My heart moved, and I remembered that Old Man Zhang said that he had seen immortals flying down from the nearby mountain and giving scriptures to nearby villagers.

At that time, we all scoffed at this, and we would rather believe that there are ghosts in this world than that there will be any gods.

But what happened in front of my eyes made me shake a little.

The white-robed man floated down from the top of the mountain, and with the aura behind his head, it was like an immortal descending to earth.

And it seems that the target of his landing is the bluestone platform.

As the immortal approached, the hoarse voices of those around me grew stronger. They also began to bow to the white-robed immortal incessantly.

They all knocked their heads on the ground and banged.

I look at it with a terrified heart, is their head stone? Doesn't it hurt anyway?

In order to hide myself, I had to learn how they would kowtow to the ground, but my head was made of flesh, and I didn't dare to grab the ground with my head.

From time to time, I peeked at the white-robed man.

At this moment he floated down from the top of the mountain and stood on the bluestone platform.

The night wind blew his white robe open, and I noticed that his face was ruddy, and he had three long strands of hair under his chin, and he was really immortal, like an immortal.

When the immortal arrived on the bluestone platform, the black-clothed people next to him also knelt on the ground and bowed three times.

The immortal raised his hand, and everyone present stopped bowing and stared at him reverently.

I quickly restrained my movements, and learned them to look at the immortal.

At this point, I didn't have much fear in my heart, it was all curiosity.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I couldn't explain what I was seeing. The distant mountain was a long way away, and it was in mid-air. How could this man have not grown wings, so how could he have floated down from the top of the mountain?

But if he wasn't an immortal, how could he let such a large group of people bow down to him, be so devout to him, and even feel hungry and thirsty. It seems that without this immortal, it would be difficult for them to survive.

I looked at the so-called white-robed immortal, standing alone on the bluestone platform, full of momentum. His gestures are influencing the reactions of the people below.

As soon as he raised his hand, everyone stopped bowing.

And the immortal, like a king inspecting, looked around the crowd.

I quickly lowered my head, lest he see the flaw. In fact, I estimated that our side is still dozens of meters away from the bluestone platform, and there are as many as two or three hundred people kneeling down here, and the chance of me being found is very small if I hide inside.

The man looked around, but didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

I secretly looked up again, and saw the white-robed immortal nodding at a black-clothed man next to me.

The man in black respectfully brought up a tray, and he didn't know what was on it.

The white-robed immortal picked up something from the tray and suddenly threw it into the air with all his might.

I didn't dare to look up again, lest I move too much. But I could feel the thing being thrown into the air by the immortal

, it should have been thrown above us.

Sure enough, soon I heard a thud and the thing burst in mid-air above our heads.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The crowd around me went crazy again. Suddenly, they got up from the ground and slammed around.

Good guy, I didn't react, I almost didn't get trampled to death by these guys.

I scrambled to get up from the ground.

I looked up into the air, and at that moment, the immortal threw something in this direction again. It was like a ball that exploded with a thud when it was thrown a dozen meters above our heads.

As the thing burst open, a thick puff of white smoke suddenly dispersed in all directions.

It was this white smoke that made these people around me crazy, waving their hands and trying to inhale the smoke.

The smoke slowly drifted down from the air, and the people sucked it into their mouths.

I was dumbfounded, and subconsciously closed my mouth and nose, I didn't smell any peculiar smell of this smoke, and I didn't know what it was that could make this group of people so crazy.

The immortal threw a total of three balls in this direction, and the smoke emitted by them was all sucked into the stomach by these people.

When I inhaled the smoke, I noticed that the expressions of these people had improved significantly, and they had been a little sluggish at first, but now they seemed to be in good spirits.

The "Knock ......" bell rang again.

The group of people spontaneously began to line up again, and the original chaos and no regularity were automatically arranged into two columns.

I couldn't find a way out of the way because they pushed me around, but I naturally got into one of the queues.

Coincidentally, I found that the one standing in front of me was the same strong man I had tried to test by blocking his vision with my hand.

At this time, he had a satisfied expression, his expression was much calmer, and he didn't look so hateful.

Coming here, amazing things happen one after another, and I wonder a little about what will happen next.

I was in the middle of the queue, and I couldn't help but suppress my curiosity and couldn't help but look around.

Suddenly I heard a sound, a faint mosquito, but it was clearly reaching my ears.

"If you want to live, don't look around."

I was excited, and hurriedly turned my head around, not daring to look around anymore.

Maybe I haven't been able to feel how dangerous the environment I am in has been, and it has made me feel very relaxed. I understand that such a relaxed mentality often catches the danger even more unexpectedly.

"If you want to live, don't look around......" I kept recalling these six words in my head, probably because he was also deliberately suppressing his voice, which was difficult to discern. At least as far as I can remember, I don't seem to know the owner of the voice.

Could this be the same person who just kicked me down and made me kneel?

In addition, I am also uncertain where the voice is coming from.

At this time, I noticed that both queues began to move forward. The procession walked towards the altar, but after the reminder of the voice, I didn't dare to look around. only

Like the rest of the group, keep your head down and look at the road under your feet.

Soon, the team marched to the vicinity of the bluestone platform.

Two columns of processions went around the two sides of the bluestone platform. I'm not sure if the so-called immortal is still on the bluestone platform. It's just that when I passed by the bluestone platform, I seemed to smell a strange smell.

(End of chapter)

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