I rely on the map to guide Xueba

Wei Junxing raised his hand to cover his heart that was about to jump out of his chest in fright, and asked in a low voice to Baiyan,

"He Jingshuo?"

The white smoke circled around him enchantingly, and nodded as if intentionally or unintentionally.

Wei Junxing woke up suddenly, here, he knew where it was, no, he had to take his classmates out quickly, what kind of broken lamp oil he took, it was really a trap.

He ran towards the main hall, but he didn't arrive at the main hall, which was clearly close at hand just now, after running for a long time.

When he wanted to take a look at the situation in the temple again, there was only a white mist left around him, Wei Junxing stopped and dared not go any further, and He Jingshuo's shrill voice, pinching his throat, was vaguely heard again,

"Officer, come and chase me, come, come..."

Wei Junxing's brain hurts, and he comes again, going crazy.

Somewhat restlessly, he grabbed the folding fan and fanned it a few times. The fog in front of him was dispersed by the fan, and a yellow light suddenly flashed through the white fog.

Wei Junxing raised his fan and took a closer look. The yellow light was actually emitted by his fan. The map of the small village he drew with a black ink pen on the other side suddenly shone brightly at this moment. In this foggy temple, that The map illuminates everything in front of me like a lamp.

What's even more amazing is that the topographical map of the small village on the folding fan is like this temple, gradually becoming three-dimensional, and the road under the feet, the main hall, the front hall, the back hall, and the monk's house can be seen clearly and clearly for a while.

[-]D Stereograph?

Wei Junxing's eyes widened and he pulled the folding fan. He never thought that his paintings could come to life. Only now did he have a feeling that he was an NPC.

Now that he had the map, he didn't want to delay any longer, and rushed towards the main hall.

The lamp oil must be the place where incense is enshrined in the main hall. Although he doesn't know what the students are doing with the lamp oil, he can definitely find them there.

He Jingshuo's shrill voice was still calling officials in his ears, and Wei Junxing had already rushed into the main hall with strides.

The main hall is about five meters high. From top to bottom, there are densely packed Nine Heavens Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. Wei Junxing walked along the left wall of the main hall.

The temple seems to be full of incense, and there are many shadows of lights all around, incense candles are lit on every candlestick, and the lamp oil is also filled to the brim, but there is no one, only He Jingshuo screaming with his throat .

The further Wei Junxing walked into the hall, the clearer the voice became. In the shadows of the lights, a gauze curtain dropped from the sky was lifted by the wind, revealing a white figure hanging in front of the Buddha statue behind the yellow gauze.

The man's shoulders shrugged slightly, and he looked extremely lonely and cold, as if he was sobbing. Wei Junxing couldn't help but wanted to go forward to comfort him, but then he remembered the scene at the bottom of the well just now.

It must be that Fairy Toad playing tricks on him again, he can't be fooled again.

He stopped the steps that were about to rush forward, the beating sound of his heart under the scarlet gauze was like a drum, he forced himself not to think about He Jingshuo, he just stood behind the curtain and silently counted his own heartbeats until he counted to one hundred. Finally calmed down.

He called softly to the figure behind him,

"He Jingshuo is back home..."

The other party didn't respond at all, but with a movement of the curtain on the other side, Gong Nianwei in pink gauze walked out, her cherry lips parted slightly, and she called softly,

"Jing Shuo?"

The white figure moved, looking sideways at Gong Nianwei, Gong Nianwei moved lightly, and threw herself into He Jingshuo's arms excitedly,

"Jing Shuo, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time, do you know?"

He Jingshuo hummed lightly, and hugged Gong Nianwei tightly, and Gong Nianwei raised his face in his arms, starlight gathered in his eyes, and kissed He Jingshuo lightly on his lips.

Standing behind the curtain, Wei Junxing's mood just calmed down, but he couldn't help getting angry again. He just wanted to rush up to expose that Gong Nianwei, and even asked her to take a cloth to save He Jingshuo.

"He Jingshuo, don't trust this woman, she is a liar, why..."

Wei Junxing heard his almost crazy voice piercing into his ears, but He Jingshuo and Gong Nianwei, who were embracing each other, didn't seem to hear anything, and didn't turn their heads.

Wei Junxing was anxious like an ant on a hot pot for a while, and he couldn't tell what he was suffering. If Mu Xin rushed to He Jingshuo to ask for credit at this time, he wouldn't be able to say anything, but what kind of onion is this Gong Nianwei.

Holy land of Buddhism, don't you feel ashamed for doing this?

What, Buddhist Holy Land?Wei Junxing was in a hurry and almost forgot his business. He had already thought of where this place was just now, so why was he still confused by the scene in front of him?

From the moment he entered the temple gate, he felt that something was wrong. At this time, Gong Nianwei and He Jingshuo were exactly the same as he and He Jingshuo before, only in a different place.

Except for Gong Nianwei, he didn't see any of the humanoid animals and classmates who came in. This was obviously another trick played by the toad fairy.

Wei Junxing snorted lightly, controlling himself not to think about what He Jingshuo was doing holding Gong Nianwei in his arms, he cleared his throat vigorously, pointed at the sky above the main hall with great disdain and opened his voice,

"The frog at the bottom of the well has short-sightedness. It only knows these little things, and it also wants to worship the Nine Heavens Gods and Buddhas. It's really a toad who is overwhelmed."

As soon as the words fell, the veiled curtains moved without wind, and the pair of figures had long since disappeared. The hall shook rumblingly, and the golden paint on the Buddha statue rustled all over the ground.

Wei Junxing hugged his head, hid under a Buddha statue, and continued to curse,

"Damn toad, stinky toad, what else do you do besides creating illusions? Come out and fight with the young master, you shy tortoise."

He yelled at the sky above the main hall more and more vigorously, and the eighteen generations of ancestors gave him greetings over and over again, until his mouth was dry and his whole body collapsed.

Miraculously, after his swearing, the Nine Heavens God Buddha standing in the hall disappeared, and the dense fog cleared away. He heard a humming sound coming from the back of the hall.

Wei Junxing got up, and saw the students in the cram school through a layer of yellow gauze, each of them was holding a joss stick in their hands, and they were staring blankly in the same direction.

Wei Junxing looked along their line of sight, and there was a gold-plated Buddha statue with a big belly, round waist, bulging eyes and big mouth. At first glance, it seemed to be Maitreya Buddha, but on closer inspection, it was clearly the frog at the bottom of the well.

Wei Junxing tore off the yellow gauze in front of him, walked quickly to the Buddha statue, and shouted at the stunned students below,

"Wake up!"

With a loud roar, he woke up a group of students who were confused by the illusion.

They seem to wake up from a dream, where there is a magnificent hall, where there are any Buddha statues, what they see is just a toad, the incense candles in their hands, the wax dripped on their hands, Still unaware.