Chapter 1558 Whiteheaded Holy Hall

Honma answered the second question much faster.

So much so that his answer appeared almost at the same time as the surrounding changes.

The pure white that was originally empty, melted silently like snow.

This cool transition really complemented the tone of his speech.

Most importantly, after the pure white disappeared, the table of food from before still did not return.

Instead, there was a long table that was only slightly less white and flashed with a strange luster.

Further away, there were chairs, an altar, and a familiar huge emblem in the middle, which was the shape of a ball in Honma's hand.

This empty place where almost everything was the same color was a religious building of neither large nor small.

At a glance, almost every place was permeated with holiness and purity, without filth.

And the most impressive thing was the snow-white curtains that surrounded the entire building and hung down from the dome layer by layer.

Not only does it cover every radial round window, but it even extends all the way inward, falling neatly in a special order, as smooth as silk - or that is silk.

It only takes one glance to confirm that this dreamy and blurred scene is composed of strands of hair that seem to be straightened, all pure white without a trace of color.

It gives people an illusion in a trance, as if a face is leaning over and looking at you gently.

Combined with the solemn declaration of the word "White Head Holy Hall" by Honma, the atmosphere is really exaggerated to the extreme.

"Really good."

Such a wonderful scene, even Fu Qian praised it out loud for a while.

In addition to asking questions, of course, he gestured to Ji Liushuang to lift the Sword Prison of the Heart.

It's just that I didn't expect the two to cooperate so well.

The reason for doing this is very simple. Just when Honma's ecstasy accumulated to the limit and answered the first question out loud, Fu Qian realized that outside the Sword Prison, this dream with him as the core was also quietly changing.

It's just like what I did just now. Due to the limitation of the Sword Prison of Heart, it can't be reflected for a while.

...

White Head Holy Hall?

The effect is so good that it can be said to be a pleasant surprise.

No wonder people say that great strength can make miracles happen.

The venue was suddenly changed. In the shocking scene in front of him, the air was quite quiet for a while.

While admiring the special architectural style, Fu Qian was also very satisfied with this change.

The original plan was to create ecstasy that climbed to the limit through various conditions, and then observe what effect the finger ball has in such extreme circumstances.

The result is not only suspected to help Honma surpass himself, but also actively end the endless joy brought by moderation, and even directly project such a special place under high-intensity support.

Is this what I saw after holding the ball, which calmed down the ecstasy furnaces?

At first glance, it is very reasonable.

In such a holy and flawless place, just glimpsing a ray of glory in the subconscious mind can get some spiritual cleansing, right?

But in this case, an interesting question arises-why is it better for more serious situations?

The parent who bravely reported the underground gathering could breed such anger, which was enough to show his concern for his daughter.

In this situation, if there is any improvement, it is likely that he will not escape his observation.

Just like only saving the destined people, only saving the guilty?

Is the realm a little too high?

"Is it here?"

While sighing, Fu Qian did not forget to confirm with Honma.

"It's here."

In almost the same tone as before, Honma brother, who was looking around, had no trace of the distortion on his face that seemed to be struggling out.

...

"You can see this when you first touch this ball?"

Fu Qian was obviously very interested in Honma's wonderful temperament change, and asked with a smile for a while.

"No... Even just now, I only saw the picture vaguely..."

Looking at the huge emblem, Honma's voice sounded a little ethereal, as if he had gradually merged into this place.

"As for earlier... I could only feel a little bit, and I'm not even sure if I really saw it..."

"But now I'm sure... This is a truly noble sanctuary, just like the name that appeared in my consciousness..."

Noble, this statement seems hard to refute.

Without interrupting Honma's narration, Fu Qian even used it as a narration, observing and evaluating the place in front of him again.

This place is undoubtedly of high rank. Even if it is just a projection, when I am already at the second level, I seem to be assimilated by that holiness, and I can't help but want to immerse myself in the tranquility of the desire melting away.

From this aspect, the effect of the finger ball seems to become more reasonable.

Although the rank itself is not high, just looking at the shape, you can tell that there is a certain connection with this place.

When the ecstatic people hold it in their hands, even a trace of undetectable connection should still help melt their boiling joy.

Even combined with the previous questions, if this White Head Holy Hall really only saves sinners, that is, the heavier the desire, the more it will be affected.

Then, as a talented person among the ecstatic people, Honma's desire expanded to the limit of his tolerance under his own pressure, which in turn stimulated more responses from the Temple, and even materialized directly in his dreams. The process seems to be more reasonable.

But this will lead to another problem - curb the desire for joy and attack the ecstatic people.

Except for the title of the White-haired Holy Hall, I stand on the shoulders of the giant Professor Chang. After deepening the plan, the conclusion I draw does not seem to be fundamentally different from hers?

This thing seems not only not dangerous, but also beneficial to improving the level of spiritual civilization?

It will be difficult to write a report after returning.

"Student Liushuang, what do you think?"

Fu Qian, who did not forget the purpose of this trip, kicked the question to the assistant very smoothly.

"Here..."

It's just that this time, the assistant's reaction is slower than usual.

Even after coming out of the Sword Prison of Questioning Heart, Ji Liushuang has been silent, and the voice of her muttering next is also stained with a bit of emptiness.

She has a clear sword heart and her perception is clear and transparent. Once she enters such a place, she has a faint obsession that has disappeared and the four elements are empty.

"...something is wrong."

However, as she tried to look away and look at Fu Qian's face, she finally took a deep breath and shook her head, forcing herself to reject the freedom of being free from worries.

"Why?"

"You told me to seek clarity in the turbidity, not to make yourself clear." (End of this chapter)