There was no sound for a while.

Xiao Zhen's focus returned to the killing in front of her. She stood in front of these soldiers. She watched them fight and die, but they could not see her.

So all this is an illusion, an illusion seen by her.

"Where am I now?" Xiao Zhen asked the air around him.

I don’t know how long it took, but the ethereal voice came back again: “Who are you? Why did you come here?”

"My name is Xiao Zhen. I don't know why I came here. Who are you?"

"Me?" There was no sound for a while, as if he was thinking about who he was. After thinking for a long time, he said: "I also forgot who I am. This is the realm of illusion. I have been locked here for a long time.

I read these things every day."

"False mirror?" Xiao Zhen murmured: "False?" Shi Yan once told her these two words, "Anything that has a mirror is all false. Because you can't get it, you have been attached to it and you are trapped in it."

In a state of delusion."

"Delusion?" The ethereal voice was both far and near.

Xiao Zhen felt that the voice was right next to her, as if it was saying close to her: "This is what the leader of the sacrificial clan told me. Everyone has something they can't get in this life. Because they can't get it, so

Obsession arose."

"Obsession? Is this scene my obsession?" asked an ethereal voice.

Xiao Zhen shook his head, how could she know this question: "You just said it was false, I just thought of it."

I don't know how long it took, but the ethereal voice came again: "The sacrificial clan, such a familiar name."

"How should I get out?" Xiao Zhen asked.

"I want to know too. I have been trapped here for a long time and have never found an exit. How did you get in?"

When Xiao Zhen told him about his coming in, his voice sounded a little puzzled: "Bai Wu? The Sacrifice Clan? Shi Yan? The Sacrifice Clan sounds familiar, but I can't remember it. Where are you going?"

Xiao Zhen walked towards the breached city gate. When she heard a voice asking her, she said, "Since you can't get out for the time being, let's go in and take a look."

"There is a barrier there and you can't get in. You are an ordinary person." The voice paused because Xiao Zhen suddenly turned around.

Xiao Zhen felt the voice behind him, but turned around and saw nothing.

"Your eyes are so clear, I think I've seen them before somewhere." The ethereal voice said leisurely, "It's just this appearance, it doesn't seem like it should be like this."

Xiao Zhen touched forward with his hand, but found nothing.

He smiled softly and said in an ethereal voice: "You touched my chest."

Xiao Zhen: "" Then he said in surprise: "Are you a man?"

"Male?"

Xiao Zhen nodded: "How can a woman be so tall? My husband should be about the same height as you now. What I reached out and touched was his chest."

"Husband? You told me that you are married, have three children, and live a very happy life."

Xiao Zhen smiled: "Yes."

"How could an old woman who was mortal and full of vulgarity get in here?" The ethereal voice was suddenly filled with disdain.

"What's wrong with the old woman? In the secular world you said, an old woman like me who has children, filial children, an obedient husband, and a healthy family is a lucky person." Xiao Zhen said with a smile.

The ethereal voice snorted and said nothing.

"The door is not closed, why can't I go in?" Xiao Zhen walked towards the city gate.

"There is a barrier set up there. I have tried to go in countless times, but I just can't. It's up to you." The ethereal voice suddenly stopped because Xiao Zhen entered.

The scene inside the city was different from the killings outside the city. The city was actually a prosperous scene, with people coming and going, traffic, shouts and hawking coming and going.

Walking past a steamed bun shop, Xiao Zhen could even smell the meaty aroma coming from the steamed buns. Looking outside the city, he saw the city gate was wide open, and soldiers were killing each other outside, with blood flowing freely.

"Have I been here before?" the ethereal voice said softly.

"Didn't you say you can't come in?" Xiao Zhenqi asked.

"I couldn't come in before, but with you, I can come in."

"Where is that place?" Xiao Zhen pointed to a palace not far away. The palace was very high. She was not far away from the palace. It looked so tall now. If it came up close, it would only

Bigger.

The disembodied voice did not answer her.

"What a huge palace," Xiao Zhen murmured.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd around him suddenly became commotion, and everyone rushed towards the palace, as if they were going to a market.

Xiao Zhen was also pushed forward with this crowd.

Below the pavilion is an altar, and under the altar is a hundred steps of stairs. At this moment, the stairs are already filled with ordinary people.

"This woman is related to the fate of the country. I heard that as long as this woman prays for our country of Wei every day, our country of Wei will be peaceful and the people will be safe, and there will be no more natural disasters."

"That's why Your Majesty spent countless amounts of money to build this sacrificial temple for this woman."

"His Majesty has made her a saint and given her this sacrificial hall."

The Great Wei State? Xiao Zhen was surprised. The Great Wei State more than two hundred years ago?

Looking at the altar again, there was indeed a woman in white standing with her back facing the crowd. Xiao Zhen squeezed in towards the front. He didn't see clearly until he got to the front. He was surrounded by heavy soldiers. The people couldn't get in, and the woman couldn't get in either.

Can't get out.

The woman was facing the main hall, with her back to them, and her face could not be seen. The breeze blew by, gently lifting her skirt. Xiao Zhen felt that this scene was a bit familiar. Yes, in that painting, Wu Yin gave Ziran

This is what the woman in the painting they found looked like with her back to them.

"Let's go." The soldier on the side said to the woman.

The woman looked up at the thick and tall palace door on the stairs and said, "I'm waiting for him."

The woman's voice was gentle, reaching Xiao Zhen's ears through the breeze. This voice was as ethereal as the one just now.

There was a commotion in the crowd: "The Prime Minister is here."

"Look, it's the Prime Minister." The people cheered, seeming to love the Prime Minister very much.

Xiao Zhen turned to look at the Prime Minister, and was stunned when he saw his appearance: "Zi Ran?" It was a man who looked exactly like Zi Ran. The only difference was that there was a coldness everywhere.

The Han Ziran he saw in the concentric lock flashed through Xiao Zhen's mind, overlapping with the Han Ziran in front of him.

Before Xiao Zhen could figure out what was going on, he heard the woman's voice say leisurely: "My lord, you tried every possible means to trick me into coming here, to have the royal family make me a saint, and to make the common people think that I am of concern to you."

Is the destiny of the country so enveloping people's hearts just to evade the rights of the imperial family?"

"good."

"You made a good calculation."

Han Ziran looked at the woman with cold eyes, without any emotion, and even a hint of impatience: "I asked the royal family to build this sacrificial temple specially for you, so that you can live in it without any worries for food and clothing until you die of old age.

, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"My whole life will be imprisoned and I will die there. Why should I be satisfied?"

Han Ziran sneered: "This is your life."

Xiao Zhen listened with confusion on her face. She found that she seemed to be the only one who could hear the two people's voices, while the people on the side only cheered.

Xiao Zhen walked up to the altar and even walked in front of the Prime Minister. He couldn't see her. Xiao Zhen walked in front of the woman again. When he saw the woman's appearance clearly, his eyes widened slightly. This was not the goddess.

The goddess in the statue? Now it is no longer a stone statue, but a real person in front of her.

Xiao Zhen couldn't describe her beauty in words, he just felt that describing it would be blasphemy.

The woman smiled lightly, without joy or sorrow, without anger or anger, just an ethereal smile: "Why did you ask me to be the saint of this temple?"

"You fit the image of a goddess in everyone's heart. Even if you are just an ordinary person, as long as I am willing, you will be a god descending to earth." The Prime Minister's voice was cold, but his eyes were not calm, revealing the ambition to pursue power.

The woman suddenly turned around, and the people held their breath the moment they saw the woman's face, it was so beautiful.

The woman walked up to the Prime Minister. When Han Ziran frowned, she said, "You liked me so much before, why don't you like me all of a sudden?"

The sudden closeness and these words made the prime minister's cold face darken a bit. He quickly took two steps back: "You are crazy. You are a saint now."

"I'm not crazy, I just don't understand." The woman said lightly, her expression was confused.

"Come here, send the saint into the palace." The prime minister said sternly.

"Saint, please come into the temple to pray." The soldier came over.

The saint looked at the prime minister again, said nothing, and followed the soldiers into the temple.

Xiao Zhen naturally followed in.

As soon as the door of the temple was opened, Xiao Zhen was amazed by the majesty of the building. Eighteen pillars separated each palace, one floor after another, one pavilion after another. Highness and depth are the melody of this hall, and it is also quiet and empty.
Chapter completed!