Weird Cultivation, I have a five-organ temple

Chapter 316 Weird Brand

"This temple existed before the Witch Academy was established. It is a relic left behind by the secret realm. The shrine in the temple contains traces of divine thoughts. As long as your spirituality is high enough, you can hear the divine voice after burning incense."

The teacher in charge of the test wore a three-eyed Nuo mask so that his true appearance could not be seen.

As he spoke, the Nuo mask teacher led Shang Lu and the other four people across the broken threshold and into the temple.

The temple is not very large. From the outside, it looks dilapidated and run-down. Once you go inside, the feeling of dilapidation becomes even more obvious.

Even the roof of the temple was covered with holes.

The sunlight shone through these holes, illuminating the space inside the temple and also revealing countless swirling dust.

At this moment, no one cares about this.

Shang Lu and the others focused their attention on the Nuomian teacher, listening to everything he said, fearing that they would miss something and affect the test.

The Nuo mask teacher did not wave his hands to cast a spell to disperse the dust around.

It's not that he didn't want to, but witchcraft should not be used lightly in the temple.

Even though he is a teacher in the witch academy, he has to abide by this rule.

Otherwise, if the rules of the monastery do not punish, the temple will also impose punishment.

The Nuomian teacher led Shanglu and the other five people straight to the shrine in the temple and explained the various rules of the test one by one:

"If you don't hear the divine voice later, it means that your spirituality is not high enough, and you can hardly master the art of communicating with the gods, let alone establish a connection with the gods. It is best to give up the idea of ​​practicing Nuo witchcraft as soon as possible, so as not to waste time and energy, but end up with nothing."

“If you hear the divine language, you must immediately activate the meditation mantra you learned in the previous classes, focus your mind on the spiritual platform, stay awake, and avoid being polluted by the chaotic divine language.

The divine language in the temple is already very lightly polluted. If you can't even resist this, don't practice the way of Nuo witches, switch to learning other schools.

Remember, if anyone's mind or body is in chaos or abnormality, you must leave the temple immediately and never force yourself to do it. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences yourself!"

After finishing the instructions, the Nuo mask teacher stood in front of the tall shrine. He did not burn incense, but just bowed.

Then he turned around, glanced at Shang Lu and the other five with a cold gaze through his mask, and asked, "Did you remember what I said?"

"Remember it clearly."

Shang Lu and his four fellow brothers and sisters responded in unison, while curiously looking at the shrine in front of them.

The shrine is huge and covers the entire wall.

Because they are so old, the colors of many statues in the shrine have faded, but the exquisite craftsmanship can still be seen.

Each statue is lifelike, as if it were a living creature, and its eyeballs can even follow the movement of the people.

These statues all over the wall, each one looks very strange.

Or they have hideous faces and bared teeth like evil spirits.

Or they are simply inhuman monsters with strange shapes.

Countless ghosts and gods lined up and headed somewhere.

The entire shrine is like a large scroll, seemingly depicting some fairy story, but it lacks clues, making it difficult to understand.

"What kind of gods are these? Why do they all look so strange?"

Shang Lu was very curious, but at this moment, it was obviously not appropriate to study this issue. He could only suppress this curiosity in his heart and ask later.

"Now that you have memorized everything, let's get started."

The Nuo mask teacher took out a handful of incense from his sleeve pocket and said:

"You all go up one by one to burn incense, then stand quietly inside the temple, waiting to listen to the words of the gods. Who will go first?"

"Disciple comes first."

A burly senior brother stepped forward first and took the incense from the Nuo mask teacher.

After lighting the incense, he raised it to his forehead and bowed three times respectfully towards the shrine. His mouth moved, and it was unknown what he was saying.

His voice was so soft that it was very likely that he just moved his mouth without making any sound, and even Shang Lu's ears couldn't hear it.

After the ceremony, he carefully inserted the incense into the incense burner and took a few steps back.

Green smoke rose from the incense burner and was instantly eaten up by the strange statues in the shrine.

Seeing this, the burly senior brother looked a little nervous and couldn't help swallowing.

No one knew whether he heard the divine voice or not, but everyone saw him start chanting the meditation mantra.

Soon, Shang Lu and three other senior brothers and sisters burned incense one after another.

Shang Lu took a few steps back and, following the instructions of the Nuo mask teacher, kept a distance from the others and waited quietly for the divine voice to come.

After about a few breaths, the rising green smoke from the incense on the shanglu was divided and swallowed up by the statues in the shrine.

The statues that looked like evil spirits and monsters suddenly moved together.

In an instant, Shang Lu felt as if there were thousands of pairs of eyes looking at him.

It instantly gave him goosebumps all over his body.

At the same moment, Shang Lu heard a noisy and chaotic sound.

It was like there were thousands of people, roaring, screaming, and shouting...

The noise made him upset.

It made his head explode.

Fortunately, Shanglu had experienced similar situations several times.

He immediately focused his mind on his spiritual altar and chanted a meditation mantra, while activating the inner scene diagram.

"When... when... when..."

What Shang Lu didn't expect was that at this moment, his internal organs began to ring.

The bell was not loud, but it drowned out the roars, shrieks and roars of millions of people.

Let Shanglu's mind become pure in an instant.

All the frustration, confusion and anger were shattered by the sound of the bell.

Shang Lu was shocked.

There is no clock in his internal organs.

Where does this bell sound come from?
After making sure that the chaotic divine voice in his ears could no longer pollute him, Shang Lu quickly activated the method of inner vision to check the situation of his internal organs.

Then he discovered that the Yin-Yang fish in the temple had turned into a black and white bell.

The statues of the five internal organs in the temple burst into five-colored light at this moment, and bombarded the Yin-Yang Bell from five different directions.

The resulting bell sound.

This bell sound not only has the effect of calming the mind, but also unclogs the blood vessels, invigorates the muscles and bones, and enters the internal organs...

While suppressing the chaotic divine language, Shang Lu's internal organs also benefited.

"I didn't expect that this test would bring me benefits."

Shanglu was secretly amazed.

I just wonder if I can ring this bell during my daily practice to purify my soul and cleanse my body?

Shang Lu was thinking when he suddenly heard a painful cry coming from beside him.

This wailing sound did not come from the chaotic divine language.

But it came from that burly senior brother.

The Nuomian teacher also heard his cries and reminded him: "If you can't bear it, leave the temple. Don't force yourself to hold on."

Shang Lu glanced at his burly senior brother out of the corner of his eye.

I saw him clenching his teeth, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, blue veins popping out on his face, and his body twitching constantly, as if he was out of control.

Even so, the burly senior brother was still unwilling to give up.

He squeezed out a few words from between his bleeding teeth: "I can still hold on! I can do it."

The Nuomian teacher did not try to persuade him any further but just walked behind him.

Shang Lu then secretly glanced at the other three senior brothers and sisters.

The situations of these three people are also very different.

One of the sisters frowned, drew a witch symbol on her forehead with blood ink, and kept chanting a meditation spell. She was sweating all over her body, soaking her wizard robe. One of the brothers was mumbling in a trance, and did not stand still, but walked back and forth in the temple.

He kept repeating the words in his mouth, but what he was chanting was not a meditation mantra, but something quite similar to the chaotic divine language...

It felt like something was possessing him, helping him to resist the contamination of the chaotic divine language.

There was also a senior sister who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, like an old monk in trance.

She didn't even utter a meditation mantra.

But the pendant around her neck released wisps of soft white light, helping her to avoid being contaminated by the divine language.

Shang Lu could see that these three brothers and sisters either relied on their own concentration and abilities, or relied on magic weapons, or relied on some strange magical powers...

They all used their best abilities to resist the pollution of the chaotic divine power.

Only the burly senior brother who kept shouting "I can do it" was in the worst situation.

After a few breaths, a strange smile of relief suddenly appeared on the painful face of the burly senior brother.

He stopped gritting his teeth and endured it, and laughed out loud:
"Hahaha, it worked! My brain told me that it had a good idea that would definitely be able to offset the pollution of the chaotic divine language..."

He listened attentively, as if his brain was really speaking in his ear: "Speak louder, what are you saying? It's too quiet, I can't hear you..."

The burly senior brother became more and more irritated and flustered. He knocked on his head and said frantically: "No, no, this head is trapping my brain. I have to let it out and let it help me practice..."

This senior brother suddenly used his hand to stab his own head.

Under the influence of witchcraft, the nails became as sharp as knives, not only piercing the flesh, but also piercing the skull.

With a series of tingling "squeaking" sounds, the burly senior brother used his hands to dig open his skull, revealing his brain.

His brain had already mutated under the influence of the chaotic divine power, and had grown countless strange buds and tentacles.

Now without the restriction of the skull, these granulations and tentacles grew wildly and drooped down quickly, trying to dig out his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

The burly senior brother not only did not stop the mutated brain's behavior, but also shouted excitedly: "The chaotic divine power pollutes the body. As long as the body is abandoned, there is no need to worry about being polluted? It makes sense, it makes sense..."

Shanglu just felt horrified when he saw it.

Although he had heard that people contaminated by chaotic divine power would go crazy or even mutate.

But this was the first time I saw the change with my own eyes.

It's really weird!
Shang Lu wanted to lend a helping hand, but the jade token of the Witch Academy on his burly senior brother's body also reacted at this moment.

With a muffled "hum" sound, a curse seal flew out from the Witch Academy's jade token, protecting the body of the burly senior brother.

The strange buds and tentacles extending from his brain were unable to rip out his heart and lungs.

At the same time, the Nuomian teacher finally took action, grabbed the burly senior brother, and threw him out of the temple.

The assistant teacher guarding outside the temple was already prepared.

As soon as he caught the brother who was thrown out, he immediately cast a spell to purify his body.

Teacher Nuomian glanced at Shang Lu and the other three and said in a deep voice, "Did you see it? This is the result of overestimating one's own abilities! Although his life was saved, his cultivation will be greatly damaged. It will take several years to recover! If you notice any abnormality in your mind or body, you must leave the temple immediately. Don't learn from him and joke with your own future!"

No one said a word.

But all four of them were shocked by what happened to that senior brother, and they also had an intuitive understanding of the horror of the power of chaos.

At this moment, Shang Lu also understood why Teacher Nuomian did not throw his burly senior brother out when he showed signs of change.

On the one hand, it was to teach Senior Brother Kuiwu a lesson.

If Senior Brother Kuiwu doesn't suffer a great loss, he won't learn his lesson. He may even hate Master Shang Nuomian and blame him for ruining his practice.

Only after suffering a great loss, would the burly senior brother understand that the path of cultivation is full of mysteries and cannot be achieved simply by gritting one's teeth and persevering.

Many times, blindly insisting and forcefully demanding will only bring bad consequences.

On the other hand, Teacher Nuomian also wanted to use the experience of Senior Brother Kuiwu to warn the four of them.

Let them understand that dealing with gods is a very dangerous thing.

If you are not careful, you will fall into an irretrievable situation.

The four of them also understood the Nuomian teacher's painstaking efforts, and they all calmed their minds, chanted the meditation mantra earnestly, and resisted the pollution of the divine language.

After a while, Shang Lu suddenly discovered that the chaotic divine language echoing in his ears had changed.

There are no longer tens of millions of voices roaring, screaming, and roaring.

All the voices turned into the same sentence.

It sounds like someone is shouting: "魌头".

"Tantou, Tantou, even the gods want to pick up Tantou and eat Tantou."

Shang Lu complained in his heart.

However, he also knew that the "魌头" in the language of chaos was not the same as the "魌头" in the native dialect of Batu.

In the local dialect of the Ba State, "魌头" means "to take advantage".

However, after taking a few basic classes on Nuo witchcraft, Shang Lu learned the origin of "魌头".

It is a kind of Nuo mask, a hideous-looking ghost mask that has the effect of exorcising ghosts and evil spirits.

Because the 魌头 is a Nuo mask used to exorcise evil spirits, people would imitate wizards and make 魌头 masks during festivals, activities, and even funerals in order to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters.

This kind of mask naturally has no divinity, nor can it bring any divine power or supernatural powers. It is more of a way for people to seek psychological comfort.

This practice gradually became a habit where people would make rice flour into rice balls and scatter them on the roadside during funerals for people to pick up and eat.

Since Shang Lu came to this world, he has seen funeral processions throwing 魯頭 several times.

Not only beggars, but many civilians would also go to pick up food.

According to folklore, eating the urn can ward off evil spirits and ghosts.

Because the 魌头 can be picked up for free without spending any money, it is equivalent to taking advantage, so gradually, sayings such as "占魌头" and "吃魌头" were formed.

But at this moment, the head of the demon who was shouting in the language of chaos obviously did not intend to take advantage.

It must be the Nuo mask used to exorcise ghosts and evil spirits.

"Why is Shenyu suddenly yelling about the 鶴頭? Could it be that the deity enshrined in this temple is willing to lend us his power and ask us to take out the 鶴頭 so that he can cast a spell on us?"

Shang Lu was guessing in his heart.

Unfortunately, he had not yet learned how to make Nuo masks, and he did not have a headband on his body, so he could not verify this guess.

Seeing that he did not respond, the voice of the Chaos Divine Language became louder and louder.

In an instant, the sounds of "魌头" were like thunder, deafening.

Even his internal organs were shaking.

Shang Lu did not cover his ears with his hands.

Because he knew that covering his ears would be useless.

This chaotic divine language directly affects his brain and his soul.

If I don't respond, I'm afraid his brain will be shattered and his soul will be shattered.

Shang Lu remembered that he had once stopped the mountain-opening general with divine words.

So he tried, and shouted: "Stop shouting, I don't have a dart head, no matter how loud you shout, it's useless! Wait until I make a dart head before you come!"

As soon as the shout came out, Shang Lu's ears suddenly became quiet.

The deafening sound of "魌头" disappeared in an instant.

"Is it really useful? This god is quite reasonable..."

Shang Lu had just breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a sharp pain on the back of his right hand.

When he looked down, he saw a spiral brand on the back of his right hand.

The next moment, the brand disappeared without a trace.

But the sting is still there.

It seemed to remind Shang Lu that all this was real, not an illusion.

(My goodness, the stock market changed overnight!)

(End of this chapter)