The breeze accompanied the bright moon, and the lonely shadows transformed into three people.
When everyone was talking about the romantic affair between Queen Mother of the West and Wu Huanzi, in a pavilion inside the Mie Zong's residence, Wu Huan's figure gradually solidified from ethereal to faint.
He stood here quietly, not knowing why he stood still here.
In the cave, several women he knew best gathered together to drink tea and chat, but it was quite peaceful.
Throughout the sect, you can still hear the whispers of many monks within the sect, and they are all talking about the ancient great god Queen Mother of the West.
Human Realm has a good impression of the Queen Mother of the West, and monks from the Human Realm will not use some vulgar sentences. At most, they will say "tsk tsk" or smile "hehe", and everything will be said without saying anything.
The Queen Mother of the West, the Great God Nuwa, the Sun Goddess Xihe, the Moon Mother Chang Xi...
In the vast wilderness, the figures of these goddesses kept flashing through Wu Wan's heart. Except for the great goddess Nuwa, who only had the back figure seen in ancient books, the others had specific images.
Wu Wanglue was a little... confused.
He tried to distinguish the boundary between myth and Blue Star, but he couldn't help but think about the connection between the Great Wilderness and Blue Star.
He drove the spaceship through the wormhole, saw a faint light in the darkness, and became the young master of the Beiye Bear Embrace Clan.
If all this is destined, then the initiator should be the bell, that is, the person who forged the bell.
If everything begins with one's own arrival, everything will inevitably end in a predetermined end;
Isn't this fate?
Wu Wan does not believe in fate, but he firmly believes in the logic behind cause and effect.
What confused Wu Huan the most was actually the ultimate question about the Great Desolation that drove the Third God King crazy and frightened away the ‘creators of perfect order’ in the First God Generation.
The memory of Star God came to mind again.
Wu Wang felt like he was trapped on an isolated island.
Even though this isolated island is so majestic that it is difficult for ordinary people and immortals to explore its entirety, it is still an isolated island...
What is the meaning of the nothingness that surrounds the wilderness?
Where did this heaven and earth come from and where are they going?
At the beginning of ancient times, who preached the gospel?
Wu Wang's eyes were full of confusion, but he knew that the issues he was thinking about now had no practical significance for today.
But I just couldn’t help but let my spiritual thoughts and immortal consciousness accompany the night wind to follow those figures from long ago...
"What's wrong?"
A light voice suddenly sounded. Wu Wan turned around and chuckled at Jingwei, who had changed into a blue and white short skirt.
She was like a lark, with colorful silk threads wrapped around her jade arms and ankles. Under her eyebrows, which were flawless even if she didn't deliberately correct them, her small round eyes were always shining with light.
Jingwei kicked a pair of wooden clogs and walked to the pillar next to Wu Huan. As if he was afraid that Wu Huan would suddenly pounce on him, he hid half of his body behind and asked softly:
"Did you encounter any difficulties? If you feel upset, you can discuss it with me."
"The difficult matter has been settled for the time being by Senior Queen Mother Xi."
Wu Wanchuan smiled and leaned against the pillar, facing the cool moonlight, and carefully looked at her carefully braided hair accessories.
Raising his hand, Wu Wan wanted to pinch her cheek. He was fascinated by the soft and yet not greasy touch, but instead, he accidentally lifted a strand of hair next to her cheek, and the back of his hand crossed her cheek.
Jingwei's face was slightly hot, but he always raised his head and stared at Wu Wan.
If it weren't for the difference in size, she would definitely have to fiddle with it.
"Are you happy here?" Wu Wan asked.
"Yeah," Jingwei blinked, "but I always feel uncomfortable when there are many people."
Wu Wan sighed: "I may have to be busy in the next few days..."
"As long as you are busy, Sister Suqing and I are also quite happy."
Jingwei's eyes inevitably showed a little disappointment, and he said softly: "I don't seem to know how to do anything except fill the sea."
"Haha," Wu Wan was really amused by her.
She was a little annoyed, and the corners of her mouth bulged slightly, but she just turned her head away from looking at Wu Wan.
Wu Wan said warmly:
"You were just a baby when you were in danger, and your remnant soul has been trapped for tens of thousands of years. It's normal that you can't keep up with the current environment.
Don't worry about it, don't worry about anything.
If you feel bored on weekdays, you can make elixirs and make utensils..."
"Can you answer a question for me?"
Jingwei suddenly interrupted Wu Wan's words and looked up at Wu Wan.
"Huh? What?"
"When we first met, why, why did you treat me... like that..."
This statement seemed a bit embarrassing to Jingwei. She hesitated and couldn't continue, so she simply changed the question:
"I originally thought you were a dissolute person, but after spending time with you these years, I found that you are not that temperamental. Overall, you are quite good."
"I can't explain this. It's probably just a feeling."
Wu Wan responded casually, but he was a little suspicious in his heart.
bell?
He waited for Senior Shennong on the isolated island for more than a year, and also observed Jingwei for more than a year, and the urge to contact her kept rising in his heart.
If we really want to find out the reason;
That’s when he learned that he was the young leader of the tribe and the tribe’s atmosphere was very open. At the age of three, he began to look forward to the wanton debauchery after the coming-of-age ceremony. At the age of seven or eight, he began to faint when touching women, so that holding women’s small hands became his strongest obsession...
Started talking.
Wu Wan looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and didn't speak for a long time;
Jingwei looked at him, his eyes gradually changing from nervousness to calmness, and finally there was only a slight flash of light left.
The two of them crossed the pillar at some point. Wu Wan took the initiative to take a half step forward and put his hands around her waist.
The moonlight was cold and the night breeze was blowing, but the men and women in the pavilion only felt warm.
…
"Tsk."
Early on the next morning, Wu Wan woke up from his meditation. His immortal consciousness stared at Jingwei who was practicing quietly in the cave next door for a while, and his mood became very comfortable inexplicably.
Yesterday...the kiss arrived.
What matters in this kind of thing is an atmosphere. When the atmosphere arrived, Wu Wan joined in without thinking too much.
Little Jingwei was frightened and hid for a moment. Just when Wu Juan felt that she was a little too anxious, she actually stepped forward and nervously hugged Wu Juan's neck.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! If Wu Wan hadn't noticed that there was some immortal consciousness detecting around him, he might have died yesterday!
Ah, I'm anxious, I'm anxious.
So what is the ultimate question? Does the third god king, the old god of Kunlun Ruins, the gaze of Emperor Kuang, and the restlessness of Zhulong have any meaning?
This is the core driving force!
Wu Wan's whole body was suddenly full of energy, and he jumped up from the bed, leaving a few afterimages behind. He told Lin Suqing that he had something to go out, and quietly left Miezong.
He rarely acts on his own.
First, he was closely watched by the Heavenly Palace, and there were also Ten Evil Palaces active in the human realm before.
The second is that before his recent retreats, his physical strength was a bit weak, and a random 'crazy extraordinary' could seriously injure him.
The interests of all forces in the human domain are intertwined. After all, there is a corner of evil in people's hearts, and Wu Wu has to guard against it.
but now;
He is extraordinary!
Not only did he become extraordinary, he also accepted the Star God's Dao, and the Star God's divine body completely became his own clone. After Nishino killed more than a dozen minor gods, the Dao body completely became a demigod.
In terms of divine power and divine body alone, he is already equal to the God of Tiangong.
With such strength, coupled with Wu Wang's "slight" status in the Human Realm, he can easily go anywhere in the Human Realm.
Wu Wan turned into a wisp of breeze and drifted to Fuyu City, the nearest big city of Mie Zong and the place where Mie Zong started to make his fortune.
There are two more temples outside Fuyu City. Every day, mortals and monks line up to offer incense and worship.
One temple is the Xianhuang Temple, which occupies a large area and is magnificent. There are seated statues of Suiren and Fuxi inside, and there is an endless stream of incense in front of the door.
Another one is the Zhurong Temple of Huoling.
Wrapping himself with the transformation energy, Wu Wan transformed into a middle-aged Taoist and landed directly in front of Zhurong Temple.
The gate of the temple is guarded by immortal soldiers, and the interior layout is considered complete.
But after Wu Wang walked half a circle in the temple, his brows gradually wrinkled.
'Why is the telekinesis generated by burning incense and worshiping so little?'
Wu Wang wandered around, standing in front of the big cauldron filled with incense and observing carefully, but for a while he didn't understand anything.
Didn’t Tiangong Pavilion say that they have mastered the ‘core technology’ of gathering thoughts to become gods?
"This fellow Taoist!"
Suddenly there was a shout from behind:
"Why don't you, fellow Taoist, come here to worship? This is a temple to worship Master Zhu Rong. Master Zhu Rong fought to the end to protect the Human Realm and the Innate God. He is a first-class hero in our Human Realm!"
Immediately, all eyes focused on this place.
Wu Wan turned around and cupped his hands repeatedly, saying that he was curious and forgot the rules. He raised his hand to take three sticks of incense from the temple door, lit it on a candlestick nearby, and bowed to the statue in the hall from a distance.
Long——
The sound of rolling stone mills came from the hall, and the statue trembled a few times and turned half a circle with the stone platform below.
Outside the hall, the mortal monks stared wide-eyed.
Wu Wan inserted three sticks of incense into the edge of the cauldron, cupped his hands in all directions, and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
The monks here were left dumbfounded and began to whisper who this middle-aged Taoist was.
A moment later, the back hall of this big temple.
Wu Wang was sitting on the beam, surrounded by Yin and Yang Daoyun, completely covering himself.
He was puzzled and thought carefully about the method of incense.
Although the incense path is a new thing to Dahuang, the principle is to 'gather your thoughts to become a god', but now the method has just been changed.
"My lord, when did you come?"
Suddenly a familiar greeting came from the side.
Wu Wan turned his head and looked around, showing a somewhat peaceful smile.
Fire Ling.
At this time, she could only maintain a shadow of more than three feet tall, as if it could be blown away by a wisp of breeze, but her facial features, body shape, and attire were exactly the same as those of Huoling in the past.
This is the method of gathering thoughts to become a god.
Wu smiled and said, "I just came here to see how you are doing."
"Everything is fine," Huo Ling sighed softly, "I just feel that I deserve what I am suffering right now."
"How to deserve it?"
Wu Wan said sternly: "You fought against the Golden God and sacrificed your life. It is only reasonable for the human realm to build a temple for you and worship you."
"It's just...everyone is like this."
The phantom of Huo Ling flew in front of Wu Huan and whispered: "Those seniors who have followed His Majesty in the war for many years are the ones who deserve this honor."
"When they fought desperately, their spiritual thoughts had been burned out, and the fire avenue could not gather."
Wu Wang said: "It's actually a coincidence that you can take this road."
"this?"
Huo Ling's heroic brows furrowed tightly, but soon relaxed.
She was not the temperament of a mother-in-law. Now that she heard Wu Wan say this, the knot in her heart was relieved.
Huo Ling smiled slightly at Wu Wan and said:
"Since Your Majesty and Your Excellency have allowed Huo Ling to live again, Huo Ling will definitely live up to this expectation.
If I can get out of these stone statues in the future, I will definitely attack the Heavenly Palace again and fight the powerful god Suo!"
Wu Wang solemnly cupped his hands, praised Huo Ling a few words, and then asked Huo Ling about his 'feelings' during this time.
Huo Ling also knew that this matter was of great importance, and she told everything she knew. From the time she vaguely heard the noise of people, to the recent changes in her feeling that her "body was back".
Wu Wang sat on the beam and kept nodding, interjecting from time to time to ask more questions, looking for the reason why the incense was not as powerful as expected.
Generally speaking, the idea of concentrating thoughts to become a god is correct. This road has been paved by Huoling. The power of thoughts gathered in the statues here, although the divine power produced is mottled, is still real divine power.
"strangeness."
Wu Wan couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Huo Ling waited quietly on the side. After a while, he became tired and was persuaded by Wu Wan to return to the statue.
Huo Ling has not always placed herself in the statues here. She can "move according to her heart" among the nearly a thousand statues of Zhu Rong standing in the human domain.
Induction, arrival.
When a problem is discovered, it is natural to solve it.
Wu Wan, who was in a state of excitement because of the kiss last night, had also fallen silent at this moment.
He left the Zhurong Temple in Fuyu City and rushed to another Zhurong Temple that was closest to here. He observed carefully and kept thinking about the reason why the power of the incense was not as strong as expected.
Are ordinary monks doing it as a routine when offering incense, but they are not sincere?
Maybe it was related to this, but Wu Wan met several monks from the Imperial Guard who rushed to offer incense. Those men had tears in their eyes and sighed endlessly, and then they contributed...a little bit of telekinesis.
After searching for a long time, Wu Huan even figured out a few rules.
First, the power of thought that mortals and monks can generate is equivalent.
The amount of thought power generated during worship has nothing to do with the level of one's own strength, the strength of the soul, whether the soul has been condensed, and other conditions.
Second, the moment when telepathy is generated is when everyone sees the statue of the god, the statue casts a shadow in people's hearts, her deeds are known, and everyone has emotional fluctuations.
After all, the power of thought is also the power of consciousness.
Third, those who behave badly in daily life and are scolded as idlers have the same thoughts as those who are praised by neighbors as "good people" when they worship.
But in the end, this is still much worse than the telepathy Wu Wu felt in Zhongshan.
This made Wu Huan a little anxious, and he spent two days in a row exploring everywhere in the human domain.
Finally, Wu Huan didn't take any chances. He shot out a few jade talismans. A large number of experts from Renhuang Pavilion and Tiangong Pavilion immediately came to join Wu Huan.
They met at Zhurong Temple near Renhuang Pavilion.
After a few words of greeting, Wu Wang went straight to the point and asked Tiangong Pavilion about the arrangement of gathering thoughts to become a god.
"Everything goes well, sir."
The old deputy pavilion master, who had a goatee and was a little thin, asked with some confusion:
"According to the ideas you gave, Tiangong Pavilion mobilized a large number of craftsmen, working day and night, quickly and slowly, and finally helped Commander Huo Ling take a crucial step.
We have achieved good results through our collective efforts, and His Majesty also ordered to praise our Tiangong Pavilion.
This... Sir, is there something wrong with Commander Fire Ling?"
Wu Wang groaned for a few times but did not answer directly.
He was surrounded by elderly people. Judging from their expressions, demeanor, and the determination revealed in the deputy master's answer just now.
They really didn't realize the problem of too little telekinesis.
After all, as far as the human realm is concerned, since Suirenshi, many attempts to gather thoughts to become a god have ended in failure.
Being able to do it this time really made them feel excited, and they felt that they had another strength to fight against the Heavenly Palace.
Wu Wang asked: "Have you ever observed the creatures in Zhongshan?"
Most of the old men shook their heads.
A tall and thin deacon of Tiangong Pavilion with gray hair on his temples stood up, bowed to Wu Wan, and asked: "Sir, do you think that the telepathy power we have gathered is too little?"
"Yes," Wu Wan's eyes lit up, "What do you call me, sir?"
"Excuse me," the man cupped his hands and said, "Li Queyue is now the deacon of Tiangong Pavilion."
"Have you ever observed Zhongshan?"
Li Queyue showed a slightly reserved smile:
"Previously, in order to build Lord Huo Ling's temple, I secretly lurked in Dongye and Southeast Region to see how those tribes prayed.
But sir, I think the two are incomparable.
Since childhood, all ethnic groups have been instilled with the idea that God is the source of everything, and they truly believe in God.
We are just paying homage to those who have passed away.
The two have different thoughts, which is actually reasonable."
Wu Wang said: "But the difference shouldn't be so much, only about one-tenth."
"This," Li Queyue looked ashamed and sighed, "this matter cannot be solved by the ingenuity of heaven."
Wu smiled and said: "It is quite difficult for Lord Li to see the problem... Lords of Tiangong Pavilion."
The old deputy pavilion master said hurriedly: "Don't worry, sir, I will give you a heavy reward."
"Well," Wu Wan smiled, glanced at the bustling Zhurong Temple not far away, and said, "Let's go to the Renhuang Pavilion to discuss it. More and more people are gathering here."
Everyone praised him for his kindness, and the clouds rose into the sky one after another.
Wu Wan was about to turn into the breeze and escape, but he had not yet sorted out the somewhat confusing thoughts in his heart.
Brother Yun Zhongjun has gone somewhere, he must be making some mysterious arrangements.
'I am somewhat dependent on my brother.'
Wu Wang secretly alerted himself and turned into the wind to move away.
suddenly!
Wu Wan's fleeing figure appeared more than ten miles away and turned to glare at Zhurong Temple.
In the main hall of the temple, on the futon in front of the statue;
The child with pigtails knelt there solemnly, with his hands clasped together, his little face full of nervousness, and his thoughts were directly heard by Wu Wan:
"Master Zhu Rong, Master Zhu Rong, my mother's illness will get better soon."
Then, as if it were a substance, a large amount of thought power gathered in front of her, floated towards the statue, and penetrated into the statue.
In Wu Huan's heart, a door was slowly pushed open, and thousands of rays of light burst out from it.
"Someone is coming!"
On the clouds ahead, figures were flying towards them quickly.
"My subordinate is here!"
"Then...in the name of Zhu Rong, we will send elixirs within a thousand miles to eliminate diseases of mortals here."
The experts from Zhongtian Gong Pavilion and Renhuang Pavilion don't know why.
But Wu Wen had his orders, so they just bowed their heads and obeyed, and then immediately summoned the immortal soldiers, and they were busy for a while.