"Tomb of the Ghost King!" "Look, it's the Tomb of the Ghost King!" The monks on the snow exclaimed in surprise, their eyes flashing with excitement, and they rushed towards the tomb of the ghost king.

The tomb originally had no entrance, but when everyone walked to the tomb, the mound suddenly rose up, and between the lightning and flint, it actually changed into a temple, and the surrounding scene also changed dramatically, and the snow and howling wind disappeared.

When everyone came back to their senses, they were already standing in the temple.

Through the silk rain, through the clouds, a wisp of green smoke rises, three pillars of fragrance, the holy monk's green shirt and gown, igniting the ash yellow core.

The bell rings, in the secluded deep forest, the moss on the hundreds of steps is overgrown, the green tile roof is lonely and silent in the rain, the thousand-year-old trees exude the smell of simple and fragrant, and the wildflowers on the roadside are in full bloom proudly, and the flowers are beautiful and dusty.

Being in such a simple and elegant temple, Hua Jianli felt a chill in her back, just because she knew that this temple appeared strangely, it was obviously a tomb, how could it change into a temple?

When things go wrong, there must be demons, and the more peaceful the temple seems, the more problematic it is.

The rest of the monks also looked around with a wary expression, for fear that a terrible monster would suddenly burst out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since you are here, why don't you go in and put incense on the pillar?" The monk who lit incense in the hall walked out of the Hanguang Hall and looked at the people standing in the courtyard with a smile.

However, no one answered, and everyone clenched their swords tightly, and when the monk revealed his true form, they immediately stepped forward to kill him.

However, there was no movement for a long time, and the doubts that lingered in my heart became thicker and thicker, is this really just an ordinary temple? Are they overthinking?

Although they had doubts, they still did not dare to let down their vigilance.

Seeing that everyone looked vigilant, the monk's slightly wrinkled face bloomed with a kind smile, "When you come here, you donors have a relationship with the poor monks, you might as well go in and worship the gods, ask the doubts in your heart, maybe you can suddenly open up." ”

Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally someone asked, "Since this is a temple, why don't you see other monks?" ”

The monk turned the beads and pointed into the distance, "Isn't the donor dazzled?" Look at that. ”

Everyone looked in the direction of their fingers, and sure enough, they saw several monks standing at the foot of the steps, some wiping incense burners, sweeping the floor, and some practicing.

Hua Jian narrowed her eyes, and as soon as she entered this place, she carefully observed every place, why didn't she see a monk under this step?

Is it a trick?

"Since Master has kindly invited, let's go in and pay our respects." A disciple of Jiuyang Palace stood up and walked towards the Hanguang Hall with his feet raised.

The disciple went in and inserted a stick of incense, knelt on the futon and bowed, got up and walked out.

Is it really okay? There was a look of surprise on everyone's faces, and several people boldly stood up and walked into the temple one after another.

"Why don't we go and say goodbye too?" Hou Yueming hesitated.

As long as it is a person, there is a cause and effect that cannot be let go, and when you meet the gods, you are in awe, and you naturally want to ask about the future of marriage, and ask for something that you can't ask for.

"It's weird here, don't be careless." Fang Juexia frowned.

Hua Jian stared at the Hanguang Hall for a moment, and walked forward.

"Ah Li!" Qin Sizhu exclaimed.

Hua Jian turned his head and said in a slightly cool voice, "Since this monk wants us to go in, let's go in and have a look, and if we don't enter the tiger's den, we will get the tiger." ”

The rest of the people seemed to suddenly realize that this monk really wanted them to go in and worship the gods from the beginning, and every word was leading people to the Hanguang Temple.

What exactly is in this hall of light, you can only know if you go in and take a look.

Qin Sizhu and the others thought of this, and also followed the flowers to move forward.

"Donor, you can only go in two people at a time." When Hua Jianli and Qin Sizhu walked into Hanguang Hall, the monk stopped Hou Yueming and a few people behind.

Bai Yusheng wanted to break through, but was stopped by Fang Juexia, Fang Juexia shook his head at Bai Yusheng, and said, "Wait and see." ”

Hanamari inserted the incense into the incense burner, knelt on the futon, and looked at the gods above.

The statue on the platform is more than three feet high, with a huge body and a strong and majestic body. Covered in bronze armor, he wore a purple and gold crown, a spear, and a giant axe at his waist, and the entire statue looked like a god from an ancient time.

However, when she looked closely, the statue had changed, and there was some god on the platform, which was clearly a monster.

The shape of the monster was a little strange, like a human and not a human, like a beast but not a beast, but the eyes were very peculiar, and they were inlaid with golden pupils. It was wearing a black robe, a crown on its head, and a scepter in its hand, although it could not move, it exuded a chilling aura, fierce and vicious, how could there be a little mercy of the gods to all beings.

Hanama rubbed her eyes, and the statue changed back to its original state.

"Donor, don't stare at the gods, it's disrespectful!" The monk standing on the side saw that Hua Jianli had been looking at the statue and reminded.

This statue is weird!

The flowers answered, bowed quietly, turned around and walked out.

Bai Yusheng and Hou Yueming were about to go in, but they were stopped by Hua Jianli.

Hua Jianli smiled, "Senior brother, come here, I have something to say." ”

Bai Yusheng was inexplicable, but he still followed Hua Jianli to the side.

The monk was dazzled, and happily beckoned the people behind him to come in and pay homage.

"Sizhu, Sizhu!" Hua Jianli shook her hand in front of Qin Sizhu's eyes, and saw that she was smiling all over her face, which seemed normal, but her eyes were dull, and she just kept smirking.

"Qin Sizhu, what are you stupid about!" Hou Yueming patted Qin Sizhu on the shoulder.

But Qin Sizhu didn't react at all.

"What's wrong with her?" Hou Yueming scratched his head, sensing that something was wrong with Qin Sizhu.

"She was fascinated by the statue in the Hall of Light, and now she is only immersed in her own imagination." Hua Jianli looked solemn, glanced at the people who came out of the Hanguang Hall after worshipping the gods, and said in a low voice, "Look at those people. ”

A few people looked over and saw that those people were all full of energy, like a spring breeze, as if they had received the guidance of the gods, and their mouths suddenly opened.

After a while, they all smirked, and they didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with them.

"They've all been dementored." Pang Jiayi said thoughtfully.

"That's right, the problem is with the statue, which is not a god at all, but a terrible demon." The eyes of the flowers were sharp, and the voice as cold as a clear spring exploded like a thunderbolt out of thin air.

What, demon?! It was as if they had been thrown into the boundless cold deep sea, and the blood all over their bodies was coagulated.

"If I'm not mistaken, this demon becomes a god, and he deliberately confuses the people who go in to worship, and then makes them obediently obey his instructions, and finally the soul dementor will become the demon's meal." The lips are pursed between the flowers.

This demon is very clever, so that this trick can swallow the monk who came to him without much effort, and as for the monk, it is estimated that he is also a demon.

(End of chapter)