The Heart-Racing Nameless Immortal Lord Statue

The sound waves emanating from the depths of Lin Yao Village connected with the small green flute in Song Shuhang's hand.

A buzzing sound came from the small green flute, followed by a soft voice. "Hello!"

Is that True Lord White's voice? It sounds very clear. The communication function of the Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission Device is no worse than that of a mobile phone.

"Greetings, Senior True Lord White. I am Song Shuhang. Entrusted by True Lord Yellow Mountain, I have come to escort you out of seclusion. Where are you now, Senior?" Song Shuhang asked the green flute.

I can't wait to see the place where a 'True Lord Senior' has been in seclusion for over a hundred years!

Then we'll see what the places where our predecessors secluded themselves look like, and how awe-inspiring that 'hundred-layer defensive formation' that can even withstand nuclear weapons will be!

He imagined a scene similar to 'fairyland' in his mind, with layers of defensive array light effects overhead, like movie magic circles.

It must be very grand!

"Buzz... Hello, this is 'A-White's' seclusion location. There are 0 days, 5 hours, and 6 quarters left until the end of the seclusion. Please wait patiently!" The gentle voice continued to come from the green flute, but then the tone became somewhat stiff when announcing the time.

Song Shuhang was stunned for a moment. He immediately remembered the system voice prompt from China Mobile every time he checked his phone bill.

After a long pause, Song Shuhang looked at Pekingese Doudou: "Wasn't it True Lord White replying?"

The sound coming from the small green flute was something like a voice prompt?

"Of course it's not True Lord White. He's still in seclusion. Have you ever seen a cultivator in seclusion come out to chat? That's not seclusion, it's just ordinary seclusion," Pekingese Doudou said disdainfully.

I was looked down upon by this Pekingese again.

Song Shuhang was both amused and exasperated. He explained, "I've never gone into seclusion, nor have I heard any of the seniors in the group mention what it's like to be in seclusion. Besides, True Lord Yellow Mountain kept saying that 'True Lord White' had contacted him. I thought it meant that True Lord White, who was in seclusion, could occasionally come out and contact True Lord Yellow Mountain."

It now seems that True Lord White had set up a 'voice prompt' long ago, which would automatically contact True Lord Yellow Mountain via the green flute when his seclusion was about to end.

It turns out that the voice prompts and alarm clock reminders of modern mobile phones were already being used to death by our predecessors in the cultivation world hundreds of years ago.

"There are still five and a half hours left. One hour is two hours, which means there are about 11 hours left. We can't just wait here. Let's find a place to sit down first?" Song Shuhang sighed and said.

"Great idea! Let's find an internet cafe! That's enough time for my wife and me to run several dungeons." Doudou immediately became excited.

"Stop joking, it'll be too conspicuous if you play games in an internet cafe," Song Shuhang immediately denied.

Doudou scoffed, "Idiot, why don't you just book a private room?"

I got looked down upon by this Pekingese again!

"Okay, you're right. I'll get you a small private room!" Song Shuhang patted his pockets; he had brought his wallet and ID card.

Upon hearing this, Pekingese Doudou immediately flattered, "Little friend Shuhang, you're great! You're such a wonderful person!"

Getting friend-zoned by someone is one thing, but getting friend-zoned by a dog is another!

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Lin Yao Village is a prosperous village because it is relatively close to the city center and has a large flow of people.

Song Shuhang found a decent internet cafe without any problems.

With the widespread adoption of personal computers, internet cafes have seen a significant decline in business. However, Lin Yao Village has a large transient population, so a considerable number of people still come to internet cafes.

"Excuse me, do you have any private rooms available?" Song Shuhang asked.

After checking the computers, the cashier at the internet cafe replied, "Hello, there are still seats available in the small private rooms!"

"Then give me one, how much?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Twenty yuan per hour."

Song Shuhang handed over his ID card and two hundred yuan. "Let's book ten hours first."

After registration, Song Shuhang, accompanied by the internet cafe manager, led the Pekingese Doudou to the private room.

Just then, Song Shuhang overheard the cashier behind him chatting with a colleague. "Xiao Li, have you heard? The Nameless Immortal Lord Statue in the Nameless Temple is becoming more and more lifelike lately. I heard that when you see that Nameless Immortal Lord Statue now, it feels like it's coming to life."

"You've heard about it too? I have even more shocking news. My mom said there's a girl next door who hasn't been eating or drinking since she went to the Nameless Temple a few days ago. Apparently, she's lovesick and has fallen for the Nameless Immortal Lord in the Nameless Temple. Tsk tsk, that's a statue! To fall for a statue, that girl is really sick."

Just then, another network administrator chimed in, "Hehe, there's still hope for this young lady's lovesickness. I have even more shocking news. You all know Xiao Song, the network administrator who quit a few days ago, right? Apparently, before he left, he went to the Nameless Temple to worship the Nameless Immortal Lord. After he came back, he was dazed and confused for days, making mistakes at everything. He quit a few days ago, and I heard he's planning to become Nameless Temple. Tsk tsk, that's real illness, and it's incurable! The Nameless Immortal Lord Statue male, you know!"

Song Shuhang's ears twitched, and he silently went into the private room.

"Sir, this is your membership card. Anyone who spends over 200 yuan at our internet cafe will receive a free membership card. Please keep it safe." The internet cafe manager gave Song Shuhang a membership card before leaving.

"Thank you." Song Shuhang smiled slightly and put away the membership card.

"Have fun," the internet cafe manager said with a smile as he left.

Pekingese Doudou hopped happily to the computer and called out, "Shuhang, hurry up and turn on the computer! I can't wait to play a dungeon with my wife!"

I wonder if my wife was bullied while it was offline. She was even being camped by someone this morning.

"Wait a minute, I need to check something." Song Shuhang moved the Pekingese Doudou aside, opened a webpage, and searched for keywords such as 'Lin Yao Village, Nameless Temple, Nameless Immortal Lord'.

Soon, a series of specific messages appeared on the computer.

Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, during a severe drought, people unearthed an "Nameless Immortal Lord Statue" while digging a well, and then enshrined it. These stories are familiar to every resident of Lin Yao Village.

The specific address of the Nameless Temple is also attached.

"You're interested in this?" Pekingese Doudou asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I'm interested in all things 'mysterious' now!" Song Shuhang affirmed. He was interested in anything that defied 'common sense'!

"You keep playing here, I'm going to go Nameless Temple. Remember to lock the door when I leave," Song Shuhang said with a smile.

"No problem, go cool off somewhere else. Just don't bother me. It's best to come find me after you've rescued True Lord White!" Pekingese Doudou waved its paw, excitedly pulled out the game, and started playing on the keyboard.

Following the address found online, Song Shuhang successfully located the Nameless Temple in Lin Yao Village: "This is it!"

At a glance, there were quite a few people coming to worship the Nameless Immortal Lord, and there was a queue to enter the temple.

Inside the temple, incense smoke curled, and everyone made a wish beneath the Immortal Lord Statue...

However, many young men and women still had a dreamy look in their eyes.

After they came in to offer incense, they would stare intently at the Nameless Immortal Lord Statue for a long time before reluctantly leaving. These were all members of the "seriously ill" and "incurable" category.

When it was finally Song Shuhang's turn, he bought two incense sticks from the little Daoist priest at the door. It was a fair price; he only paid Song Shuhang twenty yuan.

After the three women entered the Nameless Temple together, they skillfully lit incense and began their worship.

They all lowered their voices and whispered, but Song Shuhang heard them all—he could only blame his exceptionally good hearing.

"My lord, my daughter is taking the college entrance exam next year. Please grant her intelligence and wisdom so that she can achieve even better grades and get into Kyoto University!"

"My lord, my son is almost thirty-eight and still hasn't found a wife. Please arrange one for him. I have no other requirements—as long as she's a woman who can bear children, that's fine."

Then came the last woman, who calmly murmured in a low voice, "My immortal lord... I love you so much!"

"Pfft..." Song Shuhang almost spat out his drink, but forcibly held it in!

It turns out that not only young men and women are seriously ill, but even older women are quite ill. And who knows, there might even be elderly men with an incurable disease?

Song Shuhang had never made any offerings before. He had always believed in science and rejected superstition, but he never expected to have the opportunity to Dao Initiation temple.

Following the example of the three older women, he lit incense and candles, but after thinking it over, he realized he didn't have anything he wanted to ask for.

After all, his main goal was to see the Nameless Immortal Lord Statue.

While no one was paying attention, Song Shuhang quietly looked up at the Nameless Immortal Lord Statue.

Just that one glance, and in that instant... he felt his heart begin to race slightly.

Even though it was just a lifeless statue, when Song Shuhang saw it, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind's eye.

It was a figure as gentle and refined as jade, with an extraordinary and ethereal appearance.

His long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his eyes shone like stars, and his white robes fluttered, giving him the air of someone about to ascend to immortality. Even the Gongzi Hai, whom the 'Moon Saber Sect' had seen, could not compare to the peerless elegance of this figure before him.

Exquisite craftsmanship!

This was the only adjective Song Shuhang could use to describe the statue.

Moreover, the longer you stare at the statue, the more you feel as if you are being drawn in and unable to pull yourself away.

Wait a minute, why am I also captivated by this statue?

Song Shuhang was startled. He immediately closed his eyes and secretly circulated the True Self Meditation Scripture.

My pounding heart finally calmed down a little.

At this moment, the three middle-aged women got up, turned around, and left the Nameless Temple.

Song Shuhang quickly followed and left...

Just now, were you hit by some kind of mental spell? Like the 'charm' described in movies and novels?

He immediately used his mental power to check his condition from head to toe, but found no trace of any magical influence.

Could it be that the 'sculpture' is truly a masterpiece, reaching the pinnacle of beauty?

It makes everyone who sees it gasp in amazement and become captivated by its perfection.

Does such a perfect thing truly exist in this world?

Song Shuhang thought for a moment—"Hmm, impossible!"

So, let's go back to the demon dog Doudou and have it check its condition again.