Chapter 76 Never open your eyes
Huang Feihu also praised: "Subvert my understanding of the corpse's decomposition of the immortal body. Maybe the saint's arrival can make the immortal body go further."
Wen Zhong said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that he is a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun."
Huang Feihu did not want to get involved in the dispute between the two religions, so he deliberately changed the topic, "One hundred and seven statues of Nuwa have already been seated. The scale of this festival is unprecedented."
"Are you worried that there will be changes in the big merchants after the saint comes?"
"Yeah."
"It will be okay, our actions are also in compliance with God's will."
The two walked towards the main hall, and Zhou Ji quickly followed behind him carrying the coffin. He could see that there were dense piles of piles for two to three hundred meters around.
The living pile has formed a magic circle, and it is also the center of the Nuwa Palace.
Wen Zhong's sleeves moved.
Bang.
The dark coffin landed in front of the main hall door, and then the cover was opened. Yang He's body fell into the coffin, and then there was a surge of Yin Qi.
With the nourishment of the coffin, the corpse's healing speed is obviously accelerated.
Wen Zhong patted it hard, and the coffin had been buried twenty or thirty meters underground. The corpse's immortal body made all the piles in Nuwa Palace stable.
"The renovation of the main hall has been completed, right?"
"Yeah."
Wen Zhong looked at the door of the main hall. The decorations in the hall were very strange. There were no decorations on the ground and walls, and there were only three altars.
There are one large altar and two small altars.
There was actually a straw rope hanging from the beam above the main altar.
Everything else is understandable. The lack of decoration may be due to fear of violating taboos. Only the straw rope is a little awkward and feels like it is used for hanging.
Zhou Ji swallowed, he was responsible for finding the straw rope.
There is nothing special about the straw rope, except that it has changed hands several times among slaves, and a total of forty-five people have been hanged.
It is hard to imagine why a straw rope is needed to face the statue of Nuwa.
"Zhou Ji."
"The end will be here."
"Completely seal off the main hall. The statue of Nuwa will surely arrive in the near future. No one is allowed to approach the main hall before the festival begins."
As soon as Huang Feihu finished speaking, an inexplicable chanting sound suddenly sounded.
"Consider the rites of destiny with your heart, create human beings from the ground, transform all things into being, make rites and marry people, multiply human beings, create the Sheng Emperor, entertain all living beings..."
The source is the main hall that was empty before.
Accompanied by the sound of chanting, a large number of craftsmen were seen rushing towards the main hall. Their faces were red and their ears were red, and they were calling Nuwa's name.
Zhou Ji's eyes turned red and he grabbed his right hand tightly.
He felt unspeakable jealousy and found that there were three more statues in the temple. The jealousy was precisely because he wanted to monopolize Nuwa.
Clang.
Zhou Ji drew out his saber and slashed directly at Wen Zhong.
"Go away!"
Huang Feihu waved his hand and Zhou Ji flew a hundred meters away.
"This statue of Nuwa is more evil than in previous years, no, more spiritual." Wen Zhong's unicorn tattoos appeared all over his body, and his mood was about to move.
Huang Feihu did not dare to hesitate and exhaled a breath of fresh air to activate the stake.
The piles swept away the surrounding Yin Qi and cut off the connection between the main hall and the outside world. Otherwise, thousands of people would go crazy overnight.
Wen Zhong frowned and glanced at the three altars through the windows of the main hall.
In the center is the statue of Nuwa, whose expression is filled with the deep love of a loving mother. No matter where you look from, you feel like you are looking at yourself.
The virgin statue is on the altar on the right side. The stone is like jade and radiates light all over.
The boy statue is on the altar on the left. Compared with the other two statues, it looks ordinary. Although the skin is made of rock, it has vitality exposed.
Wen Zhong stared at the boy statue for a long time, his expression becoming more solemn.
Huang Feihu couldn't help but ask: "How is the Grand Master?" "You can't see the depth of the virgin statue. It's not a big problem to persist until the saint comes. It's just that the boy statue looks like a ghost but not a ghost, like a human but not a human. There is still a trace of life left. To be honest... …”
"I'm afraid I'm going to die tonight."
Huang Feihu said in a deep voice: "Once the boy statue is damaged, it must be replaced immediately."
Wen Zhong stroked his beard and said, "I will tell the casual cultivators in the city that they are not high-minded, but they are good enough to select a few boy statues."
"Would they be willing to die?"
Huang Feihu said in a deep voice: "Throughout the ages, no one who has been able to worship Nuwa has lived a long life. Even ten years of life, no, even five years of life may not be possible."
"Many of the casual cultivators have exhausted their yang life. Compared with dying from burning out the yang fire, at least they can bet on the possibility of becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao."
Wen Zhong shook his head and said: "But it will inevitably cause chaos. Next, I will be in seclusion for a period of time, and I will rely on King Wu Cheng to take charge."
"It doesn't matter."
Huang Feihu glanced at the corner where Yang He's coffin was.
If Yang He becomes a disciple of a saint, he will probably be an exception, but Master Yi Taiyi is very protective of his shortcomings, so he may be impatient.
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The two of them confirmed that there were no omissions in setting up the stakes, and then left the main hall.
Not long after, some soldiers sealed the main hall with wooden boards, not even leaving a gap, and the inside suddenly fell into darkness.
………
After Yang He woke up, he looked around the main hall where he couldn't see his fingers.
Both the statue of Nuwa and Fairy Guanghan have their eyes closed.
He only felt that his joints were slightly stiff, then he left the altar and came to the door and window to look around, and realized that Huang Feihu was not far away.
"What do you mean you will definitely die tonight? Brother Wen Zhong, please make it clearer, what exactly will happen tonight?!"
The only good thing for Yang He was that the jealousy-inducing influence of the Nuwa statue had been reduced by half.
He suppressed his distracting thoughts and communicated with the two ghosts. The two ghosts felt a little uncomfortable. The living Buddha's physique could accommodate the organs of the vagina, but it was not suitable for ghosts.
It can be said to be restricted everywhere.
"If it doesn't work, just change your waistcoat. There's no need to worry too much about the living Buddha."
Yang He slowly came to the statue of Fairy Guanghan.
"Sister!"
"Sister!!"
Yang He called again and again, but Fairy Guanghan remained motionless.
Suddenly, Fairy Guanghan's message rang in his mind, "Go back to the altar quickly, and don't leave for the next ten days!"
Fairy Guanghan's voice was filled with fear, "Be careful to make the queen unhappy."
Yang He opened his eyes, and although he didn't notice anything strange at all, cold sweat soaked his clothes unconsciously, and his breathing instinctively became heavier.
He was not in a hurry to return, "Sister, how can I survive tonight?"
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, do no evil."
"Quick! Go back to the altar!!!"
Yang He felt inexplicably flustered. Although the palace was extremely empty, it seemed as if an indescribable monster would appear at any time.
He quickly climbed onto the altar and sat cross-legged without moving.
"Remember, ignore any noise from the outside world."
Yang He's scalp was numb, he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind.
The living Buddha, who is half human and half ghost, does not need to eat, and his joints will not hurt if he maintains the same posture. However, the strong feeling of suffocation makes his days feel like years.
Yang He had nothing else to do, so he simply deduced two ways to raise ghosts.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The silence was broken, and a snapping sound came from the main altar, like the sound of rocks breaking, as if...
It seemed as if something broke out of the statue of Nuwa.
(End of chapter)