0493 Chapter 10: The Eternal Holy Fire (Section 35)
Entering the main hall of Xuankong Temple through the back door, Zhen Cheng walked around to the strange-looking Buddha statue.
He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looked at the Buddha statue with an expression that was very similar to that of the Buddha.
"Hey..." Half a minute later, a long sigh came from the bottom of her heart: "You can discover this... To be chosen as her disciple, of course you are also a monster.
Mortal, do you know who you are facing?"
"I don't know," Zhen Cheng shook his head: "You must be a certain creation god who was once hostile to the teacher, right?"
Zhou Shishi mentioned the name "Primordial Divine Fire". The source of divinity that can be used to match this title, as the name suggests, can be imagined.
The Buddha statue seemed to be choked, and Zhen Cheng's answer obviously made it impossible for him to speak out the pretentious rhetoric he had prepared later. After a moment, the strange voice with an indescribable sense of solemnity sounded again:
"I underestimate you. By following her, even as a mere mortal, you must have seen a lot. My name is Jizun, do you know what it means?"
??Jizun sneered in his heart. Since he is her disciple, he must know the meaning of our names. Anything she can give you, I can do it.
Even if she incarnates into the world and becomes an existence that none of our creator gods can defeat in the entire universe system, she is destined to be unable to cross the final barrier of the tenth dimension and does not have the vision and insight like us.
As long as you ask, even if it's what she can't give you, I can...
Zhen Cheng was stunned for a moment, feeling that this Buddha statue was more nonsense than expected. But for the purpose of testing insurance, he still answered patiently: "Does this mean that you were once defeated by her?"
??Jizun swallowed a mouthful of blood.
He couldn't find anything wrong with such a ridiculous answer.
"Hey..." Thousands of words turned into a long sigh, and he asked again: "What was the final outcome of that battle? Did they... decide the winner?"
"Why should I tell you?" Zhen Cheng sneered.
In fact, she didn't know anything, but the other party hurriedly offered it to her, so she had no reason to refuse.
??Jizun has become accustomed to Zhen Cheng's problem of not speaking well, so he is no longer angry this time, and just talks to himself: "I have been trapped here for so many years, and I have figured out some things.
Your teacher...musician can achieve that level without the help of the current one. You know who I'm talking about, right? It's the naming system, the current one who dominates the heavens...
I am different from the other five people. Although I have the same philosophy, I have never intervened in the liquidation, I have never been in a hurry to deal with your ant-like civilization, and I have never been as nervous and fearful as them.
I devoted myself to studying the paradox, and what I wanted was more than just strength.
Everything went well, and with the experiments of my stupid disciple, I was almost able to unravel the core secret hidden behind the paradox phenomenon.
But just then, the musician came, disrupting everything as a candidate for the Lamarck game.
At that time, I realized that this side was isolated by me and should have been hidden in the time and space of the universe, hiding its backhand.
The Hanging Temple was originally a place where the hermits who broke away from Lamarck's game would hide. It was because of this that I chose it as a testing site.
Those holy monks tried to resist my power, so they compromised with them and got the Guanyin in the back hall. After being tricked by the musician, I realized that there was his backhand and taught the fool how to break the seal.
The means. Unfortunately, it is of no avail.
It seemed like he was standing behind the musician, helping her do what she wanted.
But, who is he?
No matter what agreement he made with the musician, he is destined to never get rid of his own identity. He is the God of Creation, an existence in the eleventh dimension, and... on our side."
Zhen Cheng nodded and said directly: "Are you done?"
??Jizun was choked with another mouthful of blood, and finally couldn't help but roared:
"What on earth do you want to do? Aren't you here to get some divine fire? You already have 'wisdom' and 'power', right? Even her disciples, no one has got better materials, right?"
"I want the original." Zhen Cheng said with a dull face, like a little girl who had no idea what she was talking about and was just asking for candy.
??Jizun was very happy: "How do you want to take it? Attack me with the thing you just conquered? I am the God of Creation! Even if I can't destroy or reverse the paradox, there are still ways to deal with that thing!
Don’t just rely on me to accumulate strength to break out of the cage and just push it! Take your ‘wisdom’ and ‘power’ and get out of here before I get to the point of anger!”
As he spoke, the Buddha statue with a strange smile in front of Zhen Cheng suddenly erupted with overwhelming power.
Different from the fear brought by "their" evil and full of hatred and hatred, what rises from the Buddha statue is an upright and powerful one.
This kind of power does not have any power in itself, cannot kill the enemy, or even destroy a hair on the person in front of him, but it makes Zhen Cheng deeply experience a despair that is completely different in dimension and personality.
This despair was so overwhelming that she even stopped breathing subconsciously.
If it were an extraordinary person who had never seen the world, there would even be a 90% chance that he would be shocked to the point of suffocation and die. But the corners of Zhen Cheng's raised lips just twitched, and his smile did not diminish.
She raised her fist and punched herself hard in the middle of the chest. Then her body began to breathe uncontrollably. Five seconds later, the sound of inhaling turned into a wild laugh:
"Hahahahahaha...?? Jie Zun? If you really accumulate strength here, I am afraid that just a move of your little finger will be enough to make me disappear into ashes.
But how could she leave such a fatal flaw in the cage of her dream? Or was she defeated by her own ide?"
"Do you really believe her?" The intimidation failed, and Ji Zun's voice began to turn cold and vicious.
"Believe her? No, no, no, I have never completely believed in that cheap master," Zhen Cheng laughed and waved his hands:
"If you hadn't shown the cowardice to resort to the method just now, I'm afraid I would have been cautious enough to keep testing, and I wouldn't have taken the gamble until the end of time.
But a hundred thousand years of making no progress has worn out your patience, hasn't it? You see, after all the bluffing and bluffing, I haven't even hurt a single hair..."
Faced with Zhen Cheng's accusation of murder and heartbreaking, Jizun was speechless.
"Jizun, do you know? There is a rather interesting riddle circulating in our hometown," Zhen Cheng paused, and without waiting for a response, he continued:
"Be silent, have dull eyes, not eat three meals a day, have weak limbs, have abnormal facial features, do not recognize your relatives, have smoke in your seven orifices, look majestic on all sides, sit still for a long time, and are very useless.