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    The Taoist cast a glance and said: "There are also countless supernatural powers here, and only the key points are revealed. If it is not necessary, people who don't matter will naturally not make more observations. Then you are just the first picture.  It¡¯s all about being a teacher.¡±

    The little boy opened his eyes wide, and said depressedly: "Is even supernatural power so snobbish?"

    The Taoist said: "My disciple, don't feel that you are underestimated. The reason in this world is like this. If you are strong, someone will praise you and please you. If you are weak, it may be a good thing if no one cares about you.  I'm afraid I will step on you again, I wish you could never stand up again, so you need to be strong and strong, otherwise you can't blame others if you are knocked down."

    The little boy Nuonuo responded, and he said again: "The teacher said that people with different skills can see things differently. After the apprentice practices the skills, whether he sees people or things is not what he sees."

    The Taoist said: "This is natural. For example, when I look at mortals, there are leaks everywhere, and their bodies are like loose sand, which cannot be broken, and they will disperse when the wind blows. However, when I look at people who have entered the Tao, their bodies are solid and introverted, like mud. If you go one step further  , then it looks like glazed pottery jade, which can pass through water, fire and wind.

    This is also the reason why many cultivators do not regard people as human beings. However, no matter how high a cultivator's merit is, it is also obtained by mortal cultivation.  There are still people with the highest avenue in the world, and their achievements will be limited in the future, so they are not worthy of being my comrades.  "

    While speaking, the master and apprentice walked out of the passage and came to an empty hall.

    The little boy looked at it and said, "Teacher, it seems that there is nothing here."

    But the Taoist said: "Yes, there are a lot of them." He opened his eyes, and suddenly a ray of light shot out from his eyes, where there were thousands of vertical marks of light in all directions.

    He quickly noticed that there was a slight difference between one light trace and the rest, as if it had not completely calmed down after being gathered.

    He stared at it, and the trace of light was slowly torn apart, opening a fissure that was shaking and rumbling, and said in his mouth, "Teacher, you go in first."

    The little boy let out a cry, and walked towards the crack carefully, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he was not in those paintings, and he couldn't help becoming thirsty for a moment, and his heart was pounding.

    However, he walked over as instructed, and after he stepped through the gate, he found himself on a fertile plain, and he was relieved.

    The Taoist also crossed over at this time, and without his support, the door of the crack behind him also suddenly closed.

    The little boy glanced around, noticed the Golden Palace in the distance, pointed at it, and said excitedly: "Teacher, it's right there."

    The Taoist saw a golden palace, but he stood still and said, "Just seeing it doesn't mean you can reach it."

    The little boy said thoughtfully: "The teacher means, is this an illusion?"

    The Taoist said: "It's not an illusion, but the way to get there is not the usual way you know. This is a coincidence. You need to follow certain principles to pass. If you force your way, you will be squeezed out."  outside."

    The little boy asked curiously: "With the teacher's mana, can't it be broken?"

    The Taoist said: "If you don't have desires, you can be strong. If you have nothing, you can ask for it. You can use everything without any scruples. If you ask for something, you should give in. Is there any reason in the world like this, unless your power can overwhelm everything in the world?"  , that can truly be unrestricted."

    Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and said with a sneer, "But the little tricks in front of me are nothing." He made a little calculation, and knew the change. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's shoulder.  Disappeared in place.

    At the same time, Irukuga had brought the two of the Fushen Society to stand in front of the Golden Palace.

    Only then did the two of the Fushenhui see clearly that this was a trapezoidal platform as high as the sky, and on it was a grand palace supported by pier pillars. On the pier pillars were engraved poems of immortal gods, written in the words of the conquered gods.  on the cylinder.

    These words and pictures have been carefully arranged, and painted with gems of various colors and gorgeous flood paint, but the style is very uniform, so it is not messy, but it is both beautiful and gorgeous.

    The woman walked up with a little fascination, stroked the carved text on it, and praised: "The legend records that the Conqueror's Gate at the front of the Ipal Shrine should be the Corridor of Glory and the Hall of Giants."

    The two followed Irukuga in, and they saw a wide curtain hanging there, hanging from the top of the temple to the ground, each side depicting a series of vicious spiritual creatures.

    &nbs?Is this one more useful?

    Irukuga seemed to see what was in his heart, and he showed a soft smile on his face, and said: "It is true, you should have been more useful, but my divinity tells me that time is running out, so I have to do the dedication first."  gone."

    He turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, and the two of them found that they walked to the altar uncontrollably.

    They watched in despair as they picked up the sacrificial knife on the pottery plate, cut it open on their chest, and then gently took out the beating heart and placed it on the pottery plate.  Their expressions are pious and sacred at the moment, their white robes are fluttering, the little blood looks like bright red petals, and there are even more beautiful singing sounds around them, making this process not only not bloody and cruel, but a gorgeous and holy ceremony  feel.

    Ikuruga stared intently at the top, and as the two hearts gradually emitted light, complex golden lines appeared on the two square stones

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