On the eternal and incomparably empty huge platform, a huge ball of pure white light was still spreading a light without temperature. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

And in the center of that space, which was originally empty, two people facing each other appeared at this moment.

It's the shrine maiden and Liu Qing.

The posture maintained by the two of them at this moment was exactly the same as before they teleported to the main god space, and even the distance did not change. However, they have no intention of continuing this position. The two of them looked at each other one last time, and then each turned to take in the space.

It's a huge, very bright space. At the very edge of the space are a few towering white walls with no end in sight. The walls are the same color as the floor, making it almost impossible to tell the two apart. And on those walls, there were no more, no less, twenty doors. Obviously, there were twenty more rooms behind those walls.

It doesn't take anyone to remind the shrine maiden to understand that this is the main god space.

Turning her head and glancing at Liu Qing, who was standing in front of the big ball of light with her eyes closed and not knowing what she was doing, the witch's eyes flickered.

Looking at Liu Qing's actions, he must know something that the witch didn't know. However, the shrine maiden did not rush to ask him, but first chose a room and pushed the door in.

Contrary to the shrine maiden's imagination, what appeared behind the door was not a room in common sense, but a ...... A mountain.

Open the door and see the mountain.

The mountain path is connected to the doorway, and whenever the shrine maiden steps into the room, she will enter the path at the same time. Next to the path, there is a lush forest.

No matter how you look at it, this is a real mountain. The only thing that feels discordant is that there is no sound of animal activity in the mountain.

Not to mention the chirping, not even the tiny grinding of creatures in the woods. The only thing I could hear was the rustle of leaves in the wind.

But the absence of sound doesn't mean there have never been animals. At least the shrine maiden could clearly see the footprints of animals of all sizes, and even the half-built nests on the trees—a sight that was as if some mysterious force had removed all the animals in the mountain the moment the shrine maiden opened the door.

Such a strange situation made the witch stunned for a moment, and there was a slight hesitation in her heart. But when she really saw the whole picture of the mountain, the hesitation turned into an unconcealable surprise.

Because of this mountain, it looks familiar.

The shrine maiden was familiar with the mountain.

Ignoring the doubts in her heart, she stepped up the mountain path and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Her footsteps were very steady, unlike the witch's trembling heart at the moment.

As she walked, the shrine maiden looked around. She looked at it carefully, as if she wanted to imprint the whole mountain in her head. But there was not the slightest hint of vigilance in the shrine maiden's eyes, as if she had not considered the possibility of danger in this space at all.

Because she's so familiar with this place.

Every grass and tree, every flower and leaf, and even the breeze that stirs the clouds is so kind.

Really kind.

The originally calm heart lake has set off stormy waves, and on the contrary, the girl's footsteps have gradually accelerated.

The gaze of the mountain has been completely shifted to the eyes.

She had no intention of continuing to enjoy the sight around her.

She could already determine what the hell this was. It is also because of this that the act of looking around has lost its meaning.

The continuous sound of hurried footsteps is like a nervous drum beat, which also represents the mood of the owner.

The shrine maiden was really nervous at the moment.

Even if there was no final confirmation, she had already made a conclusion in her mind.

Because at the top of this mountain exists, there is her shrine.

That's right, this is her home.

The footsteps stopped, but not because they had reached the end.

Hometown timidity. The home that made the shrine maiden so nostalgic was in front of her, but she hesitated.

Is this really the home you want to return to?

The question she had been trying to avoid came back to her mind and made her hesitate again.

But what she knows better is that this is just a reason she has found for her own stop-she has come so far, isn't it clear whether the hometown of her dreams has reached the top? Why hesitate here?

But either way, it was hard for her to take another step.

If this is really your own home...... So, what kind of expression should you use to face it?

If you can still see those people, what should you say?

Countless chaotic thoughts kept pouring into the shrine maiden's mind, and it also made her eyes become cold and confused.

Hesitation, confusion, anticipation, hesitation, timidity...... All kinds of feelings are pieced together, so that the witch's mind can no longer return to its original calm.

At the moment when these emotions were about to climb to the peak, the tone was strange, as if the voice of a foreigner who had just learned Chinese suddenly sounded behind the witch, and also interrupted her mixed thoughts.

“hello！ This shrine maiden? What are you thinking? Do you need my help? ”

This voice is not very loud, but in the ears of the witch at this moment, it is nothing less than a thunderclap! This thunder blasted through the countless emotions that reverberated in her heart, and made her mind clear again!

The confusion in her eyes was no longer there. The originally slightly muddy expression also returned to its usual coldness. The shrine maiden turned and looked at the person who made the sound.

It was a very strange chubby young man. The weirdness isn't in his looks, it's in the way he dresses.

This person was dressed in a monk's robe but had not been shaved, and his long hair was tied in a Taoist bun on the top of his head, but he was not a Taoist. And on his chest, there hung a sparkling silver cross pendant! Each of these three things represents a religion, and each of them can give people a sense of solemnity and holiness. But when they come together, they leave behind a myriad of dissonances.

Even if Xinhu is as calm as a witch, when she sees this strange costume, she can't help but be stunned for a while, and for a while she even forgot to ask how the other party appeared.

Seeing that the witch did not answer herself, but stared at herself, the chubby young man seemed to understand what the problem was. He thought for a moment, folded his hands and said "Amitabha", and then repeated his question in a normal tone: "Why is this female benefactor standing here?" I don't know if the poor monk can help you. Amen. ”

If there is no last amen, it sounds like the tone of an enlightened monk.

But at this moment, the shrine maiden has also reacted from her sluggishness. She didn't answer the question of the person in front of her, but frowned slightly and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Amitabha. This is where the poor road belongs. The chubby young man didn't care about the witch's questioning tone, and said as if he had no heart: "Welcome to the main god space!" ”