After showing off like that, did he really feel happy?
Qin Jun grumbled inwardly. Coupled with Patriarch Bodhi's calm, unruffled bearing, it was simply invisibly lethal.
After all, Patriarch Bodhi was his utterly loyal subordinate.
As long as you're happy.
Qin Jun shrugged and smiled. "Let's go. Enter the Immortal Venerable Palace."
Patriarch Bodhi nodded, and the two turned toward the gates of the Immortal Venerable Palace.
Just as they passed between the two statues, Qin Jun suddenly felt two terrifying killing intents rushing at him, making him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Patriarch Bodhi's gaze sharpened. He immediately swept his whisk, and Qin Jun instantly relaxed as the two killing intents vanished.
He subconsciously turned to look at the statues on either side. At some point, the two statues had turned their heads to stare at him. Their expressions were grim and terrifying; though they were made of stone, the sight of them turning their heads still raised goosebumps on his skin.
"Hmph!"
Patriarch Bodhi snorted coldly and stamped his right foot. The two statues swiftly turned their heads back.
Qin Jun found the scene quite astonishing and asked doubtfully, "Are they living beings, or formations?"
"They are somewhat like formations, yet not entirely so. They merely possess spirits and can independently guard the Immortal Venerable Palace."
Patriarch Bodhi explained softly. From his calm tone, it was clear that he did not regard the statues as worthy of notice.
Qin Jun came to a realization. All things possessed spirits, especially divine statues. Having received the incense offerings and faith of mortals, they could give rise to spirits. So-called spirits were simply consciousness.
If the people prayed for a divine statue to keep them safe, a guardian spirit would be born.
If the people prayed