Chapter 599 Before the Madness
"Zhang Mingli?" The first glance at the statue of the god on the wall, Gao Ming saw Zhang Mingli in a trance. When this guess appeared in his heart, the fairy aura surrounding the statue's face gradually faded, as if it really became Zhang Mingli's appearance.
"The Nine-layer Spiritual View was built by Zhang Mingli? I always feel something was wrong."
Gao Ming stood at the door and did not enter immediately. He pressed Fu Shu's neck and asked in a low voice: "Did you see the statue of the god painted on the wall? Who do you think he looks like?"
"I don't know, I can't see it clearly." Fu Shu didn't understand why: "I have never seen the Nine-layer Spiritual View. In the initial design concept, the Nine-layer Spiritual View only exists in data simulation. Everything is unknown. You should be careful."
Fu Shu couldn't help, so Gao Ming looked at Bai Huang again, and the other party shook his head. "It's really strange."
Standing at the door of Lingguan, Gao Ming and the flesh and blood ghosts did not feel the slightest evil spirit. They were all elegant monks, burning incense, cooking tea, arranging flowers, hanging paintings, and feathered clothes with smoke and clouds, showing the charm of immortals everywhere.
I turned my head and looked outside Lingguan with uncertainty. Gao Ming's eyes penetrated the Blood Rain. He saw the streets flowing across the blood river, and his body was dying with his eyes closed.
Further apart, there were more and more curses outside the town, and the infant spirits dressed in Wong Tai Sin's fur seemed to turn Zhemeng Town into a dead place.
Comparing the two, the differences between the inside and outside of the spiritual view are so great that it is unbelievable. "It must be fake, it must be fake here!" Gao Ming repeatedly reminded himself and completely entered the Lingguan with Fu Shu on his back.
The wooden door behind him was not closed. After Gao Ming entered the Spirit Temple, he could still clearly see outside and the retreat was not cut off, but he resisted from the bottom of his heart.
After ordinary spiritual temple tricks people into it, they will close the doors and windows and use any means to digest the living. But these nine levels of spiritual view are completely different. It seems to be disdainful to do such things, staying freely, and the door is always open.
"It is very confident and feels that the townspeople will not leave after they come in." Fu Shu coughed a few times, and he deliberately broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere with a hoarse voice.
"The door is open, and the talents in the Spiritual Temple can better compare the difference between the inner and outer worlds. In the face of danger, exchanging safety with freedom is a very normal choice. Those who build the Spiritual Temple will not even have these most basic common sense." Bai Huang also felt much more peaceful after entering the Spiritual Temple. She was always worried about the safety of her children and wanted to find them back at all times, but in the Spiritual Temple, her tense nerves were relaxed for a long time.
Holding the hands of the two water ghost children, Bai Huang seemed to have become younger, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually stretched out. "I remember the butcher and Mr. Tang entered the same door. They didn't even take action in the Lingguan?" Gao Ming couldn't figure it out. With the butcher's hot temper, there would definitely be blood near the North Gate.
Gao Ming casually grabbed a passing monk. The other party was wearing ragged clothes. It seemed that he was the resident who had just entered the Lingguan Temple, but the man's expression was extremely pious. He seemed to have been practicing Taoism for decades, with the rays of light reflected and his mood was clear.
"Donor, what's the matter?"
"Super you**, you came in a few minutes earlier than us. What are you pretending?" Fu Shu seemed to intend to destroy the atmosphere in Lingguan, and his words were rude: "Where is the butcher who ran into Lingguan before?"
"Zhu Ren has a great understanding and has put down his butcher's knife and is about to become an immortal." The town citizen made a seal that was not standard with both hands, chanting the scriptures in his mouth, and looking forward to his longing, but the next moment he couldn't speak.
Gao Ming pressed the pig-killing knife on his neck, and the blade cut through his skin. The evil spirit and strong bloody smell were like a starving ghost, desperately burying into his wound. "Tell me where did Zhu Ren and Mr. Tang go?"
"Second floor, up to the second floor!"
Under the threat of death, the town citizen seemed to have broken some restraint, his eyes became clear, and his face became fear again. But in just a few seconds, his expression began to be confused again, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You killed me here and committed a murder. It did not help you practice, but instead helped me and brought me one step closer to the Immortal Palace."
He seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and did not answer Gao Ming's question, and said to himself: "Come on, take a knife, I guess you are here to help me kill three corpses. It's better not to do this body!"
"Crazy." He kicked the town people down, and Gao Ming looked at the statue of the god on the wall. The other party was really more and more like Zhang Mingli. "Don't leave! Help me! Help me!" The townsmen were reluctant to give in, as if they really thought that if Gao Ming killed him, he could ascend to the Immortal Palace and rolled around and hugged Gao Ming's legs.
"Get out!"
Gao Ming kicked harder this time, and the townsmen vomited a large mouthful of blood, and several broken ribs, but he was still crawling towards Gao Ming.
"Are you looking for death?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, and his heartbeat began to become a little irregular. This was a reminder of the flesh and blood ghosts that his current state was not right, and it seemed that he had been hit.
Take a deep breath and Gao Ming calmed down: "I have become more tyrannical? No, I should have started to become more casual and unwilling to be restrained."
Normal, he would never kill people casually, but at a certain moment just now, he suddenly felt that it was nothing to kill the annoyed township. It was like stepping on the ants on the roadside to death, and it would not have any impact on him.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading! "Let's go." Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and walked towards the nearby vegetarian room. The layout of each room was similar, including tea tables, bookcases, futons, and incense burners.
"Where is the person?"
Along the trail, cigarettes are swaying around, and the atmosphere gradually becomes solemn. Gao Ming saw the statue of the god on the wall slowly turning his body, as if he was stepping in the smoke and sitting on the altar next to the stairs.
The altar is full, with the townsmen in shabby mahjong, the paper man with new skin, and the heads of Wong Tai Sin with his head down. All kinds of people and ghosts seemed to have put down their hatred and sat obediently on their own cushion.
"Dear believers, the Heavenly Gate has been opened, and everyone can ascend to the immortal world. Don't be impatient and anxious, and don't worry too much about anything. The tower is divided into nine levels, but there is no height or inferiority in people. Everything outside cannot determine the final result. If you understand, you will realize it. If you don't understand it, you will not realize it." A voice similar to Zhang Mingli came from the mouth of the vague statue. "Immortal Master! How do we get enlightened? Many people have already reached the second level, and some evil ghosts with dirty blood on their hands have gone to the third level!" Under the altar, there were town people kowtowing to the statue of gods. They no longer want to be worried every night, and they also want to go to the Immortal Palace.
"Run fast, it doesn't necessarily mean finding the right path." The statue's fingers gently waved, and the auspicious cloud lifted the people up: "You don't have to worship me, the Tao follows nature, the true fruit of Tao is in your own body."
"In our body?"
"Don't be disturbed by distracting thoughts, calm down and observe your body, understand its needs, and follow the laws of nature. Cultivating the truth and cultivation means cultivation, and truth refers to our true nature. When the body and mind are united, you are in the immortal palace."
(This chapter ends)