Chapter 848 Finale 27
Zhou Jing raised his hand and gently covered his chest. Although it was such an absurd and bizarre thing, except for his slightly faster heartbeat, he felt peaceful and calm deep down in his heart.
"What's in there?"
Quan Jiu: "You'll know once you get in."
The two men pushed the door open and walked in. Quan Jiu finally got a glimpse of the entire ancestral hall. Above the tribute platform filled with incense, candles, and fruit plates, black tablets were arranged like a pyramid, and at the top of the pyramid was a colorful statue of a god.
The statue sits cross-legged, with a white beard and a smile like a Maitreya Buddha.
Seeing her staring at the stone statue, Zhou Jing took the initiative to explain to her:
"The Zhou family rose to prominence during a famine. Legend has it that the Zhou ancestor, starving, once shared half of his steamed bun with an elderly man on the verge of starvation in a dilapidated temple. Two years later, the ancestor accidentally learned that the elderly man had died. Passing by the dilapidated temple, he revisited it, only to find that the temple had vanished, replaced by a newly built land temple. The land god there bore a resemblance to the old man..."
This story has been passed down from generation to generation for more than two hundred years, and no one knows how many versions it has undergone. By the time of Zhou Jing's generation, no one believed that this was a true story and they just treated it as a story.
Zhou Jing: "Strangely enough, since then, our ancestors have had a smooth career and continuous good fortune. During several turbulent reforms, the Zhou family was not only unaffected, but instead turned a disaster into a blessing, and developed rapidly."
The ancestors attributed all their good fortune to the God of Land, so they specially ordered people to carve a statue of the god and place it in the Zhou family ancestral hall to worship day and night.
Quan Jiu stared at the stone statue without saying a word. There were very few true gods in this world. The Earth God, who was considered a god by the Zhou family's ancestors, was nothing more than a wandering immortal.
Quan Jiu: "It must be that your ancestors helped this immortal when he was in the world and going through trials and tribulations. After he achieved perfection in his cultivation, he came back to repay his kindness."
This statement sounded mysterious, but Zhou Jing found it hard not to believe it, simply because a wisp of black mist suddenly flashed across the stone statue.
Almost instinctively, he raised his long arms and clenched his five fingers. The expected evil spirit did not appear, but a deep and terrifying pressure still poured out from Zhou Jing. The monster that was originally hiding in the stone statue could no longer hide. It separated from the stone statue and knelt at the feet of the two men with a thud.
"My lord, have mercy on me, my lord, have mercy on me!"
The little monster looked strange, with two horns but only one eye. He kowtowed madly, wishing he could break his forehead.
Quan Jiu didn't even look at the monster. When the pressure emanated from Zhou Jing, she locked her eyes on him.
The last time he felt this familiar pressure was in Scar of Sky. He sacrificed all the evil spirit in his body and killed the nightmare, but he also ended up with his soul torn apart.
The words spoken by the tower spirit of the Tower of Babel are still ringing in my ears:
"He should have been completely destroyed and exterminated from the six realms, but because of his special physique and obsessive thoughts, he managed to carve out a ray of hope in this desperate situation."
The powers within Feng Zui's body were numerous and complex. He ascended to become a god, originally a divine body, but now he was burdened with demonic energy. Later, he subdued the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, which possessed the power to annihilate the world. The demonic energy and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder began to compete for control of his body... Later, Quan Jiu's Red Lotus Spirit also entered his spiritual palace...
The four most powerful forces in the world all exist in his body. By some strange coincidence, when his soul was about to be scattered, a trace of his soul was left for him.
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