There is a problem with the Martial King Temple, but I am not worried.

If there is a problem, it means that the demon is here, which is a good thing.

As for whether the demons will harm me, I'm not worried at all.

This demon clings to the idol and enjoys the incense, which means that he will not wantonly harm others.

A harmful demon does not dare to enter the temple. If you do evil in the name of the gods, you are tired of life, heaven and earth do not tolerate it, and when you encounter a thunderstorm, you will definitely be struck and your soul will be scattered.

So I straightened my clothes, tried to be as polite as I could, and pushed the door in.

Facing it is a shrine with a statue of King Wu standing on it.

Holding a book in one hand and a sword at his waist in the other, the warrior king of Nanyue looked ahead, as if he was looking at someone.

I know what this idol means: the sword, which means to win the world on horseback. The book refers to ruling the world after dismounting.

This may also be the concept of King Wu.

In addition to a statue of the god, there are some offerings, an incense burner, and two permanent lamps.

The light I saw outside was the one that came from the ever-bright lamp.

Other than that, there was no one in the temple.

I cleared my throat, arched my hand and said, "Feng Shui physiognomy, Lin Feng, ask to see the Martial King of Nanyue." ”

When I say this, I show that I am also a practitioner, and I hope that he will meet me.

However, after I finished speaking, there was no movement around me, and no one responded to me.

I frowned and closed my eyes to sense his position.

Soon, I felt a vague breath of soul on my right.

I opened my eyes, looked to the right, and was slightly stunned.

On the right is a wall with large murals painted on it, most of which are the deeds of the warrior kings who fought in various places and made great achievements.

I walked over and looked at the mural suspiciously: "Could it be that he is hiding in the mural?" ”

I arched my hand at the mural, and said politely again: "Feng Shui physiognomy, ask to see the Martial King." ”

Still no one pays attention to me.

I was wondering when I heard a rustle behind me.

I jerked my head back, and the rustling was gone, and there was nothing behind me.

I was wondering when I suddenly felt a chill on my ankle, as if I had been grabbed by a hand.

My brain buzzed in fright, and I hurriedly stepped back.

As a result, I found that a tree root had grown on the ground at some unknown point, and it seemed to be sane, and it was wrapped around my ankle.

Not only that, but it was crawling up my ankles, trying to wrap itself around my body.

I was horrified, and I pinched a thunderbolt and struck it.

As a result, with a pop, the roots of the tree disappeared.

The ground was leveled as if nothing had happened.

What's going on, is what I just saw a hallucination?

I looked back at the statue on the altar and felt a little annoyed: I am a cultivator, and I have come to visit you politely today. This demon is just a martial king, and he really thinks of himself as a god? It was too much to tease me with hallucinations.

I wanted to go outside with a full stomach, but when I got to the door, I saw the moon in the sky.

I was slightly stunned in my heart: "This moon, is it a dark moon?" ”

I reached out and counted it, and the more I calculated, the more frightened I became. That's right, today is the Obscure Moon.

I once heard my grandfather say that those demons and ghosts attached to the idols are usually fine, they are very peaceful, and they are even willing to help others solve disasters.

But when it comes to the obscure moon, there are often accidents. Therefore, even cultivators should avoid entering such temples in the dark moon.

I'm so anxious today that I haven't calculated the days properly. I said, why have you been so angry and restless since you came in?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly walked outside.

As a result, I was about to step out of the door when my feet suddenly sank.

My heart sank: "Not good. ”

I reached for the door frame, trying to pull my leg out.

But I was sinking so fast that two seconds later, it was already in my chest.

I saw that the ground around me was eating away at my soul like quicksand.

"Holy!"

I only had time to curse this sentence before I was completely swallowed up by the quicksand.

…………

With a buzz, I felt like I had arrived in another world.

When I opened my eyes, I found it a barren wilderness.

There was a moon hanging in the sky, but the moon was a strange red.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Where the hell is this?

A gust of wind blew, whining, like a human cry.

Along with the wind, there are also clouds of sorrow and cruelty.

The cloud quickly enveloped me, and I couldn't see anything around me.

"Hallucination, this must be an illusion." I thought silently to myself.

I closed my eyes and wanted to come back to reality.

Two seconds later, I was horrified to find that I couldn't break the illusion.

The illusion here is so powerful, who set it up? Is it the demon?

What exactly is his purpose?

I thought about it all the way and started walking around here.

Any illusion has an illusion eye.

The phantom eye is the root of the illusion and the lifeline of the illusion. As long as I find the illusion and find a way to break it, then I can come out of the illusion.

I walked forward step by step.

At first, my steps were relatively easy, but after a short time, I felt a little sluggish under my feet, as if the ground was sticky and stuck to my feet all the time.

I looked down and was suddenly scared out of a white sweat.

I saw white roots on my feet, which had pierced my shoes and were trying to take root in the wilderness.

By the time I stopped, it was already digging into the dirt.

I was startled and quickly pulled my foot out.

Then, I pinched a thunderbolt and hit it.

But it's useless, it's completely useless.

In the illusion, the thunder trick is useless.

I'm in a bit of a hurry, if I don't find the Phantom Eye soon, I'll take root here, and then turn into a tree, and by that time, I won't be able to move, I'm afraid I'll never be able to get out.

The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and I quickly ran forward.

But the roots of the tree grew faster and faster, and I was running at first, but I had no choice but to grit my teeth and move forward.

With each step, pull the roots out of the dirt.

It's getting harder and harder for me to walk.

Suddenly, the surrounding clouds disappeared abruptly.

I was overjoyed when I saw a figure in front of me.

I hurriedly walked towards the figure, and in the process, my steps became more and more difficult, and I was exhausted.

By the time I got behind the figure, I couldn't move.

I felt like the roots of the tree had been dug deep into the ground.

I tried to lift my legs, but I couldn't lift them at all.

"I hope this guy is a phantom, or I'm finished." I thought to myself.

I began to look at the figure.

He knelt on the ground, wrapped in chains, each of which had shackles on it.

It's as if it's a prisoner.

He had his head down, his long hair falling down, and I couldn't see his face clearly.

And beside this man, there was a knife.

The knife was scarred, and there were many places where the blade had been curled.

It's as if the knife has slashed a lot of people and has become very dull.

Suddenly, someone whispered in my ear, "Pick up the knife and kill him." ”

I was startled and turned my head sharply: "Who is it?" ”

But I didn't have anyone around.

Suddenly, however, the voice reappeared, this time behind me. I could even feel its cold aura: "This is a great sinner, kill him." ”

I jerked around, but there was still nothing behind me.

But...... I seemed to see some dark shadows in the clouds in the distance.

I bent down and picked up the knife.

I didn't really want to kill someone, I just thought that in a place like this, with an extra knife, maybe I could defend myself.

As soon as I picked up the knife, the sound came again.

This time the voice became excited: "Kill him, kill him." Aren't you a feng shui physiognomy? Isn't it to eliminate violence and peace? ”

I was slightly stunned: "This voice knows my identity?" Did he hear what I said after I entered the ancestral hall? ”

I asked aloud, "Who are you?" ”

The voice didn't answer my question, just circled around me, saying, "Kill him, kill him." Kill him, and you'll be free. ”

I looked around warily.

What does this sound mean? Why do I have to kill this person?

If this person could be killed, why didn't he kill himself? Why did you let me kill?

It's ...... There won't be a trap, right?

I cautiously picked up the hair of the man next to me with my knife.

He fell to his knees silently, letting me play with his head without any resistance. It seems that he has accepted his fate, and he wants to kill or chop casually.

I brushed his hair away and took a look at it in the dim light. Then I was shocked.

This...... Isn't this the martial king of South Vietnam?

This face is exactly the same as the face of the idol.

He...... How did you get tied up here?