The Death Knell

The elevator leads to the interior of the Himalayas. A large space was carved out of the mountain and an underground temple was built.

This was of course the work of Gu Yi after he succeeded the Supreme Mage. However, in the past, if you wanted to get here, you had to go through a long spiral staircase. After Su Ming succeeded to the throne, he changed the elevator here and arranged for people to connect it underground. There is electricity and running water, and it is also connected to WIFI, making the monks' lives easier.

But he has never come down before. After all, he is not a spell caster, so why come here? I just heard that the unknown people still refuse anything that can bring convenience to life, and they prefer to torture themselves.

If you don’t have running water, you have to walk from the mountain tunnel to a glacier several kilometers away, dig out ice cubes and melt them back home to drink.

Even if there are electric lights, they don't light them. These people would rather chop wood and burn charcoal and enjoy the physical pain caused by labor.

Not to mention the Internet, which is the cheapest entertainment activity, they don’t even watch it, because the ascetic monks refuse all pleasures, let alone playing games online, even mahjong.

The unknown people's belief in Emperor Weishan has become so fanatical that it resembles a cult.

Even so, Su Ming still asked people to provide them with supplies on a monthly basis. They didn't have to use it, but as the Supreme Mage, they had to provide it.

The elevator was running steadily, and bright lights shone on the three of them, but they could feel the coolness around them getting more and more obvious, and they could obviously breathe.

"It's a bit cold. It always feels like this in the basement." Squirrel Girl hugged her big tail and used it as a scarf.

Ao Shutu's previous dress-up game made her realize one thing, that is, she is not suitable to wear skirts around beautiful women. Although those skirts are particularly beautiful, the person wearing them is the key.

If Ao Shutu hadn't been standing by her side, Doreen would have been very happy, but with the contrast, she couldn't be happy anymore.

Doreen thought about losing weight more than once, but she couldn't control her mouth. If she didn't eat some nuts for a while, she would feel uncomfortable all over!

Nuts are the seeds of plants, which contain a lot of fat. Anyway, Su Ming thinks that with the amount of nuts Doreen eats every day, she is a genius if she does not produce oil.

"There are some people living in the basement. I arranged heating for them, but they don't use it. There's nothing I can do about it." Su Ming listened to the hum of the elevator and waited calmly: "But this time I didn't come down to find someone. Those who are monks, just ignore them."

The elevator arrived, dinged, and the doors opened.

There is a narrow corridor in front of him, and the traces left by the excavation of the mountain are clearly visible. There are torches every few dozen meters, but this light swings gently with the airflow, which only brings a strange atmosphere to the place.

"Let's go, follow."

Deathstroke lifted his feet out of the elevator and walked forward along the corridor. After more than ten seconds, his eyes suddenly opened up. An underground space about the size of more than a dozen football fields appeared in front of him, and a majestic building complex was here. at.

It occupies a large area, but the building has no decorations, only the simplest original colors.

The wood was what it was originally, and it is what it is now when it is built into a house. The same is true for bricks and tiles, without even a trace of paint.

There are no plants or animals here. The darkness of the open space surrounds the building. In this isolated place, only the soil for cultivating fanatical beliefs is left.

Because there is only some light in the temple, like a lighthouse.

Franklin didn't have any special reaction to this. After all, he had lived a life of hiding from the sun before. It was just the scent of sandalwood in the air that made his nose itchy.

Doreen was a bit suspicious. She thought this place was like a haunted place in a horror movie.

The three of them walked towards the main entrance of the temple, but at this moment a group of bald heads suddenly rushed out from the door. Their eyes were all shining with gold, and they pushed each other as if they were racing against each other. They knelt together in front of the death knell.

"Master, do you want to perform a ritual? Choose me!"

"No, Master, look at me, I'm ready to suffer anything!"

"Supreme Mage! Please have mercy on me, old monk. I dream of going to the kingdom of the true God!"

They were frighteningly enthusiastic and couldn't wait to share the cost of casting spells for the Supreme Mage, but

"I don't have any price that I need you to share with me. Everyone, you all know that I am a warrior. I will ask Monaco to come to you later, okay?" Su Ming used the force to help everyone up. Sighing: "Masters, you should continue to practice. One day you will be able to go to Emperor Weishan."

Because these monks have not seen the light of day for a long time, their skin is as pale as the dead. In the past, they shared the cost for several mages, which made many of them seriously ill.

What they want is to die for the Supreme Mage to share the price and thus ascend to the 'Kingdom of Heaven'.

Strictly speaking, these people do not belong to Kamal Taj, but are the private property of the Supreme Mage of all generations. Just like the families of Hamil and Xiao Wang, they are loyal to the Supreme Mage lineage, not to the power of Kamal Taj.

That is to say, because Deathstroke is not a spellcaster, some policies have been relaxed to allow several archmages to come here to 'reimburse accounts'. Otherwise, according to tradition, only the supreme mage can enjoy the services of the unknown.

However, under normal circumstances, Monaco and the others would not come over. Although sharing the cost is a good thing for the mages, it can also allow the monks to 'ascend to heaven' quickly as they wish. It suddenly sounds like a win-win situation, but it always feels like it is Killing in disguise.

Among them, Monaco's casting cost is better. After the mental pain of the dead son is shared among everyone, it is equivalent to everyone's dead son, but they can also set up a psychological mutual aid group or something.

After hearing that this time the death knell still did not have the cost of casting the spell for them to share, the monks turned around and left three times, with expressions of disappointment on their faces, and some even shed tears, feeling very aggrieved.

The death knell is not a spell caster. Their ascension to heaven is far away. They live to die, but they cannot die, which is uncomfortable.

But thinking back, as the private property of the Supreme Mage, they were still very obedient. These fast-footed monks stopped more monks coming from behind and took everyone back to the palace, ready to continue meditating and chanting sutras.

Squirrel Girl was still a little sympathetic to them, and said while eating cashews: "What ceremony are they talking about? They are so pitiful, so just help them."

"They want to die and ascend to heaven. The ordinary way of death is not enough." Su Ming stepped over the high threshold and looked up at the three statues of Emperor Weishan in the temple square: "It's still the cause and effect they owe. They want to die." It’s not that easy to repay, just let nature take its course.”