Listen to this mysterious voice.

Wei Yi, who had completely sunk his mind into the spiritual platform, moved slightly.

Just the next moment.

I only saw that his mind seemed to have jumped into another very high dimension, overlooking the entire world.

Looking into the distance.

All he saw was that in an inexplicable place in the distance, one thread after another was connecting him.

Every thread seems to be there or not, and some are even intermittent, as if they are almost broken.

But if you look carefully.

The overwhelming thread seemed to surround him from all directions.

Grab one of the lines.

At that moment, Wei Yi seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at one of the sources.

Immediately afterwards, he found the source. It turned out that it was a story about immortals being discussed in a tavern.

A young man held a wine glass in his hand and was bragging to his friends:

"You don't know that the god was only a few steps away from me at that time, and with a slight wave of his hand, the jar was full of wine."

"Have you ever drank good wine? When you smell it with your nose, you will be surprised by how fragrant it is!"

"..."

Let go of this thread.

Wei Yi turned his eyes and looked at the countless lines, and he understood a lot.

He looked at the thickest threads among them, and an inexplicable light seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he spoke softly:

"Always remember, there will be reverberations."

"All the threads are the thoughts of people who have heard of Pindao or are related to Pindao."

"Anyone who has interacted with Pindao, or who has Pindao in his heart, will feel it."

"That's it, that's it!"

The more he thought about it, the more he understood it, and at the end, Wei Yi felt like he had a sudden enlightenment.

He already understands the mechanism.

It can be said that anyone who talks about him or interacts with him will have a thread hanging in his heart the moment he thinks of him.

Look at this overwhelming thread.

It was obvious that the number of people he had met during his travels in the past few years, and the number of people who had heard his legend, had reached a terrifying level.

certainly.

Most of these numbers are fictitious.

I just think of it occasionally, chant it to a distance, or tell a story to others.

With just this movement of his mind, Wei Yi could feel that no less than thousands of old people were telling stories to their little grandsons beside him, either under the moonlight or in the candlelight.

The old man was sitting in the courtyard, gently stroking his grandson's head with his hand, his tone was very soothing and leisurely, and seemed to have a hint of education:

"This immortal can come and go freely. He only wears a blue robe. He looks like an ordinary Taoist, but he is actually visiting the human world."

"Fate is such a wonderful thing. My child, you must be an upright and kind person in the future. You must know that a house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy."

"Perhaps I might be enlightened by gods in the future."

"..."

And right next to him, a child with eyes full of curiosity and curiosity about everything was blinking and listening to his story.

Just at this moment.

Thousands of figures seemed to overlap.

Naturally, Wei Yi would not respond casually to these things about telling stories and educating children.

After all, in the final analysis, they don’t really want to do anything, they just use it as a story to train their children.

not to mention.

He is a truly carefree monk.

If everyone responds, if anyone thinks of him, he will get something in return, then is he a human being or a god?

Not even a god would be so curled up.

The most important thing is that he is just taking the fetal breath for the first time. If he is asked to respond to everything, he can't do it.

To be honest, now he can only sense them in the dark, and it is impossible to respond to them one by one across thousands of miles in a single thought.

That level is definitely rare in the world.

This is just a threshold. How far it can develop in the future depends on whether it can go further.

Of course, looking at the countless dense threads, Wei Yi filtered out most of them.

After all, a thread story like this basically has countless births and deaths in an instant, and it doesn't have much effect.

The remaining small part is to further develop the relationship with him.

These are not just stories.

Because most of these people, one by one, have met him, or bumped into each other.

Because I have seen Wei Yi's supernatural powers, some of which were even enlightened by Wei Yi himself, I naturally have a deeper impression of him.

He even felt the scent of incense in some of the threads.

Obviously, there are countless people at home who offer him immortality.

My mind moved slightly.

He only saw one inexplicable scene reflected in his mind.

Only figures, old and young, could be seen among them, holding three incense sticks in their hands and offering them in front of him, chanting:

"God bless you, God bless you."

"The Immortal of Fuhu has blessed us to go all the way."

"The immortals keep our family safe and sound. During the holidays, we will offer incense and kowtow to you."

"..."

Fortunately, some people just worship at home.

In some of the scenes, Wei Yi even saw large-scale sacrificial scenes.

Offering the three animals is like worshiping gods.

Even such large-scale sacrifices are held in more than one place.

There are many legends left by Wei Yi. The places where monsters were killed all have such legends.

What's even more outrageous is.

He even secretly saw many places in Qingzhou, and they all gave him a golden body and brought him into the temple.

He gently pressed his hand in front of his face.

"Wow~"

He only saw specks of silvery sand in the originally empty space, being crushed out in his hands.

Feeling the pure thought of incense in this little bit of silver sand, Wei Yi felt dumbfounded for a moment:

"This...this is really the power of incense."

"You don't know until you look at it, but you're shocked when you look at it. I didn't expect that Pindao even has more than a dozen incense temples."

He really didn't expect something like this to happen.

Although he went out for many years in the past few years, and almost followed Pingyang City, Qingyang City, Zishan City, Baiyun Mountain and then around Qingzhou in a large circle, and almost wiped out the demons.

But he really didn't want to be a god.

Of course, when he reaches this state, he is almost no different from the gods that people imagine in a broad sense.

But having said that, although he doesn't want to be a god, let alone actively seek incense and power.

But the problem is that people have already built a golden body for him and invited him into the temple. Can he still let others demolish the temple?

I can only go with them.

The worst thing is that he doesn't pay much attention to him and people gradually forget about him.

By this time, Wei Yi was naturally familiar with some of the abilities of his fetal breath realm.

Filter out the ones that have no impact on him.
To be continued...