The elevator leads to the interior of the Himalayas. A large space was dug out of the mountain and an underground temple was built.
This was of course the work of Gu Yi after he succeeded the Supreme Mage. However, in the past, if you wanted to get here, you had to go through a long spiral staircase. After Su Ming succeeded to the throne, he changed the elevator here and arranged for people to connect it underground.
Electricity and running water are also connected to WIFI, making the monks' lives easier.
But he has never come down before. After all, he is not a spellcaster, so why come here? I just heard that the unknown people still refuse anything that can bring convenience to life, and they prefer to torture themselves.
If you don't have running water, you have to walk from the mountain tunnel to a glacier several kilometers away, dig out ice cubes and melt them back home to drink.
Even if there are electric lights, they don't light them. These people would rather chop wood and burn charcoal and enjoy the physical pain caused by labor.
Not to mention the Internet, which is the cheapest entertainment activity, they don't even watch it, because the ascetic monks refuse all pleasures, not to mention playing games online, even mahjong.
The unknown people's belief in Emperor Weishan has become so fanatical that it resembles a cult.
Even so, Su Ming still asked people to provide them with supplies on a monthly basis. They didn't have to use it, but as the Supreme Mage, they had to provide it.
The elevator was running steadily, and bright lights shone on the three of them. However, they could feel the coolness around them getting more and more obvious, and they could obviously breathe.
"It's a bit cold. It always feels like this in the basement." Squirrel Girl hugged her big tail and used it as a scarf.
Ao Shutu's previous dress-up game made her realize one thing, that is, she is not suitable to wear skirts around beautiful women. Although those skirts are particularly beautiful, the person wearing them is the key.
If Ao Shutu hadn't been standing by her side, Doreen would have been very happy, but with the contrast, she couldn't be happy anymore.
Doreen has thought about losing weight more than once, but she can't control her mouth. If she doesn't eat some nuts for a while, she will feel uncomfortable all over!
Nuts are all seeds of plants, and they contain a lot of fat. Anyway, Su Ming thinks that with the amount of nuts that Doreen eats every day, it is considered a gift not to produce oil.
"There are some people living in the basement. I arranged heating for them, but they don't use it. There's nothing I can do about it." Su Ming listened to the buzzing sound of the elevator running and waited calmly: "But this time I didn't come down to find someone.
Those who are monks, just ignore them."
The elevator arrived, made a ding, and the elevator door opened.
There was a narrow corridor in front of him, and the traces left by the excavation of the mountain were clearly visible. There were torches every few dozen meters, but these lights swayed gently with the airflow, which only gave the place a strange atmosphere.
"Let's go, follow."
Deathstroke lifted his feet out of the elevator and walked forward along the corridor. After more than ten seconds, his eyes suddenly opened up. An underground space about the size of a dozen football fields appeared in front of him, and a majestic building complex was here.
at.
It occupies a large area, but the building has no decorations, only the simplest original colors.
The wood was what it was originally, and it is what it is now when it is built into a house. The same is true for bricks and tiles, without even a trace of paint.
There are no plants or animals here, and the darkness of the open space surrounds the building. In this isolated place, only the soil for cultivating fanatical beliefs is left.
Because there is only some light in the temple, like a lighthouse.
Franklin didn't have any special reaction to this. After all, he had lived a life of hiding from the sun before. It was just the scent of sandalwood in the air that made his nose feel a little itchy.
Doreen was a little suspicious. She thought this place was like a haunted place in a horror movie.
The three of them walked towards the main entrance of the temple, but at this moment, a group of bald heads suddenly rushed out from the door. Their eyes were all shining with gold, and they pushed each other as if they were racing against each other. They knelt together in front of the death knell.
"Master, do you want to perform a ritual? Choose me!"
"No, Master, look at me, I'm ready to suffer anything!"
"Supreme Master! Please have mercy on me, old monk. I dream of going to the kingdom of the true God!"
They were so enthusiastic that they couldn't wait to share the cost of casting spells for the Supreme Mage, but
"I don't have any price that I need you to share with me. Everyone, you all know that I am a warrior. I will let Monaco come to you later, okay?" Su Ming used the force to help everyone up.
He sighed: "Masters, you should continue to practice. One day you will be able to go to Emperor Weishan."
Because these monks have not seen the light of day for a long time, their skin is as pale as the dead. In the past, they shared the cost for several mages, and many of them became seriously ill.
What they want is to share the price of death for the Supreme Mage, and thus ascend to the "Kingdom of Heaven".
Strictly speaking, these people do not belong to Karma Taj, but are the private property of the Supreme Mage of all generations. Just like the families of Hamil and Xiao Wang, they are loyal to the lineage of the Supreme Mage, not to the power of Kamal Taj.
That is to say, because Deathstroke is not a spellcaster, some policies have been relaxed to allow several archmages to come here to "reimburse accounts". Otherwise, according to tradition, only the supreme mage can enjoy the services of the unknown.
However, under normal circumstances, Monaco and the others would not come over. Although sharing the cost is a good thing for the mages, it can also allow the monks to 'ascend to heaven' quickly as they wish. It suddenly sounds like a win-win situation, but it always feels like it is
Killing in disguise.
Among them, Monaco's spellcasting cost is better. After the mental pain of the dead son is shared among everyone, it is equivalent to everyone's dead son, but they can also set up a psychological mutual aid group or something.
After hearing that this time the death knell still did not cast the spell for them to share the cost, the monks turned around and left three times at a time, with expressions of disappointment on their faces, and some even shed tears, feeling very aggrieved.
The death knell is not a spell caster, and their ascension to heaven is far away. They live to die, but they cannot die, which is uncomfortable.
But thinking about it, as the private property of the Supreme Master, they were still very obedient. These fast-footed monks stopped more monks who were coming from behind, and took everyone back to the treasure hall, ready to continue meditating and chanting sutras.
Squirrel Girl was still a little sympathetic to them. While eating cashews, she said, "What kind of ritual are they talking about? They are so pitiful, so just help them."
"They want to die and ascend to heaven, but the ordinary way of death is not enough." Su Ming crossed the high threshold and looked up at the three statues of Emperor Weishan in the temple square: "It's still the cause and effect they owe, and they want to die."
It’s not that easy to repay, just let nature take its course.”