Weird, incredible.

One or two hundred pairs of eyes looked at this Taoist priest's palm, but this Taoist priest's palm, after passing through the ginseng branches and leaves, immediately recovered as before.

"It's okay..."

After discovering the strangeness of his palm, the Taoist priest immediately withdrew his palm, stretched out his other hand, and stroked the palm of his hand that had just touched the ginseng branches and leaves, feeling real, warm, and not illusory, before he put his mind at ease.

Looking at the ginseng branches and leaves again, the Taoist priest was no longer as scared as he was just now: "The treasure has a master, this side of the world originally belonged to Zhang Zhenren, and everything here belongs to Zhang Zhenren." This is the world opened up by Zhang Zhenren, so the things here, without Zhang Zhenren's consent, I'm afraid we can't get them..."

At this point, everyone didn't expect just now, and this Taoist priest's explanation immediately dispelled the fear in many people's hearts: "Lin Song Daoyou is right. This is originally the world of Zhang Zhenren, let's dispel the idea of hunting for treasures here and competing for treasures..."

Looking at the ginseng again, many cultivators felt sorry in their hearts: "The treasure is like dust, but unfortunately it is like a passing cloud, looking at the truth, I don't have this kind of opportunity..."

There is no fear in their hearts, and naturally, many cultivators still can't really see treasures as if they were nothing.

Having greed in your heart, and wanting to truly dispel this greed is tantamount to climbing to the sky.

People have a thousand thoughts, but greed cannot be eliminated. Every person will have greed in his heart from the moment he grows up and is sensible. As young as a three-year-old child, who wants to take away other people's toys, to seventy or eighty years old, who wants to sit on the world, greedy for all kinds of strange things, all kinds of greed, occupy almost everyone's heart.

"This doesn't belong to us!"

Some cultivators really saw it.

It's your own, and you definitely can't run.

What is not your own, even if you think about it a lot, even if you use all kinds of thoughts, you still can't get it after all.

"Qingyun Daoyou, don't think about this anymore. Let's find out, is there a gate of time and space here, let's find a place for Zhang Zhenren to preach as soon as possible, listening to the sermon is a chance..."

An elderly Taoist priest raised his head and looked around, trying to find the gate of time and space.

The same is true for others, the moment the elderly Taoist priest uttered these words, someone began to search for the gate of time and space.

Just raised his eyes, and the faces of nearly two hundred people changed drastically: "This is..."

This is no longer the world just now, there are hundreds of other people around them just now. But now, around them, there are only those who watched the ginseng just now. The rest of the cultivators are long gone.

Moreover, the world just now was full of mountains and lush vegetation.

But now, they see the world in their eyes, an endless plain. It's just that the plains are barren. The distant peaks vanished. The gurgling water around me is gone...

Before they knew it, they were separated from hundreds of other cultivators, as if they were separated by a world!

"This ginseng is probably the key to the door of time and space. Without us knowing, we've gone to other worlds..."

......

"Wang Ben!"

In the original space area, Wang Ben was still depressed, staggering forward. It was as if the soul was drawing him in front of him, and he himself lost all consciousness.

Wang Ben's master was almost furious, he was a little angry in his heart, he knew that this situation of his disciple was definitely related to this world. And everything in this world is probably related to Zhang Daoran.

He was almost certain that Zhang Daoran was absolutely secretly manipulating everything in this world.

"You don't care about those who dig ginseng, don't punish them, our master and apprentice don't do anything, and you treat them like this?"

With Zhang Daoran, Yun Mengzi didn't have a good impression in his heart, and at this time, he was even more dissatisfied with the island in the middle of the lake.

"Bastard!"

Yun Mengzi was furious, and almost all the anger in his heart poured out: "Don't wake up yet?"

Yun Mengzi slapped his disciple Wang Ben on the back: "You evil obstacle!"

The last sentence was obviously not scolding his disciple Wang Ben, but secretly scolding Zhang Daoran.

Although Yun Mengzi did not enter the Tao, he was more or less exposed to some Shinto. I know that many people who open an altar to invite God have the ability to help people repay their wishes or souls. Sometimes, a roar of rage, pretending to be fierce, can have the effect of blocking evil spirits.

The evil charm seduces the mind and confuses its mind, and the back is the dead end of the man's mind, and the door is in the chest. This slap is slapped, but unfortunately there is no incense ash here, otherwise a handful of incense ashes sprinkled on the top of Wang Ben's head will have a better effect, and the evil spirit will be able to drive out of Wang Ben's mind...

"Bang..."

This slap is the outpouring of all Yun Mengzi's anger, and it can be said that he is merciless, completely pouring his anger on his disciples. With this slap, Wang Ben fell directly to the ground, and Yun Mengzi also felt that his palms and bones seemed to be broken.

"The Evil Spirit is so powerful?"

Yun Mengzi's heart was shocked, and his palms were burning with pain. In his opinion, it was precisely because of the strong power of the evil spirit that it would give him such a powerful reverberation power.

In fact, people are the same, if you punch me, I may be in a lot of pain after being forced, but unless the skill of the beater can counteract this kind of shock, he will also be injured.

"Hmph..."

Wang Ben fell to the ground, as if the evil spirit had really been driven away, his face turned pale, until he was gasping for air, his eyes were wide open, and he clenched his teeth: "Hmph..."

In his back, his spine was as if it was broken, Wang Ben's eyes were dark, and his heart almost stopped beating: "Who is it?"

Turning his head, he felt that the world was shaking, and he didn't know who was sneaking up on him.

It's just that when I turned my head, I saw my own master, with a black face, and the colleagues around him, each of them was full of surprise.

Wang Ben was shocked in his heart, and he didn't know why: "Master, why did you beat me?"

"Yes, Daoyou Yun Mengzi, you are also your personal disciple, fight like this, don't scrap it..."

Among the hundreds of cultivators, there were some young people. Only Wang Ben lost his soul, as if he was occupied by evil spirits. This has become the key to the psychological superiority of some cultivators.

"Hmph..."

Originally, Wang Ben was depressed, staggering forward, which made him feel embarrassed. Now the people in the same way, ridiculed like this, and the anger that had just disappeared in his heart because of that slap appeared again: "Evil obstacle! What the hell is going on?"

Yun Mengzi really wanted to slap him out, this evil disciple really made him lose his face.

It's just that with the slap just now, his palm almost lost sensation, and the initial pain disappeared and became numb. He knew that there must be a bone in his palm...

One more slap, and I'm afraid the palm will really be useless!

Wang Ben's face was full of grievances, and he looked at Yun Mengzi and kept winking.

"Master... Disciple, I'll tell you..."

Wang Ben stood up and was about to approach Yun Mengzi: "Disciple..."

"Fuck off!"

Yun Mengzi also kept making his eyes: "Did you just now be occupied by the evil spirit? If it weren't for the poor Dao who knew some Taoism and rescued you, I'm afraid that you have been drained of your soul by the evil spirit and become a walking corpse!"