Dragon's mouth spray, the sunrise is like gold.

Towering Qinling, foggy, early, six o'clock.

The sun had not yet appeared, and the mountain fog had not lifted. A few "merchants" nervously followed the shopkeeper of the local shop and walked up the hill, their clothes wet from the morning fog.

A few of the "merchants" breathed heavily.

As can be seen from the shape of their walking and their somewhat deformed arms, they are all Tufuzi.

These Tufuzi practiced bone shrinking skills.

Because of the long-term dislocation and reinstallation, their bodies are all deformed, and insiders can see at a glance the identities of some of the deviants.

They were a little scared, this was obviously not the Jin family's big mansion in Guanzhong, but the person who led the way in front was also right.

"If you want to go to see the shopkeeper of the palm, you can rest assured, with the reputation of our Jin family in the rivers and lakes, we will not ignore your three melons and two dates."

The one who led the way in front comforted them.

Hearing this, the merchants who followed them did not dare to speak.

After a while, they arrived at their destination, and when they saw the house, several "merchants" looked at each other.

It was a house built under a cliff, and the shopkeeper told one of them to go in, and the rest waited outside.

"We took out what your Jin family wanted, your Jin family won't kill people, right?"

One of them couldn't help but ask.

The man who brought them here looked like fools.

"What did you do with our Jin family?"

The leader gritted his teeth, threw the cloth in his arms into his arms, and said, "Okay, go."

He walked in from the outside, and in an instant, there was a scream of extreme pain.

Soar into the sky.

The people guarding outside in an instant, the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers.

Who knew that they were fast, and the shopkeeper standing beside them was faster, he took out the quick knife in his sleeve and killed these people, and then he let out a breath.

After killing someone, his eyes were full of consternation, and he stepped forward quickly and knocked on the door.

"The big treasurer, the big treasurer? What happened to you? Why did you suddenly do it? For the sake of money."

It seems that he didn't expect the big shopkeeper inside to suddenly make a move.

Just as he knocked quickly, the door opened.

A gust of wind spit out, and the shopkeeper saw the scene inside, and vomited "wow"!

……

[Northwest Conjuring - "Rebels with Bad Intentions"]

[Act I: Entrusted by Others, Loyal to Others]

[Within twenty-four hours of entering the game, find the soul of the lost child in Yangjia Village]

[Life Remaining: 1]

【You have completed the mission】

【Auto-archiving ......】

【Archive Completed】

【Distribute Task Rewards】

[You've received a game alert, do you want to check it now?] 】

[Yes / No]

【Yes】

[You received a material poem, from Zhang Boduan's seven-word quatrain. First take Qiankun as a tripod vessel, and then cook the black rabbit medicine. Both drive the two things to the zodiac, and strive for the golden pill to be indissolved]

[You have received the blessing of Zhang Boduan's seven-word quatrain, and when you see the corresponding material, you will receive a reminder]

[You can see the clues related to the quatrain]....

[You have completed the Act 1 mission]

【Do you want to quit the game?】 】

[Yes / No]

[No, the game continues]

【Open Act 2 Mission】

【Entering Act 2 Mission】

[Act II Mission: The Suspicion of the Golden Mansion]

[Please find out the current situation of the Jin family within a week after meeting the Jin Mansion (the longer the delay, the higher the difficulty, and there is no upper limit), the fewer dead Jinlong Town villagers, the higher the evaluation]

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Life Remaining: 1]

[Reward for completing the mission: 1 material]

[Cooldown: Same as above]

In the red mud, the monk sent the child over with a smile, and took off his magic robe and put it on Lin Feng's sword, expressing his unwillingness to kill.

He spread out his hands, so that Lin Feng could see his hands, indicating that he had no malice, and next to him, it was his physical body.

Lin Feng didn't know what kind of state this monk was in.

At his feet was the corpse of the monk himself, and the monk was dragging the corpse as he walked towards it.

"I'm a precept monk."

The monk said calmly, "Even if I am in hell, I have never broken the vows, and if even I have broken the vows, then who else in the monastery can keep the precepts?"

The precepts are a bondage and a great freedom, and when I can see the bondage as freedom, I can disobey the precepts."

When he spoke, the head of the Buddha behind him also opened and closed his mouth.

Lin Feng examined the precept monk.

He was first and foremost a normal, a monk of about seven meters tall, and at his feet, dragging a corpse identical to him, connected to them by the whiskered adventitious roots of a lotus flower.

Because of their material, these whiskered roots are forged from flesh and blood, so they look weird.

At the place of his spine, a piece of esophagus rushed straight out of the flesh, and on top of it was a Buddha head.

The head of Shakyamuni Buddha.

The Buddha's head is also made of flesh and blood, because it is too real, it makes people feel psychological, and even because the Buddha's head has changed from stone carving to flesh, Lin Feng has a kind of physiological discomfort.

The head of the Buddha floated high in the air, and Lin Feng could see it clearly, every time the lightning slashed, this face of Shakyamuni would change slightly.

Lin Feng held the souls of those children in his hands, swallowed them with the cane method, and in front of him, the precept monk talked eloquently.

He also carried a statue of Buddha behind him, which is why he is still "alive" to this day.

"It's not good-looking, but it's useful."

"This is the secret treasure of the Yellow River, the emperor once sank some nobles into the Yellow River, asking for the forgiveness of the river, one day, the emperor in the Obon Festival, when he put the treasure boat with his own hands, this Buddha treasure floated out of the river, someone told the emperor, this is the Yellow River miraculous.

Over the years, Huang He Bo has received a sacrifice from the emperor, so he gave it to the emperor, and the emperor was overjoyed and put it in the treasure house."

Lin Feng listened patiently to the words of the precept monk.

After a little attempt just now, he didn't leave, listening carefully to what this strange precept monk said, there was no danger.

The precept monk in front of him was in a very chaotic situation.

There is a pattern to his actions, and if he violates this law, he will be struck by thunder. ….

At present, it seems that the rule is to listen to him.

If you leave now......

It's going to be tough.

Lin Feng glanced upward, and the Buddha head was staring at him like this.

He is the same evil sect as this Buddha head.

No one can figure out how the other is attacking.

It's like a normal person wouldn't have thought of Lin Feng at this moment, if he was willing, the second life seed could cross into his tongue.

He can open his mouth and stain someone's face with blood.

Then the tongue pops out and pierces the other's face.

His tongue is tempered.

Sharper than a fish intestine sword.

When everyone does it, it may be a flash of lightning, and it doesn't take a few moves to win or lose.

If the precept monk has something to say, then let him say it.

Looking at such a precept monk, everyone did not dare to act rashly.

The people behind Lin Feng, they could only keep touching their spines, and they felt a little itchy.

In such a situation, these people have no right to resist, and all they can do is to be in danger

Before you come, run a little faster.

You don't need to run fast, you just need to run a little faster than your teammates.

Under the gaze of the Buddha's head, they have different forms, standing on their legs and wanting to go first.

But they didn't dare to move, because Lin Feng didn't move, they knew that in such a place, if they wanted to live, they would watch the leader's movements and follow the leader.

The precept monk looked at them, kept his mouth shut about the Buddha's head, changed the subject, and went to talk about something else.

He held a book in both hands: "This is the scripture that I have translated here for so many years, it is from the Vinaya of Tianzhu, and after my translation, it should be able to be used by all temples, please give this thing away, can you?"

Lin Feng: "Yes."

There were a few wails from behind, and there were no enemies here, so they had made a mistake, and there was only one possibility.

They were killed by the ordination monks.

Lin Feng didn't look back, and he couldn't save people if he turned back anyway.

The precept monk folded his hands and handed the book to Lin Feng, and more eyes suddenly appeared in his eyes.

One large eye and several small eyes are joined together.

It's like the eyes are packed.

More like a dragonfly.

He stared at Lin Feng without blinking.

Lin Feng glanced at him, and the precept monk smiled slightly: "How are these eyes of mine?"

Lin Feng: "6."

The Vinaya had thought of many answers.

I didn't expect that the person in front of me said six.

What is he in six?

Scratching your head (physics).

For a moment, the precept monk who was still talking eloquently just now stopped talking.

Lin Feng was very calm, he had seen more than this evil sect, and this level of situation could not shock him.

The smell of blood is crooked, the head of the Buddha behind the monk opens his mouth and swallows all the blood, the precept monk has no restraint on the head of the Buddha, the head of the Buddha is stained with blood, and it is more and more real.

Lin Feng took the classic in his hand and said nonchalantly: "Devouring blood, is this also in line with the precepts you translated?"

The precept monk disagreed: "The Buddha is in the heart, not on the top of the head.

It is a secret treasure of Buddhism, I am a Buddha, it is not a Buddha, how can a clay wood carving be a Buddha?

How could a Buddha be beheaded? If the face of the Buddha is so easy to see, how many men and women can believe in it without falling into reincarnation and entering the six realms? ….

If it were that simple, how could there be so many good faiths that you would never see a Buddha in your lifetime?"

He didn't act angrily because of these words, but patiently explained, and Lin Feng let go of the magic sword in his hand with some regret.

Yes, it's not a set.

The precept monk looked at the things in Lin Feng's hand with some reluctance, and asked, "There are two ways to get out of here, one is that you are smeared with mud, and then someone will talk nonsense, as long as you can hold this nonsense, after you fall asleep, someone from the kiln will take you back.

During this time, you may be suffocated by the red mud, or you may go crazy because you hear the gibberish......

When Lin Feng heard this, he knew that this was the last time he left.

The precept monk remained silent, and he said the second point.

"The second point, a little difficult, is to take some risks, to go to the abandoned Chengtian Temple here, you can leave through the Chengtian Temple, there is a Tinglei Garden in the center of the Chengtian Temple, there, there's an unspeakable building, you can also leave.

Of course, if your desire is a little stronger, you can also go anywhere you can think of, the Western Buddha Land, the Taoist Heavenly Court, the heavens and the earth, all the places you can imagine, you can leave."

When he said these words, the precept monk raised his hand lightly, pointed out the direction to Lin Feng, and said with some temptation, "You have something to think about, and you have gained."

There was an exclamation from behind.

It looks like those people aren't dead yet.

Lin Feng stared at the suddenly changing eyes of the precept monk and said, "

That is to say, Chengtianguan has the ability to turn you into reality? A dream come true?"

The precept monk shook his head and said, "More than that."

Lin Feng said, "Void Creation?"

The precept monk shook his head and said, "Not only that, although this Chengtian Temple has been abandoned for various reasons, it still has some functions, if you are really curious, you can go over and have a look, but before you go past, can you give me back my hard work."

If you go there, you will never come back."

The head of the Buddha began to slowly bow down, ready to move at any time, Lin Feng was unmoved, it was not frightened, he asked another question without saying to the horse's mouth: "So what about your wishes?"

The head of the Buddha took it back.

Vinaya: "I haven't been there, I'm a stupid person, so I know one thing."

He was about to speak, when suddenly, a terrifying light came from the direction of lightning.

That burst of light surpassed the lightning, and then, the entire "kiln factory" reappeared bright, and Lin Feng looked back and saw the scene.

The first thing you see is the god of the north wind.

The god of the north wind spread himself out like a piece of high-gluten dough that had been stirred in the kitchen machine for a long time, and a glove film appeared.

It had thirty-six heads, and each of the arms that appeared was made up of countless skull bones, and these claws landed on the "mountain", and at once it was a piece of land, and the whole hill, under its claws, was extremely crispy.

Lin Feng looked at its attack method, its attack method was very strange, between the thirty-six different heads, it would emit its own voice. ….

Every sound is fatal to mortals.

These voices fell in the void in front of them, and they didn't know what they were fighting against.

It is the god of the north wind, and strangely enough, it does not use the wind much, and soon, it is seriously injured, tears out a large number of clouds, and hides itself in the clouds, not wanting to be seen.

It wasn't until it was hidden in the clouds that the wind began to kick in.

Lin Feng felt that an extremely terrifying storm was brewing between heaven and earth, and in the middle of the clouds, a big hand fell.

But Lin Feng still didn't see clearly who the enemy of the God of the North Wind was.

Subconsciously, Lin Feng thought of what kind of Bodhisattva, without believers, without rituals, something that should not exist here, would leave here.

If you think about it this way, the god of the north wind should be something that can remain here.

That enemy who should leave here and can't see it, why can he attack the God of the North Wind, because according to that famous theory, as long as you can't see it, you can't fight it, after this security theory is broken, Lin Feng can't imagine how things will develop.

It's also because of this earth-shattering light.

Lin Feng finally saw what this place looked like.

Xie Shiba's painting is really not bad at all. ，

Lin Feng even had time to praise and thank eighteen.

He didn't know if Xie Shibai painted it here.

It's a lot like that, though.

This is still the Loess Plateau landform, but when the whole landform is really exposed, he finds that he is in a termite nest.

This is not a natural landscape.

It was someone who built such a scene on the crispy Loess Plateau landform.

I don't know how much manpower and material resources were needed to build such a large building in the past.

This is the "kiln factory".

More likely to be an "abandoned kiln".

In the place where the light erupts, because of the light and shadow, the whole mountain looks like a collapsed cake, and every "pore" is a cave, and in the cave, there are hidden creatures.

The god of the north wind has destroyed many "nests".

Lin Feng's eyes were very good, it was because of his good eyes that he could see it really, and he felt a burst of nausea.

At the bottom of this hill, there is a dense blood supply tissue.

It was full of all kinds of beings that should only appear in imagination, not reality, and the precept monk saw Lin Feng looking at the mountain, and even had time to come over and explain to him: "These people are the dregs.

As for what you think is the dregs, if there is light and shadow, you can think that they are all shadows left by others.

This is actually a combination of two places into one, the first place is the kiln factory here, and the Chengtian Temple in the back is that someone discovered the secret of the kiln factory, improved the secret of the kiln factory, and created the Chengtian Temple.

But it's a cause and effect, and it's a smart man."

After saying that, the Vinaya looked at them and said unabashedly with joy, "Okay, it seems that the second way won't work, and you can only go through the first way here.

Depending on the timing, those people should be almost here, and you should be ready. ….

When they come, I should go, thank you."

He saluted Lin Feng with his hands folded again.

Then he turned and left.

Lin Feng turned his head and saw that there was indeed a reduction in personnel behind him.

lived a Zhou Xianhu, Yu Yulong, and a girl.

There are three people in total.

There were so many people who survived, Lin Feng was a little surprised.

"Did you hear what the monk said? Smear yourself with red clay, and the next step is to live or die, it depends on creation."

Lin Feng first "took the lead", smeared his whole body with red mud, and then quietly waited for those who were "whispering" to approach.

His mindset is relaxed.

Just listen to the sleep aid.

buried himself in it, although there are still many unclear places on this trip, but it doesn't matter, there is a second act for him to choose.

Lin Feng believes that there is a reason for the clues and context given by this game.

When the people behind saw this situation, although they looked at each other, they were still lying on the ground according to Lin Feng's appearance, their movements were very fast, and after a while, sure enough, the whispers around them appeared again.

"Thunder, rain and dew are all heavenly graces."

……

"I had a dream in which I dreamed that the Yellow River was going to burst this year."

……

"I dreamed of my dead mother, yes, my mother died, and I need to keep my filial piety......

……

"The astrological signs we see, no, are completely different from what we calculated, are we wrong? No, no, it should be that this world is wrong, and it should appear at this time, and it will definitely not be wrong, and we people will definitely not make a mistake."

……

In the midst of all kinds of strange words, Lin Feng felt another suffocating pain, in this pain, Lin Feng gradually fainted, this kind of injury, Lin Feng did not find any possibility to resist at present.

The same goes for those behind him.

The red mud covered their bodies, wrapping them tightly like coffins.

When Lin Feng woke up again, he was in the duck ditch, he stroked the red mud off his body, and the painted skin returned to normal again, Lin Feng stroked the person behind him at will, and his breath changed again, Lin Feng glanced back, and there were three people lying behind him.

Lin Feng counted carefully, so many people who entered, only a few survived, Yu Yulong, Yu Qilang, and the great elder of the Yu family.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Well, all three are alive, and it looks like they all had good luck and survived.

These people are alive, then we have to look at the guy who eats, he pushed, signaling them to wake up, for the Jin family, these people are more familiar than himself, Lin Feng plans to use their identities to enter the Jin family.

After all, when he entered the game, he chose [Lower Ninth Rate, Drama Troupe Master]

He pushed the Great Elder of the Yu Family once or twice, and the Great Elder of the Yu Family opened his eyes, his eyes were sharp, but after seeing Lin Feng, his eyes suddenly changed.

He got up from the ground, arched his hand and said, "Master Lin, what are we?"

Lin Feng also bowed his hand politely and said, "Master Yu's high righteousness, I will definitely write this book into a play and spread it out."

The Great Elder of the Yu Family said politely, and then stuffed a silver ticket into Lin Feng's sleeve.

Lin Feng pinched the silver ticket and couldn't help but sigh.

The Great Elder of the Yu Family is really a hero.

This is a kind and kind person, he is about 1.7 meters, bald, like a monk more than a Tufuzi.

The important thing is that he seems to want to whitewash himself through various methods.

The Great Elder of the Yu Family asked Lin Feng to gather his troupe, and he himself went to wake up the other two.

"I don't know where Master Lin is going to go after doing this good deed?"

Lin Feng politely said: "Our troupe, of course, are all over the country, and the northwest is too much to go to, I want to go to Guanzhong to have a look, I heard that Guanzhong is rich, we want to eat a bowl of rice."

The great elder of the Yu family was overjoyed: "Okay, good, good, it just so happens that we are going to Guanzhong too, just go together? A companion on the road?"

Lin Feng borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, he had no choice, he went to the side to clean up the troupe, speaking of which, this time the game is also an evil door.

A troupe.

Lin Feng's first game was still a Taoist priest, a historian of Qi Guan, and this Northwest Soul Scroll became a troupe.

Hey, is this to play with life and pretend to be everything?

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Window peek out in the middle of the night