When he opened his eyes again, Lin Mo had already entered a nightmare world.

Unlike the brightness and clarity in the real world, the nightmare world seems to have added several filters, and everything looks blurry or even distorted.

There seemed to be a lot of black particles floating in the air, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling of suffocation.

Lin Mo looked up at the painting.

The monk in the painting was still sitting cross-legged, but his head, which had been raised high, was now lowered, and his hands were hanging naturally. Blood was flowing from his body, and the blood had seeped through the drawing paper and dripped out of the frame.

The originally dignified and solemn temple now reveals an eerie and terrifying look. The Buddha statue behind the monk now looks more like the King of Hell in the Yama Palace, with a green face and fangs, and is hideous and terrifying.

Streams of blood continued to spread out from the painting.

You can tell that this painting is terrifying just by looking at it, and it seems to be connected to another even more terrifying world.

Lin Mo has matured now, unlike when he was young and full of curiosity about everything.

He knew that curiosity killed the cat.

If people want to live longer, the first thing they need to do is suppress their curiosity.

Lin Mo smiled and took out a lighter from his arms.

"Since there is something wrong with this painting, just burn it."

He really intended to do this, so he lit a fire, walked over and started burning along the frame.

The next moment, the senior monk who was sitting cross-legged suddenly reached out and grabbed it.

Most people would be scared to death if they encountered this kind of thing.

Lin Mo had been on guard for a long time.

He also reached out like lightning and grabbed the other person's wrist.

"I knew you weren't honest."

Lin Mo used one arm to try to pull the other person out.

This is called preemptive strike, it is better to pull the other party out than to be pulled in by the other party. Lin Mo has been to the painting world many times, and there were a few times when he was still surrounded by danger.

This painting looks even more terrifying, so Lin Mo would rather not go in. He has already made up his mind not to explore the story and reason behind this painting.

Why explore so much? Since the mannequin came out of this painting, just burn it.

After burning it, it's all over.

At this moment, after Lin Mo exerted force, he failed to pull the other person out.

"Still strong?" Lin Mo used both hands, but the opponent's strength still seemed endless, and Lin Mo was a little overwhelmed.

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you help?" Lin Mo yelled.

Immediately, several ghost hands stretched out from his shadow, grabbed the monk's arm and pulled him out.

At this moment, the monk in the painting raised his head.

The skinny face was full of ferocity. The next moment, the skin and flesh on his back were torn apart, and six arms stretched out like an eight-armed arhat.

"You're cheating!"

Lin Mo cursed angrily.

But it is undeniable that this scary version of the monk is really capable. Now that his eight arms are working together, the ghost can no longer be dealt with.

Lin Mo was being pulled into the painting little by little.

This is just like tug-of-war. Lin Mo's fighting spirit was completely aroused. He had never lost tug-of-war when he was in school before, so he couldn't lose now.

"Sister Yue, I was bullied, and you just stood there and watched?"

Lin Mo started to call people.

He couldn't take out the paper man book now, so he could only call Sister Yue out first.

But Lin Mo didn't know whether Sister Yue would come out.

After all, Sister Yue has a bit of a weird temper.

If you can't say it and say you won't help, then it really means you won't help.

After shouting twice, there was no response, just as Lin Mo expected.

"Sister Yue, I have information about that player. Do you want to hear it?"

Still no response.

"I'm going to write a letter to Grandma Yu, saying that you and others are bullying me!"

Lin Mo started to use his ultimate move.

He was about to be pulled into the painting and was about to lose, so he had to use ruthless tactics.

At this moment, a shadow emerged from Lin Mo's body, and then a person walked out of Lin Mo's body.

A terrifying darkness spread from this man to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, the entire room, except for the painting that was glowing with blood, was plunged into darkness.

It's like being immersed in black ink.

This figure, wearing a black wedding dress and with white skin like a doll, stood out particularly.

Sister Yue first glanced at Lin Mo, then reached out and grabbed the monk's arm and began to pull.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the painting: "Amitabha!"

Then I saw in the painting that there seemed to be another monk walking towards me from a distance.

The other person had a gray beard and was wearing a gray monk's robe. He walked very slowly, but he was close in a few moments.

It feels like they are helpers invited by the Eight-Armed Ghost Monk.

But when Lin Mo looked at the other person, he felt that he was a little serious, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

It's just that I can't remember it for a while.

Then the old monk said, "Lotus Temple has no ill intentions. My junior brother sealed the demon in his body for the sake of the people. Did he invite you to the temple to ask for something? If you are unwilling to help, please do not ruin our practice."

After saying that, the old monk stretched out his dead wood-like palm and patted the eight-armed ghost monk, and the latter actually let go of his hand.

Seeing this, Lin Mo told his helpers to let go first.

If you can reason, then be reasonable. If that doesn't work, then use force.

Of course, this kind of reasoning only applies to those who are equally powerful as him. If the person is far inferior to him, Lin Mo will not bother to reason with them and will just beat them up first.

I believe the other party has the same idea.

"What's your name, Master?" Lin Mo asked.

Since the other party is willing to communicate, Lin Mo is happy to do so.

"Dharma name Xinyuan!"

"Oh, Master Xinyuan, what's going on here?"

Lin Mo’s question was quite direct.

What I meant was, what Lotus Temple? That place of yours is just like the Palace of Yama. You'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise I will have to burn down this crappy temple of yours.

The monk Xinyuan in the painting smiled slightly, his eyes sweeping over the ghost figure under Lin Mo's feet and Sister Yue who was staring at him with her head tilted.

"It's the same for donors."

There is no explicit explanation.

But in fact, it also answered Lin Mo's question.

What the other party means is, look at all the monsters and demons around you, and you still ask me, we are the same, so no one should slander each other.

They are all damn old foxes, why are they pretending to be so high and mighty?

This could have been fooled by someone with some dignity and knowledge of when to advance and when to retreat, but Lin Mo was obviously not that kind of person.

He started to act stupidly out of habit.

"I don't care. If you don't explain clearly, I will burn the painting!"

Lin Mo raised the lighter in his hand.

After thinking about it, she probably felt that Sister Kozuki alone was not enough to intimidate the other party, so she ran over and pulled Doudou out of the cardboard box.

"Dad, Doudou wants candy!"

Doudou stretched out his purple little hand to ask for candy.

Lin Mo handed one to the other person without saying a word.

"Eat it, but remember to be a good boy."

Doudou is very well behaved when he has candy to eat.

When the monk Xinyuan in the painting saw Doudou, he couldn't help but shiver.

"Donor, what are you doing? We in Lotus Temple have always been kind, never bullying others, and have never done anything wrong. Those who have achieved success in cultivation in the temple all think of the people and seal the devil in their bodies. They believe that if I don't go to hell, then who will? I suffer alone, and the people will benefit."

As he said this, he pointed at the eight-armed ghost monk.

"My junior brother has a very strong mind and sealed the Ghost Gate in his body. If he hadn't sacrificed himself for the people, countless innocent people would have died."

When Lin Mo heard this, he laughed.

"Wouldn't it be fine if you had said that earlier?"

It’s true that Monk Xinyuan is a pretty interesting guy, and the other party admitted his mistake quite quickly.

Lin Mo likes it very much.

At this time, he found that Sister Yue had been looking at Doudou with her head tilted.

Noticing Lin Mo looking at her, Sister Yue asked, "Is this your son?"

“I guess so.”

A godson is still a son, so there is nothing wrong with what he said.

"I can't tell." Sister Yue was obviously very concerned about this matter, and it seemed that she didn't quite believe it.

Lin Mo laughed dryly.

This is not the time to discuss Doudou.

Now we need to figure out what this painting is about.

The clown fortune-telling machine said that the source of the dummies in Qianlong City now is this painting.

But from the beginning, Lin Mo didn't see the dummy.

Since the other party is so easy to talk to, why not ask.

"You mean the wooden figure or the wax figure?"

Lin Mo thought about it and nodded.

There are just these two types of dummies.

"They should have crawled out from the lotus pond. Unfortunately, after we sealed the big demon, we no longer have time to take care of these small evil creatures, so we can only let them leave."

Monk Xinyuan looked helpless.

It feels like I want to control it, but I can't.

Lin Mo had been staring at the other person, and now he suddenly remembered where he had seen this monk Xinyuan.

It is in the Black Sheep Mansion in Whale City.

In the nightmare world inside the mansion, there is a special door that leads to a strange world.

Lin Mo once saw a meditating monk there.

The monk's eyes were poked out and his nose was cut off, his tongue was cut off, and his ears were poked out and deafened.

The corresponding meaning is don’t see, don’t hear, don’t hear, don’t ask.

The other person was also wearing the same clothes as Xinyuan in front of him.

And somehow, the monk Xinyuan in front of him was at least 90% similar to the big monk in the Black Sheep Mansion.

Is this a coincidence? 　One chapter in the early morning, asking for monthly votes, and strive to break 2000 　　 　 (End of this chapter)