After entering the Junzi Inn, everyone took a short rest, and Wen Yu suggested going out for fun.
He bought a map of Star City.
On the map, some key buildings, such as Lingshizhai, inn, combat skill hall, bounty pavilion, brothel, etc., are marked.
"Jing Xiao, let's go to Haotian Temple." Mingxuan suggested.
Haotian Temple is a place dedicated to Haotian, the creator god.
Wang Jingzhu has a realm registration card and knows that this realm is called Hao realm.
The statement that Haotian is the creator god of this world is very credible.
In this world, going to Haotian Temple and worshiping Haotian is a major ritual that every cultivator must perform once in his life.
However, there are not many Haotian Temples on this continent.
There is no such thing as Tianlan Road.
Not everyone has the opportunity to worship at Haotian Temple.
This makes it seem that this opportunity to visit Haotian Temple is rare. Not only does Guangming want to go, but all the Wentian Sect disciples are eager to go.
From the map, Haotian Temple is located on the east side of the imperial city.
The Cloud-Taking carriage was brought out again. In the car, there was Elder Huixin. There were more people flying with swords outside the car than Wen Yu and other disciples.
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In the center of the huge square stands a blue-black palace.
The large plaque on the temple has the words "Haotian Temple" written on it.
The temple door was closed and no one was guarding it, and no one jumped out to collect the tickets.
On the left side of the gate, there was a long queue of five people. Everyone in the queue stood up straight and looked extremely solemn. No one was playing or joking, and no one was whispering.
People in line walked up the steps one by one, walked to the gate, knelt down and kowtow three times, stood up, walked down the steps on the right side of the gate, and left.
in Apple pie order.
Mingxuan was disappointed. "Ah? You can only watch the scenery outside! I thought I could go in and pay my respects."
Everyone nodded silently.
"Those who are destined will meet Haotian." Wen Yu said. "I have inquired about it. There is a special thing about paying respects to Haotian. Go in silence and return in silence. Even if you are destined to meet Haotian, even if you are given the opportunity by Haotian, you must not tell it to your mouth."
Xing'an twirled his beard, pondered for a moment, and said, "I really can't say it. I have no chance to meet Haotian. How embarrassing is it? How embarrassing to say it? If I get the chance, if I tell it, wouldn't it be openly calling for people to rob it? It can't be said. ”
Huixin said: "Go and line up, behave yourself, don't lose our sect's face. Miss Wang, you line up in the middle."
Wang Jingzhu has no objection. All the Tianzong disciples who asked questions agreed in unison, "Yes."
Everyone goes to line up.
Xiao Zian and Chu Yue also lined up.
In front of Haotian, there is no distinction between master and servant, high or low, they are all Haotian's people.
The line was long but moving quickly.
No one stalls or delays.
Everyone moved forward neatly, kowtowed, stood up, and left.
After waiting in line for half an hour, it was Wang Jingzhu's turn.
Wang Jingzhu strode up the steps, faced the gate of Haotian Temple, knelt down on the futon and kowtowed.
? Before he could knock his head down, his body was lifted up by a breeze.
The futon underfoot disappeared, and the ground changed from blue-black stone slabs to green grass.
Haotian Temple is gone.
Wang Jingzhu found herself by the Lanxi Spring in Xinghua County, throwing a ball with a bald child.
The child was born extremely beautiful, with eyes as bright as the stars and the sea, but he did not speak or smile, and had no childlike innocence.
Wang Jingzhu threw the ball to him, and he mechanically threw it back to Wang Jingzhu. Wang Jingzhu threw it over again, and he threw the ball back to Wang Jingzhu.
And so on.
"Tianhao, are you hungry?" Wang Jingzhu asked the child after getting tired of throwing the ball.
The child who was called "Tianhao" did not say anything and still mechanically threw the ball back to Wang Jingzhu.
Wang Jingzhu caught the ball, stopped throwing it, ran a few steps, reached Tianhao's side, held his little hand, and said, "Let's go, aunt will take you to eat delicious food. What do you want to eat? Ice cream or grilled wings?" Or rather, I want both.”
Tianhao didn't say anything and let Wang Jingzhu lead him away.
One big and one small, the big one walks cheerfully like a child; the little one walks steadily like an old man.
As we walked, we became a landscape.
Wang Jingzhu, who was watching the scenery in the distance, ran over and did not catch up with the two people, but instead ran into a sea of fire.
In the sea of fire, his father Wang Guoyu and mother Sun Weihong both became burning people.
The father was shouting: "Zhuzhu, run! Run, don't come in!"
Wang Jingzhu cried and wanted to run into the sea of fire, but a small hand held her tightly, and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she tried.
Obviously Wang Jingzhu and Tianhao were also standing in the fire, but they had magical power to resist the flames.
All the flames avoided the two people.
"Tianhao, save them! Save my parents!" Wang Jingzhu knelt down on one knee, holding the two small hands of the bald child tightly with both hands, shaking them and begging.
The bald child was stunned, staring with a pair of bright eyes, but there was no change in his expression.
"Tianhao, help auntie, okay? You god, you are omnipotent! Please!" Wang Jingzhu bent her legs and knelt in front of the child, crying bitterly.
The child was like a stone sculpture, motionless. He just held Wang Jingzhu's hand tightly and refused to let her leave.
It's a hellish scene.
Wang Jingzhu howled miserably as she watched her relatives struggling in the sea of fire. Father, mother, brother, Su Li, Yihang, Uncle Su, Master Liu Zhu... they were all being burned alive.
The bald child had a divine light falling on him, protecting Wang Jingzhu, but it only protected Wang Jingzhu and did not do anything else.
"Tianhao, you are a fool! You are a fool!" Wang Jingzhu's sadness turned into anger, pretending to be crazy. "Xiao Xian—Xiao Xian—come back quickly, come back quickly and save everyone—"
No matter how frantically she screamed, the only sound that echoed her was the beep-bop-bop sound of burning flames.
The screams of relatives gradually became inaudible.
Wang Jingzhu also calmed down. Two lines of bloody tears burst out from her eyes. "Tianhao, I don't blame you. Xiaoxian told me that you were once one of the greatest creation gods in the world. In order to save all worlds, you were seriously injured, but you were chased by many evil gods, and finally fell. This is the end of the separation of soul and body. You have lost your soul and your mind."
"You are just a body without a soul. I can't blame you for not saving me."
"However, from today on, you will be sane. I will give you the memories of my three lives, and I will give you all the power of my soul."
As soon as the words fell, Wang Jingzhu exploded on the spot, her body turned into a rain of blood, and her sea of consciousness turned into a ball of light.
The light ball carried Wang Jingzhu's will and penetrated into the forehead of the bald trumpet...
The picture was once again frozen into a landscape painting. Only the ball of light flew out of the painting, traveled through countless time and space, and landed in Wang Jingzhu's hands.
In Wang Jingzhu's vision, it was himself in the painting. When he blew himself up, he handed a ball of light to himself through the air.
Wang Jingzhu did not look at the ball of light in his hand, but only looked at the sea of fire in the painting and the bald child in the sea of fire.
The bald child had his back to her. The flames could not burn him, and the blood rain could not touch him.
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