Wang Zijia was standing on a huge square at the foot of a mountain, with a mountain top not far ahead.
Disciples emerged one after another behind them, and the mysterious mist was inhaled into their bodies without even realizing it.
If it weren't for the redemption of the paper man, they would probably turn into sculptures quietly.
This is probably the most basic route to trickery.
Without any instructions from Wang Zijia, the surrounding disciples, organized by the three deputy headmasters, began to clean up the surrounding statues.
After everyone confirmed that those who smashed and smashed them had gained cultivation, the special clay sculptures of divine fetuses received special attention from everyone.
Wang Zijia did not participate in it. After observing for a moment, the smashing did not seem to trigger any mechanism, and then ignored it.
Strolling towards the top of the mountain at the front, Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan, who transformed into a tall bird and a human standing, followed closely behind.
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This is the first place in the entire Strange Territory. The hill you first enter is not too high. The road is flat and wide, and there are many pavilions set up along the way.
It seems to be specially prepared for pilgrims.
Judging from the layout, the top of the mountain at the front should have been a place dedicated to receiving ordinary pilgrims.
What surprised Wang Zijia slightly was that along the way, he could see many sculptures everywhere, but some Taoist temples he encountered along the way were empty and there were no statues enshrined in them.
While Wang Zijia was observing this situation, he headed towards the top of the mountain.
"Ancestor, have these statues escaped from the temple?" Ling Yanlan, who stood tall as a human figure, looked at the empty Taoist temple and the sculptures everywhere and couldn't help but ask.
Wang Zijia shook his head slightly and said: "It's not like that. If I guess correctly, all the sculptures outside are the products of the treacherous changes that people in the Qinglian Realm have experienced after entering the treacherous realm for thousands of years. They are not The strange realm has always existed."
"Are they all weird among people?" Ling Yanlan asked in confusion: "Are they all clay sculptures of divine fetuses and real sculptures?"
Wang Zijia nodded, looked at the sculptures along the way, broke a few casually, and then said: "The Queen of Tricks among ordinary people should become the basic nutrients of this Trickland, until they are exhausted and become useless clay sculptures."
"But monks or people with good spiritual roots who are very talented are likely to turn into this kind of strange clay statue. They smoke incense every day, and under the sacrifice of the strange realm, they turn into a strange thing."
"According to Wanyu's records, any strange realm has a similar evolution mechanism. The manifestations may be different, but the core will not change."
"And the monk unknowingly became a treacherous person, and finally turned into a member of the treacherous realm. This is one of the most common situations in the treacherous realm."
"As for where the original statue of the god in the temple has gone... I also want to know!"
"Oh!" Lingyan Lan nodded in understanding.
Mo Yunzi suddenly realized for a while, frowned and said: "Then according to the records in the sect, why do ordinary people enter this strange realm, and it is like entering a Taoist temple in the ruins of a dead place, and after walking around for a while, they find nothing?" Feel safe and go out?"
Wang Zijia glanced at the ubiquitous thin mist transformed from incense, and guessed: "Perhaps those who go out are ordinary people who have neither spiritual roots nor any faith!"
Mo Yunzi was stunned when he heard this, and said in astonishment: "Just like in the legend, the Taoist sect will look down on people who have no wisdom? Is this what this strange realm is about?"
"It's not necessarily because of dislike. It's more likely that this kind of people are tainted with curses and thus fall into the trap." Wang Zijia looked at the mist around him and replied calmly.
Mo Yunzi was thoughtful, and Ling Yanlan looked confused when she heard this. She was only over a hundred years old, and in the demon clan's lifespan, she was still a girl.
Coupled with spending most of the time sleeping in a volcano, the knowledge reserve is naturally seriously insufficient.
The two of them stopped talking and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
Compared with the liveliness of the Hundred Demons Realm, this Divine Zone seems many times quieter, but it is a little too quiet. Except for the beating and smashing of the disciples at the foot of the mountain, there is no other sound, not even the chirping of cicadas or insects.
In a moment, the three of them had reached the top of the mountain, and a huge hall came into view.
Because it was a place that once received pilgrims, there is a huge worship square in front of the main hall. In the square, there are several large cauldrons specially used for offering incense.
The main hall in the center of the square also looks very majestic, as if time has left no trace on it, and it doesn't look like a place that has been abandoned for who knows how many years.
Although the decoration layout is grand and classical, it is a little less fairy-like and a little more earthly.
I don’t know whether it’s because there is no sunlight in the strange realm and the light is dim, or because of something else. The hall seems a little dark, and it’s hard to see clearly from the outside.
Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment and then walked into the hall.
As soon as he stepped into the hall, Wang Zijia was in a trance.
"May the Miao Dao Tianzun bless my son's high school!"
"I beg Chunyang Heavenly Lord to bless me and give birth to a baby boy!"
"Medicine King Bodhisattva wishes my husband-in-law a speedy recovery. When the time comes, I will definitely repay my wish with three sacrifices!"
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When Wang Zijia came back from his trance, countless noisy voices rushed into his mind, and strong sunlight entered his eyes, Wang Zijia frowned slightly.
He was still standing at the door of the hall at this moment. It was almost noon, and the sun was already quite bright, just reaching the door.
There was an endless stream of people coming in and out, and there were also various pilgrims in the square behind. The clothes are simple and quaint, just like ordinary people.
In the main hall, there were countless people burning incense and praying in various ways.
The faint smell of incense filled the entire hall, and he suddenly came to the past countless years ago.
"I wonder if this pilgrim comes to offer incense or to fulfill his vows?" At this time, a little Taoist boy came to Wang Zijia.
Mo Yunzi beside Wang Zijia turned into an old housekeeper at some point, and Ling Yanlan, who stood upright, turned into a maidservant, accompanying him on both sides.
It seemed as if Wang Zijia and the others were also pilgrims who came to offer incense.
"I wait······"
Faced with the little Taoist boy's inquiry, Lingyan Lan was about to reply, but Wang Zijia reached out to stop him.
Neither of them noticed that something was obviously wrong, except Wang Zijia who remained conscious. Even his attire has not changed, and he still maintains his original white clouds and green robes.
Both of them have paper figures given by Wang Zijia in their consciousnesses, but they are still in this situation at this moment. So, obviously this should be a scene similar to the Shinto illusion.
As Wang Zijia stopped her, Lingyanlan stopped talking. No matter her previous or current identity, she would listen to Wang Zijia.
Wang Zijia said nothing, but frowned and stepped into the hall.
When the little Taoist boy saw that he was in trouble, he was not angry and followed him honestly.
The main hall is very large, with more than ten statues of gods inside. At this moment, there are people worshiping in front of each statue.
What attracted Wang Zijia the most were the eight statues on the side, six men and two women (?), which made Wang Zijia feel familiar for a while.
A bald old man holding an iron crutch;
A veteran who rides a donkey backwards;
Half lying down, a bearded man holding a banana fan and exposing his breasts;
A young fairy holding a lotus leaf;
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Looking at the eight sculptures, Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and a sudden flash of lightning flashed in his mind.
"The Eight Immortals in the Shangdong?"
As Wang Zijia's words came out, and as the sound spread, the word seemed to have some special power. The entire illusion suddenly stopped, and then dense cracks appeared in the surrounding space.
"Crack!"
"Wave!"
With a crisp sound, all the illusions were shattered.
All the noise around them subsided, and Mo Yunzi and Lingyan Lan woke up together with surprised expressions on their faces.
When all the illusions disappeared, the three of them saw the real scene in the hall. Unlike outside the hall, the hall looked very dilapidated, like a ruin.
This time it was no longer empty. There were originally more than ten sculptures, but except for one of them, all the others were broken into various stones.
A large stream of incense fell from the sky and penetrated into the sculptured statue on the edge. After being inhaled by the statue, some wisps of mist in its body overflowed to the surroundings.
The statue also had one hand broken off and a crack on its forehead. A lot of paint had fallen off the surface, making it look a bit broken and its specific image could not be seen.
According to memory, if I remember correctly, that position was originally a man wearing a red official uniform, a black gauze hat, and holding a yin and yang board.
Uncle Cao Guo?
At this moment, as the illusion was shattered and the three of them were able to see clearly the situation in the main hall, the broken sculpture actually woke up under the sight of the three of them.
As the sculpture stared at Wang Zijia and the others, to be precise, it mainly stared at Wang Zijia. The three of them froze, and a strong pull came from their eyes.
Wang Zijia clearly felt that there was some force pulling on him, as if it was trying to pull his soul away.
"Another evil ghost with supernatural powers?"
In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Zijia's eyes also widened, and his strong spiritual roots mixed with pupil skills collided with the opponent.
"Crack...crack!"
The statue, which was already on the verge of being broken, was completely shattered by a collision and turned into rubble on the ground.
The three people's stiff bodies also regained control, and both Mo Yunzi and Lingyan Lan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Zijia frowned and came to the sculpture rubble. With his spiritual eyes flashing, he dug out a gray stone bead the size of a quail egg from the rubble.
There were also wisps of strange mist spreading over it, and Wang Zijia sensed it for a moment.
The reason why the strange mist is overflowing at this moment is entirely because there is a little incense residue inside.
What looks like an ordinary stone bead actually has the ability to gather incense and transform into mist.
The stone bead was originally supposed to be some kind of divine magic weapon, but now it seems to have been completely eroded by the evil spirit, and its original appearance cannot be seen. It only retains the most basic function of gathering incense, and after the transformation of the evil realm, it can spread the curse. Ability.
Is it a trick? Ghost thing?
The devil knows what it is.
In view of its strange function, Wang Zijia turned over and put it away.
(End of chapter)
