It is not someone's church, but just a symbol of an abstract concept.
Not that it is an unexpected answer.
"Thanks."
Thanks for the gravekeeper's answer. Fu Qian continued to step forward and found a seat at the long table to sit down.
As a paradise after death, there have been no traces of being related to the superiors so far.
This is why I became more interested when I first saw the church.
Whether it is the city of sin or the real city of bliss, these people in it have no idea about the "stomach bag" they have visited.
It seems that there is just such a building here, and then they take it for granted.
But I can't do it myself.
Although I have not suffered any targeting behavior so far, my relationship with that stomach bag is a bit deep.
Not only did he destroy the projection of the White-headed Holy Church, but he even killed His ecstatic servants - of course he also fleeceed His wool.
In short, it is too difficult to be recognized to keep Him friendly.
Even if that adult has a lot of things and doesn’t know him well, don’t forget that he still has a task.
Will He be the "Ancient One" who needs to be destroyed?
Honestly, it cannot be ruled out at the moment because it seems to be progressive-
In the false city of bliss, there is a church without emblems, used by people with karma to repent their sins.
In the true city of bliss, the elements of the church have become more abundant and accurate, and people regard it as a symbol of bliss, praying for favor.
What about going to another heaven?
Could it be a statue with a stomach bag standing?
Even if it wasn't His Kingdom of God, things didn't get better.
The reason is very simple. This kind of thing in front of you will never appear for no reason.
If the mission target is not the stomach bag, it means that in the Pure Land, there are two forces that are malicious to oneself.
At this moment, I was standing in one of the churches, and was not sure what new plans the other was doing.
...
“What do you usually pray?”
This real church is even less than the people in the City of Sin.
Fu Qian looked at it and found the only church member behind the curtain in the corner. He did not go over and disturb him, but chose to continue asking the gravekeeper for advice.
"Just let go of your brain and only know that you are praying for bliss... because that is an existence that cannot be described by words, and the definition of any detail is wrong."
Although I was a little disdainful of the attempts to pray in the church during the previous words, once I walked in, the gravekeeper still kept his posture away.
He looked respectful and had a serious tone, and he had already entered the state at the same time.
Supreme but cannot be described, and the definition of any detail is wrong...
Why does it sound like a confession of the sin city? No one knows whose object is, and there is something in common?
Although the gravekeeper is a bit charlatan, understanding similar things has always been Fu Qian’s strength.
Silently understanding the meaning, looking at the quiet grave guard next to him, Fu Qian also exhaled and concentrated the next moment - but did not emptie his brain.
The comparison between real and fake churches may be a very easy experience for the gravekeepers.
But in addition to this, there is actually something that also has this difficult-to-define nature - activated, endless sublimation joy.
I have seen it in the victims who were planted with ecstasy.
In addition to never being satisfied with current achievements and always going further, what else have you learned from them?
When you want to get thick, it is clean?
Not only did he not follow the advice of the gravekeeper, Fu Qian even took the initiative to imitate the ecstatic victims he had seen before and showed all kinds of desires.
In combination with the results of previous investigations, that is, the essence of layers of joy, we continue to cultivate a new variety of "control of moderation" from the stream of desires, and continue to build it all the way.
The gravekeeper brother believes that the prayer in the church does not work, and it may be that he has tried his best to go in the wrong direction.
The paradise may not be the ultimate purity, but so complicated that he cannot tell, just like a nesting doll that reaches a hundred layers of ecstasy.
But what if you make a mistake in your own judgment - then you're wrong.
A prayer technique that has been exploring for many years but still has a low success rate, is really not necessary to follow.
Not to mention that Fu Qian has always eliminated the lazy mentality of the son of destiny, he can ignore the probability of success by doing the same thing by himself.
Even if you do as you do, you will even succeed. Will you dare to accept it then?
There are always eyes staring at the top of my head. When this abnormality occurs, how big is it to feel that there is nothing wrong with it?
...
Is this "bliss"?
The church in Baishou was silent, with only devout prayers and the full imagination of Shu Qian.
And at some point, he felt something explode in his consciousness.
It's like a symbol in your mind fits the lottery number.
No need to work hard on your own, something will emerge wildly and quickly infiltrate every nerve synapse.
Thirty-three.
Even though his brain was about to be squeezed dry, Fu Qian still counted clearly. The joy in his mind was now a nesting doll that reached the 33rd floor.
There is no doubt that it has long been beyond recognition and the content can be described in words.
But it is precisely this point that is somewhat similar to what emerges.
Just saying that "bliss" is not necessarily the ultimate purity...
At that moment, Fu Qian was very satisfied.
Of course, this emotion is limited to derivation, because the will at this moment can no longer tolerate other feelings.
Under that indescribable bliss, the joy that appeared at the thirty-third level of the mask in front was instantly crushed to nothing left.
No wonder the gravekeepers worshipped "Purple Bliss" so much.
And after being satisfied, you sigh.
Although it is currently in the form of a mortal, the will of Fu Qian who has experienced repeated hot and cold tempers and has been so excited that he dare not return to the real world that he is still not on the same level as that of a mortal.
As a result, facing this surging "bliss", it was still difficult to deal with.
It was a very special feeling, like putting the beauty of the world in front of you, pinching it into notes, and finally gathering into a song to echo.
The pleasure you taste in it already comes from a higher level of melody and has no longer anything to do with the beauty of the world.
It should be the bliss mentioned by the Gravekeeper Brother.
There is a question about the understanding, but the description is still quite vivid.
If your route is right, the brainstorming effect is quite good.
What I did just now was very simple. I did the opposite and conceived multiple levels of joy in my mind, and finally induced resonance through one of them.
Chapter completed!