Wang Dashi thought of this, and looked at the podium in the hall, and the person in charge of the hall who preached earlier did not know where he was.

The hall gradually boiled, and every Jiaotu had words in their mouths, and after some of them had read them, they began to chant lightly, and the words they chanted were also words praising the gods.

Wang Dashi had never been to a place of this nature. This is very different from the sect in the Tao, it does not learn martial arts, it does not learn skills, it only immerses itself in listening, gives the will of the gods, and spreads the good name of the gods, and gradually the minds of the disciples are tainted by it, so that they follow the sect with all their hearts, and do not allow the opposition of others. Most of the cultists here are elderly and kind, but the atmosphere here has always been oppressive and terrifying. Wang Dashi sighed: If such a church is decent, it is good, but if it is a side door, an evil place, endless evil, it is a cancer.

Nanyang Xiaolian finished with a shallow groan.

Wang Dashi asked, "Is there a party here every day?"

Nanyang Xiaolian shook her head and said, "There are gatherings here every day, but all the disciples must be present on the first and fifteenth days of the new year. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Nanyang Xiaolian then asked, "By the way, who led you in?"

Wang Dashi felt a little strange, and then whispered: "Is it possible that only the guide can come in?"

Nanyang Xiaolian looked at Wang Dashi, shrugged her brows, and said, "That's natural, all the disciples here are led by relatives or friends to gather, and no strangers are accepted here!

Wang Dashi smiled: "Yes, I was also introduced by relatives, but I don't know the rules here!"

Nanyang Xiaolian said: "As long as you can lead a Protestant into the church, it is an incomparably glorious thing, and you will be taken care of by the gods. It's a pity that so far, I haven't introduced a person in, the gods will not be happy, if I can introduce people in, maybe one day, the gods will solve the dream disaster of the Nanyang family. ”

Wang Dashi nodded, thinking, "The cancer of this church has appeared!"

After the congregation had sung lightly, the chaste came to the pulpit again, knelt down with everyone and prayed, so that the gods could bless him, and when the prayer was completed, the meeting was adjourned.

Wang Dashi sighed deeply, and secretly said to himself, "Hey, I can finally leave here!" He was about to follow the footsteps of the group of disciples and sneak out, but he didn't know that none of them had any intention of leaving. Wang Dashi looked at Nanyang Xiaolian, he meant to get her out of here. Nanyang Xiaolian said at this time: "Today is the fifteenth day, and every fifteenth day the church will hold a 'iftar'."

"Iftar?"

Wang Dashi didn't know what to blame.

Nanyang Xiaolian said: "People have been imprisoned since they were born in the world, and when they arrive in front of the iftar hall, each person will drink a bowl of 'Qingliu to eliminate soul sorrow', after drinking, they will forget all their troubles, and only love the happiness of the moment—— yes, how many times can life be happy?"

The believers flocked to the iftar hall, and at the door of the hall, each person took a bowl and drank a bowl of clear willow to dispel their sorrows, and walked inside. Wang Dashi drank a bowl, and a light willow flower aroma and the smell of strong spirits penetrated his nose, and then his mind was blurred and dazed.

The hall is spacious and can accommodate up to 1,000 people, and the interior is brightly lit. In the center there is a pool of water that flows and each believer throws money into the pool as a sign of loyalty to the gods. By the way, they will talk about their hearts and say, "God bless!" in order to keep the gods in their hearts, and the gods will have a spirit and accept each other.

After the congregants entered the church, the head of the church announced that the table would be set. Then, a table was set up in the hall, with fruits, vegetables, tea, drinking water, and finally barbecue and wine.

The head of the hall announced the start of the performance.

There was silence. I saw the stone wall move, and a pot stove emerged. The stove is blazing, and the hot oil is boiling in the pot. Wang Dashi was curious about what to perform, and at this time he saw four big men carrying a stretcher, and a snow-white fat pier was tied to the stretcher, naked and naked, and he threw it directly into the oil pot. There was a pop, a puff of green smoke and flames, followed by a crackling explosion. But after a while, the golden and crispy fried whole person was taken out of the pan.

The congregants watched with great pleasure and prayed for loyalty to the church, and the rebels ended up in a fried end.

Then another scalper arrived. He took out a worm from the bottle and put it into the nostrils of the ox, and then the scalper's jaw fell, and then the ears were bleeding, and the belly began to swell, and the swelling became bigger and bigger, and finally the buttocks kept spurting pus and blood, and he collapsed to death, leaving only a piece of yellow skin.

The congregants watched with great pleasure and prayed for loyalty to the church, and the rebels ended up in a fried end.

The head of the hall laughed and announced that he would improvise with the fun.

Some are sleeping, some are lascivious, some are talking to themselves, and some are greedy for wine and barbecue.

Wang Dashi looked at Nanyang Xiaolian, her face was wooden, it was obvious that she had just entered this sect and was not deep. Similarly, Wang Dashi looked at the Guan Guan Tang, who was sitting on the stage, condescending, as if he was drunk and drunk, but he was actually observing. This made Wang Dashi feel uneasy, because the two bloody performances just now were a punishment for disloyalty and a warning.

Most of the believers here are ordinary villagers, and compared with Nanyang Xiaolian and Wang Dashi, who have experience in doing the Tao, it is easier for them to be obsessed with the church. Wang Dashi seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, and he found that a few men were silently approaching him and Nanyang Xiaolian, presumably having discovered his disloyal demeanor.

Wang Dashi became more and more afraid, not to leave at this time, but when, and then, taking advantage of the chaos, he followed Nanyang Xiaolian into a small room and walked out of the secret passage.

The secret passage only allows one person to pass, as if it has just been dug and built, and fortunately there are no forks and mechanisms.

After walking out of the secret passage, Wang Dashi followed Nanyang Xiaolian. She has been taking care of her brother Mr. Nanyang in the burial faction, maybe the three people on the right of Dafu have already found the burial faction and marquis in the burial faction.

Qingliu's effectiveness in dispelling soul sorrow has decreased, and Wang Dashi's body is relaxed and his steps are fast. At this time, the two of them had already faded from the entanglement in the church, and Nanyang Xiaolian at this time was much more beautiful, with a dignified figure and a handsome face. Wang Dashi found that there were four people behind him, in groups of two and two, one group was following Nanyang Xiaolian, and the other group should be dealing with himself.

After walking a short distance, I heard the sound of the rushing river. Wang Dashi followed Nanyang Xiaolian to the river, holding water and taking two sips, and at this time, the four people behind rushed together, intending to push the two into the river.

Wang Dashi shouted, ran over, and blocked the four of them at the mouth of the river.

"Who are you, where is the church organization, tell me, and I will let you go!"

The four of them glanced at each other, and one of them said, "We are Heavenly Spirit Sect disciples. Hmph, you can't be an enemy of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, otherwise you will be killed by the Heavenly Spirits, if you do things for the Heavenly Spirit Church and be the people of the Heavenly Gods, the Heavenly Gods will take care of your family!"

"Since you are a member of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, why do you want to frame others!"

"Your mind is not pure, it is the will of the gods that we should be killed!"

Wang Dashi heard this, and said: "Don't you know that you have to pay for your life when you kill someone? Are you so presumptuous! Are people easy to kill? In my opinion, you are a cult and a church organization that harms people, and you have been deceived!"

"Don't say it, don't say it! If you insult the gods, you will be killed. If we do things for the Heavenly Spirit Sect, we will be taken care of by the gods, and we will not die, even if we die, it is only our physical body, our spirit will live forever in the world, and our spirit will always be in the world, and our spirit will always be happy!"

Wang Dashi said: "I don't believe what you say, or you die and show me." ”

"Good!" the four jumped into the river without hesitation and drowned. Then there was a burst of blood in the river, which frightened Wang Dashi and Nanyang Xiaolian into a cold sweat.

Wang Dashi carried Nanyang Xiaolian ashore and said, "Let's not come again to such a church organization! All sects and factions have already come to the burial faction, and they will definitely be able to solve the disturbance of the dream disaster!"

Nanyang Xiaolian nodded, she looked lost, and said: "Fortunately, I have been in the church for a short time, if I go deeper, I'm afraid it will be difficult to turn back!"

Wang Dashi said categorically: "The so-called Heavenly Spirit Church is an evil sect!"

Nanyang Xiaolian nodded and said: "The disturbance of the dream disaster has not been solved, and our brother and sister will not be at peace for a day, for which we have paid a lot of price, joining the Heavenly Spirit Spirit Religion, but also with a trace of luck, how do you know that we almost went astray." ”

Wang Dashi nodded, and then told the matter of Wutai Mountain Xiantong Temple and Zhengyi Sect convening various sects to solve the dream disaster.

Nanyang Xiaolian didn't expect it to be so fast.

The two chatted for a while, and at this time, two people rushed out from behind them, holding big knives, and slashed their heads and faces.

Wang Dashi leaned over to dodge, then his arms condensed, a fist on his face, and then, kicked violently with his foot, only to hear a "plop", the person was kicked and fell into the river. The other person was about to escape, but Wang Dashi grabbed him and asked, "What is your church doing, why are you following us!"

The man was not afraid of death at all, and said, "You are not a member of the church, and you should die if you know the secrets of the church!"

Wang Dashi scolded: "Who knows what secrets you have!" kicked away.

In fact, Wang Dashi's strength was not great, but this kick still kicked him in the river.

The two of them were not watery, and they fluttered in the water, and a huge python swam towards them, and the river was covered with blood.

Nanyang Xiaolian screamed in fright and hurriedly ran to the river.

Wang Dashi looked at the python carefully until the shadow of the python completely disappeared into the river.

The climate here is hot and humid, slightly warmer than in the northern part of the country, and snakes are most likely to grow among the mountainous thicklands.

Wang Dashi said: "The so-called Heavenly Spirit Sect preaches benevolence, but the method of frying people and destroying cattle with hot oil is outrageous, and it even sent people to assassinate us!"

Nanyang Xiaolian said: "We must have discovered our flaws! These six people are innocent!"

Wang Dashi nodded, he didn't feel that the death of these six people was a pity at all, he was worried about Nanyang Xiaolian, and said: "Heavenly Spirit Sect, you'd better not go again, this time you can be regarded as escaping, next time you may not be so lucky!"

Since Nanyang Guigong was disturbed by the dream disaster, the successive disasters began. Mr. Nanyang and Nanyang Xiaolian are facing death, according to Nanyang Xiaolian's thoughts, waiting for death to come, it is better to join the Heavenly Spirit Sect, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, as long as the gods can take care of it, which hope in the heart has been shattered, and the bottom of the heart is extremely empty.

Wang Dashi was very sympathetic to Nanyang's family, and he also deeply understood Nanyang Xiaolian's joining the Heavenly Spirit Sect, at this time, he sighed deeply, thinking that he couldn't comfort Nanyang Xiaolian with his clumsy tongue, and she needed to heal herself. He looked around, and suddenly, several figures were walking in this direction.

At the forefront was a middle-aged woman, with an arrogant and domineering demeanor. Behind him were three young women, soft and beautiful.

Several people are uniformly dressed, each wearing a pair of snow-white gloves, and at first glance they look like a sect in the road.

The hurried footsteps landed in front of Wang Dashi, and a young woman clenched her fists and asked, "I disturbed the two, do you know how the burial faction should go?"

Wang Dashi looked at Nanyang Xiaolian beside him.

Nanyang Xiaolian said: "What sect are you from, why do you want to inquire about the burial faction?"

The middle-aged woman clenched her fists and said, "Below is the midwife's soft-handed aunt in the road, who specializes in midwifery. A few days ago, I was invited by Mr. Nanyang of the burial faction to solve the disturbance of the dream disaster, and I ask you to point out the path, I just hope to arrive as soon as possible and crack it as soon as possible. ”

Wang Dashi didn't seem to understand, and asked, "What, what kind of midwife, find here to help by yourself?"

A trace of disdain appeared on the middle-aged woman's face, and one walked out behind her, and said stiffly: "It's a school dedicated to delivering babies with difficult births, you understand! My master is Aunt Soft Hand, haven't you heard of it!"

The woman's tone was not small, she was extremely impatient, and she didn't want to talk to the two of them too much. After she finished speaking, she glanced at Wang Dashi with her eyes.

Nanyang Xiaolian said at this time: "I am from the burial faction, welcome to your arrival, my brother must be waiting for you in the faction—— oh, after crossing this bridge, the first fork in the road turns west, it is the burial faction, I have some other things here, back to the faction, I personally greet you!"

After hearing this, the soft-handed aunt hugged her fist and thanked Nanyang Xiaolian, and led the apprentices to the bridge together.

Wang Dashi felt that they were very angry. I was dissatisfied in my heart, and thought: "Isn't the midwifery line a special door, what's the bull's anger, asking for directions, obviously asking for help, why are you still rushing like this? Could it be that something is wrong with me, is it that there is something wrong with me just now?"

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Dashi was a little demeaning when he first answered, and he reflected on himself at the moment.