Strange game designer

Chapter 599 Before the Madness

"Zhang Mingli?" Gao Ming saw Zhang Mingli in a trance when he looked at the statue on the wall. When this guess appeared in his heart, the fairy aura surrounding the statue's face gradually faded, as if it really turned out to be a Zhang Mingli looked like that.

"Is the Nine-level Spirit View constructed by Zhang Mingli? I always feel something is wrong."

Gao Ming stood at the door without entering immediately. He pressed Fu Shu's neck and asked in a low voice: "Did you see the statue of the **** painted on the wall? Who do you think he looks like?"

"I don't know, I can't see clearly." Fu Shu didn't understand why: "I have never seen the Nine-Level Spirit View. In the initial design concept, the Nine-Level Spirit View only exists in data simulation. Everything is unknown, you are still Be careful."

Fu Shu couldn't help, so Gao Ming looked at Bai Huang again, and the other party shook his head.

"It's really strange."

Standing at the door of Lingguan,

Gao Ming and the flesh and blood ghosts did not feel the slightest evil spirit. They were all elegant monks, burning incense, cooking tea, arranging flowers, hanging paintings, and feathered clothes and smoke, showing the charm of immortals everywhere.

He turned his head and looked outside Lingguan with uncertainty. Gao Ming's eyes penetrated the Blood Rain. He saw the streets flowing across the blood river, and his body was dying with his eyes closed.

Further apart, there were more and more curses outside the town, and the infant spirits dressed in Wong Tai Sin's fur seemed to turn Zhemeng Town into a dead place.

Compared with the two, the difference between the inside and outside of the spiritual view is so great that it is unbelievable.

"It must be fake, it must be fake here!" Gao Ming repeatedly reminded himself and thoroughly entered the Spirit Temple with Fu Shu on his back.

The wooden door behind him was not closed. After Gao Ming entered the Spirit Temple, he could still clearly see outside and the retreat was not cut off, but he resisted from the bottom of his heart.

After ordinary spiritual temples trick people into it, they will close the doors and windows and use any means to digest the living. But these nine levels of spiritual view are completely different. It seems to be disdainful to do such things, staying and leaving, and the door is always open.

"It is very confident and feels that the townspeople will not leave after they come in." Fu Shu coughed a few times, and he deliberately broke the quiet and peaceful atmosphere with a hoarse voice.

"With the door open, the talents in the Spiritual View can better compare the difference between the inner and outer worlds. In the face of danger, exchanging safety with freedom is a very normal choice. Those who build the Spiritual View will not be able to connect these things. There is no basic common sense." Bai Huang also felt much more peaceful after entering the Spiritual View. She was always worried about the safety of the children and wanted to find them back at all times, but in the Spiritual View, her tense nerves were , I have been relaxed after a long time.

Holding the hands of the two water ghost children, Bai Huang seemed to have become younger, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes gradually stretched out.

"I remember the butcher and Mr. Tang entered the same door. They didn't even take action in the Lingguan?" Gao Ming couldn't figure it out. With the butcher's hot temper, there would definitely be blood near the North Gate.

Gao Ming casually grabbed a passing monk. The other party was wearing ragged clothes. It seemed that he was the resident who had just entered the Lingguan Temple, but the man's expression was extremely pious. He seemed to have been practicing Taoism for decades, with the rays of light shining and his mood was clear.

"Donor, what's the matter?"

"Shi you, you came in a few minutes earlier than us. What are you pretending?" Fu Shu seemed to intend to destroy the atmosphere in the Lingguan, and his words were rude: "Where is the butcher who ran into the Lingguan before?"

"Zhu Ren has great insight and has put down his butcher's knife and is about to become an immortal." The town citizen made a seal of not-standard hands, chanting scriptures in his mouth, looking yearning, but the next moment he would not say he would say no He spoke out.

Gao Ming pressed the Pig Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing Killing on his neck, and the blade cut through his skin. The evil spirit and strong smell of blood seemed like a starving ghost, desperately burying into his wound. "Tell me where did Zhu Ren and Mr. Tang go?"

"The second floor, up to the second floor!"

Under the threat of death, the town citizen seemed to have broken some restraint, his eyes became clear, and his face became fear again. But in just a few seconds, his expression began to be confused again, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You killed me here and committed a murder. It would not help you practice, but instead helped me and let me One step closer to the Immortal Palace.”

He seemed to have figured it out suddenly, and did not answer Gao Ming's question. He said to himself: "Come on, take a knife, I guess you are here to help me kill three corpses. It's better not to have this skin!"

"Crazy." He kicked the town people down with one kick, and Gao Ming looked at the statue of the **** on the wall. The other party was really looking more and more like Zhang Mingli.

"Don't leave! Help me! Help me!" The townsmen were reluctant to give in, as if they really thought that if Gao Ming killed him, he could ascend to the Immortal Palace and rolled around and hugged Gao Ming's legs.

"roll!"

Gao Ming kicked harder this time, and the townsmen vomited a large mouthful of blood and had several broken ribs, but he was still crawling towards Gao Ming.

"Are you looking for death?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, and his heartbeat began to become a little irregular. This was a reminder of the flesh and blood ghosts that his current state was not right, and it seemed that he had been hit.

Taking a deep breath, Gao Ming calmed down: "I have become more tyrannical? No, I should have started to be more casual and unwilling to be restrained."

Normally, he would never kill people casually, but at a certain moment just now, he suddenly felt that killing the annoying township was nothing, just like stepping on the ants on the roadside to death, it would not have any impact on him.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Let's go." Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and walked towards the nearby vegetarian room. The layout of each room was similar, including tea tables, bookcases, futons, and incense burners.

"Where are people?"

Following the trail, cigarettes swayed around him, and the atmosphere gradually became solemn. Gao Ming saw the statue of the **** on the wall slowly turning his body, as if he was stepping in the smoke and sitting on the altar next to the stairs.

The altar is full, the townsmen in shabby mahjong, the paper man with new skin, the heads of Wong Tai Sin, all kinds of people and ghosts seem to have put down their grudges and sit obediently on their own cushions. .

"Dear believers, the gate of heaven has been opened, and everyone can ascend to the immortal world. Don't be impatient and anxious, and don't worry too much. The tower is divided into nine levels, but there is no height or inferiority in people. Everything outside cannot determine the final result. Enlightenment is to realize it If you understand, you will not understand it. "There is a voice similar to Zhang Mingli, which is eighty or ninety percent similar to that of the vague statue.

"Immortal Master! How do we become enlightened? Many people have already reached the second level, and some evil ghosts with dirty blood on their hands have already gone to the third level!" A townsman from the altar looked towards him under the altar The statue of **** kowtowed, they no longer want to worry every night, and they also want to go to the Immortal Palace.

"Running fast does not necessarily mean finding the right path." The statue's fingers gently waved, and Xiangyun lifted the town people up: "You don't have to worship me, the Tao follows nature, the real Tao fruit is in your own bodies. ”

"In our bodies?"

"Don't be disturbed by distracting thoughts, calm down and observe your body, understand its needs, and follow the laws of nature. Cultivating the truth and cultivation means cultivation, and truth refers to our true nature. When the body and mind are united, where you stand It's the Immortal Palace."

(End of this chapter)