The attendant who led the way walked silently in front, and Fang Di followed behind, and what he saw along the way made him full of new and interesting feelings.

The two of them went one after the other, turning seven corridors one after another, crossing four side halls, before they came to a large temple.

It was the summer in Egypt, there were no doors and no windows in the temple, and the four walls were hung with soft and grounded white curtains, which were as thin as gauze, dancing with the wind, full of ethereal and quiet atmosphere.

Fang Di's ears were extraordinary, and he could hear the sound of conversation coming from the hall from a distance.

Among them were not only the voices of the two priests, but also the other, a little old, with extraordinary wisdom and firmness in the slow pace of his speech, and one could imagine that the speaker should be knowledgeable, unusually confident, and resourceful and decisive just by hearing the voice.

Fang Di was amazed.

It was the first time that he had encountered a voice that could convey his personality so clearly without having to meet him, and that he could convey his personality so clearly just by hearing a voice, which showed the extraordinariness of the person who was talking to the two priests in the temple.

Just when the attendant who led Fang Di came to the outside of the hall silently, and at the same moment when he stopped, a strange voice came from the hall, and said lightly: "Come in directly." ”

Fang Di's heart was full of awe, and he needed to know that with his ears and eyes, in the process of approaching, he could only faintly hear the words coming from the hall, and the specific content was completely inaudible, but the people in the hall could accurately identify the footsteps of the attendants who were approaching the main hall, and spoke at the moment when they stopped.

This is the only point, when the people in the hall know what kind of journey they have reached.

Fang Di cheered up, knowing that the next conversation in the hall needed to be dealt with with all his attention, and if he missed a little, he might face unpredictable consequences.

The attendants who came with Fang Di respectfully retreated, leaving only Fang Di alone, and calmly walked into the majestic hall.

The time was close to noon, but the light in the hall was slightly dark, and there were several double-hugging pillars scattered all over the place, full of a sense of oppression.

In a corner of the hall, there is a square and clumsy wooden table, and there are several people standing at the table, of different ages, but each of them is magnificent, not ordinary. Only three people are qualified to sit at the table and speak.

Of the three people seated, two of them were naturally the upper and lower priests that Fang Di knew.

The other man was thin, dignified, and calm, and looked to be in his fifties and sixties, with black hair that was not half white, meticulously combed, dressed in a well-cut white linen robe, and holding a short golden staff.

His nose bone is high and slightly curved, which appropriately highlights his gloomy personality, with a high and broad forehead, raised eyebrows and shrewd, intelligent and steady eyes.

Such an extraordinary character, even if there are no people around him to set off his momentum, Fang Di also knows that he must be the high priest of the sacrificial courtyard, the person who is closest to gods and demons in the world in the legend.

While Fang Di was paying attention to the high priest, he was also being watched by the high priest and the others in the temple.

When the High Priest's gaze turned to him, Fang Di Shi clearly felt how compelling his eyes were, not only did his eyes look like substance, but also had the power to explore the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

Under the gaze of the high priest, it is natural that people dare not tell even the slightest lie.

This is a person with great spiritual strength.

Just when Fang Di came to the place next to the stone table and stopped his steps, in the silent hall, the high priest sitting on the throne said slowly in his unique voice:

"You have good courage, and few people can be calm under my gaze, which shows that you are open-minded, so that you can be fearless. ”

Without waiting for Fang Di to respond, the high priest said again:

"The two priests told me that you will be with you when you enter the Forbidden Demon Necromantic Temple this time. Tell me about any anomalies you found during the process?"

Fang Di had already prepared for the possibility of being questioned before he came, but he didn't expect the high priest to be so direct and ask about the scene of the underworld seen in the Necronomicon Temple.

Fang Di's face was as calm as before, and he said without hesitation: "Before entering the Hall of the Necromando, I never thought that there would be such a strange thing in the world to visit the underworld, so when I first saw it, I was surprised and shocked in my heart, except that my mind was blank, and I didn't think about anything else. ”

The high priest sighed lightly, and asked again, "You are an outsider, so where are you from?"

The high priest's way of talking was so fanciful that the two questions had nothing to do with each other, and if you wanted to follow his first question and prepare yourself mentally for the next question he might ask, you would be caught off guard at the moment.

Fang Difen didn't dare to take it lightly, but fortunately, he had already thought about this question, and quickly replied:

"The Little People are an ancient tribe from the far east of the earth. One day, I went deep into a high mountain, found a hidden mountain stream, there was a strange light flowing stone carving pattern, curious to walk into it, for some reason after a flash of light, I felt that the whole body was burned by flames, the pain was unbearable fainting, and I woke up and found that I was here. ”

Fang Di's words are half-true, the most important thing is that this era itself is already superstitious, and everyone believes that gods and demons really exist.

Therefore, Fang Di's words that have many difficult points are just catered to the hearts of people in this era.

Sure enough, when Fang Di's words fell, the faces of the people around him were slightly relaxed, obviously agreeing with the possibility of what Fang Di said, only the high priest was expressionless, but his eyes were sharper, staring at Fang Di fiercely.

The next moment, an unusually amazing scene appeared.

The high priest was still sitting upright, but around his body, a layer of faint black qi suddenly gushed out, and it even set off a dragon's roar like a tiger's roar, like a thunderous rumble, which shook Fang Di's ears deaf and his soul unstable.

In an instant, Fang Di actually showed signs of conscious vertigo, as if he was about to be lost in the boundless darkness and lose himself. He was shocked, who would have thought that the high priest would have such a strange power, able to forcibly interfere with the consciousness of others, it was extremely terrifying.

The surrounding qiē quickly became blurry in front of Fang Di's eyes, and no matter how he struggled, he still felt like a mosquito and fly trapped in a spider's web, unable to break free.

At the dangerous moment when Fang Di's consciousness was about to be completely lost, the mysterious power in his body sensed that a crisis was approaching, and it came out of nowhere, and naturally flowed.

In the short time when his eyes were less than a blink, a blazing divine light burst out from his body, like the birth of the rising sun, and finally succeeded in getting rid of the spiritual control of the high priest, and Fang Di's mind immediately returned to clarity.

"Ahh

A trace of surprise flashed on the faces of everyone in the hall, even the upper and lower priests.

It is important to know that the high priest was an almost mythical figure in Egypt. He looked to be only in his fifties, but in fact he was eighty years old, and his strength was unfathomable.

In the hearts of the Egyptians, he was a living god, the embodiment of the gods in the world, omnipotent, and powerful.

It was precisely because of the above reasons that at this time, seeing Fang Di, who was not familiar with cultivation, was able to break free from the spiritual suppression of the high priest, the surprise in the hearts of the spectators was simply indescribable, like a stormy wave, and it was overturned.

Only the high priest was still as calm as a mountain, but in the depths of his dark pupils, there was also a trace of strange color flashing, but it was well concealed, and no one noticed the vibration in his heart.

The next moment, a gentle smile appeared on the face of the high priest, who had not been smiling for many years, and said:

"You really have the purest power bestowed by the sun god in your body, and a moment ago, with the help of the power of the gods, I saw through the vanity of the river of time, and learned that you were a wise man with profound cultivation in Egypt in a previous life, so this life will come across thousands of mountains and rivers and return to the embrace of the sun god. ”

His face turned to a kind look, and he said:

"Child, welcome back. From today onwards, you will become one of the more than 100 true priests in my sacrificial courtyard, and you will be given the right to read the Book of the Dead of the Dead, and if you have any problems in your practice, you can directly inquire about me, the Holy Priest, or the two Upper and Lower Priests. May you succeed the next day and be favored by the true God. ”

He looked at a heroic and vigorous young man behind him, and said, "Saning, you take my hand and immediately take Fang Di to the Jing Pavilion Hall to begin to comprehend the Book of the Dead for the first time." ”

For some reason, Fang Di always felt that what the high priest said with a peaceful expression was not all sincere, but had other intentions, which was quite frightening and unknown.

He did not show any doubt on his face, but made a gesture of gratitude, thanked the high priest and the upper and lower priests successively, and then respectfully withdrew from the main hall under the different looks of the people around him.

At the command of the high priest, the young man known as Sanin accompanied him all the way and took him straight to the Book of the Dead. It is an Egyptian sacrificial temple, a mystical practice inherited from ancient times.

It is said to be a book, but in fact, the Book of the Dead of the Dead is composed of a total of four ancient stone tablets, which are inlaid on a huge wall behind the main hall of sacrifice.

Each monument is engraved with ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs and symbols.

The best thing is that some of the words on the stele are emitting a faint strange light, which has a kind of dazzling magic.