The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 764: The Heart of the Fetal God (Thirty) (Two in One)

The shrine was filled with misty smoke. The butter lamps placed in the front were burning something, emitting a burnt smell. Countless faces of pain seemed to be jumping in the lamplight.

The faint light also illuminates the murals on the wall with kind eyes and red-robed masters. The lifelike murals tell the story of the great achievements made by Master Baoquan on the Chagan grassland.

A thin figure was kneeling in front, trembling all over.

Looking back at Danjin, Yueya and Liu Sheng, his face was full of tears.

But he could no longer speak.

There was only silent fear in his eyes.

However, just as he turned around, an invisible whip hit him, pressing him so hard that he couldn't raise his head. A cold voice rang out, "Don't be distracted!"

Baosheng could only turn his head back sobbing and recite scriptures to the statue in front of him, but his whole body and voice were trembling, and he was obviously terrified.

When Liu Sheng and the others looked at the statue enshrined in the shrine, they understood why Baosheng was so afraid.

It was a statue that was exactly the same as the phantom, or rather, it was more like a ghostly statue.

The statue is mainly composed of a head with a compassionate and peaceful face, and it is impossible to tell the gender.

And on the neck below this head, there hung a bunch of wrinkled and shriveled heads, all with their eyes closed and distorted faces, as if they were enduring endless pain.

Just by looking at it like this, Danjin and Yueya were both shaken for a moment, especially the red shadow behind Yueya, who was trembling uneasily, not knowing whether it was out of fear or excitement.

As soon as Bianba entered the temple, he stumbled towards the statue like a madman.

He walked to the shrine, knelt down, lowered his head, took his head off his neck, and slowly placed it on the altar.

His body slowly climbed up to the shrine, with his arms raised high up, merging with those arms, and his body curled up into a ball and turned into a mandala flower seat below.

Then, the hands picked up Ba's head on the altar, and as if sucking essence, the head quickly shrank into a ball, and was finally put into the necklace.

Baosheng was trembling even more, but he didn't dare to move his eyes away. He could only stare with his eyes wide open, but the sound of chanting had stopped unconsciously.

The hands above slowly touched his head, and sounds came from those heads, overlapping to form a strange echo.

"You are such a timid kid. You are even worse than this little girl, who is younger than you."

Baosheng felt the hair on the top of his head being pulled hard, and he was instantly lifted up as if frozen, even the trembling of fear solidified.

"You won't hurt him." Liu Sheng said.

The voice pierced through those cracked faces, with a hint of sarcasm:
"Oh? How do you know?"

The hands put Baosheng down, gently stroked his hair, and then slowly retracted.

Just like treating your own children.

Perhaps in a sense, Baosheng is indeed his child.

At least Baosheng's grandfather and father have merged into one and become part of this statue.

Liu Sheng said: "Because you need him, you need to return to the snow mountain in the name of Baosheng."

"Haha, you figured it out."

The statue chuckled softly, echoing throughout the temple.

Liu Sheng's tone remained calm: "Your deadline is coming, but you are still a long way from a breakthrough, so you have to find a way to continue living."

"You are indeed a smart kid." The statue smiled lightly, and said in a playful tone, "Well, maybe you are not a little kid."

The laughter still echoed, but it gradually became harsher.

"But I don't understand. You are a spiritual fetus and a believer in the fetus god. Why do you choose this path?" Liu Sheng asked softly, "According to the doctrine, the end of your life is not the end. You will usher in reincarnation. Why do you insist on longevity? Even..."

"Become a god on your own at all costs!"

Following Liu Sheng's question, the laughter finally stopped.

"Oh, you figured it out." The statue's voice was cold, "But... you don't know anything."

"Yes, I don't know how your ritual started, nor do I know what the principle is, but I know..." Liu Sheng said slowly, "In the beginning, you may not have had any other intentions when you asked the villagers to raise sheep. But later, you used the stolen sheep to make every household use your spell, and that's when your plan began."

"You make it so that people can't grow food and can only graze, causing more people to fall into your trap."

Liu Sheng's voice became colder and colder.

"Food shortages, sheep lost, every loss is the rise of your believers. What you need is despair. Only in despair will people be willing to give everything."

"But you are very picky, you only want those that are useful to you."

What Liu Sheng was talking about were those villagers in the village who had grown goat horns and eventually became puppets in his hands.

"And those useless creatures can only become tools for you to use to create more useful believers. Unfortunately, this has not been achieved yet. Perhaps your ability is not enough, your faith is not enough, and the ritual is not perfect enough..."

What Liu Sheng said made the statue in front of them very surprised and full of admiration, but made Danjin and Yueya clench their fists.

"You are indeed a smart kid."

The statue said, and satisfied smiles appeared on all the faces, and then suddenly subsided and became gloomy. Even the butter lamps began to flicker, as if some inexplicable power was fluctuating violently.

"But why are you asking?"

"You are obviously just like me, full of disdain for this damn fetal god, otherwise why would you do so many things?"

"Reincarnation, rebirth, it's all lies!"

"Death is death, life is life, there is no afterlife! I only want this life!"

As these words were spoken, thunder suddenly sounded above the temple. The sudden wind blew into the temple, the prayer wheels were blown by the wind and made a clanging sound, and the butter lamps flickered.

Loud bangs exploded, shaking the ground slightly, but it seemed as if something blocked the thunder, and the sound only echoed muffledly in the temple.

The statue continued to sneer: "Do you think I can't see it? You also want to rebel against this destiny, so you do these things and want to seize the faith of this land."

"After all, isn't the path you're taking the same as mine?"

Liu Sheng raised his head and looked deeply at the gradually distorted statue.

She did not deny or respond, but just said calmly:
"That's why you want to get rid of us, because you have seen that we will stand in your way."

The statue's tone suddenly became low, as if recalling something: "Of course, I didn't realize it at first, so I regret not getting rid of you at the beginning."

He seemed to have some regrets. "But now, it doesn't matter. Since you came in by yourselves, then..."

"Then stay!"

With this loud shout, the entire temple seemed to come alive. The gilded prayer wheel suddenly burst, emitting thousands of golden spells that turned into wriggling insects and spread from all directions.

The murals on the wall seemed to come alive. The originally kind-looking master walked out from them with a grim smile and attacked Liu Sheng and the others one by one.

At the same time, the prayer flags that were originally hung seemed to have life, twisting like countless snakes, entwining around them one by one, trapping them and making them unable to resist.

Liu Sheng also shouted, "Do it!" The red shadow on the crescent moon's back could not wait to shoot out, carrying with it the anger towards this high and mighty god and master. Red lines burned on the ground, and wherever blood flowed, lotus flowers bloomed.

The blood-red lotus, carrying with it the resentment, unwillingness and pain of not getting what it wanted, spread over the murals, tearing them apart and bringing with it cries of pain.

The masters who walked down from the mural had their bodies torn apart by the lotus and retreated back to the mural in horror, but only mottled and fallen colored fragments remained.

The mantras and prayer flags were lashed into pieces by the lightning whips, and finally turned into golden rain and red flowers that fell from the sky.

At this moment, the statue's low roar shook the surroundings, and the figure on the Mandala throne below slowly climbed down from the shrine. The headless figure staggered towards them.

Crescent Moon swept his cane, emitting a flash of cold light that blocked the figures for a moment.

The statue sneered: "Oh, your little thing is just a common item on the snowy mountain. It won't do anything..."

However, before he could finish his words, they were pressed into the throats of those heads.

I saw the cold light that shot into my body suddenly exploded inside my body, and blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

The flesh and blood originally wanted to wriggle and flow into the temple, but was completely absorbed by the red vines, blooming into more flowers filled with resentment. It originally wanted to grow into the shape of a mandala flower, but was forcibly twisted into a lotus, becoming extremely weird.

Seeing that its own Mandala throne was solved so easily, the statue finally became furious.

Heads flew out from the neck, but were whipped by lightning and bounced away from the eyes.

The small tentacle swept across again, and all the butter lamps went out instantly, the aroma of incense dissipated, and the smell of blood could no longer be covered up.

In the darkness, the trembling Baosheng was embraced by the small tentacles from behind, interrupting the secret connection between him and the statue.

This completely angered the statue.

However, before the statue could fight back, Liu Sheng's small tentacles turned into a giant, and he used his hands to pull the statue of Master Baoquan off the shrine.

But the statue seemed to be firmly fixed on the shrine.

So the little tentacle changed its strategy and went deeper into the statue.

But the arms of the statue were not vegetarians either. They held magical weapons and attacked the small tentacles. The golden bracelets emitted a bloody light, the golden bottles flowed, and the swords were waved. The small tentacles could not get close for a while.

Fortunately, Danjin and Yueya were there to monitor the situation. Lightning whips and bloody shadows intertwined and violently attacked the statue.

For a moment, the two sides were in a stalemate.

Master Baoquan felt deeply humiliated as he had not expected to find himself in a stalemate with two women and a one-year-old child. So, in a rage, a huge circle of ritual unfolded, covering the temple.

Shadows of human-sheep appeared in the sky, but when the statue tried to pull it down, it pulled on bright red chains.

Gombazonska's cold voice suddenly sounded.

"These are all mine..."

"Remember, your price has not yet been paid."

The statue was furious, but could only watch the man-goat being lifted away by the bloody chains.

Fortunately, the ritual still exists, which means that the luck and lifeblood of all the villagers are connected to the Baoquan Temple, and they can always find power to devour.

So, in Bai Village and many other villages, the shadows overlapped with the sacred temple, and human figures suddenly appeared in this huge ceremony.

These villages originally had a protected relationship with Baoquan Temple, and therefore were also included in the rituals of Master Baoquan.

But it is visible to the naked eye that the little bit of faith from Baicun seems to be disappearing.

This made Master Baoquan very angry.

However, at this moment, a little green light suddenly appeared in the ceremony, carrying enormous energy.

However, the emergence of this energy excluded the power of other villages, leaving only this energy.

But Master Baoquan was forced into a corner and had no time to think so much. He just couldn't wait to absorb the energy.

Finally, as he absorbed more energy, his strength grew stronger and stronger, his body grew larger and larger, and he gradually merged with the spirit temple...

Dan Jin was bounced away by the fingers, but fortunately he was held by the tentacles.

The cold light of the crescent moon was counterattacked and finally hit his body. Fortunately, the bloody figure behind him suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked all the attacks.

The huge statue tried to catch Liu Sheng, but Liu Sheng relied on her small tentacles to move around, but gradually, her tentacles seemed to be entangled by the endless passage.

The entire temple slowly turned into a huge circular passage, covered with pink mucus, wrinkles and fluff.

The tentacles were entangled in these passages and were squirming to an unknown place. Liu Sheng went downstream and actually saw another temple. In the small shrine sat a meat-like statue of god, with a few pieces of meat as offerings, and blood rising from it.

There is a small plaque on it with the words "Wuzang Temple" written on it.

The flesh-ball statue smiled at Liu Sheng with a smug look on its face: "Finally... I caught you!"

The squirming walls exuded mucus, which rapidly dissolved Liu Sheng's small tentacles. The small tentacles were really dissolved bit by bit.

Although Liu Sheng still had small tentacles wrapped around it for protection, its surface was gradually worn away and turned into a liquid, floating down the flesh-colored pipe...

The deity outside is happy.

By devouring this spiritual fetus, he will be able to gain an additional level of power.

That’s right, he could already confirm that this was the spiritual fetus.

His aptitude is even better than his own, and even better than that of his dull disciple Baosheng.

As long as he swallows it, it becomes his.

Isn't it normal for fetuses to devour each other?
He was reveling in the power he was about to gain when he suddenly sneezed.

There is something in my nose, it itches.

There also seems to be an itch in the throat.

Then on to the body...

At first, he didn't feel anything was wrong, but gradually, Master Baoquan couldn't help but scratch the back of his neck and found that his hands were sticky with green liquid and half a vegetable leaf.

He sneezed again, and mushrooms popped out.

He knew something was wrong, but there was a lot growing inside him.

In the corners of the entire shrine, fungi and plants suddenly grew wildly. The vitality surged like a tide, instantly covering every gap, gradually tearing apart the adhesion between the bricks, and the tiles were shattered by the vines.

Master Baoquan sobbed in his throat—the flesh-colored mushroom caps pushed open his nostrils and barley seedlings popped out from between his teeth.

He could only make vague mumbling sounds, but gradually, these sounds disappeared. The chanterelles that had emerged from his ear canal were filled with juice, and he could no longer hear anything.

The entire statue is developing towards a strange shape, with mushrooms, handfuls of wheat ears... countless lives are constantly sprouting, growing, maturing, and withering, over and over again. The shape of the statue becomes distorted and swollen, and finally the twisted golden body and the master's remains are twisted into a wriggling mountain and field.

Master Baoquan was still sobbing and struggling.

But he was completely occupied by the plant roots and sticky hyphae. He was unable to move, and everything in front of him was dark. All his vitality was absorbed by these creatures.