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"This is the seventh floor. Just look up and you can see the seventh floor of the Immortal Palace!"

There was excitement in the monk's words. He didn't have the temperament of a master who had attained enlightenment, but he climbed all the way to the seventh floor.

"What you said is the same as saying nothing. People on other floors can also see the false mirage if they look up." Gao Ming asked the flesh and blood ghost to restore his head first. He needed constant observation and more communication.

"It's different." The monk said mysteriously, "On this level, someone really saw the immortals in the Immortal Palace!"

"Immortal?" The wound on Gao Ming's neck was torn open, so he simply gave up on treating that part: "Any figure that appears in the Immortal Palace must be an immortal."

"Not long ago, a jade building in the Immortal Palace collapsed with a loud noise. The ascended person pointed at the Immortal Palace and trembled. He shouted loudly, but no one could hear his voice. Later, he used these stones to carve the appearance of the true immortal he saw. He erected a monument for the true immortal and enjoyed infinite merits. After the Immortal Palace returned to normal, mist and haze wrapped him up to the sky and sucked him into the Immortal Palace." The cultivator's mind was full of things related to becoming an immortal.

"What does the stone sculpture of a real immortal look like? What does an immortal look like?" Gao Ming asked, but the cultivator couldn't describe it. He hesitated for a long time and then stopped.

"arrive."

"Where are we?"

"My stone archway." The monk pushed open the wooden door and entered a small courtyard. Seeing that there was no one around, he put Gao Ming down and covered the tattered roof with straw and rags: "You can rest here for a while."

The monk suddenly became busy, running in and out, digging a hole in the yard to make a fire, and dragging out the largest pot from under the bed.

He lit the firewood and boiled water in a pot. When everything was almost ready, he entered the shabby house again with an extremely grateful heart and took off the Taoist robe that was still on Gao Ming.

"Thank you, Brother Taoist, for the opportunity you've given me! When I become an immortal, I will definitely build a temple and a monument for you!" The monk first bowed to Gao Ming, and as if he still felt a little guilty, he knelt on the ground again and kowtowed nine times to Gao Ming.

Gao Ming already felt that something was wrong, and the other party being so "polite" made him even more uneasy: "Wait! Listen to me first!"

With a clang, the monk took out a chisel and a rusty kitchen knife from his waist. "Even the biggest pot at home can't hold all of you, Brother Dao, I'm sorry! After I finish eating you, I will put all your bones together and bury you together!"

"The glow is poison! It's not an opportunity. You've all been deceived!" Gao Ming's forehead was covered with blood and sweat. "Becoming an immortal is an illusion. The Immortal Palace doesn't exist!"

"Brother Daoist, my heart is firm, you can't deceive me." The monk stared at the glow in Gao Ming's wound, his eyes reddened: "If the immortal glow enters my body, even if you are a stone, I will grind you into pieces and eat you!"

"Then I'll just have to eat it raw."

"I am a human like you!" Gao Ming's mind flashed to the townsman on the second floor who succeeded in refining medicine. In the end, he was eaten without leaving any residue. Now Gao Ming could only make up a story according to the cultivator's meaning: "You can't obtain the Xiaguang by eating, but I do know the method of becoming an immortal. You and I are predestined, so I can tell you."

The chisel hovered on Gao Ming's temple. The monk himself was somewhat reluctant to eat his fellow Taoist. It could be said that human nature made him stop. "Are you serious?"

"I fell from the ninth floor, and I was only one step away from becoming an immortal. Now I am useless, but I can help you become an immortal. I just need you to do three things for me after you become an immortal." Gao Ming spoke slowly, as if he had thought it over carefully. "If you don't become an immortal, you won't be able to avenge me, so I will do my best to help you!"

The monk did not move the chisel, but kept the original action. His pupils trembled slightly. After a few breaths, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe you unless you can help me carve a statue with immortal charm! You fell from the ninth floor and are closer to the Immortal Palace. You must have seen a real immortal. If I carve according to your instructions, the Immortal Palace will definitely take me in."

The monk fell into madness as he spoke, immersed in some kind of fantasy of his own, as if all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were waving at him.

"No problem, but before that, you need to take me to see the works left by the monk who ascended to heaven in broad daylight." Gao Ming agreed decisively. The flesh and blood ghosts were helping him to reshape his body, and there was also a rosy glow in his body that was messing with it. He needed time.

Half an incense stick later, Gao Ming was covered with a brand new Taoist robe, and the monk carried him to the center of the seventh floor.

Various gods were painted on the walls of the first and second floors, while the walls of the seventh floor were made entirely of cracked rocks. In the center stood a stone statue several meters high, with all sorts of strange carvings scattered around it.

“Everything that can be piled here has caused unusual movements in the Immortal Palace.” The monk spoke in a low voice, for fear of attracting other people’s attention.

"The largest stone statue in the middle was carved by the one who ascended?" Gao Ming focused his attention on the tallest stone sculpture, but he couldn't see the face of the person clearly. It was blurry, and the more he looked, the more he thought it looked like Zhang Mingli.

"No, the stone sculpture in the middle has been standing in the center of the seventh floor from the beginning. No one knows who left it there, and no one can see clearly what the stone sculpture really looks like." The monk carried Gao Ming to the foot of the tallest stone sculpture in the middle. Looking down at it, there was a half-meter-high stone sculpture.

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The tools used by the sculptor are very simple, but his skills are superb, and he can carve lifelike objects out of the most ordinary stones.

"What is this?" Gao Ming couldn't believe his eyes. The person who ascended to heaven actually carved an old night watchman!

That's right. The old night watchman had a gong and a clepsydra hanging around his waist. He grabbed all the incense sticks around his neck in his hands and put his palms together as if he was offering a sacrifice. Behind him, tablets fell down one by one, and on the ground lay a half-scaled black snake tail.

“Is this the immortal that the ascended people saw?”

"Um."

Gao Ming is not like those blind believers. He doesn't believe that there are really immortals in the spiritual temple. The stone carving directly helps him confirm this point.

"The night watchman appeared in the fairy palace and cut off the snake's tail. There happened to be a loud noise in the fairy palace just now. It is very likely that the night watchman was fighting with something in the spiritual temple!" Gao Ming was the last one to enter the spiritual temple. He saw with his own eyes that the Water Dragon King climbed up the outer wall of the spiritual temple, preparing to shed his skin and transform into a dragon in Zhemeng Town.

“The cultivator on the seventh floor was led into the Immortal Palace not because he carved out a ‘true immortal’, but because he accidentally glimpsed the scene inside the Immortal Palace and saw things he shouldn’t have seen.” Gao Ming himself had been led by the rosy glow before and almost “ascended” to it, so he was very clear about the methods of those “immortals” in the spiritual temple.