Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 208 Fairy's Birthday
In the world of virtual consciousness, is there any knowledge about becoming an immortal?
Lin Xi believes that there are.

But Lin Xi is also very clear that becoming an immortal... is the threshold for practitioners to pass from one big stage to another, and it is also the first real catastrophe.

It's not that easy, that simple.

There isn't even a certain path to follow at all.

Just like the rumors in the Qingxiao world, when the Yuanshen monks within a hundred years old experience the millennium calamity for the first time, they are the most likely to break out of the world and become immortals.This is just a direction, not a certain way, or a certain result.

The former represents qualifications.

Of course, there are also resources and accumulation...these all originate from the world of virtual consciousness.

And the latter may be the process of crossing the threshold.

Put down the doubts about becoming an immortal for now.

Lin Xi followed Yi et al's line of sight and continued to inspect.

Green smoke curled up, and the entire city was shrouded in thick smoke.

The strange thing is that, surrounded by the thick smoke of incense, it doesn't feel stuffy, but there is always a kind of refreshing and moist, like the cool wind blowing from the deep forest in late autumn morning, covering the whole city, making people Everything looks so fresh and natural.

It makes the whole body peaceful, refreshing and refreshing.

Vaguely, in the thick mist, some people saw the brilliance of the fairy palace, some people saw the surrounding mountains and forests, some people heard the fairy voice, and some people seemed to see the fairy dancing.

"It's such a powerful contagion, it's just the thoughts of the immortals, scattered among the mountains, rivers, heaven and earth, wrapped in the smoke and fire, but it almost holds the belief of the living people, controls the will of all living beings, and allows them to deploy. "Lin Xi hid in Yi et al's soul package, watching everything that happened around here, feeling sincerely, and also feeling dangerous from the bottom of his heart.

Mortal monks, who have left their physical bodies, face the demons, if they are at a disadvantage, they are equal at most.

For monks who have become immortals, their minds have become one with everything in the world, and the innate abilities of the heavenly demons are no longer any advantages for them.

Even most of the heavenly demons may have too many thoughts, and they don't even have the resistance to the powerful immortal thoughts.

After Lin Xi weighed himself, he came to a conclusion without hesitation.

With his current ability, even if he burns everything and wants to swallow the soul of a real fairy, it is just a gift for nothing.

If there is no way... to cross the natural moat from the Demon Soul Realm to the Demon Sacred Realm, it is tantamount to nonsense.

Amidst the smog, a monk was presiding over the ceremony.

Then came Wanmin performances.

Folk music, dances, acrobatics, etc. were performed one after another. Under the cover of the thick fog, the acrobat performers who tossed up and down even seemed to be jumping in the clouds, which was dangerous but more pleasing to the eye.

People are immersed in some kind of gradually rising atmosphere.

Buzz!
The sound of the bell came from nowhere.

Then, from the high place surrounded by clouds and fog, someone said loudly: "It's noon, all people worship incense, and immortals send blessings to ensure the coming year..."

During the long congratulatory speeches, the common people walked to the foot of the great fairy lamp consciously and orderly.

Then put the incense sticks in their hands near the fairy lamp.

The miraculous thing is that all the incense sticks seem to be nailed there the moment they hit the ground.

Even if someone touches or touches it accidentally, he will never trip or step on any stick of incense.

Changxiang was no longer slowly eaten away by the flames.

There will be no such thing as someone being burned by incense.

It seems that the incense stuck on the ground has become illusory and has been absorbed into another dimension.

The clouds and mist are lingering, and the fragrance is permeating.

Yi waited nervously and inserted the incense in his hand, according to the previous agreement, at a distance of five and a half meters from the Daxian Lantern, which was at the northwest corner. At this time... the incense in his hand was burning three inches .

And beside Yi et al, there was another young man, with a confused expression, inserted the incense in his hand, just like Yi et al.

After another four or ten minutes, all the people in the city finished offering incense.

As a result, the smog in the air began to quickly collect into the jade bowl held in the hand of the Great Immortal Lantern.

Afterwards, many incenses flew up together, and then converged towards the ignition point at the core of the fairy lamp.

At this time, suddenly another burst of smoke exploded from the jade bowl, lingering around.

"Attention! Someone is going to shoot! See who he is." Lin Xi said quickly.

Of course Yi et al knew that this was the only chance.

In the dense fog, there seemed to be an invisible shadow, taking something away from the light of the Daxian Lantern... This is of course just Yi Waiting's imagination.

Except for him and Lin Xi who knew something might happen.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of anyone else...it's nothing.

After all, the jade bowl in the hands of the Great Immortal Lantern was not really Taixuanzi's magic weapon.

It is just a piece of paper, and it can have miraculous powers, all thanks to a single thought from Taixuanzi.

It's just that Taixuanzi needs to observe hundreds of cities at this time, so he may not pay too much attention to this place, and there are some small changes from time to time, which is really not surprising.

The fog dissipated quickly.

And at the moment when the fog cleared, both Yi Waiting and Lin Xi seemed to vaguely see a palm with a crescent birthmark.

Wanmin incense burns and lights up the Daxian Lantern.

The fairy lamp began to lift off slowly.

It carries Wanmin's blessing and belief in Taixuanzi, as well as their wishes and expectations.

Immortals are not gods and do not need people's offerings.

Incense is not an essential thing for true immortals.

Of course... you won't be afraid of a poisonous snake and think that incense is poisonous.

Those gods whose personalities are easily changed by the people's beliefs belong to the gods who are enshrined entirely by faith.

Relying on bloodlines, or the gods who climbed up step by step by themselves, in fact, they do not resist or fear the power of faith and the distracting thoughts of the people mixed in it.

The neighing of ten thousand ants made no noise in the giant's ears.

"Perhaps, it is to take the incense of the people and use it to refine the immortal weapon?" Lin Xi thought to himself.

In the world of virtual consciousness, there is knowledge in this area.

But they are all crazy twisted versions, and what they get in the end may not be serious.

Of course...it makes sense to return to the original and use incense to refine weapons.

Big fairy lanterns flew up from each city.

At this moment in the sky, the sun lost its brilliance.

Everyone raised their heads, as if seeing a star river made of incense, passing quickly above their heads.

And those big fairy lanterns are like immortals running in the clouds. Although they all have similar shapes, they are so real and vivid under the cover of clouds and mist and embellished with incense.

The last glimmer of incense disappeared at the end of his sight.

Everyone was waiting, and when the night gradually fell, none of them received any 'good news'.

Obviously... the three people blessed by Taixuanzi did not have any quota, and they fell into the city where Yi et al is now.

The people were not disappointed either.

They still happily continued to celebrate the festival.

Although Christmas is theoretically over.

But the real celebration of the festival, perhaps from this moment, really begins.

After working hard and living hard, people always need some time and days like this to celebrate, entertain, satisfy themselves, and get along happily with their families.

Of course, for many people living in poverty, such festivals are often full of sadness and sadness.

The gap that seemed inconspicuous on weekdays was ruthlessly exposed at this moment.

The wife's sigh and the child's ignorant begging for snacks, new clothes, and toys are the most indelible sadness and grief in the heart of the head of the family.

　Goodnight everybody!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)