What he thought was indeed correct. A place filled with yin energy like this could not possibly be together with a Buddhist temple.
So either this Buddhist temple has been obscured by the black fog, or the illusion below will not last long and will be destroyed, and he will remain in hell forever.
I just hope this is fake, a false illusion to fool people.
But the cold wind blew past, and the sharp wind, as cold as a knife, hit his face hard, leaving a few cracks on it.
call--
The wind had subtly affected the candle outside, causing it to sway. The black light and the golden light on it looked inconsistent.
Someone gradually approached the room and opened the door.
A strong wind rushed in from outside, and the candle fell to the ground with a snap. The black light went out, and the golden light prevailed again.
All that could be seen was the shimmering golden light, while the wooden fish on it was faintly shrouded in a layer of black mist, and the golden Buddha statue began to creak.
It feels like there are not golden Buddha statues on it, but just rotten pieces of wood.
“Squeak—”
The door also rang for some reason.
That lady also slowly closed the door and came in, but found that there was only a white candle on the ground, and there was no one around.
"Oh... why is that person using white candles to pray to Buddha? Never mind, I won't cause trouble to myself in the middle of the night."
Then he walked out slowly, and the man holding the spirit bell saw the man walking out beside him with the extinguished white candle in his hand.
If this person takes the candle away, it will probably have irreversible consequences for himself.
The door had been closed, and at that moment he could see the god of death in hell waving at him.
Ding-ling-ling——
The man broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at his own hand, which was actually raised up and even fluttered in the wind a few times.
Although it was only a few times, the bell was extraordinary. After only two rings, he felt the wind and clouds around him change!
Originally, this Buddhist temple with golden light splashing everywhere unexpectedly transformed into a house, a family.
Everyone here was very unhappy, some were serving tea and pouring water, while others were gossiping and being yelled at.
How could it look so real?
When he saw the pale faces of those people again, which were obviously not what living people looked like, he knew that he had fallen into a maze.
Looking at the group of people in front of him, they seemed to be unaware of him and were just mechanically doing what they had to do.
What that group of people poured was not tea at all, it was clearly flesh and blood. Moreover, they drank it with great pleasure, and even lay on the chairs to enjoy it.
"This tea is indeed worthy of being brought from this palace. It is indeed fragrant!"
"Yes, yes. Otherwise, the things in this palace are really good. Why don't you let our child go to the palace to earn a living? It's a stable job after all."
"You are obviously too soft-hearted. Do you know how chaotic this palace is? If you're not careful, you could end up with your head and body torn apart. Our family isn't a small family, so why would we go to this palace to cause trouble?"
After saying this, the woman opposite also sighed and shook her head.
That's true.
"We only have this one son, so let him stay at home and continue the family line."
Sighed.
While this group of people were chatting, they turned around stiffly and looked back. The man's face was furious as if he wanted to eat someone.
"You... you look so strange, I don't think I've seen you before."
That's a master.
"Why don't you get out of here, slave? What are you doing here?"
The man wanted to turn around, but he could only feel the cool breeze blowing beside him. His legs were restrained and he couldn't move at all.
"Why don't you leave?"
"I…"
It’s not that I don’t want to leave, it’s that I can’t leave!
Then the group of people immediately discovered that there was something wrong with this sudden person. Naturally, Sanqing was busy wiping his sweat. Feeling the almost cold gazes of this group of people, he stammered and didn't know what to say.
"Master, this person! He doesn't look like someone from our house. I don't recognize him at all."
"Who are you?"
The old man was puffing his beard and glaring with curiosity.
"I...I am Sanqing."
"Three Pure Ones..."
The master just pulled at his braid at the back and tried hard to think about this servant named Sanqing, but he had no clue at all and in the end he almost gave up.
"Forget it, what are you doing here?"
"Don't do anything... My legs are numb and I can't move."
The master also waved his hand in disdain.
"Move out, move out."
When the group of servants touched Sanqing's body, they took two steps back. The group of people also noticed it, and their outstretched hands went straight through the man's body.
Moreover, the Three Pure Ones are more like an entity, and I can't touch anything.
"You are...what about us?"
The ghosts had already been given a curing agent during their death, so they were not aware of the fact that they were dead, but the Three Pure Ones were very "kind" in letting them relive this event.
"I'm dead?"
"Oh my lord, please don't be impulsive!"
The old man stood up directly, his expression seemed particularly indifferent, and the sharp claws in his hands turned into dots, looking particularly terrifying.
Blood gradually began to flow from the man's head.
The whole house was dyed red.
The house creaked and looked particularly fragile. If you didn't know, you would think it was going to collapse.
"So I'm already dead, then how did you get here..."
The group of people were showing their fangs and claws.
"Hurry up, catch them one by one, how dare you come here, you useless bastard!"
The group of people were just gasping for breath, and blood clots of varying sizes gradually appeared on their bodies. The whole room became increasingly turbid, and when they smelled it, they could smell an indescribable fishy odor that was spreading.
All we can say is that Sanqing is stupid. He has the internal energy in his hands, so he doesn't need to be fooled by these ghosts.
There was no other way. When I was being chased and out of breath, I was forced to remember that I actually had something called internal strength.
"You...you guys step back and don't come over!"
Sanqing only picked up a knife stained with black energy from the side.
After the knife came into contact with the entity, it turned into a black mist and dissipated. Obviously, nothing could be seen.
"Black mist...this."
Sanqing forgot that he was in the ghost world and was trapped in a ghost wall. However, in a desperate situation, he found that he could actually move, unlike before when he could not even move his body.
And moving like this will naturally attract the attention of the other side.
So he tried to hold his breath.
The ghost on the opposite side really searched for this person for a long time but couldn't find him. However, holding his breath was not a solution. After holding it for a long time, he couldn't help but breathe.
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