Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Honma answered the second question much faster.

So much so that his answer appeared almost simultaneously with the changes around him.

The pure white that was originally empty suddenly melted away like snow silently.

This cool transition really complements the tone of his voice.

The most important thing is that after Chunbai disappeared, the table of delicious food still did not return.

Instead, there was a long table that was only slightly less white, but also sparkled with a strange luster.

Further away there are chairs, an altar, and a huge, familiar emblem in the center, which is an image of Honma pointing at a ball.

This empty place where almost everything is the same color is actually a religious building of moderate size.

At first glance, almost every place is permeated with holiness and purity, without any stain of filth.

The most impressive thing is the snow-white curtains that surround the entire building and hang down from the dome in layers.

Not only does it cover every radiating round window, it even extends all the way inward, hanging neatly in a special order, as smooth as silk - or rather, that is silk.

It only takes one glance to confirm that this dreamy and blurry scene is made up of strands of hair that seem to be straightened, all pure white without a trace of other colors.

In a trance, it gives people an illusion, as if there is a face leaning over and looking at you gently.

Combined with Honma's solemn declaration of the term "White-haired Holy Church", the atmosphere was truly exaggerated to the extreme.

"really not bad."

It was such a wonderful scene that even Fu Qian praised it out loud for a moment.

In addition to asking questions, he also made gestures to Ji Liushuang to lift the Sword Prison of the Heart.

I just didn't expect the two to work so well together.

The reason for doing this was very simple. Just when Benjian's ecstasy accumulated to the limit and he answered the first question aloud, Fu Qian realized that outside the Sword Prison, this dream with him as the core was also quietly changing.

It’s just like what happened just now. Due to the limitations of the Sword Prison of the Heart, it cannot be manifested for a while.

……

  The Whitehead Temple?

The effect is so good that it is a pleasant surprise.

No wonder people say great strength can produce miracles.

The venue suddenly changed, and the air became quite quiet for a moment amidst the shocking scene before our eyes.

While admiring the unique architectural style, Fu Qian was deeply satisfied with the changes.

The original plan was to use various conditions to create ecstasy that reached the limit, and then observe what effect the ball-fingers would have under such extreme circumstances.

The result is not only suspected to help Honma surpass himself, but also actively end the endless joy brought by moderation, and even with high-intensity support, directly projected such a special place.

  Is this what the ecstatic furnaces saw after holding the ball, and what calmed them down?

At first glance, it makes perfect sense.

In such a holy and flawless place, just by glimpsing a ray of glory in the subconscious, can one get some spiritual cleansing, right?

But this raises an interesting question - why would it work better for more serious conditions?

The fact that the parent who bravely reported the underground rally could generate such anger is enough to show his concern for his daughter.

In this situation, any improvement would most likely not escape his observation.

  Just like only saving those who are destined to be saved, only saving those who are sinful? Isn't the realm a bit too high?

"right here?"

While expressing his emotion, Fu Qian did not forget to confirm with Honma.

"right here."

The tone was almost exactly the same as before. Brother Honma looked around, and the distortion on his face that seemed to have been struggling out was gone without any trace.

……

"When you first touched the ball, could you see this?"

Fu Qian was obviously very interested in Honma's wonderful change of temperament, and asked with a smile.

"No... Even just now, I only saw the scene vaguely..."

Gazing at the huge emblem, Honma's voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if it had gradually blended into this place.

"As for earlier times... I could only feel a little bit, and I'm not even sure if I really saw it..."

"But now I have confirmed... this is a truly sacred sanctuary, just like the name that appeared in my mind..."

Noble, this statement seems difficult to refute.

Without interrupting Honma's narration, Fu Qian even used it as a narration, observing and evaluating the situation in front of him again.

This place was undoubtedly of a very high level. Even if it was just a projection, when I, who was already at the second level, was in it, I seemed to be assimilated by the holiness and couldn't help but want to immerse myself in the tranquility where desires melted away.

In this respect, the effect of fingerballing suddenly seems to make more sense.

Although its own rank is not high, just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it has a certain connection with this place.

When the ecstatic people hold it in their hands, even the slightest connection should still help to melt their boiling joy.

Even combined with the previous questions, if this Whitehead Holy Temple really only saves sinners, then the stronger the desires, the more likely one is to be affected by it.

Then, as a talented person among the ecstatic people, Honma's desire expanded to the limit of his tolerance under his own pressure, which in turn stimulated more responses from the Temple, and even materialized directly in his dreams. The process seems to be more reasonable.

But this brings up another problem - curbing the desire for joy and attacking the ecstatic people.

  Apart from the title of the White-haired Holy Temple, she stood on the shoulders of the giant Professor Chang, and after deepening her thought on the plan, the conclusion she came to did not seem to be fundamentally different from hers?

This thing not only seems to be not very dangerous, but it may even be beneficial to improving the level of spiritual civilization?

It will be difficult to write the report when I get back.

"Ryushuang, what do you think?"

Fu Qian, who had not forgotten the purpose of his trip, smoothly passed the question to his assistant.

"here……"

Only this time, the assistant's response was slower than usual.

Even Ji Liushuang, who had remained silent since coming out of the Sword Prison of Questioning the Heart, had a hint of ethereality in his voice when he muttered to himself.

With a sword in her heart, her perception was clear and transparent. When she entered such a place, she felt as if all her obsessions had disappeared and everything was empty.

“…something is wrong.”

However, as she tried hard to shift her gaze to Fu Qian's face the next moment, she finally took a deep breath and shook her head, forcing herself to reject that kind of freedom from all worries.

"why?"

"You told me that you should seek clarity in the midst of chaos, rather than make yourself clear." (End of this chapter)