After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 585 Returning

  Before the military meeting in the Gange Hall, the magicians guarding the door must hold up the long-handled mirror to conduct a security check for everyone participating in the meeting.

   There is a big eyeball embedded in the mirror, which can glance at people randomly and call the police. He Lingchuan saw that it detected a person with wiretapping supernatural powers, which can be said to be very effective.

  Later, he fought alongside the Red General, and when he heard her tell about the origin of this eyeball, it turned out that it was gouged out from a big monster named "Mulian".

  This big monster has dozens of eyes all over his body, each of which has magical functions. The most basic magical power is the "eye of truth", which can not only see through magical powers, but also see through people's hearts. But it later betrayed the world and turned to the gods, causing huge losses to the immortals.

   It is known that the big demon "Mulian" was later beheaded by Da Huanzong, and the iconic eyeballs were taken to make many magic weapons, which still remain today.

  At that time, He Lingchuan was curious: "Mulian can see through supernatural powers and people's hearts, so how could he still be defeated?"

"The so-called 'Eye of Reality' is nothing more than a kind of supernatural power. How can there be an indestructible supernatural power in the world?" The Red General told him, "I don't know the details, but I'm sure that Da Huanzong finally found a way to deceive it. "

  It seems that God Miaozhan also has an eyeball in his hand, and it is embedded in his magic weapon.

  Reminiscent of the fact that "Mulian" once defected to the enemy, it seems not surprising that the gods have its eyeballs in their hands.

  This statue can be said to be very realistic.

  Old Ge just lit a few incense sticks, and heard the voice: "Is it important to look? A **** is a god, maybe a **** has countless dharma appearances."

  He Lingchuan smiled knowingly.

  He has seen the remains of the gods in the palace city of Xixiang, and the deity of the gods is not like this at all. It can barely be said to be humanoid, but some are not humanoid at all.

  So Lao Ge was wrong. The appearance of the gods in the human world, that is, the image of the gods, is very important.

  Turning into a human form is easier to be accepted by civilians.

   Gao Jilin saw his smile, and immediately asked, "Brother He, what are you laughing at?"

   "Nothing." This person seems to care about his words and deeds? He Lingchuan responded vaguely.

  At this time, Lao Ge said again: "Didn't you find that the incense of the Miaozhan God is particularly strong?"

  It was only after he reminded that He Lingchuan noticed that the incense burner in front of the statue of Miao Zhantian was the largest and had the most incense. The devout men and women who passed by could not worship other gods, but they would definitely send a stick of incense to Miao Zhantian.

   I really don’t dare to miss it when I pass by.

  Gao Jilin made a qualified fanfare: "What's the point?"

"Miaozhan God has the ability to distinguish the true from the false, and to judge right from wrong, and occasionally shows miracles, and never makes mistakes." Lao Ge burned incense on it, "every such deeds will be spread, and people will talk about it. .”

   "A miracle?" He Lingchuan was curious, "Is it here?"

   "Yes, it's here." Lao Ge didn't dare to stretch out his hand to point, he only pouted, "Use this magic weapon!"

   Magic weapon?

   Refers to the scales in the hands of Miaozhan God Statue?

   Isn’t this the bump of a golden eagle? Could it be a magic weapon?

  He Lingchuan didn't notice any mana fluctuations in it.

   If there is a treasure that dares to put it in the Hall of Admiration, is it afraid that some Xiaoxiao will **** it away?

   That's all, it's none of his business.

  He Lingchuan shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and carefully looked at the murals on the wall.

  There are brick carvings or murals on every wall in the main hall, the content is the deeds of gods, either fighting with various opponents who look like humans but not humans, ghosts and not ghosts, or perform miracles to moisten the water and soil in all directions, and beautify the common people in the world.

   Just looking at the painters and engravers, they can be regarded as palace-level, and they are treasures of art.

  He Lingchuan looked at the murals one by one, wanting to see if there is a portrait of Mi Tian here.

   Well, as expected, I didn't see it.

   But he accidentally saw a statue of a god—

  Tong Ming Zhenjun.

  The statue is neither big nor small, as tall as a real person, and placed on the left wing of the hall.

  The **** statue has a clear and handsome appearance, wearing a high crown and fluttering sleeves, looking like an ancient fairy.

  When He Lingchuan saw it, his mood was very delicate.

   Leaving aside its entanglement with the He family, Tongming Zhenjun probably doesn’t look like this. Why does the human form it concretize resembles an immortal?

  The entire Hall of Adoration is resplendent and resplendent, but after the initial shock, He Lingchuan felt a little dazzling after staying for a long time. Because the smoke is lingering here, the smoked eyes are badly smoked.

  He heard Gao Jilin cough twice, and asked Lao Ge: "When can I go out?"

  But many tourists lingered, and some even grabbed a lot of incense and dipped each statue in the rain and dew.

   "Don't you worship for a while?" Old Ge said to everyone, "Look at them coming here from thousands of miles, don't they just ask for divination and burn incense?"

  Gao Jilin smiled and said: "We don't pay God there."

"Oh, you don't know, do you? People from places like yours worship gods fiercely." Lao Ge sneered, "The stricter the ban in the country, the happier you worship here. Look at this The temple is full of people, six out of ten are from places that do not pay God."

  Thinking about it, Gao Jilin had nothing to say, and sighed.

   "They still have to worship for a long time." Lao Ge asked He Lingchuan, "Aren't you looking for Guihua Tower? I'll take you there when I'm free!"

  He Lingchuan responded immediately.

  Old Ge also called a mandrill to be his guard, and one person and two monkeys walked outside the hall.

   There is a small road on the side of Tianshu Peak, which can go directly to Guihua Tower.

  But after He Lingchuan walked out of the Chongyang Hall, he found that Gao Jilin was actually following behind him:

   "Why did Brother Gao come out, where is Brother Jiang?"

   "He's still praying incessantly inside." Gao Jilin pressed his forehead, "I've been there for a long time, and the smoke gave me a headache. Can I go with you?"

  Go to the naturalization tower? He Lingchuan has nothing to do with it. It was originally a public attraction, and Xushan did not refuse tourists to go there.

  This path is slippery, in disrepair for a long time, and the road is still covered with thin ice, so it is very difficult to walk.

   Fortunately, the monkey didn't mind, He Lingchuan didn't make things difficult, and Gao Jilin seemed to have some cultivation, so he walked no slower than them.

  He is a curious baby: "What is this naturalization tower, it sounds old,"

If you don’t take a good trail, Lao Ge likes to jump on the rocks on the edge of the cliff and climb: "Thanks to me, you are the one who asked, so others may not know about this Guihua Tower. It is a memorial tower under the sect of Dahuan. When a wanderer dies in a foreign land and cannot return his body and soul, he may ask his relatives and friends to send tokens and relics to Guihua Pagoda to comfort the dead soul."

  Gao Jilin's next sentence made He Lingchuan look sideways:

   "Why is it still there?"

Although Lingxu City is open to the public, most of the buildings in the Great Return were destroyed by the war six hundred years ago, and the subsequent reconstructions also selectively restore part of the landscape. Most of the ruins are either dilapidated or only broken tiles and ruins remain. , accompanied by the desolate wild grass.

  But the Naturalization Tower was not rebuilt, so why wasn’t it flattened by the Northern Demon Kingdom?

  Old Ge shrugged: "I don't know. This thing is not conspicuous, probably there is no need to flatten it?"

  The Guihua Tower was built on a low hill two hundred feet away, blocked by several peaks. If it wasn't for Lao Ge leading the way, He Lingchuan would never have been able to find this place.

  There are still some remnants of buildings on this low hill. The base seems to be quite large, but now there are only a few remnant walls left, and the bricks and stones scattered among the grass are corroded to a bad shape.

   On the contrary, it is the naturalization tower sitting on the stone platform, which looks intact.

This is a nine-story stone pagoda, short and fat, and the carvings are so simple that it is almost crude. Not to mention compared with the Tiangong building, even the pagoda on the ground is far inferior. Post grinding. And the height is only nine feet, He Lingchuan stood on tiptoe and stretched out his hand, maybe he could reach the top of the tower.

  At this time, look at the base again, it is integrated with the stone platform—

  It turns out that it was carved out of the naturally protruding rock here.

  There are no carvings on the body of the tower, neither figures nor portraits, but it is full of small holes, and the wind blows in and out, with a strange humming sound.

   With such a slovenly appearance, it’s no wonder that the Northern Demon Country didn’t have the motivation to flatten it.

  At first glance, it looks like a sacrificial tower built outside a deserted village.

  It has only one hole directly in front of it, which is probably the entrance to the second floor of the stone tower.

  Gao Jilin looked at the Guihua Pagoda, and asked He Lingchuan: "Why is Brother He here?"

   "Entrusted by someone, to send his relics into the tower." He Lingchuan took out the turtle amulet from the storage ring, and sent it into the Guihua tower through this hole.

   "Entrusted by others?" Gao Jilin was moved, "Could it be a Shangxian?"

  Looking at the age of the tower, who would return it for no reason?

   "Perhaps. I entered a cave, and the owner there left a suicide note, and asked me to send it back here." There is nothing to hide, and immortal ruins are often found in the world.

   "Brother He is really a trustworthy person, and he sent him back from a long distance."

   "It's just a drop in, I wanted to see Lingxu City." He Lingchuan said this, his eyes fixed.

  He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly something slipped out of the Naturalization Tower:

   Turtle symbol.

  How did it fall out?

  He put the turtle charm back into the tower.

   Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, the turtle charm slid out again.

  He looked to the side, did the tower have an angle of inclination?

  Old Ge laughed: "Isn't it right?"

  He Lingchuan scratched the back of his neck, feeling troubled: "The suicide note only said to let me send it back, but didn't say how to send it back. Are there any rules?"

  The last sentence is to ask Lao Ge.

  It also looked blank, and the question was obviously beyond the outline: "I don't know, I will ask you after I go down the mountain to see how others sent it back."

  The mandrill behind him said in a low voice, "Maybe the tower refused to accept it."

  Gao Jilin couldn't help but said: "Perhaps the owner of this tortoise talisman is not very popular with the emperor, and he doesn't want it to be naturalized into the pagoda?"

  It seems, it seems, maybe there is some gap between Dongli Zhenren and Da Huanzong, otherwise how could he end up sitting alone in the wild?

  He Lingchuan patted the Naturalization Tower.

   If you don’t accept it, you won’t accept it. The weeds on this side are taller than the spire. How arrogant is it?

   "That's all." He put the turtle charm into his arms, "Don't pull it down."

  The things have already been brought, but the Guihua Tower doesn’t accept them, so the real Dongli can’t blame him, can he?

  Alas, poor real Dongli. Everyone said that the fallen leaves return to their roots, but his own sect still rejected him.

  PS: There have been people asking in the background, Jiufang will explain here. This article roughly assumes that one tael of silver = 1,000 coins, and the purchasing power is equivalent to 1,000 RMB, so it is purple.

  (end of this chapter)