In the face of life and death, intimidation of any kind makes no sense.

Chang Yue was very clear, and the other servants were also very clear, all the words of Master Wang were seriously lacking in deterrence to them, and they would die inexplicably on the way back anyway, so it was better to take a handful of immortals.

There's only one way.

"Don't worry about it, in the past few days in Luojia Village, I have also found some news, which is enough. If any of us become immortals, we will never do anything to hurt the Wang family, please rest assured that we just want to live......"

Chang Yue sneered, his expression as vicious as possible, but his trembling legs betrayed him.

He was afraid of death, really afraid of death.

He was only sixteen years old, and he should have a long life to go, but when he thought of the unknown ghosts in Dalong Mountain, the unknown that was more terrible than death made him feel even more devastated.

It's better to give it a go.

As long as one of the servants becomes an immortal, according to what they said in private, it is necessary to protect all their servants from this place safely.

It's a loose convention, based entirely on a shared vision and moral character.

"In that case, let it be you." Master Wang spoke slowly, "Originally, as long as someone in my Wang family was favored by the immortals and became immortals, they could shelter everyone and leave here safely, and you may not die, but if you insist on visiting the statue ......of the immortals, you will definitely die."

The servants of the Wang family were a little restless, and subconsciously looked at Chang Yue.

Steward Zhang also took the opportunity to howl: "You bastards, it's still too late to turn back, Master Wang is not to blame in the past!" ”

Some of the servants hesitated.

Chang Yue was frightened, turned around, screamed, took out a sharp knife from his arms, and stabbed it into the chest of a servant who wanted to leave, blood splattered.

The crowd stepped back abruptly, giving up a large distance, all with serious expressions.

Bleeding in front of the temple of the immortals, this is a great disrespect to the immortals! This kind of frenzied behavior......

Chang Yue was also stunned there, his brain was blank, and he watched in a daze as a servant who got along day and night fell in front of him with a painful face, his eyes staring at the sky with empty eyes, and he lost his breath.

"Alas! Please also ask the small temple fairy to forgive the sin. ”

Master Wang sighed heavily, slammed the ground with his cane, turned around and said to the withered figure who was always standing motionless in the Immortal Temple.

The figure just stood, silent like a standing corpse.

"No, that's good......"

The little temple immortal stood in countless shadows, and finally spoke, his voice revealing a strong sense of decay. His eyes widened slowly, staring directly at the blood stains on the bluestone slab in front of the temple, and a strange grunt sound came from his mouth, which seemed to be extremely ...... Excited.

Rustling......

The wide kaftan rubbed against the ground.

Xiao Miaoxian just took a step, paused, and then retreated, removing his vicious gaze, and a cold face on his dry face: "Start worshipping the immortals immediately, don't delay." ”

The crowd knelt on the ground one after another, thanked Xiao Miaoxian for his generosity, and looked at Chang Yue with angry and reproachful eyes.

Even some of the servants looked at him and there was something wrong, anger and fear were intertwined, and there was even a kind of hesitation and hesitation.

"Sure enough, this is Chang Yue's method, and he is still too anxious. The group created by this means was too fragile, and it was defeated by Master Wang with a few casual words, and there was no way back for itself. ”

Shen Qing cautiously retracted the afterglow that fell back to the little temple immortal, and shook his head secretly, obviously there was a better way to break the game, but Chang Yue's talent obviously did not reach that level.

Why do you always turn things in a rough and unruly direction when the general trend is not on you?

Master Wang must have a secret, Shen Qing believes this, and there is no way to verify the truth of Master Wang's words. Therefore, he decided to use his own method to solve this dilemma, first got into Master Wang's car, and then found a way to blow up the car.

"In this case, according to the rules of this village, my Wang family is the first to pay homage to the statue of the immortals, and all the Wang family members will worship the immortals with the old man." Master Wang slowly commanded, and he was about to walk towards the depths of the Immortal Temple, this temple was really amazing.

The other royal family disciples looked at these servants with great cruelty, each panting, their blood-red eyes full of hatred.

"Shen Qing, don't you roll over to Young Master Ben, do you want to die?!" Wang Dakuan roared angrily at Shen Qing.

Master Wang's demeanor paused slightly, and he raised his eyelids with difficulty, just about to take a look at his favorite son.

Swish!

At this time, something happened that everyone didn't expect, and a figure suddenly rushed out from the servants and bowed deeply to Master Wang!

Shen Qing raised his head excitedly, meeting everyone's gaze, tears rolling in his eyes.

"Master Wang, it's been five years! In the five years since I entered the Wang family, there is a sentence I have always wanted to say to you, but I have never had a chance! When Shen Qing raised his head again, his eyes were red, and he had already burst into tears, and the deep emotions contained in them were really moving.

He took a deep breath, all kinds of grievances soured in his heart, waves of tears rolled down, and said loudly: "I, Shen Qing, am really the bloodline of the Wang family!" ”

"I, the real Wang family, have always been eager to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors!!"

The people of the Wang family were like lightning strikes, and they froze in place, looking at him in a daze.

Wang Dakuan trembled and stretched out his fingers, speechless.

Master Wang's head was a little stunned, and he struggled to turn his neck, trying to open his cloudy eyes, trying to see who was so shameless.

Shen Qing quickly said: "Your one hundred and thirteenth son, Wang Dashan, went out and disappeared in his early years!" Wang Dashan is my father! ”

Wang Dakuan looked at this little guy in a daze, pointed at the other party, and then pointed at himself, and said in disbelief: "Co-author, you are actually my nephew?!" ”

Shen Qing immediately changed the angle of his body and bowed deeply to Wang Dakuan: "Uncle, I have recognized my ancestors and returned to my ancestors." ”

Wang Dakuan was messy in the wind.

Master Wang took a deep breath, followed by a cough, and without taking a breath, he almost carried it.

The little temple immortal in the temple had already shown impatience and looked at it with a vicious gaze.

"In that case, you are my 1,100th grandson to join the ranks of my royal family." Master Wang turned his head away.

Shen Qing wiped the tears on his face, quickly got into the Wang family's team, and said hoarsely: "I, Shen Qing, am willing to go to the soup for the Wang family!" ”

A cool breeze blew, making the sluggish servants shudder.

Chang Yue stared directly at Shen Qing's back, as if he was meeting this guy for the first time, and muttered: "It's okay like this, why didn't I think of it, why didn't I think of it......"

He was a little dumbfounded, full of remorse and frustration.

Chang Yue was surprised to find that Shen Qing's method was better, no matter whether it succeeded or not, the act of visiting the immortal statue could be carried out, and it was more subtle and perfect than his method.

This, this, this......

Bang!

Someone knelt down and shouted, "I am also a descendant of the Wang family!" ”

Master Wang banged on the floor angrily and said hoarsely: "There is only this one of the descendants of my Wang family, and nothing else!" Whoever comes to this set again, the old man will break his neck with his own hands! ”

"Shen Qing and I are twins!"

"Get out!"

Master Wang coughed violently again, and the people around him hurriedly went up to help.

People feel ridiculous, nothing like this has happened in the past, but the temple fair must have started, and it has been delayed for a long time.

The people of the Wang family took the lead in entering the depths of the Qixian Temple, followed by the little temple immortal with a cold face, and came to the magnificent statue in the depths.

The strange green candlelight on both sides made people tremble, and with the flickering candle flame, the statue hidden in the darkness was also completely revealed in front of everyone.

This statue was erected a hundred years ago in the appearance of an immortal.

For the "Immortal", Shen Qing has been exploring clearly in these years, this is an immortal who is considered by countless people to be a real existence, enjoying the worship and incense of many villagers in Dalong Mountain, and receiving the worship of countless people every year, and holding a grand temple fair every ten years to give mortals immortal fate.

It is said that a hundred years ago, in the Dalong Mountain, which should have been peaceful and indisputable, a large number of alienated beasts suddenly appeared, and hundreds of ghosts were rampant, demons descended into the world, and frantically killed human beings.

Seeing that the countless residents living in Dalong Mountain were about to be killed by the fierce beasts, a god suddenly came into the world, forcibly suppressed countless disasters, and saved the people from fire and water. Since then, the story of the immortals has been passed down from generation to generation, and the people of the immortals have also been sacrificed to the descendants of the surviving mountain people.

These dozens of villages, including Luojia Village, were also established after that disaster, and every village that can be safe until now must have a statue of the Immortal in its interior, which is their way of thanking the Immortal, and they are always worshiping piously.

Shen Qing stayed in the crowd, raised his head and glanced at it quickly, and hurriedly lowered his head, maintaining humility, but the appearance of this immortal statue made him stunned.

This imposing statue, for some reason, was not carved with facial features.

The little temple fairy stood in the shadow next to the statue of the immortal, his cyan eyes surging with cold light in the dimness, and he looked at everyone in front of him viciously.

"Kneel." Master Wang said hoarsely.

All the children of the Wang family knelt down one after another.

"The heart must be sincere!" Master Wang shouted in a low voice, "In the face of the immortal statue, the immortal can sense any thought in the heart of the mortal, whether you can get the immortal fate, the first thing to see is whether your heart is sincere or not!" ”

Everyone knelt on the ground and chanted silently in their hearts.

Shen Qing was in the first group of people to kneel, and the moment he knelt down, his face became extremely serious, and he launched his strongest skill-acting.

Crazy self-hypnosis, hypnotizing oneself to worship immortals by nature; Hysterical psychological suggestion, trying to tell himself that he is the most loyal follower of the immortals.

The sense of substitution is the core concept of the art of acting, and if you master the sense of substitution, your acting skills will reach the pinnacle. A person who is crazy about acting in order to survive can even deceive himself and make himself sincerely believe in false things.

In this regard, Shen Qing is the best at it, he completely substitutes the psychology and identity of a worshipper of the immortals, kowtowing again and again in a frenzy, his body trembling, looking up at the faceless face of the statue of the immortals from time to time, tears welling up in his eyes, rolling tears flowing.

That kind of piety and sincerity, not only the children of the Wang family around him looked suspicious and surprised, but even the little temple immortal couldn't help but look at him twice, very moved.

Seeing the annoyance, Master Wang got up, picked up the knife in front of the Sifang Ding, and said hoarsely: "In the past few temple fairs, people who have visited the statue of the immortals immediately quit here, and those who came to worship for the first time and have reached the age of twelve stayed. ”

Some middle-aged and elderly people immediately quit, leaving only a group of young teenagers.

The temple fair, once every ten years, but anyone with a little ability, will definitely venture into the interior of Dalong Mountain to participate, many of the elderly, have lost the opportunity to compete for immortals.

Waves of children of the Wang family walked in and bowed down, and some of those who had visited in the past and passed the age spontaneously withdrew from the immortal temple.

With an extremely vicious gaze, Xiao Miaoxian looked at the children of the Wang family who stayed one after another.

"You, unqualified."

"You're not sincere."

"You, only utilitarian and not grateful."

The little temple fairy stretched out his fingers, and green smoke continued to shroud in the candlelight on both sides, locking the kneeling worshippers and throwing them out.

These are all eliminated guys, and the immortals do not accept the worship of these guys.

No one knew what the little temple immortal judged people's hearts, but they didn't dare to ask, and they all waited in silence for the result.

In the end, more than 200 people from the Wang family were eliminated, and less than 300 people were left waiting anxiously.

Xiao Miaoxian's vicious gaze not only wandered through the crowd, but after a while, he said in a low voice: "Dripping blood." ”

Call!

People gasped for a long time.

With the rapid decrease in the number of people in the temple, I don't know if it's an illusion, the already dim and weird atmosphere has become more weird.

The little temple fairy's zombie-like body stood there, its cyan eyes staring at everyone cruelly.

"You go out too." The small temple fairy said hoarsely.

Master Wang's face froze, the knife in his hand was slowly put down, and he looked deeply at the little temple immortal, slowly, and turned around and went out. Before leaving, he said to the descendants who remained: "Whoever can get the immortal fate will be the next head of my Wang family." ”

After saying that, Master Wang trembled and left the Immortal Temple on crutches.

The door slammed shut.

The light dimmed suddenly.

The invisible breeze blew suddenly, and the green flames on the candles in the temple were also in a trance.

It makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies, and they look left and right suspiciously.

The empty immortal temple, the weird little temple immortal, the magnificent statue without specific facial features, the candle that spontaneously burns with a green flame...... This, no matter how you look at it, does not look like the abode of immortals.

"Take a knife and bleed."

The little temple immortal pointed to the Sifang Ding, the dust contained in it was formed by the crushing of all the sacrificial items.

A child of the Wang family got up tremblingly, took a long breath, picked up the knife with a slight tremble, and slashed his index finger fiercely.

Drops of blood fell into the quadrangle.

Nothing happened.

The face of this Wang family disciple instantly turned pale and extremely depressed.

"Hit, no immortal fate."

Xiao Miaoxian said, and moved his gaze to another person, who also stood up, with anxiety and anticipation, and slashed at his finger.

Blood fell into the Quartet, and nothing happened.

A child of a famous Wang family stepped forward to drip blood, but it never caused any change, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, and everyone was extremely depressed.

They looked up at the statue of the immortal without giving up, looking at this face with no facial features, hoping that the immortal could manifest and give them immortal fate, but they also knew that this was just an unwilling extravagant hope.

"It's finally me...... Fate, Destiny ......"

Shen Qing took a deep breath and got up slowly, a moment of tension flashed in his mind, and the pendant on his chest was exuding a cool feeling from beginning to end, although he hadn't figured out what it meant, but at least there would be changes.

Shen Qing picked up the knife, and with the fanatical worship of the immortals and the ambition of longing for the immortal fate, he slashed at his index finger, squeezing out the blood and dripping into the Quartet.

He longs to get this fairy fate!