Miao Zhu, Taoist priests, monks, their treatment was better than those who fished out of the way, they were not thrown into the class room, they were taken to the Feng family's house.

In addition to the old temple Zhu of Guandi Temple, the small temple Zhu of Tianfei Temple, and the old rotten Confucian wearing robes in the merit ancestral hall, the rest of the people trembled one by one, and the Taoist priest and monk were even more unbearable.

The errand officials in the yamen were also trembling with fear.

In front of me, there are only three words,

Messy, messy, messy.

Demons in troubled times.

The old temple of Guandi Temple kept smoking the long pole dry smoke in his hand, without saying a word, the small temple of Tianfei Temple looked around with empty eyes, and then lowered his head, looking at his nose and nose, like a clay sculpture of wood, only the old rotten Confucian was quite energetic, and wanted to scold people several times, but was constantly pulled by the small temple of Tianfei Temple, and the words of scolding reached his throat and eyes, and he was blocked back. Repeatedly, he held his breath in his chest, and his face turned red.

The errand officer who lowered his head next to him saw the appearance of the old rotten man, and kicked him on the buttocks, leaving a dust footprint: "Silence! ”

The old rotten man turned around and saw the errand official who was glaring at him angrily, and he was even more angry, but when he saw the errand official's clothes, he swallowed his anger and silently recited "The people do not fight with the officials" to comfort himself.

The square in front of the Feng family is like a hell of fire that will never be extinguished.

It's full of blood.

Whether it is a human or a demon, the corpses lie together, without discrimination, no one restrains them, but those witches, one by one, are alive and well, they have never moved, and now they are even more trembling, kneeling on the ground and not daring to speak, acting as the eyes and ears of the new gods, and the mouth.

As for those who carry muskets to hurt people, one or two even have their guns in half.

The Old Gods are dead.

The old gods, which are about the same period as the old gods, have been renovated and baked.

Lin Feng sat at the top, expressionless, no joy, no anger, a kind of detachment.

He didn't put down the zombie skin, and he is still an image wearing a zombie skin.

Neither good nor evil.

On the contrary, it is this kind of alienated feeling that makes people even more frightening.

Ruthless.

Compared with the illusory, it has lost a lot of "defeated dead generals".

A man with a long sword, clearly not fearless.

Even though he had seriously injured their gods just now, he was still too close to life.

Those believers are unbelieving and want to rebel.

Until he showed his brutality and inhumanity.

Lin Feng looked at all this indifferently, the people and demons he killed had souls, they all obviously had some spirituality, and they recognized themselves, but they didn't know what he looked like in the eyes of these souls, they were very afraid.

After waiting for a long time, there was no mistake to take them away.

They were forcibly detained by Lin Feng's side.

Follow him.

Lin Feng ended their lives, and after they died, they did not escape Lin Feng's clutches, and were pulled by Lin Feng by their side and followed behind.

Next to this fire, half of the paper figures of the Fukou paper fire shop were piled up on the side, not knowing what to do.

Those believers were all kneeling on the ground at the moment, their mouths clumsily mimicking the sound of sacrifice, trying to please the gods.

This person reminds them of the most primitive fear, and it is also the most primitive fear worship.

Because of fear, pray for it.

Faced with an unpredictable, unsearchable pattern, unable to resist, they began to pray for forgiveness, for mercy on their men, for the gods not to hurt them.

Heroes are worthy of respect, but they are more willing to worship the latter and ask for forgiveness than an being who has the evil of human nature, who has teased the weak, who is greedy for wealth, who is obsessed with beauty, and who can be punished at any time.

Heroes may be able to negotiate conditions.

But the wicked either deal with him with more powerful violence, or submit to him.

Villains, villains with no bottom line, have no way to talk about conditions.

This is the reason why before the destruction of the mountain and the temple, when Buddhism was not transmitted, the mountains were full of mountain kings and wild monsters.

In the mountains, there are really tigers, outside, there are really wild beasts, and there are Si Yamen above, which can really kill people.

Everyone feared the god of the land.

Everyone was afraid that the god of the land would come down and punish him.

Everyone was afraid of the disaster brought by the mountain gods.

Everyone was also afraid of the plague, so they worshipped the plague and regarded it as a god.

At that time, the gods were not amiable, they were terrible, and they would call the gods representing the plague for a small disrespect, and send down divine punishment.

Just like those big men who have a division and a yamen.

The rich were like pigs and sheep in the hands of the officials of the Han Dynasty.

Ordinary people, even more so.

Lin Feng's actions reminded these "believers" of "before".

True, bittersweet memories.

As the witches parroted, the servants grabbed the Taoist priests and told them to work.

Someone lit the incense candles and cast the altar, and the officials waved the iron ruler and signaled the Taoist priests to move, Lin Feng looked at the movements of these Taoist priests and frowned.

Something is wrong with these Taoist priests.

Their movements are too unskilled.

These Taoist priests are not the same, there are hungry and thin shoulders that cannot be lifted or lifted, there are fat balls of friendly dough, and there are eyeballs dripping and spinning, and they look cunning and cunning.

No serious person.

Especially when they were forging the altar.

Lin Feng's altar is neither Shangqing, nor Lingbao, nor is it a pure and clear, the altar of the secret method of stealing the door is simpler than these altars, and the law of folk customs pays attention to a local adaptation.

Even so, those Taoist priests couldn't do it.

These Taoist priests are not the Three Mountains Talisman, let alone the true Dao, Lin Feng, a layman, can see the problem after two glances.

Keyi, they can't do it, they don't look like the disciples of the Three Mountains Fuqi, naturally, they are not Quanzhen.

If there is a Dao Quan who can really practice like this, these Taoist priests can be reopened.

As a Taoist priest, virtue, prestige and Zhaijiao are not good.

Lin Fengzhi frowned.

Where did all this waste dim sum come from.

Lin Feng didn't speak, and he made the wind fall to the side, whistling in the ears of Wu Qi.

Wu Zhen trembled, and asked in place of Lin Feng: "Master said, take out the identity certificate of the Taoist priest and look at it." ”

After a check, Lin Feng was stunned.

Not to mention the Taoist priests who confer the precepts, there are many Taoist priests who can't even prove their own lineage.

Zhang Kou said that the ancestor is Qiu Chuji, which is the whole truth inherited from Qiu Chuji, and it is also from Laoshan and Beijing, which is very lofty.

And then, do you prove it?

No.

You say that you are a high-level Taoist priest who took you to the beginning of the whole truth, when did you pass on the precepts, which lawyer was you, what altar did you open when you passed on the precepts, what kind of headscarf did you bring, what kind of precepts did you bring, what kind of lineage did you study, what kind of pill did you practice?

I don't know.

The Taoist priest just asked, and then asked the monk, ten great monks, nine of them did not take precepts.

Six of one and half a dozen of the other.

It is called memorizing scriptures, and it is divided into branches, only a few monks with fat bodies and loud voices, who have a loud voice when they recite it, who are skillful in their movements, and who are solemn in their appearance, and who are holding a good appearance and a good skin.

Compared with these Taoist priests, these monks have at least done their work without any problem.

However, after a closer investigation, they were illiterate, and when asked how they knew the scriptures, they said that when they were sleeping in the Buddhist hall, they heard the scriptures in the maze of the lake, and when they heard too much, they would naturally memorize them. The reason why they are so proficient in reciting is because of their work, they have to rely on this to eat, beat gongs, beat drums, and chant scriptures, each with its own emphasis.

If the posture is good, the business will naturally be good.

When business is good, it is natural to eat enough.

Virtuous circle.

Seeing these monks and Taoists like this, Lin Feng was extremely disappointed.

Outside the game, a lot of things are missing.

The world in the game is not much better.

What exactly has happened to cause the Dharma veins to wither to such an extent?

Is it that the talents have all been filled in the [Shengxian Village], which has led to the inheritance fault in the outside inheritance, or has something happened that left these ......

No, it shouldn't be to stay, it's to make these people indiscriminate.

But if there are a few methods left, these people in Fukou will not be like this!

To say that they are mages is really a bit too much to overestimate them, but it is the three temple blessings standing next to them, which is still a little interesting.

Especially the old man who smoked dry cigarettes, behind him, there was a faint golden light, and at a glance, there was still a three-point evil aura on his body.

The merit shrine couldn't see anything, the temple in the Tianfei Temple, Lin Feng could smell the cyan incense coming from his body from a distance.

The amount of incense is simply terrifying.

If the incense is corresponding to the strength, then among the three temple wishes, the temple blessing in the Tianfei Temple can slap Lin Feng to death.

[Qi Observation Eye: A Glimpse of the Soul]

[Name: Zhou Laohan]

[Type: Person]

[Strength: not in the product]

【Skill: None】

[Luck: ??? 】

[Threat: None ~ Very High]

This is the first time this has happened.

It's just that you can't see the name clearly (Zhou Laohan), Emperor Guan's temple wishes Zhou Laohan has not cultivated, his luck is uncertain, and the threat is even more erratic.

Lin Feng then went to see the temple blessings of Tianfei Temple.

[Qi Observation Eye: A Glimpse of the Soul]

[Name: Lin Yinian]

[Type: Person]

[Strength: not in the product]

【Skill: None】

[Luck: ??? 】

[Threat: None ~ Very High]

The temple of Tianfei Temple is the same, except for the name is a little different, the strength is also none, and the threat is also erratic.

As for the poor and sour old Confucian who said the Meritorious Temple, [Qi Observation Eye: A Glimpse of Horror] has no effect at all.

He's like a dead man.

But a dead person will not have both breath and shadow, so vivid.

This Fukou, I didn't see it at first, but now when I look at it, the water in Fukou is definitely deep enough, it is these people here, Lin Feng has to say three words.

Blame.

Blame.

Blame!

Of these three interesting temple wishes, one or two are not normal.

After reading the temple blessings, among these trembling people, Lin Feng saw the Western sailor again, and from the time he got the ticket, the Western sailor appeared from time to time.

The light of the fire shone on his face, making him look like his face flickered and darkened.

Sensing Lin Feng's gaze.

He continued to tap the lid with his fingers, as if to remind him forever that time was passing.

Lin Feng's eyes were slightly deep, and he used the [Qi Observation Eye: Shocking Glance].

[Qi Observation Eye: A Glimpse of the Soul]

[Name: Lucky Friday]

[Type: ......]

……

This was the first time, Lin Feng hadn't seen all of them. In the past, even if he couldn't see some information, he could see some "??? This sailor is extremely outrageous, his name is [Lucky Friday], and the name of the person is like the name of the ship, or he may be the ship.

But some of the latter traits disappeared with the disappearance of the person.

Boats, too, are not simple.

It's not out of the mouth yet, it's so troublesome.

The fifth uncle was able to escape from such a scene.

Is he really a late Ming Dynasty fire gun that can be killed?

He is not the general of the Li family.

Lin Feng's hand clasped on the divine chariot and continued to say nothing.

Since the other party didn't move, Lin Feng didn't take the initiative to break it, the altar had been done, and Lin Feng stepped forward.

【Secret Technique of Door Theft: Five Ghost Handling Techniques】

He used paper figures instead of corpse bones, with Lin Feng's footsteps and spells, the people around him felt the gust of yin wind, Lin Feng was actually a big gamble, every time he used this technique, he couldn't forget one thing.

Inside [Xiangxi Mountain], the huge blood god looks like a soul is chained.

He was afraid there was such a thing around here.

There may not be gods and Buddhas, but demons, perhaps, there are.

With Lin Feng's footsteps and spells, the surrounding darkness seemed to be even thicker, and the sacrificial flame pit burning here began to shrink slightly, and the surrounding torches and lanterns, as well as the light of the dead wind lantern, were constantly suppressed by this darkness.

Miserable cries and weird laughter came from the surroundings, and then, those "dead" paper figures began to gradually "come to life", first in the dark, with ink dots in the eyes, then hands and feet, and finally stood up directly.

What happened was not only the Feng family's house, but also the entire Fukou that began to change because of Lin Feng's reckless move.