Strange game designer

"Zhang Mingli?" When Gao Ming looked at the statue on the wall for the first time, he seemed to see Zhang Mingli. When this guess emerged in his mind, the fairy air lingering on the statue's face gradually faded, and it seemed to have really become Zhang Mingli.

"The Nine-Story Spiritual Temple was built by Zhang Mingli? I always feel that something is not right."

Gao Ming stood at the door and did not enter immediately. He held Fu Shu's neck and asked in a low voice: "Did you see the god painted on the wall? Who do you think he looks like?"

"I don't know. I can't see clearly." Fu Shu was confused. "I haven't seen the Nine-Layer Spiritual View either. In the original design concept, the Nine-Layer Spiritual View only exists in data simulation. Everything is unknown. You'd better be careful."

Fu Shu couldn't help, so Gao Ming looked at Bai Huang again, and the other party also shook his head.

"That's really strange."

Standing at the gate of Lingguan,

Gao Ming and the flesh and blood ghosts did not sense the slightest bit of evil spirit. All they saw were elegant monks burning incense, brewing tea, arranging flowers, and hanging paintings. Their feathered robes were covered with mist, and the Taoist charm of immortals was evident everywhere.

Uncertainly turning his head, he looked outside the Lingguan. Gao Ming's gaze penetrated the blood rain. He saw the streets filled with rivers of blood and corpses with their eyes open.

Further away, there were more and more curses outside the town. The infant spirits wearing the fur of Wong Tai Sin seemed to want to turn Zhemeng Town into a deadly place.

Comparing the two, the difference between the inside and outside of the spiritual view is so great that it is unbelievable.

"This must be fake, this place must be fake!" Gao Ming reminded himself repeatedly, and entered the Lingguan completely with Fu Shu on his back.

The wooden door behind him was not closed. After Gao Ming entered the spiritual temple, he could still see the outside clearly. His way out was not blocked, but he resisted leaving from the bottom of his heart.

After ordinary spirit temples trick people into entering, they will close the doors and windows and digest the living people by any means necessary. But this ninth-level spirit temple is completely different. It seems that it disdains to do such things. People are free to come and go, and the door is always open.

"It is very confident that the townspeople will not leave after they come in." Fu Shu coughed a few times, and he deliberately used his hoarse voice to break the quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

"With the door open, the people inside the spiritual temple can more clearly compare the difference between the world inside and outside the temple. In the face of danger, exchanging freedom for safety is a very normal choice. The people who built the spiritual temple would not be without these basic common sense." Bai Huang felt much calmer after entering the spiritual temple. She used to worry about the safety of the children and wanted to find them all the time, but in the spiritual temple, her tense nerves finally relaxed after a long time.

Holding the hands of the two water ghost children, Bai Huang seemed to become younger, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes slowly smoothed out.

"I remember that the butcher and Master Tang entered through the same door. How come they didn't fight inside the spiritual temple?" Gao Ming couldn't understand. With the butcher's hot temper, there must have been blood near the north gate.

Gao Ming grabbed a passing monk at random. The man was wearing rags and looked like a townsman who had just entered the Lingguan. However, his expression was extremely pious, as if he had been practicing Taoism for decades. His mind was clear and bright as he was illuminated by the rosy glow of the sunset.

"Donor, what's the matter?"

"What the hell, you came in a few minutes earlier than us, why are you pretending?" Fu Shu seemed to want to destroy the atmosphere in the spiritual temple, and spoke rudely: "Where is the butcher who ran into the spiritual temple before?"

"Zhu Ren has great enlightenment. He has already put down his butcher knife and is about to become an immortal." The townsman made a non-standard seal with his hands, chanted scriptures with a look of yearning, but the next moment he was speechless.

Gao Ming pressed the butcher knife against his neck. The blade cut his skin. The murderous aura and the strong smell of blood were like a starving ghost, desperately trying to drill into his wound.

"Tell me, where did Zhu Ren and Master Tang go?"

"Second floor, go up to the second floor!"

Under the threat of death, the townsman seemed to have broken free from some restraints, his eyes became clear, and fear returned to his face. But in just a few seconds, his expression began to become confused again, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You killed me here and committed a sin of killing. It did not help your cultivation, but instead helped me and brought me one step closer to the Fairy Palace."

"roll!"

Gao Ming kicked harder this time, and the townsman vomited a large mouthful of blood and broke several ribs, but he was still crawling towards Gao Ming.

"Are you looking for death?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, and his heartbeat began to become irregular. This was the flesh and blood ghost reminding him that his current condition was not right, as if he had been hit.

Taking a deep breath, Gao Ming calmed down: "I have become more violent? No, I should be more casual and less willing to be constrained."

Normally, he would never kill anyone casually, but at a certain moment just now, he suddenly felt that killing that annoying townsman was nothing, just like stepping on an ant on the roadside, and it would not cause any impact on him.

"Let's go." Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and walked towards the nearby dining room. The layout of each room was similar, with a tea table, bookcase, futon, and incense burner.

"Where are the people?"

Walking forward along the trail, the air was filled with smoke and the atmosphere became increasingly solemn. Gao Ming saw the statue on the wall slowly turn its body, as if walking in the smoke and sitting on the altar next to the stairs.

The seats below the altar were packed with townspeople wearing worn linen clothes, paper dolls with new skins, Wong Tai Sin with his head lowered, and all kinds of people and ghosts seemed to have put aside their grudges and sat obediently on their own cushions.

"Dear believers, the gate of heaven has been opened, and everyone can ascend to heaven. Don't be impatient or anxious, and don't care too much about anything. The tower has nine floors, but people are equal. Everything outside cannot determine the final result. If you understand it, you understand it, and if you don't, you don't." A voice that was 80% similar to Zhang Mingli's came from the mouth of the blurry statue.

"Master! How can we become enlightened? Many people have already reached the second floor, and even some evil ghosts with dirty blood on their hands have reached the third floor!" The townspeople below the altar kowtowed to the statue. They no longer wanted to live in fear every night, and they also wanted to go to the Fairy Palace.

"Running fast doesn't necessarily mean you've found the right path." The statue waved its fingers gently, and auspicious clouds lifted up the townsman: "You don't have to worship me. Tao follows nature. The true fruit of Tao is in your own bodies."

"In our bodies?"

"Don't be disturbed by distracting thoughts. Calm down and observe your body, understand its needs, and follow the laws of nature. Cultivate the truth. Cultivate means practice, and the truth refers to our true nature. When the body and mind are united, the place where you stand is the Immortal Palace."