Behind the wooden door.

There is no pungent smell, not even everything that should be in the bathroom.

It is a sacred house, a place where the gods are worshipped.

Li Qing looked at the scene in front of him, even though he had already prepared in his heart, but when he was really there, he was still a little overwhelmed.

It's just overwhelming.

In front of him, there were three futons, one large, two small, and the large futon had accumulated some dust, and it seemed that no one had knelt on it for a long time to worship.

In front of the futon, there is a long stone offering platform, which is extremely wide, and the two ends touch the left and right walls, leaving no gaps.

On the offering platform, there is a small wooden Buddha statue that is extremely disproportionate to its proportions, this wooden Buddha carving face is extremely beautiful, the body is slender, Yingluo follows the wind, the hands are placed on the chest to knot the Dharma seal, if it is not the narrow vertical eye in the middle of the eyebrows, it can also be called the treasure solemn, the fairy posture is graceful.

This statue, no more than seven inches high, is placed on this long offering platform that runs through the left and right, how to look at it and feel awkward.

Red light rushed out from the vertical eyes of the carved wooden eyebrows, and flooded over the temple-like room of the mountain village.

Standing in this scattered red light, Li Qing looked intently, only to see that in the palm of the outward palm of the wooden Buddha carving, there was also a narrow vertical eye.

Miaomu Saint.

Li Qing's mind came up with this name, I don't know if it was an illusion, at this moment, he actually saw the vertical eye in the palm of the wooden Buddha carving blinked.

Then... The thought just came to mind, and before he could make a move, the next moment, the depressed red glow overflowed Li Qing's eyes, and a strange impulse derived from the bottom of his heart, making the world in his heart also covered with a layer of blood red.

The only eye in heaven and earth, which claims to be able to see all things, is looking at itself!

Li Qing's body seemed to be rusty, swinging his arms and stepping, every movement became extremely sluggish, and it was in this extremely awkward step that he walked uncontrollably towards the three futons in front of him.

He fell into a very strange state, his thoughts seemed to be split in half, half of the confusion of ignorance, half of absolute lucidity, and this sober half, just like that, watched himself move forward step by step, getting closer and closer to the strange statue of the Saint Venerable.

After getting closer, as if choosing which futon to use, Li Qing first stood in front of the three futons for a while, then walked in front of the three futons from left to right, and finally took two steps back and stopped in front of the big red futon in the middle.

At this time, Li Qing discovered that there was also a set of patterns embroidered on the surface of this large futon: twelve emblems of different shapes were enclosed in a circle, and in the center of the circle, the three most basic patterns of the sun, moon and stars were arranged in a zigzag pattern.

Although he tried his best to control it, his body still sank unobediently, and the half of his chaotic thoughts seemed to be expanding, and he was unreasonably encroaching on the territory of "sobriety", and in this struggle, Li Qing had already knelt on the futon, making the big red futon dent.

At the moment when his body came into contact with the futon, countless whispers and whispers appeared in Li Qing's ears for no reason, and an inexplicable force invaded his heart, he seemed to see a narrow vertical eye hanging above his head, every movement of his own, every round of breathing, and even every fluctuation of thoughts could not escape the gaze of this vertical eye, between heaven and earth, only this one eye could see everything.

Gradually, the whispers and whispers in his ears began to become clear, they chanted the teachings of the Miaomu Holy Venerable, and while listening, Li Qing opened his hands and lowered his head, about to kowtow to the wooden Buddha carving.

At this moment, a light, lightning swept through his mind, and it was as if a drop of water suddenly dripped into the ink pool in an absolutely quiet environment, Li Qing could even hear the crisp "ding dong" sound, the scene in front of him was no longer a misty piece, the light and shadow froze, and what caught his eye was the mysterious pattern of the twelve emblems guarding the sun, moon and stars, he supported his hands on both sides of his body, half of his body had been bent down, and he was only a little short of being able to complete the kowtow ceremony.

Freed from the chaos, Li Qing straightened up suddenly, and took three or four steps back away from the futon, his eyes full of horror.

The moment he got out, the red glow in the room seemed to dim a little, and it was no longer as dazzling as Fang Cai.

He knew why Section Chief Peng committed suicide, if he hadn't taken Qingling Type I before entering the trial realm, he would definitely have become a corpse now.

No, it was to first become a walking corpse, then to "commit suicide" and finally become a corpse.

Frightened, Li Qing's gaze fell on the wooden statue on the altar again, this time, his eyes were full of jealousy.

This wonderful wood carved Buddha statue almost allowed himself to capsize in the gutter, and his death was unknown.

essentia affects the spirit of the transcendent, and what this wood-carved Buddha statue does is to distort that influence in its favor.

And that section chief Peng, Li Qing guessed that he was mentally damaged because he was drawn out of the "evil" in his spirit by the long card, so he gave this woodcarved Buddha statue a chance.

But the next moment, an even bigger doubt surfaced in Li Qing's heart.

Section Chief Peng's death can be explained in this way, but what about those who died besides him? For example, the "Ah Wu" who suddenly pulled out his gun and killed Wang Bowen and Zhong Yi and immediately shot himself, from beginning to end, he followed the people of Phnom Penh, and there was no chance to enter here and come into contact with this wonderful wooden Buddha statue.

At the moment when this thought appeared, Li Qing's heart jumped violently, and on the side of his body, a bullet passed by his ear, bringing up a string of blood

"You ......"

Li Qing looked back and saw Gao Zixuan holding a revolver in his hand, and the muzzle of the revolver was facing him.

Without any response, Gao Zixuan pulled the trigger again, the muzzle of the gun rose slightly under the effect of recoil, the tongue of fire flashed, the bullet came out of the chamber, and went straight to Li Qingmei's heart.

Li Qing's pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't think about it, his body shook, and the whole person disappeared in a dislocation-like blur.

Gao Zixuan still maintained the posture of holding the gun with both hands, and before she could react, a white hand had already clasped her wrist, twisted it suddenly, her wrist was restrained, her palm was out of force, and the revolver suddenly came out of her hand.

Li Qing's figure appeared next to Gao Zixuan, he kicked the left wheel, and suddenly felt a cold feeling on his wrist, like a poisonous snake wrapped around it, he was shocked, and subconsciously withdrew his arm.

Before he could make a move, his chest hurt, but it was Gao Zixuan who put one shoulder on his chest, and the force was so great that he had to retreat again and again, and the soles of his feet slipped, but he stepped on a futon, his body fell back, and he slammed into the altar.

The statue of the Miaomu Holy Venerable Wooden Buddha was shaken down and rolled to Gao Zixuan's feet.

Under Li Qing's incredulous gaze, Gao Zixuan bent down and picked up the wooden Buddha statue.

"Zixuan ......"

Gao Zixuan held the wooden Buddha statue with one hand, and the vertical eyes of the red mang's eyebrows overflowed from the statue's eyebrows, and rolled back, while letting the end where Li Qing was sink into darkness, it also put a layer of red veil on Gao Zixuan, and she made a move, and the revolver that was kicked into the distance was taken by an invisible force and flew back into her hands.

Looking at the unfamiliar face of "Gao Zixuan" holding the holy statue in front of him, Li Qing suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake, and he didn't know when he actually ignored this important person.

But now is not the time to repent, the swarthy cold muzzle has been raised, and the next moment, "Gao Zixuan" is about to pull the trigger on himself, Li Qing's body twisted, rolling on the spot, and at the same time, the shadows around him quickly converged around him.

Bang!

The gunfire rang out again, and silver bullets pierced through the air, cutting a scorched hole through the ground.

A shot missed, Gao Zixuan's cold eyes did not fluctuate at all, and a word was lightly spit out in her mouth, and a strange fluctuation suddenly spread, the holy image she held in her hand, the narrow vertical eyes in the center of her eyebrows slowly closed, except for the red rays that shrouded "Gao Zixuan" like a veil like mist, all the red rays in the room disappeared together.

Wrapped in the shadows, Li Qing did not dare to act rashly, relying on the blessing of the dark affinity, the changes in the statue of the Miaomu Holy Venerable were fully visible to him, his brows furrowed slightly, and after a while, his face changed suddenly.

A blood-red vertical eye appeared on the top of Gao Zixuan's head, the shape and outline were exactly the same as the one in the center of the icon's eyebrows, but the size was more than several times that of the latter.

It is said to be the eye that can see all things.

At the moment when this blood-red vertical eye appeared, a great sense of crisis suddenly floated from the bottom of Li Qing's heart, and sure enough, the next moment, the vertical eye scanned all directions, and when he turned to the direction where he was, he suddenly stopped, and a beam of red light flew out of the vertical eye, like a spotlight, illuminating Li Qing's figure silhouette at a glance.

At this time, Li Qing had already begun to move, and he, who had already expected this result, naturally would not stop at a distance as a target.

A hint of ridicule flashed in the eyes of "Gao Zixuan", the trigger was pulled, the dial was changed, and the gun was fired, and the marksmanship was accurate, which seemed to be able to predict the trajectory of Li Qing's movement.

In the dark, Li Qing could already roughly capture the trajectory of the bullet, and the moment he heard the gunshot, his head dodged the bullet fired at the center of his eyebrows, but he was powerless against the two that shot at the heart.

In a hurry, he could only raise his hand to block in front of him, and when the two bullets were close to his arm, a ripple suddenly appeared in the shadow in front of his arm, and the flying bullets seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the speed dropped sharply, and the bullets that could have pierced the arm only brought two strings of blood on the arm, and there was no follow-up.

The sharp pain hit, Li Qing's face twitched, and he didn't have time to care about his bloodied and almost half-useless left hand, and rushed out of the door.

For the first time, Li Qing felt the lack of his own transcendent means, and when his deeds were seen through and the shadow was no longer his refuge, he was so powerless.

In the carriage, the lights were dim, and in the staggered shadows and lights, a pair of cold eyes were looking intently at their location.

Seeing this, Li Qingyi gritted his teeth, but he didn't go to meet the people of Phnom Penh, shrank back in the Yin and Yang cave, returned to the god house, and staggered past the "Gao Zixuan" chased out of the house.