Everyone dislikes the beautiful little apprentice sister crying, and the heaven is panicked

The leader of the Hengwu Sect: "..."

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"But where are Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han? Why haven't I seen them for such a long time?"

These people felt a little depressed but also a little curious, so they all went to look at their memory stones.

You won’t know the result until you see it. You will be shocked when you see it.

Fairy Handan jumped up suddenly, not knowing whether she was infected by the master of Penglai Cave Mansion.

She said without caring about her image: "...Oh my god!!!"

"This is......?"

......

Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han came to an ancient Buddhist temple.

This ancient Buddhist temple seems to have a long history. The walls of the courtyard have faded and it is impossible to tell what it originally looked like.

One of the two wooden doors was broken, and the other one was hanging there trembling, as if a storm would blow it away.

The roof was missing some pieces here and there.

On rainy days, I could probably just take a shower there, and... maybe the entire roof would collapse, it's really too dilapidated.

There is even a smell of rotten wood here, which is quite unpleasant.

From a distance, the temple was filled with white bones. There were monks' robes that had not yet rotted wrapped around the bones, with large pieces of them falling on top. It was very miserable.

Zhuang Yaohua handed a handkerchief to Qi Han and asked Qi Han to cover it with it: "Be careful of the corpse poison."

Qi Han nodded, and he and Zhuang Yaohua went in very cautiously.

Xiaobai, Xiaoqing and Xiaohong all hurriedly followed behind Zhuang Yaohua, with fear on their faces. They didn’t know why... they always felt like there was something staring at them here.

The body is hairy.

Lan Fu lay on Zhuang Yaohua's shoulder, also a little alert... Why is there a demonic aura nearby? Others can't feel it, but he can.

But...Ming Yin seemed very excited.

It almost flew up, as if its wife was inside.

Zhuang Yaohua glanced at Ming Yin and pondered for a while, not knowing whether Ming Yin was a boy or a girl.

"..."

Just as Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han walked into the ancient temple, wanting to find out what was going on -

As soon as their footsteps touched the ground, they were immediately sucked in by a huge force.

Afterwards, he was once again shocked by the scene before his eyes——

Before, the extremely dilapidated ancient Buddhist temple has become a majestic and solemn ancient Buddhist temple.

It looks as if it was just built hundreds of years ago and is brand new.

The white walls must have been newly painted, and the air was filled with the scent of incense burning in an ancient temple.

It was empty before, but at this moment, there are many monks busying around, some chanting sutras, some sweeping the floor.

The sound of wooden fish makes people feel peaceful.

They were all shocked.

Zhuang Yaohua rubbed his eyes and said to his senior brother: "Senior brother... am I seeing things?"

Qi Han shook his head, his face serious, "...No."

He pulled Zhuang Yaohua and wanted to leave, but found that he could not leave. No magic could break the barrier of this ancient temple.

"We may have entered a time and space hundreds of years ago. This place was like this hundreds of years ago."

"Or, we are under a spell..."

"Or simply, that ancient Buddhist temple is just a psychedelic array, and we may not be able to get out."

"No matter what, we need to find the weirdness here before we can get out."

While Qi Han was looking around, Zhuang Yaohua glanced at the center of the Buddhist temple.

She discovered that there was one place in the Buddhist temple...that was different from before.

So, there is a new stone statue in the center of this Buddhist temple.

The stone statue is a young monk in his 20s. He is twirling Buddhist beads with only nine fingers and looking at himself with a smile.

When they came in just now, there were no Buddha statues in the temple.

As Zhuang Yaohua was thinking, she saw a man coming up. He was a young monk in his 20s, wearing a monk's robe, with a handsome face and smiling eyes. He looked at her and asked, "Where are you from, donor?"

"Do you have any important business when you pass by my Posuo Temple?"

He held a pair of red sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, and a finger was missing from his left hand.

Zhuang Yaohua's pupils shrank slightly. He was the man on the stone statue...

I'm afraid he is the key to the entire Buddhist temple.

At the same time, Lan Fu was also sending a message to Zhuang Yaohua in her mind.

"This person is the incarnation of a great master at the peak of the Mahayana stage a hundred years ago. He is half a step away from ascending. Although only a wisp of residual soul remains, his strength should not be underestimated."

"If you anger him, I'm afraid you and your senior brother will both die on the spot."

"Even if you have a badge, your soul is at risk. The danger here is beyond your imagination."

However, what Lan Fu didn't tell Zhuang Yaohua was that he would protect Zhuang Yaohua.

The son of luck should at least be given some experience.

Zhuang Yaohua was stunned. Oh my god, is this so dangerous?! How could there be such a powerful being in this Posuo Secret Realm?!

Her face turned pale all of a sudden.

Seeing Zhuang Yaohua’s pale face.

The monk continued to smile at her gently and asked the same question again.

His voice was still so gentle.

“I wonder where you are from, and why you came to Posuo Temple?”

Although the words were gentle, Zhuang Yaohua saw... a sword slowly rang not far away and flew to the monk's hand.

It seemed that if their answers did not satisfy him, he would just chop them all to death with his knife.

"..."

Zhuang Yaohua was silent for a moment, then immediately replied, "Master, we are passing by this treasure land and would like to ask for a drink of water."

Qi Han looked at Zhuang Yaohua in surprise, and then saw the monk said "Amitabha" to Zhuang Yaohua: "Okay, then please follow me."

"We live in a remote area, and we usually have simple meals. There is nothing good, but we still have water."

They came into the hall.

The magnificent golden Buddha statues in the main hall are dazzling and awe-inspiring, making people want to go up and worship them.

Of course, if the Buddha statue wasn’t shedding tears of blood.

Afterwards, the monk picked up the bowl, collected the blood and tears of the Buddha statue in front of Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han's astonished gazes, and handed a bowl to Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han respectively.

The blood and tears were boiling hot in the bowl, emitting a fishy stench.

The monk smiled gently, "Please drink."

"..."

Drink this?

The air suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Seeing that Zhuang Yaohua and Qi Han were silent for a long time, the monk's expression changed.

"Do you think...our water is dirty?"

The surrounding scene suddenly changed and was no longer as peaceful and tranquil as before.

Those monks were busy, but suddenly they disappeared and turned into corpses all over the ground.

And the great Mahayana master in front of him turned into a Buddhist cultivator with bloodshot eyes and bloody hands... No, not a Buddhist cultivator.

He seemed to be emitting a demonic aura.