"Oh no, how much does this cost me?"

Jiang Kai had a Sima face and exclaimed angrily.

It was originally a verification verification harvest, but who knew that it would be involved in such a big trouble.

"Forget it, it's all here." Jiang Kai shook his head, put his superfluous thoughts behind, and observed the environment in front of him.

It is a huge palace with carved stone pillars supporting the dome covered with reliefs depicting myths and legends.

The quaint, solemn, and sacred aura fills the entire space, and the majestic and majestic momentum comes to the face.

In the four corners of the palace, there are four bronze statues that are as tall as giants and whose faces are difficult to see.

To the west is the Buddha sitting in meditation under the Bodhi tree.

To the east is the Dao Ancestor who reclines on top of the green ox.

To the north is a martial saint who sleeps and fishes on the riverside.

To the south is the Wensheng who is holding a scroll and scolding Fang Xuan.

The majesty of the god was carried through, making Jiang Kai, who was standing in the middle of the main hall, have the urge to bow his head and worship.

"The four gods...," Jiang Kai muttered suddenly.

Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a millet in the sea.

This is Jiang Kai's most intuitive feeling in the face of the four bronze statues, and he feels that he is extremely small at this moment.

I still remember that I said that the temple of the four gods was built by a half-immortal, and just a bronze statue created by a half-immortal imitating the real true god without charm has such a strong sense of oppression, if it is a real true god...

Jiang Kai couldn't help but gasp.

And in the center of the four shrines, there is a white jade flower carved altar.

It seemed to exude a magical power, urging Jiang Kai to stand up quickly.

This made Jiang Kai a little strange, but he hesitated for a moment and walked straight up.

But as soon as he stood on the altar, Jiang Kai's heart inexplicably appeared an irritable mood.

It comes from suppressed dissatisfaction and restlessness.

It was as if he had suffered a huge injustice, and his heart was full of grief and resentment, which made Jiang Kai feel extremely uncomfortable.

"What's going on... How suddenly..."

In the face of the unknown, Jiang Kai is no matter how casual he is, he can't help but feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, a grand voice came straight into Jiang Kai's heart.

"Is it permissible to be detached for the sake of true liberation in life, to preach for the poor man who has gone through all the hardships that have fallen and fallen in the sea of suffering?"

Jiang Kai, who is familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, almost instantly thought of the legend of the Buddha Shakyamuni, when even if he thought about sending the question and nodding yes, but for some reason, the words came to his mouth, but he never said it.

No matter how hard I tried, I exerted all my strength, until the green muscles burst out, and there was still no sound at all.

It wasn't until Jiang Kai felt that people were about to be stupid, but an impulse prompted him to say what was in his heart.

"Detached for the sake of the present, preach for yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Kai subconsciously covered his mouth, his face full of disbelief.

Can I only tell the truth?

He turned his head sharply to look at the statue of the Buddha to the west, his eyes full of horror.

It's broken, it's broken, it's not going to be sent, right?

But what he expected was that after listening to Jiang Kai's answer, the voice never sounded again.

After a while, a slightly vicissitudes of voice came again.

"Is it okay to cultivate one's own body to transcend oneself and seek truth to preach?"

The Taoist ancestor who wrote the Tao Te Ching!

Jiang Kai covered his mouth and didn't dare to make another sound, but no matter how he waited, there was no next sound.

In other words, unless Jiang Kai gives the answer he really thinks, he will have to stay here for the rest of his life.

Jiang Kai, who understood this, swallowed his saliva and said the most ruthless words in the most cowardly tone.

"Benefiting oneself in order to transcend oneself, and defining the truth in order to preach."

Broken, broken, broken!

Jiang Kai felt that he was about to cry, this completely contrary concept, didn't he offend both the Buddha and the Dao Ancestor?

But he was like an Italian who was forced to watch the process of making pineapple pizza, and although it was painful, he had to watch it.

"Is it okay to give gifts to oneself in order to be detached, and to be benevolent to others to preach?"

Hearing the words from Confucius, Jiang Kai felt that he was mostly gone.

It's not the same!

"Giving propriety and detachment from others, benevolence and self-preaching..."

This is followed by the core idea of the martial saint Jiang Ziya:

"Fix the country to be detached, and Anbang to attain the Tao, is it okay?"

Jiang Kaigang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he still had a good grasp of the main theme, and no matter what, he finally got it right.

But when he opened his mouth, there was no sound, and then he suddenly thought of something, and his expression was again mournful, and his words were full of difficulty, and he trembled:

"Uh... So what... But it's not right now, it's good now..."

The disappearance of the martial saint's voice also means that the torture of Jiang Qi's heart has ended.

Jiang stood in a daze for a long time, and nothing unusual happened.

I don't know what he thinks, maybe he lost his mind, or maybe he just subconsciously wanted to die.

"That's it? Didn't you say there were benefits? Where? ”

At the moment when he just blurted out these words, the white jade flower carving altar sank down suddenly.

Jiang Kai, who was caught off guard and lost his balance, fell to the ground, hugged the armrest of the altar with his hand, and looked around nervously.

"What's going on?"

Directly above the altar, four pillars of light of different colors from the bronze statue that he couldn't see were hovering above his head, firmly locking on Jiang Kai, wanting to bombard him on the altar.

The sinking of the altar comes from their impact!

However, they have never been able to make any progress.

Because an evil god phantom firmly protected Jiang Kai, just the gentle stirring of the tentacles confused the direction of the four pillars of light, making them spin non-stop.

The idol had a spirit, and when it saw that the attack was blocked, it immediately increased its strength.

The four pillars of light suddenly became more powerful.

But even if the idol tried its best, it still couldn't shake the evil god in the slightest.

On the contrary, the phantom of the evil god went from being quiet at first, to restless, and finally to raging.

It's like a god standing on the highest place who has been provoked by the mundane.

The evil god opened its mouth.

A black mist of light filled with death and confusion erupted, drowning the four pillars of light, corroding and melting them before finally swallowing them into their stomachs.

The obscure luster of the four gods suddenly dimmed a lot, and the inexplicable coercion gradually disappeared.

They retreated!

They are helpless in the face of the Evil God Phantom.

Jiang Kai, who was unaware of all this, only felt the altar under his buttocks vibrate, and he was a little disgusted while swallowing the fishy sweetness that had reached his throat, and he did not forget to complain.

"Damn, this won't be my punishment, will it? Although, however, this altar is so improper! What the hell is this..."

Is this a temple or some kind of jumping scene?

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Kai alertly swallowed the second half of the sentence back into his stomach along with stomach acid.

Just answering those questions can punish yourself like this, if you say this, you can't imagine what you will do!

When the altar finally stopped shaking, Jiang Kai stood up.

It was at this moment that the Evil God Phantom also quietly returned to Jiang Kai's body again.

Jiang Kaihu's body was shocked, and he inexplicably felt that his strength had condensed a lot.

Although the realm has not changed, Jiang Kai feels that the veins of the flow of power in his body are clearer and thicker.

To use an analogy, although the performance of the equipment has not changed, the energy source has changed from lithium batteries to miniature reactors.

Jiang Kai, who sensed this, didn't know whether it was confidence or delusion, and felt that if he was himself now, maybe he wouldn't need requiem, and it would be enough to crush those ghosts in the western-style building.

"I'm Yare!" Jiang Kai was pleasantly surprised: "You can be rewarded for answering the wrong questions emotionally?" ”

He lowered his head and stroked the handrail of the altar, and suddenly realized: "I thought it was an altar, but it was a cement vibrating platform for a long time?" ”