while the fear gradually melts away as Zamao Xiaodao and I look at each other - after so many years of fighting side by side, we have become accustomed to each other's existence, working hand in hand to move towards a
Another impossible victory. Even if the road ahead is the abyss of death, with such brothers going to hell together, what should we fear?
What's more, although there is no thunder punishment on the Zamao Trail, and I don't have the ghost sword and vibrator, there is still something even more terrifying in my stomach.
Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry. If I am really desperate, I will sacrifice the golden silkworm Gu. Instead of destroying the twelve magic stars, I just want to kill the hundreds of middle-level bosses in Honglu and outer sects everywhere.
I didn’t come to this world in vain, right?
Jinping is the gateway to the Shiwanda Mountains, the land of Miao territory. It has been a desperately poor mountain village since ancient times. No matter how others judge me, I admit that I am just a mud boy from the countryside. As the saying goes, if a man dies, a bird will rise.
How can I be afraid of being able to drag so many great people to death together if I don't die for tens of thousands of years?
As soon as the bravery of the border people surged into my heart, I no longer had any fear in my heart. I smiled slightly with Zamao Xiaodao, nodded, and then knelt down again.
There are many experts gathered in this hall. The moment I exchanged glances with Zamao Xiaodao, I felt a chill on my back, as if someone was staring at me. I looked over subconsciously, but I only saw a piece of water floating in the air.
A huge curtain like a thangka. We have no choice, since it's not our turn yet, let's pretend to be grandsons for a while and save our strength. If we really fight later, we might as well have some strength.
I was prepared for the worst, but I was no longer afraid. I lay low and sang softly, feeling the music floating in the air with my heart, as well as the power and rules contained in it, and then looking at it with the corner of my eye.
The distance from which the colorful divine light falls.
When this divine light first appeared, it was quite slow. However, later on, a beam of light fell almost every minute. It was longer or shorter, and the time varied. I adjusted my breathing and tried my best to control my breathing.
The mood remains calm, but the muscles of the whole body remain fully active to ensure that the fastest speed is produced at the moment of explosion.
If we can kidnap a very important person, maybe we can escape and ascend to heaven?
At the same time, I am still trying to communicate with the fat insect that wraps my consciousness. During nearly a year in the scorpion farm, I have learned how to use the dragon pattern in my hand to control it and restrain its aura as if it were nothing.
, and now is the stage time for it to shine.
Finally, during the long wait, the five-color divine light, which represents the power of the five elements of wood, metal, fire, water, and earth, and is a mixture of yellow, green, white, red, and black, fell on a woman next to the Zamao Trail.
, the woman stretched her body, her bones made snapping sounds, and then she let out a long moan, showing her incomparable comfort and comfort.
Even after the five-color divine light faded away, the woman still made a sound like a cat meowing to express her comfort. However, Zamao Xiaodao and I had already pinched our finger bones until they turned white, ready to commit murder at any time. This time
The waiting time was also quite long. Time passed bit by bit like running water. Every second I felt was so long. And when the string in my heart was about to be broken, suddenly there was another five-color god.
The light fell on the head of the miscellaneous hair path.
How can this be?
Zamao Xiaodao is a devout evil spirit believer. Isn't this too funny? My eyes widened and I saw the divine light flowing from Zamao Xiaodao's body sliding to the ground. My mind felt a little confused, but I could still see the general.
The face of Zamao Xiaodao, whose head was on the ground, also showed an expression of disbelief. At this moment, another five-color divine light fell and washed over my body.
A cold and warm breath washed over my body. This feeling of nine layers of ice and fire was indescribable. I was so frightened that I could only press my forehead to the ground and dare not speak.
The divine light seemed to be unconscious and began to rotate backwards. To ordinary people and practitioners, such a thing is a miracle and a great gift. However, in the eyes of people who have reached a certain level, it is just a little breath combined with light and shadow.
It's just an effect, but what we can't figure out is why Zamao Xiaodao and I can also be bathed in this brilliance?
Could it be that the prerequisite mentioned by the speaker just now, that is, one must be pious, is sheer nonsense?
The hall is vast, and everyone is concentrating on praying and singing, blending into this solemn religious atmosphere. No one will pay attention to us two little characters, so I turned my head and glanced towards the Zamao Path, and saw him blankly
Looking to a certain place on the right, I followed the crouching crowd, and at the end of my sight was a slightly fluttering curtain, on which many legendary religious stories were depicted in thick colors.
Zamao Xiaodao was thoughtful, and I roughly understood that there should be someone in this hall secretly helping us to get through the difficulty safely.
Who is this person?
We know only a limited number of people in the Evil Spirit Cult General Forum, but those who are capable and willing to help us...could it be Big Boobs and the two Luo sisters from the airport?
I was uneasy, but I couldn’t have too many thoughts at the moment. Most of the people in the hall had been baptized by the five-color divine light. Only a few people had not received the divine grace. After a while, when I looked over again
By that time, there was no one on the futon.
The Zen singing lasted for nearly four hours and finally ended. Amidst the few lingering sounds, a clear stone chime sounded from the hall, while the demon stood on the stage and began to speak about the eternal teachings of the Evil Spirit Sect.
: "Above the void, there are thirty-three layers of halo. The omniscient and omnipotent God is on the thirty-third layer of the sky. He has incarnated tens of millions, and there are three heroes. Brahma is the god in charge of creating the world, and Kongdao is the god in charge of maintaining the world.
Mahakala is the god in charge of destroying the world..."