Fake Ancient God

Walking in the leisurely courtyard.

They are more leisurely than the hurried passers-by in the past, as if they were really just two brothers and sisters, going out for a walk hand in hand.

When they were still some distance away from where the church was, some passers-by around them subconsciously glanced in the direction of the church.

The expressions on their faces were different, some were solemn, some were pious, and some were surprised.

Serious and devout, he is naturally a faithful believer of the goddess.

What's surprising are those people who are in a hurry. They are so busy today that they forget the time.

When the church hymn sounded, I suddenly realized that it had reached this point.

The singing is like water, as always, at this point in time, it flows on the street, not more than a minute, not less than a minute.

Everyone knows that Moonlight Church has its own method of confirming the time, which is often more accurate than the clock.

Every day I remind people in the surrounding streets that the time for the Moonlight Church has come, and the sun will soon set in the west, and the soft and clear light that belongs to the dark night will cast a hazy veil on the world.

The ethereal voice hovered melodiously.

……

lost soul

The song of the moonlight

Traces of entanglement in the past

……

Once again, Nie Yuan faced this kind of singing that made him throbbing.

This time was no exception. The urge to embrace something came to my heart again.

But this time, I don't know if it was because of preparations in advance, or because of the disorientation last time, which gave him a kind of resistance.

Although the throbbing in his heart was hard to shake, he wanted to indulge in it, but he was not controlled by the singing and kept his mind clear.

He quietly enjoyed the ethereal song, without stopping, all the way to the direction of home.

He looks similar to the passers-by around him. Occasionally, he hums a few sentences along with the rhythm of the chant, which is leisurely and natural.

This is not a disguise, but the ease and comfort of the soul. He should be more calm than any passerby at this moment, but when facing the chant, he couldn't get nervous at all.

It was an indescribable, yet extremely leisurely emotion.

It seems that he has been determined from the soul level that this kind of hymn, and the deep meaning behind the hymn, will not hurt him.

The song finished the foreshadowing part, and was about to enter the poignant and urgent part. Nie Yuan also passed by the door of the Moonlight Church at this time.

He instinctively turned his head to the side and looked at the source of the hymn. He could only see the door of the church, but he couldn't see the specific scene.

But through the glazed windows, you can vaguely see the outline of the exquisite sculpture enshrined at the highest point.

Just across the glazed window, he and the exquisite sculpture that could not be seen clearly seemed to be looking at each other across the ends of the earth.

With just a glance, Nie Yuan withdrew his gaze, because with the advance of his steps, his vision had been blocked by the outer wall of the church.

Realizing that he seemed to have "resistance" to the hymn's appeal this time, Nie Yuan felt that the harvest was almost there.

He was going to take Nancy back along the way. He chose a day when there was no moonlight and no hymn during the day to go deep into the church, to get in close contact with the divine aura of the church, and to explore the secrets of himself.

But just when his eyes missed the church and turned to look straight ahead, he realized that something was wrong before he took two steps.

The further he walked, the fewer pedestrians there were around him.

At the same time, the surrounding painting style is slowly changing.

It was clear that the sun had not yet set, and the sight line was still good, but as Nie Yuan kept walking, the distance from the Moonlight Church was getting farther and farther away, and the sunlight seemed to disappear, replaced by soft colors like moonlight.

Although the feeling is still clear, but invisibly, a hazy atmosphere is plated on the surroundings, and the vision begins to blur.

This haze became deeper and deeper, until the surrounding painting style had been completely reversed to a mist-like appearance, and it barely stopped.

Everyone knows that the moonlight is hazy and clear, but it is so hazy that it obscures people's vision, like when you go out in the morning when you encounter heavy fog, and there is a car in the depths of the fog, driving towards you with high beams, which is a bit too mysterious right?

Nie Yuan didn't feel any nervousness under this creepy yet gentle and gentle aura, instead he felt extremely kind invisibly.

But he still had reason, and he knew that there were too many strange things in this world that he couldn't understand or fight, so he turned his head and wanted to tell Nancy that if the situation was wrong, he had to lead himself to retreat quickly.

However, what happened next left Nie Yuan deeply at a loss.

Because before he could speak, he found that Nancy, who he was holding in his hand, suddenly turned into a mist and dispersed. At first, he could still see the outline of a human figure, but in the blink of an eye, it had spread, and the surrounding The hazy style blends together.

Nie Yuan raised his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't see a single figure anymore, only vaguely saw the afterimages of buildings that had been abstracted, like light and shadow, not far away, but seemed out of reach.

He seems to have been isolated from the world, alone in a different-dimensional space formed by hazy light.

This scene reminded Nie Yuan of the situation when his companions summoned the sealed projection of the ancient **** in Buck's Bookstore.

It also abstracted everything around, and even the temperature from the fire disappeared without a trace.

It seems that the behind-the-scenes driving force behind all that, just by their will, can make and change any rules in this abstract world.

They stipulate that the temperature of the flame is one thousand degrees, and the temperature at which the flame burns is one thousand degrees.

They stipulate that the temperature of the flame is minus ten degrees, and the temperature at which the flame burns can be minus ten degrees.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Indescribable.

Nie Yuan didn't stop, he didn't know how to get out of here, so he could only rely on some kind of guidance in his soul to keep walking forward, trying to find the truth that unraveled all the mysteries.

The deeper you go, the stronger the throbbing in your soul.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he seemed to see a strange movement in front of him that seemed to be too high, causing the air to distort slightly.

Going towards the change, he saw a few thick rays of light, as if a human-shaped phantom was vaguely pieced together.

It is indeed very inappropriate to use the word thick to describe light, but Nie Yuan couldn't find any more appropriate adjective to describe it here.

Perhaps, such a description is correct?

Since it is possible to make the flame burn, it will generate temperature, so the truth that should be eternal will produce abstract changes.

Then they are the incarnation of rules, and they stipulate that light here can be touched, bent, or even flowed on the ground like a stream, as if...

Reluctantly said the past?

The figure in front of him that was blurred out by the twisted light, even if he walked in, Nie Yuan couldn't see its true appearance.

It can only be seen barely, if he has gender, it should be a woman?

A woman with a robe and an ethereal silhouette like a soft light?

The face is so illusory that it is impossible to distinguish its expression.

But Nie Yuan could faintly sense that he seemed to have his own consciousness, and what was he looking for?

The woman's light and shadow gradually approached Nie Yuan's general direction, sometimes looking left and right, sometimes waving her arms, trying to grab something.

Somehow, Nie Yuan felt that He was like a blind woman, walking alone in a world without people, unable to use her eyes to search for what she wanted to find.

But she is far more ethereal than a blind human being. She never stumbles or stumbles, and she doesn't tie her hands and feet. Instead, she is like the ethereal fairy who only existed in the painting in her previous life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ .

He is not invisible.

There is no one in the world who can penetrate the truth of all things better than him.

What He can't see is only that person, who was driven into the depths of samsara by himself at the beginning, and has already cut off any cause and effect with himself, and even with this world.

I can only follow Namo, my own sustenance, to search for its true trace.

until.

The moment he returned to his embrace.

And Nie Yuan couldn't think of it at all, the deep background in it, he had to move forward all the way in astonishment, his eyes never looking away from the phantom of light that was searching for something everywhere.

Until he met him, just when he was about to collide, Nie Yuan turned to one side in surprise, dodging his search.

Because looking at this posture, if I don't dodge sideways, the two sides will collide directly. Dodging is out of instinct.

Staggered shapes.

Nie Yuan was about to turn his head, considering whether he should shout to attract the attention of the other party, or just leave quietly.

Before he could turn his head completely, he suddenly felt that his wrist was caught by something that exuded a faint icy aura.

It's not like a palm, it's more like two pieces of cool jade, lightly touching his skin.

The phantom of light, when Nie Yuan swayed to dodge, he noticed something, felt something in his heart, and grabbed it directly.

At this time, Nie Yuan had also turned his head.

The wrists of the two were touching, and their bodies were staggered, looking back at each other.

This look spans the long river of time and transcends the material.

world.

It was as if at this moment, it was instantly frozen.