Fake Immortals in the Cultivation Realm of Life

Chapter 561 Extra Story [-] - Time flies, you and I are still the same
If the Enlightenment Great World is subdivided according to space, the lowest level is the Underworld, then the Realm of Cultivation, and the World of Immortals.

According to legend, the sanctuary of the world of spiritual enlightenment is called the "sleeping place of the gods", and the holy body of the spiritual enlightenment saint sleeps here.

Therefore, people in the sanctuary are especially superior, and everyone looks like a second-class person.

It is not wrong to say that the sanctuary is the place where the gods sleep, but it is not absolute.

Because the enlightened sage stands upright without falling down, stands on the ground with his feet on the dark water, wraps around his body with stars, has ten thousand immortals on his head, and his holy body penetrates the three realms.

It's just that the holy body of the enlightened sage automatically blurs, entering the realm of reality and illusion, it can be said that it is not in the five elements, and jumps out of the three realms.

The sanctuary in the realm of comprehension is just because it is closest to the waist of the holy body, it forms a boundless treasure star.

And the most special position, the position above the head of the enlightened sage, although it belongs to the scope of the fairy world, there is a mountain that even the emperor does not know how high it is.

This mountain peak is named Sky Dome, and there is a temple on it, named Sansheng Temple, which was refined by the Gods of Nine Heavens and Gods of Stars from the void when the heaven and earth first opened.

Time flies, millions of years have passed, and although there is no owner, the Sansheng Temple is still very lively.

Because every brick and tile of this palace has the power of an artifact, the sculptures and beasts on the cornices are enlightened, and all the creations painted on the walls are endowed with life.

"The once-in-[-]-year ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is here again. Who should go down the mountain this time? Remember to help me exchange hundreds of tanks of good wine. Think back to when the two of you were here, these days are like soaking in a tank of bitter water. What Nine Heavens Mianxia said is right, there is only Du Kang who can relieve sorrows!"

The person who said this was an old man in colorful clothes. On his robe was an image of the Three Holy Temples that had been miniaturized many times. There was also a 3D effect when he walked around.

At this moment, he was holding a snow-white handkerchief, gently wiping the three god statues in the temple, with a careful look, as if the three god statues made of divine materials were made of paper.

There is a group of "people" behind him, men and women, old and young, no less than a hundred or so.

At this time, these "people" all looked at the old man in colorful clothes enviously, because only he had the right to wipe the three statues, although even if they were not wiped for thousands of years, there would be no dust on the statues.

"Master Dian Ling, this time it's our brother's turn!"

The voice came from outside the hall, and I saw the mocking winds on the corners of the three holy halls. With a flash of blue light on their bodies, they turned into two young men, wearing starry robes, with square faces and round eyes, they looked exactly the same .

But it turns out that these two brothers are the auspicious beasts at the corners of the Temple of the Three Saints, and they are refined by the Star Lord God who collects the star gold from the Great World of Enlightenment.

"It's very lively down the mountain. At this time, thousands of immortals have gathered..." The Xiaofeng brothers not only had good eyes, but also slipped their tongues, describing the grand occasion down the mountain vividly.

The old man in colorful clothes, that is, the temple spirit of the Three Saints Temple, heard Brother Xiaofeng's description, and his heart was also surging.

After waiting for millions of years, it would be a lie to say that you are not tired. Therefore, all the spirits in the Three Saints Hall, except Brother Xiaofeng, chose to sleep. Only every ten thousand years, when the fairy world holds a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, everyone will sleep. wake up.

At the time of introduction, the entire fairy world was moved from all directions, and all directions came to pay tribute, and the members of their Three Saints Temple could also enjoy a feast of incense and fire with the three crowned ones.

But this time...

"Why do I feel that this ceremony is more grand than before?"

Brother Xiaofeng smiled, with a little disapproval, "The fairyland has changed to the fairy emperor again. Whenever the fairy emperor is changed, don't you have to make a lot of trouble with the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven! This time, I heard that this is a demon fairy. The luck is very extraordinary, and it is loved by heaven."

As short as 10,000+ years, as long as millions of years, the position of Immortal Emperor will always change. These millions of years have passed, and the people on this throne are like cutting leeks, crop after crop.

Hearing what brother Xiaofeng said, the other "people" naturally didn't care. The status of the Three Holy Halls is aloof, and they don't have any desire to compete for fame and fortune. Even if a pig becomes an immortal emperor, it has nothing to do with them .

All the "people" talked to Brother Xiaofeng who had gone down the mountain this time, what to bring back, most of them were food and drink, as well as picture books from the fairy world.

A group of gods who don't eat fireworks in the world insisted on exaggerating the tall temple to look like a vegetable market at the intersection of the world.

So no one noticed that a figure descended from the middlemost one of the three statues.

It was a big man with a bare chest and only an animal skin skirt around his waist. He had short hair, but his face seemed to be covered with a layer of veil. He could only see the uncanny lines, but couldn't see the truth clearly. appearance.

There was also an ax on his waist, and his whole body contained extreme strength.

At this moment, he was sitting on the altar without image, picked up the tribute fruit on the plate, threw it in his mouth, and swallowed it like a jujube.

At first, he was still in the mood to listen to these little fellows chatting with Brother Xiaofeng about what good things came out of the fairy world, but he got impatient after a while.

He knocked on the tribute table with his ax, "Why don't you just go down the mountain to buy it yourself? I said you little fellows are stubborn."

All the spirits raised their heads subconsciously, and then "Putong" and "Putong" knelt on the ground like dumplings in a pot; the spirits of the Three Saints Hall couldn't believe it, turned around slowly, and when they saw the person coming, they kept holding the elders' demeanor. But the little old man jumped at the feet of the short-haired man like a child, hugged his thigh and howled.

"Your Majesty Qiling, you've finally woken up! I thought I couldn't wait for you!"

The other Qi spirits couldn't care less about laughing at Master Dianling's tears and snot, and they also choked up several times at this moment.

Ever since the Great God Nine Heavens and the Great Star Lord left, the Three Saints Hall has never appeared under the Qiling Mian.

They all know that His Majesty Qi Lingmian is afraid of hurting the scene, so they never bother him, but in fact, they still hope that His Majesty Qi Lingmian will come back and have a look, and let them prove the value of their existence.

But tens of thousands of years have passed, Qi Ling Mianxia has never appeared, and they have gradually become used to it.

Today, Qi Ling Mianxia suddenly appeared, in fact, it was really a surprise.

The enlightened sage looked at the little old man holding his calf and the group of kowtowers below with a black line on his face, this is why he didn't want to come back, Jiutian and Xingzhu were not there, he felt that he and these gangsters had no heart but were sentimental The brain circuits of the tool spirits are not on the same frequency.

"Get up, don't get tired of being crooked. Little Sanzi, let go quickly. I have a feeling in my heart. This feeling seems to be related to 'friends come from afar'. I guess..."

Speaking of this, even the spirit-enlightening sage with a Frostwolf temperament couldn't help shaking the handle of the ax vigorously, just in case he guessed wrong. After all, last time, he also felt that familiar aura, but he didn't agree with it. There are some discrepancies in what I think.

But Dian Ling didn't care about his good name, but was changed to "Little Sanzi". He was taken aback for a moment, then his eyes widened, his lips trembling, "You, you..."

He was anxious to say something, but he was like a stutterer, unable to say anything.

The Spirit Enlightenment Saint was delighted, "Don't get excited, just wait!"

The other Qilings didn't know what kind of charade Qi Lingmian and Lord Dian Ling were playing, and naturally they didn't know what they were waiting for, but there was also a sense of tension in their hearts for no reason.

Waiting is the most tormenting. The spirits of the Sansheng Temple only feel that tens of thousands of years have passed, and the sacrificial dance music is heard at the foot of the mountain. When the three incense burners on the table in the Sansheng Temple are automatically lit, the enlightening saint With a look of "coming", he said and disappeared in place.

And Dian Ling looked at the place where Qi Lingmian disappeared, and the phrase "wait a minute" in his throat almost suffocated him to death.

After he regained his composure, he was surrounded by a group of spirits who came back to their senses, "Master Dian Ling, what are you and Your Majesty Qi Ling waiting for?"

Dian Ling stroked his clothes that were not wrinkled at all, and resumed his usual demeanor, "Clean up the hall quickly, so who, you are running out of lamp oil, so hurry up and add more; who, didn't see that the tribute fruit is gone , hurry up and pick fresh ones; who else..."

A group of spirits were sent around by him, while his old man ran to the roof and snatched a mocking wind. His spiritual sense didn't care about the immortals at the bottom of the mountain, and he kept patrolling back and forth, afraid of missing something, and prayed in his heart I just hope that Qi Ling Mian, who has always been unreliable, must be reliable this time!
Qi Ling teleported out of the world barrier, and then saw the man and woman standing side by side on the bow of the boat. Naturally, they also saw him.

Between the six eyes looking at each other, there is no need to express everything in words.

You are here!

we are coming!

The Temple of the Three Saints finally lived up to its name!
(End of this chapter)