Although the couple didn't make much noise, the three big men were shirtless and too eye-catching.

Especially in such a "sacred" place, how can you go without clothes? Even if you're a man......

Therefore, Jiang Wujian and his party all noticed it, and no matter how stupid they were, they also saw some clues.

This sitting temple is not too "effective".

At this time, a mustachioed vendor in the team said with a smile: "I suddenly remembered that there was something else, so I went back first." ”

"Ah, I have something to do, I'll go back first."

"My daughter-in-law is going to give birth, I have to go back and watch it."

"I'm tired and tired all the way, so I'll go to bed early tonight."

However, when they turned to leave, they found the rough man who had come with them stop at the door.

"Bang!"

The broadsword fell, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Lao Tzu looks at this sitting temple well, it works very well, everyone is here, don't you finish the incense and leave?" The rough man grinned, revealing two rows of dirt-encrusted teeth.

"You, you ......"

"You're in league with them!"

"What the hell?" The rough man sneered, "I'm doing it for your own good." ”

The rough man spat out, facing a group of merchant porters, he sensed that Xiaocheng's cultivation could be completely crushed.

What's more, he is not the only monk here, the bare-chested man who pinched the waist of the little lady just now is also a monk.

Two monks, and two practitioners.

How is it possible to capsize?

"You've come from afar, why don't you tell me what you want to ask for?" The hunchbacked goddess squeezed out an ugly smile, and her voice was hoarse and harsh.

The crowd did not speak.

At this time, whoever speaks first is the first to speak......

Jiang Wuji, who was standing in the corner, didn't have much pressure, I was a distracted monk, small scene, small scene.

After a while, the rough man asked with a smile: "Mother-in-law, how much silver do you want to ask for a child?" I forgot. ”

The goddess smiled and said, "The silver is not important, the important thing is to be sincere...... Three taels at a time. ”

"Hey, aren't you begging for a son? What are you waiting for? The rough man raised his chin and his gaze fell on a couple.

Jiang Wuxi still had the impression that before leaving, the man specially asked the rough man to wait for him, and he went to call his daughter-in-law to ......

"I, I, I don't ask for a son, we don't ask for a son, we don't ask for it."

The man stammered when he spoke, but he still subconsciously protected his daughter-in-law behind him.

Seeing this, the rough man put away his smile and his face became a little gloomy.

As a trader, observing words and emotions is the most basic skill, and seeing the rough man's expression, he hurriedly took out the money bag.

"This big brother, all the money is ...... No, the incense money, the incense money is here, let me go back. ”

"Well, I know you're sincere." The rough man took the money bag and checked it, and the portion was okay.

At this time, the bare-shouldered man grinned and said, "Since you have paid the incense money, the god of sitting on the earth must bless you." ”

He made a look, and the other two women immediately lost their faces, and dragged them to the back hall.

"Ahh Boss! ”

"Don't! Don't! ”

The vendor fell to his knees with a puff and kept kowtowing to them.

"Let go of my daughter-in-law, let go of my daughter-in-law, we don't want children, we don't want children......"

"Ahh Yes!!! ”

If begging for mercy were useful, there wouldn't be so much misery in this world.

Jiang Wujian sighed and didn't say a word.

"Whew!"

A cold light flashed.

Two heads fell to the ground.

Before everyone could react, two pillars of blood gushed out.

What does it feel like to kill?

When killing Zhang Dafu, Jiang Wujian asked himself this question.

Now he can answer that question.

At first, there will be a sense of guilt, but if you kill the people who should be killed.

That would ...... It's cool!

Jiang Wuji's figure wandered like a ghost, and no one thought that a person who was silent from beginning to end would be so decisive in killing people!

The rough man blocking the door finally reacted.

He raised his broadsword, Qi Yuan shook, and the cultivation of perceiving Xiaocheng exploded to the extreme!

The wind rises on the flat ground, and the candle flame swayes.

However, before he could make a move, an ink sword pierced through his chest first.

“……”

"You ......"

The rough man looked at the cold face in front of him in disbelief.

Perceiving Xiaocheng's cultivation, although he can't act recklessly in Youzhou, he is rampant enough in this poor countryside.

However, he didn't even see this sword clearly.

With the sword of ink, the rough man fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ahh

The goddess screamed: "The sitting god will punish you, the sitting god will punish you!" ”

"Then let him come!"

Jiang Wujian sneered, and effortlessly picked up the ugly head of the goddess.

In just a few breaths, all the people in the temple were dead.

Died in the hands of the same man, under the same sword.

For a monk who is distracted from the realm of distraction, this is a crushing game.

Jiang Wuji put away the ink sword, glanced at it expressionlessly, and said, "There is no god sitting on the ground, this is just a scam of the corpse chaser." ”

The expressions of the people present were different.

Some people knelt and bowed to thank them, and even cried with joy.

But a few villagers who had been completely brainwashed looked at Jiang Wujian in a daze, and their expressions changed.

They seemed to want to say something, but because of Jiang Wuji's anger, they didn't dare to say anything.

Jiang Wujian didn't explain, and he didn't bother to explain.

However, at this moment, there was an inexplicable palpitation!

This was followed by a feeling of familiarity and disgust.

Evil!

No!

It's a mirage!

Turning his head, the strange clay statue had an extra layer of black mirage at some point.

The mirage is surging and constantly changing.

Mo Jian also sent a message at this time: Fuck it!

Jiang Wuji's eyes froze, and he was about to make a move, but some voices suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Please sit on the earth God to bless me and let me conceive a child, I really don't want to be beaten, if I can't get pregnant this year, the head of the family will sell me to the Qinglou......"

"Please sit on the earth God forbid, let my mother's body get better soon, and if she really can't get better, let her die...... It's better to die tonight. ”

"My daughter-in-law is so ugly, she eats more than me, can God sit on the ground and let her die."

"Please sit on the earth God bless, my son will recover quickly, even if it is in exchange for my life......"

"My husband is useless, the old king next door can hold on for two quarters of an hour at a time, sit on the ground, tomorrow my husband is going up the mountain to chop wood, let him not come back."

"Why is Lao Li richer than me? Why is his fortune better than mine? Ask the god to let him fall into despair, so despondent that he will become a beggar, and make him so poor that he will ask me to borrow money! ”

“……”

Most people do not worship God, but their own desires.

Jiang Wujian heard these voices at this time, all of them were wishes made by pilgrims sitting on the ground.

He suddenly looked at the woman who had first come out of the back hall.

Sensing Jiang Wuji's gaze, the woman subconsciously avoided and did not dare to look at each other.

She...... Is it voluntary?

No, should I say she had to do that? Or maybe she doesn't want to, but she wants to.

“……”

Did I do it wrong?

I ruined their spiritual pillars?

Jiang Wujian questioned everything he had done.

And at this moment, Jiang Wujian saw the villagers who kept thanking him.

The Haoran sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the message conveyed seemed to say: No, no, isn't it, isn't your mind so weak?

Suddenly, I woke up from a dream.

This is a mirage encroaching, distorting one's own humanity and three views!

Even if these people have evil thoughts in their hearts, they should not be swayed by an ethereal god!

His eyes sank.

The ink sword in his hand turned and sank.

"Boom!"

The invisible Haoran Sword Gang roared out.

The strange clay statue on the altar was instantly torn apart.

As for those black mirages, under the impact of Haoran Sword Gang, they were gone!

"It's just a mirage, and you dare to mess with my Dao heart!"

However, when Jiang Wujian thought that this matter was over.

"Click."

A few crisp sounds broke the dead silence in the temple.

The base of the broken clay statue has a piece of forest white.

It looks like it's a white bone......