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A gold-robed monk with a fat face and nose-defending nose said to the crowd with smiles: "Welcome everyone to Qingniu Mountain. Do you pray or enter the Songshi Hall to hear the praise of the Lord God?

There is no money for worship, and five middle-grade immortal stones must be contributed to the main **** when entering the Songshitang. "

After talking, they did not wait for Qian Xing to agree.

At another wave of monks who went up the mountain, he repeated these words again.

. . . . . .

Enter the Song Shitang and hear the praise to the Lord God?

It's like listening to an opera.

However, the tickets for five middle-grade celebrity stones and four people are twenty middle-grade celebrity stones.

What an expensive opera!

Old money just thought. But his face remained unchanged. Take out a piece like sapphire. On the surface, the cyan energetic air flows through the ground grade wood fairy stone. Just passed it.

"Okay. We have four of us. We are also looking for ten middle-grade immortal stones."

The monk took this piece of high-grade wood fairy stone. Happy smiling.

Top grade wood series fairy stone. In the gallon plane. Relatively rare. A piece of high-grade wood celestial stone. It can be exchanged for thirty-two to thirty-three pieces of other middle-grade fairy stones.

"Oh. Brother. I only have middle-grade fire-type fairy stones and earth-type middle-grade fairy stones. Wood-type middle-grade fairy stones. I don’t have enough land here.”

"Insufficient quantity? You move a table here. Collect money every day. If the quantity is not enough, then hell."

Old Qian laughed in his heart, but nodded repeatedly on his face.

"Okay, okay.

It doesn't matter what kind of fairy stone it is. "

"Hehe."

This fat-faced cultivator took out ten middle-grade clay stones and handed them over.

When Old Qian saw it, there were obviously a few of these ten middle-grade clay stones.

Obviously, this is just a way for the Qingniu Mountain monks to take advantage.

The earthen celestial stones are common in all major planes. Therefore, among the celestial stones of each series, the earth-series celestial stones have the lowest value.

Such a mixed and impure earthen sage stone is nominally medium grade, but in fact it is only a superior earthen sage stone of lower grade.

It's really black, but now is not the time to care about such things.

Old Qian smiled and put these ten earthen fairy stones into the storage bag. Without saying anything, he moved forward: "Man, I heard that there is an angel reincarnation pond in Qingniu Mountain. My brothers really want to Go see it. Man, you can't give pointers."

Seeing that the old Qian was so interesting, the monk didn't mention the Xianshi he recovered.

I was very happy.

"You are talking about the Secret Realm of Yiyao."

The fat-faced cultivator explained it again after speaking, "Yi Yao Secret Realm is not something you can enter. It's impossible to even get close. Let's put this heart away. Brother."

After finishing speaking, he handed Lao Qian four marble talisman, patted Lao Qian's shoulder, "Song Shitang has expired for nine days, and you have to make up for it when it is out of date." After that, he turned around to greet other guests. .

Really professional.

After eating a few celestial stones, he exchanged the name of a shining secret realm.

Upon hearing the words Yiyao Secret Realm, 90% opened up space and formed a semi-plane existence.

Those so-called earth holes, heaven and blessings, are all like this.

The main gods of the Bright Gods, among the landlord gods of the various schools, have always ranked ahead of the main gods of most elemental systems.

Seeing that the territories they occupy are all beautiful mountains and clear waters, and Zhong Tiandi's aura, you know how strong the Guangming Element is.

The practice method of the subordinates of the main **** of Guangming is very different from that of the monks of other elemental main gods.

It is known from the classics that the temple occupies an important position in the practice of the monks under the main **** of Guangming.

Now, being able to observe the specific operation of the Temple of Light from a close distance has just met the curiosity of the old money.

It is said that after the baptism of the Lord God's gold and silver holy water, the body suddenly has a bright physique, and in this Qingniu Mountain, some treasures can still be found.

With the marble talisman, all the way is unimpeded, and then ask for directions by the way.

At the top of the mountain, a thunderous chanting sound came over.

Several people were shocked by the sight in front of them.

Tens of thousands of people are sitting on a huge flat ground on the top of the mountain, with their hands crossed, they are singing the poems of the main god.

These tens of thousands of people, their clothes are messy, and their expressions are extremely pious, but their individual aura is very weak in the eyes of the old money, and it is not like a monk at all.

"These are ordinary people! When we were climbing, the ordinary people we saw should have come here."

Stone said.

Sure enough, one after another, some ordinary people climbed up from dozens of miles of stone roads with tired steps, and participated in the ranks of these pious poems chanting the main god.

"What are these ordinary people doing so religiously?

They are not monks, and working hard to practice can extend their life. "

Turtle shook his head and sighed.

The monks are working hard to cultivate, and there is another direction to work hard. What are these monks working hard for?

When the turtle said this, a fat man who was passing by, sweating profusely, immediately yelled at the turtle: "You are still a monk at a loss, how do you talk?

Although we are not monks, with our pious heart, we can definitely reach the kingdom of the Lord God after death and enjoy eternal

blessing.

A monk, your consciousness is not as good as our ordinary people. "

. . . . . . . .

Bird, you are a mortal, dare you scold me?

"Haha, let's go, let's go."

Before the turtle attack, Lao Qian pulled the turtle and walked aside.

"Humans have their own pursuits, and the same is true for mortals. They have no hope of immortality before they are alive, and hope that they can live forever after death, and it is normal for them not to suffer from that reincarnation in the underworld.

With the power of the Lord God, it is a trivial matter to open up a space and place their souls. Turtle, don't care about those mortals. "

Turtle shook his head again and again, "Fuck, I know why this lord **** likes to build churches, so many people have devout thoughts, even mortals, what a fortune."

"Haha, when the turtle becomes the main **** and builds more churches than anyone else, then you will be at ease."

Zhu Yi, old Qian, Stone burst into laughter.

The few gold-clothed cultists passing by, seeing this group of casual cultivators unexpectedly made fun of the Lord God, all of them glared at them.

Mao's, these guys are too religious, they are a bunch of lunatics.

Several people hurriedly stern expressions, and rushed dingy.

The four people entered a huge and wide hall.

The hall looks only two hundred meters wide.

However, as soon as it entered the middle of the hall, it was more than two kilometers wide.

Obviously, this is also the application of space to condense the mystery.

As soon as I entered the hall, I didn't know what Taoism was used, and the sunlight mixed with white light was almost nowhere.

This is Song Shitang.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a majestic statue of the Lord of Justice.

This statue of the Lord of Justice is silver on one side and gold on the other.

On his golden arm, he held a huge earth and sky.

On his silver arm, he held an extremely deadly silver giant sword.

There is such a taste of "fairness supported by the silver sword".

Under the statue of the main god, there are hundreds of ascetic monks in white clothes, dressed barefoot, holding the golden cover and silver pages of the main **** bible, singing the poem of the main god.

There were thousands of monks in various costumes, sitting cross-legged, with their hands in front of the lower abdomen, they turned out to be in a state of practice.

Observing carefully, the white light in the sky, mixed with sunlight, slowly entered the cultivators' body in a strange way.

Not long after standing in the Song Shitang, the whole body of the old Qian and the few people showed signs of faint fever.

This proves that the white light in the sky and the sunlight contained extremely strong energy of the Earth Light Element.

"Cheating, and it's a collective cheating. No wonder there are so many monks under the Light God System."

Zhu Yi's eyes widened, watching the scene in front of him.

"Well said, this is indeed cheating, and a few of us can also try the effect of this cheating.

Turtle, Stone, you two, can you also take the opportunity to practice your resistance to the power of light. "

Lao Qian said to several other people.

This place is big and loose.

Everyone is practicing qigong, and no enemy is bothered.

Looking at the posture, there are quite a few monks who have paid immortal stones to practice exercises here.

Lao Qian, Zhu Yi, a few people, just can practice here.

Those who have the light system can practice the light law, and those without the light law can also practice resistance to the power of light.

Several people are also curious in their hearts, wanting to give it a try, in this cheating-like environment, what will happen to their cultivation and progress.

However, before practicing, one thing must be asked clearly.

Old Qian grabbed a white-clothed monk who passed by in a hurry, and stuffed a few pieces of earthen fairy stones that he had just recovered.

The white-clothed monk frowned first when the old money was holding him.

Then, he touched the slippery fairy stone in his hand and felt a joy.

This monk in white is one of the many monks who chant the poems of the Lord God.

This work, compared with the monks who set up tables on the mountain road and collect tickets, not only has no oil and water, but also doesn't know where it is so hard.

Although singing the poems of the main **** is conducive to their improvement.

However, if you think about it, one person has to chant for ten hours a day, all year round, every day, no matter how good it is, no matter how sacred the poem is, it will be as miserable as it is.

Now, oil and water are falling from the sky, why is this monk unhappy?

Old Qian saw that there was a door.

Ask immediately:

"This dude~lightnovelpub.net~ Some of our brothers have come from afar, just to observe the angel's reincarnation ceremony, can you help us think of something."

The monk looked up and down Qian Xing, his eyes rolled around.

"You are asking the right person if you ask me.

Generally, angel reincarnation ceremonies are only held every seven years, and there are still three and a half years before the next opening of the angel reincarnation pool.

but------"

The monk stretched the ending, and slightly tossed the three earthen fairy stones in his hand.

"Sunday, when I am a fat sheep."

Old Qian thought so in his heart, and without any delay in his hand, he passed five more middle-grade earthen sage stones. (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log in to an, there are more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)