No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 253
The strange world shattered and the gray fog dissipated.

Ning Luo turned back and stepped into the gray mist again.

Although it is now possible to prepare to capture ghosts and gods, its strength still needs to be improved.

Because the five-party ghosts and gods are not the five-party gods, they will not stay in their own territory obediently, but will wander around in the strange world, hunting for something.

Ning Luo now knows, maybe
is some kind of desire.

And possibly related concepts as well.

After all, people have desires, so this statement is too vague and not clear enough.

Of course, these are just conjectures.

The reason for such speculation is also because of what I saw in the Holy Maiden Temple.

God is an extension of human desires.

Where there is a god, there will always be overflowing selfish desires, either overtly or covertly, hidden or manifested.

And the gods of the five directions are also the objects of the prayers of all living beings in the dark world. What impression do they have in the eyes of the people?What does it look like in the eyes of the dreamer?

This would be an important clue, and one that remains to be investigated.

In short, if you think of encountering ghosts and gods by chance, you only need to wait a while in the strange environment, and ghosts and gods will come to trade.

But Ning Luo's divine way is only ebony at the moment, if he encounters a ghost who can control fire, then Ning Luo is really helpless.

It is Ning Luo's code of conduct to make decisions before acting.

So even though the small goal is set, he can't be too reckless.

When entering the gray mist again, Ning Luo was holding an earth spirit bead in his hand.

That was the only strange land he had never been to, the Central Territory, the Holy City, and the Holy Palace.

This is the smallest region among the five regions of Cangming. Although it has no real imperial power, since the middle region can keep pace with the other four regions, it obviously has a profound foundation.

In fact, the Holy Palace is indeed rebuilt from the former palace.

After all, before the saintess was born, the Underworld also had an ordinary regime.

It's just that once the peerless being who can speak the law is born, when the holy religion rises and the number of believers is huge, the imperial power will naturally cease to exist.

The process of evolution was peaceful.

This is why the palace is still there.

"The main altar of the Holy Cult is also in Zhongyu, right?"

"Perhaps there will still be a history book in the palace that records Cang Ming's past?"

Ning Luo rubbed his chin, thinking about it.

As long as you can go deep into the imperial city, no matter whether you can find the history books or not, you can be regarded as a great harvest.

If the history books still exist, Ning Luo can distinguish whether the records are true or not.

If the history books are all burned, it means that someone is deliberately concealing something.

Ning Luo raised his head, the gray mist whistled in his ears, and the mirage of the past quietly emerged.

The Mirage of Middlelands is quite different from the other four.

There is no black swamp, no blood mud, and no hot lava.

There are, just like the four-dimensional space, the house palaces that are constantly folded and extended.

Ning Luo walked through the palace.

However, within a few steps, the room was spinning!
The wine table hangs upside down and the ceiling sinks, but the diners who are drinking and chatting seem to be sucked to the floor, and they don't know about it.

They toasted to each other, rolled up their sleeves and punched, even though their long hair was falling down, they didn't notice it at all.

However, the wine and delicacies in the bowl are all scattered under the effect of gravity, falling into the inverted zenith, and disappearing without a trace.

Ning Luo could feel that the strange environment seemed to want to express something.

"If we say that the weirdness in the weird world comes from the out-of-control desires of all beings."

"These mirages at the entrance, what do you want to tell me?"

"Or, it's just someone's memory, or someone's impression of the Holy City."

Ning Luo pushed the door out, walked between the covered bridges, and went to the next hall.

The scene in the palace is the same as the former one, it is full of wine pools and meat forests, full of singing and dancing.

However, every time Ning Luo passed a temple, the ceiling and floor of the temple would be reversed, and all the delicacies in the cups and plates would fall into the ground.

The answer is beyond doubt.

Such a scene of extravagance and extravagance probably refers to appetite.

Wealth, sex, fame, food and sleep, the five desires correspond one by one, without missing a single one.

However, Ning Luo was not excited about guessing the answer, because the answer itself was worthless, what was important was the meaning behind it.

But before that, what Ning Luo cared more about was the person who wanted to deliberately guide him.

If he expected good.

that person.
It can only be a saint.

Because her perspective is too gentle.

Ning Luo has already been to the five strange realms.

The mastermind behind Cangming's treacherous changes conceived those guys with inflated desires and evil intentions as hideous and ugly creatures.

But mirages are different.

In the mirage of the past, it was full of despair as far as the eye could see, but there was often a deliberate way out of despair.

The perspective of the mirage is like a god overlooking all living beings. He knows everything that is happening in the sky, and he sees everything in his eyes.

But he just kept it in his heart and endured the pain himself, but he never cursed the greedy beings.

Ning Luo held some kind of unsure prejudice, thinking that this guide must be the divine sense of the saint.

But whether it was expected or not, at least he was probably a friendly army, and there was no doubt about this.

Among the evolved group of houses, Ning Luo went all the way unimpeded, pushed open the last palace door, and stepped into the dream.

The holy city is resplendent and magnificent.

This is a three-dimensional city, like tall towers that are gradually stacked up. The closer to the center, the taller and more gorgeous it is.

And Ning Luo finally understood why the Central Territory is the Holy City, and the Holy City is the Central Territory.

Because of this city, it has no walls.

No wall means no borders, so the size of the Holy City means the size of the Central Territory.

The city of the holy city is not so much a city or a town as it is a city.

Looking far away, Ning Luo saw a statue of a saint over a thousand feet tall, standing in the center of the holy city in the fairy mountain palace.

Presumably there is the main altar of the Holy Cult, and it is also a place where Ning Luo needs to visit sooner or later.

but not now.

Ning Luo came back to his senses, stepped into the market, and looked around.

He has long been familiar with the treacherous world, and when he scouts for information, he will no longer be as restrained as he was at the beginning.

"Brother, I'm from Guolin in the Eastern Region. May I ask what are the characteristics of your holy city?"

Ning Luo took out a holy fruit from his pocket and raised his eyebrows at the peddler, looking like a dandy.

The peddler's pupils dilated, and he quietly put the sacred fruit into his sleeves, grinning and complimented: "My lord, you are asking the right person! Let me tell you."

After the peddler talked at length, Ning Luo basically understood it.

This holy city is the center of the Cangming five directions area. Although the place is not big, it has the most complete supplies.

Fish, shrimp, birds and animals from the northern region, holy fruit and golden rice from the eastern region, strange tools from factories in the western region, and aged wine brewed by old farmers in the southern region.

In short, as long as you enter the Holy City, there is nothing you cannot get.

Ning Luo nodded thoughtfully, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Then I have another question, where is the Holy Maiden Temple in your holy city?"

The peddler took the benefits and didn't question Ning Luo's knowledge at all, only saying that it might be the first time Ning Luo came to the holy city.

So he told the truth: "If the young master just wants to pray, then go directly to the Wusheng Temple."

"Five Sacred Temple?"

"Yes, this can be regarded as the characteristic of our holy city. It is a temple dedicated to the five gods and lords."

Ning Luo raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "Then the Lord Houtu doesn't have his own temple, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"No, no." The peddler shook his head again and again, explaining, "Our Empress Earth God Lord is the most close to the people. Families with a little wealth can go directly to the Holy Maiden Temple to buy a small statue and put it at home. As long as Serve fine wine and delicacies, and the Lord Shenjun will naturally respond."

Ning Luo was stunned.

Just the small Buddha statues that are kept in every household.

In other words, Houtu Shenjun is a psychic beckoning cat.

And the reason why the Holy City has the Five Sacred Temples couldn't be simpler, because it is the center of the Five Realms of the Underworld.

Most of the merchants from the other four regions will pass through the holy city, so for the convenience of prayer, the gods of the five directions will naturally gather together.

But Ning Luo knew that looking for the gods of the five directions would not get the Lingzhu.

One is because their powers are limited.

Second come
Ning Luo was afraid that this might alarm the ghosts and gods, which would cause his purchase plan to fail.

That won't work, the top priority now is to purchase goods, how can there be redundant variables.

Ning Luo asked: "What about the Holy Maiden Temple, can't foreigners enter the Holy Maiden Temple?"

The peddler looked troubled.

He looked around and saw that no one was eavesdropping around him, so he lowered his voice and said, "Hiss, if you have to go, it's not impossible. But young master, I must remind you first, the Saintess Temple in Central Region But it's very dark!"

Ning Luo narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessing something.

The peddler pursed his lips, looked around nervously, and leaned into Ning Luo's ear cautiously, reminding: "The Holy Maiden Temple in the Holy City needs to pay tribute and holy food to enter, and it is especially for foreigners. Those in the Holy Maiden Temple Christians, seeing that you are a foreigner, they will make things difficult for you, and this will cost a lot!"

Ning Luo smiled.

really.

Just kill the customer.

Sure enough, no matter where the world is, the more prosperous the tourism industry is, the more ruthless the slaughter will be.

After all, the reason why they try this way is firstly because it is profitable, and secondly because the risk is small.

The more businessmen and tourists there are, the greater the profit of slaughtering customers.

In addition, the more people who slaughter customers, the risk will be reduced because the law does not punish the public.

A very general law that is easy to understand.

As for the so-called holy food, it is actually a pilgrimage gold, or a variant of the entrance fee.

After all, this is the Holy City, where the main altar of the Holy Cult is located, and those believers who slaughtered the guests did not dare to go too far.

Ning Luo was even able to deduce their psychology.

"They must be thinking, since the rule of offering sacrifices to the God of Earth is to offer delicacies, then when I collect the entrance fee, I will pay the entrance fee in the name of offering holy food?"

"So people ask why they did what they did."

"They can answer, this is the custom of the Holy City, this is the rule of the Holy City!"

"Either do as the Romans do, or turn around and leave!"

"Oh, what a good excuse."

The fox pretends to be the tiger's prestige, and the dog takes advantage of the power of others. This is the trick of this group of gatekeepers of the holy religion.

No matter how annoyed the visiting merchants were, they did not dare to disdain the rules set by the Queen Earth God on the spot.

So they could only knock out their teeth and swallow it, unable to bear all this.

As for where the tribute holy food ended up going.
There is no doubt that it must have entered the stomachs of the believers.

Ning Luo bit his knuckles, and the corners of his mouth curled into a dangerous arc.

The peddler glanced at Ning Luo suspiciously, and asked, "Master, you, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Luo came back to his senses and shook his head: "It's nothing, I still want to take a look, so I'll ask you to show me the way."

The peddler pointed out the location of the Holy Maiden Temple, which was quite far away, hidden in an artificial peach forest.

While showing the way, the peddler did not forget to remind Ning Luo that he needed to find a chef to order the holy food.

But Ning Luo didn't need it.

Because he happens to know how to cook.

Not to mention that he would have been able to cook to support himself before time travel.

It is said that when Ning Luo was in the world of dust, Ning Luo happened to have learned cooking skills in order to practice the hidden ways of killers.

What's more, he also has the blessing of various arts, so the cooking skills can be said to have entered the room.

Moreover, Ning Luo knows more than just cooking.

He can also make poison!
When the peddler told him that the believers of the Holy Cult would collect the holy food, Ning Luo had already confirmed that the group of believers who stole the offerings were the strangest of this strange place.

Then what is the strangeness of their incarnation?

Ning Luo had already known about it.

Ning Luo recalled what he saw in the mirage, and gradually understood everything.

The mirage is not only the perspective of God, but also reminds Ning Luo of the nature of corruption.

Just like the arch bridge he saw when he went to the mirage of the water town, it was composed of countless pairs of interlocking human hands.

That is actually implying the root cause of the corruption in the Northern Territory.

And the mirage of the holy city is the same.

The universe is reversed, and the square table hangs upside down.

The fine wine and delicacies are poured down and submerged into the ground.

Ning Luo looked at his feet, and his spiritual sense vaguely sensed the loosening of the soil, as well as the existence of many behemoths.

from the outline
That's probably an earthworm.

As for the reason why there are these big earthworms in the underground of the holy city, one has to ask where the people of the holy city will dump the leftovers.

Obviously, underground.

Of course, the conjecture of the big earthworm is not out of thin air, but has conclusive evidence.

Ning Luo has already known the rule that the five directions correspond to the five insects.

The so-called five insects.

One said feather, hair, medium, scale, 鸁.

One said feathers, hairs, armor, scales, and scorpions.

But the meaning is the same.

And what corresponds to the paradox in the holy city is the worm.

A worm means featherless, hairless, armorless, and scaleless.

Coincidentally, although humans and earthworms are neither distant relatives nor close neighbors, they still belong to the category of worms.

Therefore, the strangeness of the strange place in the holy city is the combination of dead souls and giant earthworms.

The present treacherous situation is in front of Ning Luo.
There are no more secrets.

Ning Luo started to prepare on his own, and with his level, there was no need to hire any chef.

Since the gatekeeper of the Holy Maiden Temple is the strangest of this strange place, what Ning Luo should do could not be simpler.

Purge them out and offer ashes.

All in one go.

A plate of exquisite, small and fragrant peach blossom crisps.

A pot of green jade like jade, emerald green like silk, immortal drunk.

The guards with halberds along the way moved their index fingers, like drinking pure wine or inhaling orchid osmanthus, all of them indulged in it.

However, if you are drunk, you know the wine is strong, and when you wake up, you know the dream is empty.

After they realized the problem, a green sprout pulled out a branch from their stomach pouches and squeezed their flesh dry.

The so-called poison is not necessarily limited to destruction and erosion.

It can also be full of vitality.

Ning Luo threw away the cup and plate casually, with one hand behind his back, the other hand led the rushing ashes, and then walked towards the statue of the saint.

It's time to stock up again.

(End of this chapter)