This seems to be an ancient temple, and its rock walls bear the past glory and current glory.
It doesn't seem extravagant, but it has a dignified demeanor.
Bald heads of all sizes sat cross-legged in the temple, chanting scriptures in praise of the gods and praying.
The hustle and bustle of the world stops here, the entanglement of all things is cut off here, and time becomes slow and gentle...
Although material poverty troubles the monks' bodies, spiritual baptism makes people feel particularly satisfied and intoxicated.
The monks practice in this holy place originated from the belief in gods. What they yearn for is to reach the otherworldly realm of gods.
"Hard work and hardship are all tests; poverty and injuries are all hardships..."
"God is watching us, and He has given us scourges and songs..."
"Be patient and prostrate, for God is watching us..."
"Below the gods are all lambs, only shepherd dogs can listen to the gods' voices..."
"God's will guides us, and all we have to do is obey Him without reservation..."
At this moment, a six-armed bald man among the monks suddenly opened his eyes.
There seemed to be a hint of gold in his pupils, which made him look a little different from the monks around him who had white pupils.
However, these white-eyed monks all had their eyes closed, except for the monk standing on the steps wearing the same white robe:
He is the only one among all the monks who has his eyes open, because he conveys the will of the gods and also carries the food and drink of all the monks.
Because those monks with their eyes closed could not move freely easily, he wanted to deliver food to every monk.
Whether it's a gourmet meal or gruel and leftover leaves, he will deliver it all.
And what he delivered was also given the name of a god.
"Why do you open your eyes, monk?"
At this time, the white-robed monk looked directly at Yi Qiu and said solemnly.
Suddenly, the entire temple became silent.
The monks with their eyes closed all looked at Yi Qiu, not sure how they could tell the difference. Maybe the monks with their eyes closed had some kind of similar feeling.
Yi Qiu didn't answer, he stood up.
Already in a super-large state, he looked extremely eye-catching among the many monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, which also made him look even more out of place.
Some unimaginable power suppressed Yi Qiu's will, but even it suppressed the vast lake of soul to the bottom of the lake.
But the lake still exists, and the moment it transforms from the chaotic form of mortal matter into a vast lake, a permanent change occurs:
That is an essential change and the most decisive choice of the soul.
"Whatever you want, monk, your recklessness has violated the tranquility that the gods have given you!"
"What you are peering into is the suffering world that the gods have wiped away from you!"
"What you despise is the glorious precepts honed by the gods!"
"What you destroyed is the sacred path given to you by the gods!",
"What you committed is an unforgivable sin!"
"It is a betrayal of your practice, an insult to your sacrifice, and a rejection of your choice!"
The white-robed monk looked at Yi Qiu with cold eyes. As he spoke, some invisible chains seemed to wrap around Yi Qiu's body.
That chain prevented him from laughing freely, singing wildly, drinking to his heart's content, or venting his anger...
Because we need to abide by the commandments of gods when we act, because we need to rely on the grace of gods to survive, because...
Yi Qiu touched his bald head, and the invisible chains turned into tangible matter in his spiritual world.
But it may be able to lock the unfettered chaos, the flowing water that has nothing to rely on, and the nothingness that is at a loss...
But what it cannot lock is the cold order that has already formed a solid lake body...
"I forgot a lot of things..."
Yi Qiu looked at the white-robed monk and said.
"I can't remember my name, I can't see the reality of this temple, and I can't cut off the tight chains..."
"Honor or dignity, light or kindness, evil or depravity, I have completely forgotten..."
"but……"
Yi Qiu raised his fists, and there was some invisible light shining on the six huge fists:
"What I cannot tolerate, I still cannot tolerate!"
The next moment, his body suddenly disappeared from where it was!
The huge shock wave knocked all the closed monks aside, and they hit the wall of the temple heavily, dyeing the dim glory with a bright red color!
Like teleporting, Yi Qiu appeared next to the white-robed monk.
He did not attack immediately, but grabbed him and put it against his face, looked into his pale eyes and said:
"I only follow my order!!"
"Tear!"
The next moment, blood and filth polluted the hall, which was regarded as a pure land by many monks!
Some kind of exciting power surged in Yi Qiu's chest. In his opinion, the temple and the monks were just a pile of decaying debris!
At this time, the statue placed high on the top also came to life!
It looked at Yi Qiu with its pale clay body, and then a heavy and solemn voice sounded:
"Why did you resort to violence? Isn't this what you are pursuing?"
Yi Qiu raised his head, and then he noticed that the statue had a face exactly like his, and even the details of the body fit him perfectly.
It is obviously a clay body, but it seems to interpret the entire life of a certain creature at a certain moment.
"What am I after?"
Yi Qiu looked at him, and the golden light in his eyes began to become more intense from a certain moment.
The golden light is a restless swimming fish, stirring freely in this ancient and solemn temple...
"I can't even remember. You, a clay sculpture, also know that?"
Without saying anything, Yi Qiu raised six huge fists and stepped forward to hammer the clay statue!
“Clang!!”
What was shocking was that the clay statue actually made a sound as if it was being struck by some hard substance when Yi Qiu hammered it.
But Yi Qiu did not stop attacking. In the next moment, his six arms turned into endless shadows and hammered hard on the statue!
"Clang!"
“Clang!!”
…………
…………
""Bang..."
"when!!!"
Finally, at the moment when those monks with their eyes closed rushed past that place with enthusiasm and anger on their faces, time seemed to have stopped.
The next moment, the originally solid, immortal statue collapsed like this!
But the golden light in Yi Qiu's eyes suddenly became strong, and the divine power that had been suppressed on his consciousness was directly expelled arbitrarily!
Yi Qiu looked at the broken remains of the statues everywhere and the many monks that turned into dust together with the broken statues. He touched his bald head, his eyes still with a calm coldness:
"God? Even if I embark on this path, I will not accept even one person's singing..."
"Only without a trace of fetters can you achieve freedom without a trace of dust..."