Only then did he deeply realize that in the face of such existences, ordinary people would really die as many as they came.
The group quickly packed up, and Qing Su's expression remained unchanged. Although she was frightened, she was a person who had experienced strong winds and waves after all. They arranged for everyone to follow Zhang Rongfang and leave the bottom of the valley as quickly as possible.
It wasn't until the group returned to the garrison station before entering the canyon that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, this place is extremely dangerous. We suspect that the previous fog may have hallucinogenic toxicity, which caused us to hallucinate, and then we were led into the valley by the hallucinations. We were eventually attacked by poisonous bees, causing heavy casualties."
Qingsu re-reviewed the situation before the trading and summarized the reasons.
"Is it a hallucinogenic toxin?" Zhang Rongfang looked into the depths of the canyon. There was no fog there, but there was still wind blowing out.
There seemed to be someone saying something in the sound of the wind.
But it was blurry and he couldn't hear clearly.
Although he couldn't hear it clearly, he could vaguely feel that the voice was very similar to the Xue Tong he met before.
"Stand nearby first, don't get too close. The poisonous fog here is too strong. All our antidotes can only relieve the physical pain, but not the hallucinations." Zhang Rongfang ordered aloud.
"yes!"
Qingsu's face turned pale at this time. She was not injured, but was frightened by the inexplicable casualties.
We brought so many elites in, but half of them died inexplicably.
Anyone who encounters such a thing will feel heavy and frightened.
Zhang Rongfang had no time to pay attention to them.
He walked forward slowly and walked to the flowing stream in the canyon.
"Little friend?"
“Little friend??”
The sound of the stream and the wind mixed together, as if someone was calling him.
The sound of wind and water seemed to be no longer the same as before, as if the shout he heard just now was just an illusion.
"Senior, all my people have been rescued. Now, in return, what do you need from me? Just ask!"
Zhang Rongfang didn't believe that everything just happened was his imagination.
With his body's vitality resistance, it is impossible for that little poison to affect him.
Still no response.
There is peace and tranquility all around.
In the canyon in the distance, the air is clear and the chirping of apes and birds is constant.
Dark green rock walls, gray-white mixed with black valleys, scattered green woodland, and blue cloudless sky.
And the huge shadow cast by the mountain wall.
"Senior, I keep my word. If you need help, come to me!"
Zhang Rongfang spoke out again.
Still no answer.
There is only the sound of wind, water, birdsong and ape's cry all around.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Zhang Rongfang held the wishing bell, turned around and walked out of the valley.
If there was no wishing bell, he might still think that everything just happened was caused by poisonous fog.
But the things in my hands clearly showed that everything just now was true.
"Sir, what is your hand?" Returning to the Songheguan team that blocked the entrance to the canyon.
Qing Su came closer and was about to report the situation to him.
Suddenly she frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Rongfang's right hand.
"I found this at the bottom of the valley." Zhang Rongfang shook the broken wishing bell.
"What? Do you have something in your hand?" Qing Su was slightly stunned.
Zhang Rongfang was stunned and mentioned the wishing bell.
"This is it."
"Is there something in your palm?" Qing Su looked at Zhang Rongfang's palm hesitantly.
"."
Zhang Rongfang suddenly felt a little silent.
He picked up the wishing bell and hung it in front of Qing Su.
"this."
But Qing Su still looked at Zhang Rongfang through the clock, as if she had clairvoyant eyes that could see through the clock dial and see the scene here.
"Sir, please stop joking with me." Her expression changed a little.
Zhang Rongfang was silent.
He took a deep breath and held the wishing bell for another person.
"Ask me, what do I have in my hand?"
"Sir, there is nothing."
"What do I have in my hand?"
"No"
"In my hand"
"Um, what didn't you see?"
"In my hand"
"Glory! Master, hold glory in your hands! You will be invincible!"
"." Zhang Rongfang did not look at the drama queen. He picked up the wishing bell and put it aside. Then, he took out the blood statue he had obtained before.
"Now, what do I have in my hand?"
Qingsu hesitated slightly.
"A bloody statue." She answered honestly.
Zhang Rongfang finally understood at this time.
Everyone present, except him, no one can see the wishing bell.
He returned to the wishing bell and opened the properties bar.
'Gut warning: What do you believe? What do you doubt?'
The inexplicable reminder made everything more confusing.
Zhang Rongfang silently turned off the intuitive warning so as not to affect his vision.
He sat aside and took a deep breath, feeling that everything that happened before was like a dream.
Night falls slowly.
Zhang Rongfang sent a letter to his sister's trustee, while he stayed at the entrance of the canyon, waiting slowly.
He must understand the context of all this!
Gods, Buddhas, Xue Tong, clocks, statues, what are the differences and connections between them?
The mountain breeze blows and it occasionally drizzles.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
After Zhang Rongfang eats every day, he meditates by the stream and enters concentration.
During these times, he could always vaguely hear someone calling him in the stream.
But every time he listened carefully and hard, he found nothing.
Wish the bell was still beside him, tattered and motionless.
The Blood God Statue was also in his pocket, with a crack on its surface.
Qingsu led the team back to Songheguan to handle the aftermath and compensation matters.
Ten people were left nearby as defenders to block the entrance of the canyon.
Zhang Rongfang also no longer allows ordinary people to enter and leave the canyon at will.
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The bright moon hangs high, casting a slit of light from the top of the canyon, shining on the stream, making it glow like scales.
Zhang Rongfang was sitting by the stream. He was over two meters tall and strong.
He was shirtless, with clear blood lotus lines on his back, and was meditating peacefully.
Meditating and entering concentration is originally a state of concentration and calmness, and putting all the energy into doing the exercises.
But today, Zhang Rongfang suddenly had a whim and did not intend to use Taishang Mingxu Gong.
Instead, simply follow some meditation methods that I have seen in my previous life and sit quietly.
In previous lives, both East and West had similar meditation techniques.
In the West it is called meditation, in the East it is called meditation, visualization, etc.
It does not use today's most complicated exercises and routines, Zhang Rongfang only uses the most basic steps.
That is: imagine that your heart is empty. Listen to your gentle heartbeat, beating rhythmically, and gradually focus all your attention on your heartbeat. Concentrate a little, forget about everything else, and finally slowly drift away and enter the object.
I am in a state of forgetfulness.
He didn't know why he did this.
But after meeting Xue Tong and hearing from him the suspicion about the current Taoist leader Yue Dewen.
He then had slight doubts about Taishang Mingxu Kung Fu. He also had doubts about Dao Dao Jiao Tianbao Palace's previous strategy of only practicing literary skills.
From the beginning to the present, he has always practiced Taoism and taught literary skills.
But at this time, he wanted to try a new literary skill.
See what happens.
This is a whim.
No reason, no reason.
Just wanted to do it, that's all.
Soon, with the foundation of other literary skills in place, the most basic meditation was quickly achieved.
Zhang Rongfang sat by the stream, eyes closed, the only sound in his ears was his own heartbeat.
slowly.
slowly.
When he doesn't care.
All the sounds outside, the sound of wind, water, birds, etc., are like paint, mixed together to form a vague sound.
'The Tao exists in a single thought.'
‘Intentional or unintentional, let nature take its course, ever-changing, inaction becomes its own thing’
‘Little friend, you are finally back’
The voice slowly became clearer and clearer.
Finally, Zhang Rongfang slowly opened his eyes.
Under the mountain wall directly in front of him, in front of a locust tree forest.
There was a vague black figure standing, his robes swaying in the wind, with his back facing him.
"senior?"
"It's me." Xue Tong's voice was mixed in the wind, faintly visible. "You succeeded. But God will not die. She is targeting you now, so be careful."
"Thank you for your help, senior. Is there anything that juniors can do now?" Zhang Rongfang had already vaguely figured out a certain trick.
"I said it," Xue Tong replied, "gods have immortality. They are absolutely immortal. But they can be forgotten. And how to make them be forgotten? First, we need to see who else remembers them."
"You mean!?" A flash of lightning suddenly flashed in Zhang Rongfang's mind.
In the past, the Great Spirit often massacred cities just for a few Tantric followers. Initially, this caused great resentment among the people.
Now it seems
"Yes, only by killing all believers and all those who still remember its true appearance can they fall into the abyss of oblivion forever."
"So, I want you to completely eliminate all followers of Yuannu. Don't let anyone remember her, don't let anyone mention her, and don't let anyone record or circulate her." Xue Tong's voice was broken.
Zhang Rongfang suddenly understood why the Great Spirit recorded some of the gods and Buddhas as esoteric religions and did not allow any dissemination.
"Junior, please remember this!"
"It's good to remember that there is something special about you that they can fight for, and don't show it in other places easily." Xue Tong continued.
"In return, I will tell you the secrets of the god-worshipping warriors under the gods and Buddhas."
"Secret." Zhang Rongfang listened attentively.
"This secret."
The sound suddenly became smaller, weaker, and completely inaudible.
Zhang Rongfang's heart trembled, and he knew something was wrong.
Only then did he realize that he had unknowingly fallen out of meditation and entered a state of concentration.
Immediately, he became calm again.
Time passes bit by bit.
About ten minutes later, he entered the trance state again.
"senior?"
"Remember, intentionally or unintentionally, now, let me say it again. The immortality of worshiping gods is not immortality, it is just transference."
"Transfer!?"
Zhang Rongfang was shocked.
"Every time they die, a believer will die on their behalf. This is a transfer."