Chapter 437 Reentry
In the villa, an ancient bronze mirror with rust stands in the center of the lobby.
Wen Zhengming was dressed in black and sat in front of the Buddha, his face showing no joy or sadness.
The white light shone on the Buddha's body, reflecting his shiny head.
The Buddha opened his mouth slightly, as if he had not yet come to his senses.
This news was still too shocking for him.
After the air was silent for a long time, the Buddha spoke slowly with some disbelief:
"Mr. Ming, could you please say it again?"
"I didn't quite hear that!"
The Buddha's mind was a little confused. Although he had thought that Mr. Ming might have a high level of DDT, it was far beyond his expectation that it would be to this extent.
Every great witch in the Great Wilderness is second only to the patriarch of a tribe, and in the human race, he is second only to the Human Emperor.
This system exists not only among humans, but also among all races in the wilderness.
But the great witch's practice system is different from everyone else's.
Now that I think about it, this situation is indeed a bit abnormal.
Could it be related to you, sir?
Countless thoughts appeared in the Buddha's mind in an instant.
He seemed to sense that this Mr. Ming had a secret far more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Yeah?"
Wen Zhengming did not comment, but the next moment, the whole body of the Buddha seemed to be forcibly slammed into the floor of the lobby by an invisible force.
"boom!"
Countless wood chips were blown up, but as soon as they were raised, they seemed to be pressed down by some invisible force and fell on the Buddha.
The Buddha was currently forming the character "大", and a hole in the shape of the character "大" also appeared on the entire wooden floor.
The Buddha clearly felt that when that power descended upon him, all his strength was suppressed, whether it was the witchcraft or the Taoism.
In an instant, Master Buddha felt again the sense of oppression that he had felt in the old house that day.
It's like an ant being stepped on by a giant. It will be crushed to death with just the slightest effort.
Wen Zhengming lowered his head and looked at the Buddha and said, "Do you hear clearly now?"
The Buddha once again felt that sense of oppression that seemed to be a different essence of life, and he suddenly seemed to be completely awake.
"I heard it clearly!"
The Buddha brushed off the sawdust on his body and immediately stood up, as if he had practiced it thousands of times and was extremely skilled.
But the Buddha couldn't contain his shock.
Mr. Fo felt that he had always overestimated Mr. Ming, because he was the most mysterious person he had ever met, just like the lighthouse that the old servant had mentioned.
Although it is not clear behind the fog, its light is enough to illuminate the world.
But now, Mr. Buddha found that he still underestimated Mr. Ming.
It turns out that Wu is the cultivation system he founded.
That's right...only this can explain why those great witches would gather together so respectfully to meet one person.
After all, in the inheritance that the Buddha received, the relationship between the great witches in the wilderness was not harmonious.
But they gathered together to meet Mr. Ming, which shows that Mr. Ming has an extremely high status in their hearts.
But compared to this, the Buddha is more curious about the status of the Great Witch among all the tribes.
But he didn't dare ask.
Man cannot ask God.
Wen Zhengming could see clearly what Master Buddha was thinking, but he had no interest in what Master Buddha was thinking. He just said calmly:
"If there is nothing else, then quickly deal with the things I have asked you to do!"
For Wen Zhengming, the Buddha's purpose of existence was to handle things for him, otherwise the last time he was in that old house would have been his death anniversary.
The Buddha quickly shattered all the thoughts in his mind and said, "There is one more thing I want to ask you, sir."
"explain!"
Wen Zhengming's words were concise and cold.
The Buddha lowered his head, cupped his hands and said, "Regarding the connection between heaven and earth, what do you think, sir?"
Wen Zhengming gave the Buddha a cold look, making his whole body seem frozen.
"You don't need to know this. The Tianditong incident will not affect you. You just need to focus on your work."
"yes!"
The Buddha could feel that Mr. Ming in front of him seemed to know a lot.
But he didn't dare to question.
It seemed that Mr. Ming had no intention of staying here.
Soon, the lights in the villa flickered again.
When the Buddha raised his head, Mr. Ming had disappeared in the villa.
At this time, the old servant came running over from another room after hearing the noise.
As soon as he entered the lobby, the old servant saw the broken lobby floor and the thoughtful look in Master Buddha's eyes. Recalling the flickering lights in the villa before, the old servant asked tentatively:
"Mr. Ming is here?"
"Um!"
The Buddha nodded, and after a moment of silence, he looked at the ancient bronze mirror again and said:
"Help me keep an eye on it. I need to go into the ancient bronze mirror again."
The old servant did not ask why, but just nodded and said:
"good!"
Upon hearing this, Master Buddha took a deep breath and walked to the ancient bronze mirror again, although Mr. Ming had already said that this ancient bronze mirror was of no use and was just a souvenir.
But even if it has no effect on Mr. Ming's level, it may not be useless to him.
Mr. Fo was very clear about how far he was from Mr. Ming.
That is the difference between heaven and earth.
It's like the gods are looking down on the world.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the ancient bronze mirror. Feeling the cold touch on his palm, the Buddha quickly sank his consciousness into the ancient bronze mirror again.
In a space dotted with countless stars, on a huge pale altar, the Buddha glanced at the door behind him. This was the first time he began to look at these things carefully.
Because before, he always set his target on the bronze palace opposite.
But now the bronze hall cannot be entered.
Since he couldn't enter the bronze hall, he needed to try other methods, such as taking a good look at the place now.
"This is definitely not a simple place. After all, if all the great witches in the wilderness are going to gather together, it must be an important place."
The Buddha lowered his head and looked at his feet. There were huge inscriptions on the altar, which were similar to the inscriptions on the bronze mirror. It seemed that they were left by a person.
After taking a look at the altar, the Buddha looked into the distance again.
"Sure enough, this ancient bronze mirror was probably made by a later person. This altar is clearly separated from the bronze hall."
"So these bronze statues were also made later?"
The Buddha was thinking that if he was a latecomer, he would not be stronger than Mr. Ming.
This is probably the reason why the bronze statue's oppression on him was not as strong as Mr. Ming's virtual image.
The Buddha looked at the backs of the bronze statues and said thoughtfully:
"Maybe I should ask Mr. Ming to cancel the phantom."
"Cancel?"
At this time, a voice sounded in this mysterious space.
The Buddha raised his head and saw that the shadow had appeared in front of him at some point.
"Mr. Ming?"
Jin Guang Buddha had guessed many times that Mr. Ming might be able to feel this world through the phantom, but he never thought that Mr. Ming could communicate with him through the phantom.
It seems that Mr. Ming already knew it when he first entered the ancient bronze mirror.
Wen Zhengming's shadow seemed to know all of the Buddha's thoughts.
“I can sense everything here.”
"Although it's just a shadow, it's enough to do a lot of things."
"What on earth is this place?"
The Buddha asked cautiously. He couldn't figure out whether this was a space or just a fictional world in his mind.
After all, he knew that only his spirit had entered this world, and his body was still in the lobby of the villa.
But if this is an illusion, then how do we understand that those great witches came here thousands of years ago?
They must have come here in their real bodies, so that they could leave behind a shadow. If it was just their spiritual thoughts, they would not be able to leave behind a shadow.
Wen Zhengming's shadow looked towards the bronze hall and the countless figures in front of the hall, and said:
"This is the intersection of reality and fantasy, a world constructed with witchcraft."
"All great witches will come here when they receive inheritance, and I will show them the path to the future."
The Buddha asked carefully and softly, "The place of inheritance?"
Only in the place where great wizards were passed down their legacy could so many great wizards gather together.
“That’s not wrong.”
Wen Zhengming withdrew his gaze from the bronze hall and focused it on the Buddha. He said:
"If one day you reach the realm of a great wizard, you will automatically come here even without this ancient bronze mirror."
"What about this ancient bronze mirror?"
The Buddha didn’t quite understand. If that was the case, then what was the ancient bronze mirror?
Why does it lead people's spiritual thoughts here?
"It was built by an ancestor witch. It can be considered a souvenir!"
Wen Zhengming's shadow said calmly:
"All the great witches who had been here in his memory were recorded by him, and those who died were condensed into bronze statues for them."
"It's like a bronze statue made by the living for the dead."
"But you can comprehend the bronze statues here, because they contain all the teachings of the deceased great wizards."
"Of course, this depends on whether you can figure it out."
When Wen Zhengming said this, the shadow had already disappeared in front of the Buddha and returned to the bronze hall, as if it had never moved.
There is still only Buddha in the mysterious space.
The Buddha did not ask again whether he could enter the ancient bronze temple, nor did he ask whether the Great Wizard's transcendent status among all races was due to Mr. Ming.
The Buddha knew that he couldn't ask too many questions, otherwise he would always annoy people.
These bronze statues were already the benefits given to him by Mr. Ming. If he continued to greedily demand more, he would surely bring about his own destruction.
Buddha is a person who knows how to control himself.
He was the only one left in the mysterious space.
But Buddha knew that he had got what he wanted.
The art of witchcraft might be more mysterious than he imagined, and here he could explore these mysteries to his heart's content, including everything that happened after the death of hundreds of great witches. Even if he could only get a part of it, it would be enough to protect himself in this world.
I just don’t know what exactly happened in the wilderness, or what the battle situation was like on Mount Tai.
But according to Mr. Ming, it shouldn't affect him.
"When the sky falls, there will always be someone tall enough to hold it up."
The Buddha sighed, and it was unclear whether he was sighing that he didn't need to reach the sky, or sighing that he didn't even have the qualifications to reach the sky.
After sighing, the Buddha walked towards the bronze statues. This time, he did not avoid the bronze statues, but stretched out his hand and pressed on a bronze statue.
That extremely vicissitudes of life seemed to have come here through eternity and penetrated into the body of the Buddha.
For a moment, the Buddha seemed to have returned to the ancient times when all races were fighting each other.
Endless battles, broken skulls, ancient sacrifices...
Countless images rushed into the Buddha's mind.
"Is it a memory?"
The Buddha felt as if he had become another person, moving step by step towards the position of a great wizard in this pure and vast world.
Countless battle scenes echoed in his mind, and he remembered using the skulls of his most powerful enemies as vessels to offer sacrifices to the great witch.
He remembered that he was pierced through the chest by a sharp blade, but he survived, using his life to buy a chance to survive.
Countless memories, messy yet clear, come flooding in.
………
It was already night when Master Buddha woke up in the lobby of the villa. According to the old servant, he had been standing here for at least a day and a night, or perhaps even longer.
The old servant looked at the Buddha deeply and said:
“Is it sometimes rewarding?”
"It was a great gain, even though I didn't remember all the memories I gained."
The Buddha looked at the rusty bronze mirror and said slowly:
"But it's enough for me to become an immortal."
All the knowledge of a great wizard, this kind of inheritance is far beyond imagination. The Buddha suddenly became curious about what kind of inheritance those who became great wizards received when they came here.
Is it related to the Great Witch’s transcendent status in the wilderness?
This Mr. Ming has too many secrets.
………
Mount Tai was now littered with corpses, and blood had covered almost every part of this ancient mountain.
But this war is far from over.
Countless figures were still rushing out from the bronze door hanging in the air.
Lin Qingsheng was interrogating the Xingtian clan members in a temporary cell under Mount Tai.
The chest of this Xingtian clan member was completely pierced through, and his internal organs could be vaguely seen, but as a transcendent being, he managed to survive with his own powerful life.
"I'll ask again, why do you want to enter the master's room?" Lin Qingsheng's voice was cold and full of chill.
"We are not the only ones who want to enter the master's room."
The Xingtian clan member spat out a mouthful of blood foam and said in a hissing voice with a mocking smile:
"There is no right or wrong in this era. Everyone has to fight for their lives!"
"No one, whether us or you, can be an exception."
"We will win the war in the end!"
As the Xingtian clan member spoke, more blood spilled out, but he didn't care at all, like a complete madman.
This made Lin Qingsheng feel cold in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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