Wang Zijia was standing on a huge square at the foot of the mountain at the moment, and there was a hill not far in front of him.

Behind him, disciples emerged one by one, and the mist was inhaled into his body by his ignorance.

If there is no exchange for the skin paper figures, they will probably be quietly turned into sculptures.

This is probably the most basic tricky route.

There was no need for Wang Zijia to give any orders, and the surrounding disciples began to clean up the surrounding idols under the three deputy sect leaders.

After everyone determined that there was a cultivation to obtain, the clay sculpture god fetus special sculpture was especially taken care of by everyone.

Wang Zijia didn't participate in it, and after observing for a while, it didn't seem to trigger any mechanism after smashing, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Walking towards a hill in front of him, Mo Yunzi and the tall bird that turned into a human followed closely behind.

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The first part of the mountain is not too high, the road is flat and wide, and there are many pavilions set up along the way.

It looks like it's just for pilgrims.

According to the layout, it is guessed that the hill in front of this is supposed to be a place for ordinary pilgrims.

To Wang Zijia's slight surprise, along the way, you can see a lot of sculptures everywhere, but some Taoist temples encountered along the way are empty, and there are no statues to worship in them.

Wang Zijia checked the situation and walked towards the top of the mountain.

"Patriarch, did these statues run out of the temple?" Lingyan Lan, who stood up as a big bird, looked at the empty Taoist temple and the sculptures all over the field, and couldn't help but speak.

Wang Zijia shook his head slightly, and said: "No, if I guess correctly, all the sculptures outside are the products of the treacherous transformation after the people of the Qinglian Realm entered the treacherous realm for tens of millions of years, and they did not exist in the treacherous domain." ”

"All of them are treacherous among men?" Ling Yanlan asked puzzledly: "Are the clay sculptures of the divine fetus and the real sculptures?" ”

Wang Zijia nodded, looked at the sculptures along the way, and smashed a few of them before saying: "Ordinary people should become the basic nutrients of this strange realm until they are exhausted and become useless clay sculptures." ”

"But a monk or a person with a good talent for spiritual roots is a trick, and it is estimated that he will turn into this somewhat treacherous clay statue, smoke incense every day, and turn into a treacherous thing under the cultivation of the treacherous realm."

"According to Wan Yu's records, any subterfuge domain has a similar evolutionary mechanism. It may behave differently, but the core will not change. ”

"And the monk unknowingly becomes a member of the Trick Domain, which is one of the most common situations in the Trick Domain."

"As for where the original idol in the temple has gone······ I want to know too! ”

"Oh!" Ling Yanlan nodded as if she didn't understand.

Mo Yunzi was stunned for a while, and frowned: "Then according to the records of the Gate Classics, why is it that after entering this mysterious realm, there are ordinary people who enter the Taoist temple of the ruins of a dead land, and after walking around, they go out safely without noticing?" ”

Wang Zijia glanced at the ubiquitous mist transformed from incense around him, and guessed: "Maybe the people who go out are ordinary people who have neither spiritual roots nor any faith!" ”

Mo Yunzi was stunned when he heard this, and said in amazement: "Just like the legend, the Dao Sect will dislike people who have no wisdom roots?" This treacherous domain still pays attention to this? ”

"It's not necessarily disgust, it's more likely that this kind of person has nowhere to be contaminated with a curse, so it's just a trick." Wang Zijia looked at the surrounding fog and replied indifferently.

Mo Yunzi was thoughtful, Ling Yanlan listened with a blank face, she was only a hundred years old, and in the lifespan of the demon clan, she still belonged to the girlhood.

Coupled with the fact that I spend most of my time sleeping in the volcano, my knowledge reserve is naturally seriously insufficient.

The two of them did not continue to speak, and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.

Compared with the bustle of the Hundred Demon Domain, this mysterious forbidden area seems to be quiet I don't know how many times, but it is a little too quiet, except for the smashing movement of the disciples under the mountain, there is no other sound, and there is no sound of cicadas and insects.

In a moment, the three of them had already reached the top of the mountain, and a huge hall came into view.

Because it is a place that once received pilgrims, there is a huge worship square in front of the main hall, and there are several large tripods dedicated to incense on the square.

And the main hall in the center of the square is also very majestic, as if time has not left a trace on it, not at all like a place that has been abandoned for I don't know how many years.

Although the decoration layout is atmospheric and classical, it is a little less fairy and a little more fireworks in the world.

I don't know if it's because there's no sunlight in the realm, the light is dim, or because of something else, the hall seems to be a little dim, and it can't really be seen from the outside.

Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment, and then walked into the main hall.

Only then did he step into the main hall, and at that moment Wang Zijia was in a trance.

"Ask Miao Dao Tianzun to bless Wu'er High School!"

"Ask the Pure Yang Tianzun to bless the concubine and give birth to a baby boy in this fetus!"

"Medicine King Bodhisattva blesses my father-in-law with a speedy recovery, and I will definitely repay my vows with three sacrifices at that time!"

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When Wang Zijia came back to his senses from his trance, countless noisy sounds rushed into his mind, and the strong sunlight entered his eyes, and Wang Zijia frowned slightly.

He was still standing at the door of the main hall at the moment, the time was almost noon, and the sun was already not small, just shining at the door.

There is an endless stream of people coming in and out, and there are also various pilgrims in the square behind them. Dressed plainly and quaintly, as if mundane.

In the main hall, there are also countless people who are incense and praying all kinds of prayers.

The faint smell of incense and candles filled the entire hall, and in a trance, he suddenly came to the past countless years ago.

"I wonder if this pilgrim is here to offer incense or to make a vow?" At this time, a little Taoist boy came to Wang Zijia.

Mo Yunzi beside Wang Zijia didn't know when he became an old housekeeper, and Lingyan Lan, who stood up, became a servant girl, following her left and right.

It seems that Wang Zijia and the three are also pilgrims who come to offer incense.

"I'll wait ······"

Faced with Xiao Daotong's inquiry, Ling Yanlan wanted to speak back, but was stopped by Wang Zijia reaching out.

This is obviously wrong, but the two of them are unaware, but Wang Zijia remains sober. Even the outfit hasn't changed, and it still maintains the original white cloud green shirt robe.

Both of them have a paper figure given by Wang Zijia, but they are still in such a situation at this moment. Well, obviously this should be a scenario similar to the Mental Divine Path.

With Wang Zijia's stopping, Ling Yanlan stopped talking, no matter whether it was her previous or current identity, she would listen to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia didn't say anything, but frowned and stepped into the hall.

Xiao Daotong saw that he was fine, and he was not angry, and followed honestly on the side.

The main hall is very large, there are more than ten statues of gods in it, and at this moment, there are people worshipping in front of each statue.

Among them, the most attractive thing is the eight gods on the side, six men and two women (?). ), let Wang Zijia be familiar for a while.

a bald uncle with an iron crutch;

An old way of riding a donkey upside down;

a half-lying man, holding a banana fan with a chest and breasts;

a young fairy holding a lotus leaf;

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Looking at the eight sculptures, Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and suddenly a flash of light flashed through his mind.

"Eight Immortals in the Upper Cave?"

As Wang Zijia's words spoke, as the voice spread, this word seemed to have some special power, and the entire illusion suddenly froze, and then a dense crack appeared in the surrounding space.

"Click!"

"Wave!"

With a crisp sound, all the illusions shattered directly.

All the noise around him subsided, and Mo Yunzi and Spirit Flame Lan beside him woke up in unison, their faces surprised.

When all the illusions disappeared, the three of them saw the real scene in the main hall, which was very dilapidated and like ruins.

This time, the inside was no longer empty, and there were originally more than ten sculptures, except for one of them, and the rest were all shattered into various stones.

A small flame of incense fell from the sky and penetrated into the sculpture statue on the edge, and after being sucked into the body of the god, there were wisps of mist in its body that overflowed around.

The idol also had a broken hand, a crack in its forehead, and a lot of paint had fallen off its surface, making it look a little broken, and its specific image could not be seen.

According to memory, if I remember correctly, the position was originally a man wearing a red official uniform, a black gauze hat, and a yin-yang board.

Uncle Cao?

At this moment, as the illusion shattered, the three of them were able to see the situation of the hall clearly, and the broken sculpture actually woke up under the sight of the three of them.

As the sculpture glared at Wang Zijia and the three of them, to be precise, mainly stared at Wang Zijia. The three of them froze in unison, and a strong pull came from their gazes.

Wang Zijia clearly felt that there was some force pulling him, as if he wanted to pull his soul out.

"Another supernatural ghost?"

In the middle of his thoughts, Wang Zijia's eyes were also wide, and the rich spiritual spirit root mixed with the pupil technique collided with the other party.

"Click······ Crash! ”

The idol, which was already on the verge of shattering, was completely shattered by a collision and became a piece of rubble.

The stiff bodies of the three of them also regained control, and Mo Yunzi and Lingyan Lan both quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Zijia frowned, came to the sculpture rubble, and with a flicker of his eyes, a gray stone bead the size of a quail egg was turned out from the rubble.

There were still wisps of treacherous mist on it, and Wang Zijia felt it for a moment.

The reason why the mist is overflowing at this moment is entirely because there is a little remnant of incense inside.

What looks like an ordinary stone bead actually has the ability to gather incense and transform into a mysterious mist.

The stone bead was originally supposed to be a Shinto magic weapon, but now it looks like it has been completely eroded by the tricky qi, and it can't be seen in its original appearance, leaving only the most basic incense gathering function, as well as the ability to overflow the curse under the transformation of the tricky domain.

Is it a trick weapon? Underworld?

The devil knows what it is.

In view of its bizarre function, Wang Zijia flipped over and put it away.

(End of chapter)