340 The Fantasy World Forced to Continue
As a person whose name is half the same as Jiang Xin's, Wu Xin obviously has a certain degree of tacit understanding with Jiang Xin, and feels that something is wrong: "Why don't we go back to Tianshui Sect?"
"Now that we're here, stop being so picky." Jiang Xin raised her hand and tried to pat Wu Xin's shoulder like an adult, but because she was too short, she could only pat Wu Xin's knees. She could only make do with two pats, "Master, let's go!"
Wu Xin looked reluctant, and was held up by Shen Musi and Chu Linfeng on the left and right, dragging him to follow Jiang Xin and walk towards Chankong Temple.
The dilapidated temple that was looming in the wind and sand always seemed to be close at hand, but it was impossible to reach it. Now everyone followed Jiang Xin, and after taking a few steps, they could clearly feel the distance between themselves and the dilapidated temple was shortening.
After a while, everyone arrived at the gate of the temple.
The temple looked dilapidated from a distance, and even more shabby when you got closer.
The walls of the temple are mottled in color, and the golden outer layer of paint has fallen off in large chunks, revealing the ochre-colored earth walls inside.
Wen Ziqi was surprised and asked Wuxin, "Master, is your Chankong Temple really like this?"
Wu Xin nodded.
Ren Yuan was surprised: "It's so shabby? As one of the six great sects, why is the Tianshui Sect that I saw in the illusion so glamorous? Is it real?"
Ning Yao felt that the Tianshui Sect in the illusion was not worthy of the real Tianshui Sect: "Our Tianshui Sect is much better than the one in the illusion. At least on the mountain road, we can feel the sword intent left by the founder on the mountain gate."
"Then why is Chankong Temple so dilapidated?" Wen Ziqi asked puzzledly.
"You used a space spell, right?" Jiang Xin tilted her head to look at Wu Xin. Seeing that he didn't refute her, she knew that she had guessed correctly. "It's not reflected in the illusion. Even if the real Chankong Temple is dilapidated, it should be covered with protective formations like our Tianshui Sect. Moreover, this Chankong Temple looks very small from the outside, but it should be very large inside."
Wu Xin said modestly: "That's right, the interior of Chankong Temple is equivalent to a small cave."
Many sects, including the towns at the foot of the mountain, are not as big as a small cave. The Chankong Temple only looks dilapidated, but no one knows how much enviable wealth is hidden inside.
"Open the door! Open the door!" Jiang Xiao walked forward and knocked on the door. His little fist landed on the heavy courtyard door, making a light sound without any force, but it caused the dust on the door to fall down.
With a creaky sound, the courtyard door inlaid with peeling paint rivets was opened, revealing a bald head.
Seeing Jiang Xiao, the monk who opened the door was obviously stunned for a moment: "Where did this child come from?"
Jiang Xiao turned around to look at Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xin ran forward and said, "We are disciples of Chankong Temple."
The monk who opened the door looked at her suspiciously and said, "We in Chankong Temple are all male disciples, there are no girls."
Jiang Xinli said confidently: "I am a boy."
Everyone standing behind her paused in their tracks, especially her senior brothers. They looked at each other, and at this moment they all began to doubt Jiang Xin's gender.
In the end, the charlatan understood the charlatan best. Lin Yan was the first to react and sent a message to everyone: "This is an illusion. The little sister is talking nonsense because of the situation. Don't expose her."
Chu Linfeng thought about the magic of Jiang Xin's words coming true, and muttered to himself: "I'm not afraid of my junior sister's nonsense, I'm just afraid that she will turn into a boy if she turns her words into reality."
Ana Shen didn’t understand what was so scary about this: “Our sect doesn’t only accept male or female disciples, so it’s okay even if you change your gender.”
Chu Linfeng: "Can't you think about Master and his wife? Daughter becoming son... it's exciting just to think about it."
Shen Muse has always been a wild dad for others outside, and has never been a real dad, so it is hard for him to imagine this feeling.
As he was talking, the monk who opened the door in Chankong Temple also began to doubt Jiang Xin's words: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are obviously a girl."
"I'm a boy!" Jiang Xin emphasized loudly.
The monk who opened the door wanted to refute, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was inexplicably stunned for a moment, and actually nodded, accepting this "fact".
His eyes passed over Jiang Xin and looked at the people behind her.
Jiang Xincui said: "They are also disciples of Chankong Temple."
Her words seemed to have magical power. The doubts in the monk's eyes disappeared, and he completely opened the door that was only slightly open before: "Then come in."
Jiang Xiao was the first to walk in, followed closely by Jiang Xin.
The others went in one after another. Wu Xin was in the middle. When he passed by the monk who opened the door, the somewhat confused monk seemed to have triggered some switch. He suddenly became vicious and cursed: "You bastard, I asked you to go out and pick spiritual herbs, but you came back empty-handed?"
After Wuxin’s memory was restored, his cultivation level at the Jindan stage was also restored.
He spread out his hands, a golden Buddha light flashed, and a stack of spiritual herbs appeared in his arms.
"Please accept it, senior brother." Wu Xin handed over the spiritual herbs with a smile.
This part was obviously not in the script of Monk Kaimen. He didn't know how to continue the scene for a moment. He held the Buling Grass in his arms in a daze, and didn't react until Wuxin and others walked away.
Wen Ziqi couldn't help but sigh, "It's really an illusion. Such a simple illusion has fooled the characters in the plot. If they were real disciples of the Chankong Temple, they would be able to see through it at a glance, right?"
Wu Xin said very experiencedly: "Even if you use a secret treasure as a cover, it may not be seen through."
Wen Ziqi looked at him suspiciously: "How many times have you done this?"
Wu Xin was a little sad: "Is this how I am in the eyes of the donors?"
Wen Ziqi chuckled.
What kind of image do you need as a monk who is only interested in finding a female disciple from the Hehuan Sect to "experience the tribulations in the mortal world"?
The group walked into the main hall, and Wuxin suddenly stopped and looked at the empty altar in front of him with a little surprise.
There should have been a Buddha statue there.
Not only that, all the places for enshrining Buddha statues in the main hall are empty, and even seem a little blurry at a glance, like the edge of a dream that people don't want to be touched.
Lin Yan glanced at these places and guessed the reason: "The Buddha statue must contain divinity. This illusion is too low-level and I dare not transform it."
The illusion can obscure the five senses to a certain extent, but now that they have recovered their memories and cultivation, these illusions cannot stop them, so they can discover the problem so easily.
There were rows of monks chanting on cushions in the main hall. When one of the monks, who looked like a deacon, saw Wuxin and the others enter the room, he put down his Buddhist beads in dissatisfaction, stood up and walked towards them: "Wuxin, you are late for morning class today, you should be punished."
Wu Xin didn't want to be punished, so he lowered his head and asked Jiang Xin: "Xin Xin, what do you think we should do?"
Jiang Xin didn't want to see him being punished, so she opened her arms to Wu Xin and said, "Pick me up."
Wu Xin did as he was told and bent down to pick up Jiang Xin.
The deacon monk who came to question them said dissatisfiedly: "You are all late, and you will all be punished."
Jiang Xin blew a breath into her little pink fist, punched the deacon monk head-on, and sent him flying.
The orderly chanting in the hall came to an abrupt halt, and everyone looked up at her in disbelief.
Jiang Xin's childish voice rang out in the huge main hall: "From now on, the rules have changed. I have the final say here!"
"I have the final say!"
"I have the final say!"
The echo continued to linger in the hall. The illusion seemed to be shattered, but was forcibly restrained by an invisible force and forced to continue running.
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