I have a Taoist temple that connects me to other worlds

Legend has it that in ancient times, humans had a third eye located in the front of the pineal gland.

In mythology, this eye was used to ward off evil and see through illusions.

However, for some unknown reason, this third eye disappeared, leaving behind a blank forehead that concealed all those legends.

However, if you were to press a blade tip against your brow, you would naturally feel a sense of pressure. That is the trace of the third eye's existence, and the perception that humans once had.

Why can animals sense disasters while humans are completely unaware? It is because humans once possessed the ability to avoid danger, but it disappeared with the passage of time.

After Jiang Wen's idol was upgraded, his third eye was faintly stimulated. However, he was later preoccupied with cultivating his Dao, and the third eye naturally became dormant again.

Now, facing such an unfamiliar predicament, Jiang Wen wanted to test whether this third eye could be effective.

He channeled his magic power into his brow, stimulating it slightly.

He felt an incomparable coolness in his brow, and an urge to burst forth.

"Can't you send her to the hospital for treatment? Why do you have to harm people like this?" Jiang Wen asked again, with a slight understanding.

This was the first time he had encountered such a thing, and he didn't expect the third eye to consume so much magic power. No wonder most of those who possessed a third eye were gods, and very few Daoists could open it.

"She was taken away."

"I can sell my blood, I can sell my kidneys, I can even sell the ancestral house. But I don't have any connections! Who would want this house? I went to borrow money, but even the banks think I'm too poor to lend to. I'm at my wit's end."

This drum was obviously not made in A'luo Village and had a distinct ethnic style.

Jiang Wen released his neck and clapped his hands.

"No matter how strong you are, you can't escape this illusion array," A'gu'ruo said, taking a sharp weapon from the side and approaching Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen let Feishuang move away from him, then stood in front of him with the drum: "Now, can you honestly confess everything?"

"My sister," A'gu'ruo smiled bitterly. "You are from an official organization, you should have investigated everything clearly. My sister is now beyond saving. It's all too late, it's all my fault."

"Money!! I need money! If I had money, I would have sent my sister to the hospital long ago! But where can I get the money! Do you know how much leukemia treatment costs?! I don't have that much money. I can't bear to watch my sister wither away day by day, I've tried everything."

"Who?"

The illusion disappeared, and Jiang Wen withdrew the magic power that maintained the third eye. Even though he recovered extremely quickly now, his magic power was still almost depleted.

He grabbed the other party's neck and knocked the sharp weapon out of his hand.

"So, if you have any other tricks, use them," Jiang Wen smiled.

He seemed to have another kind of vision, a brand new one, like being possessed by a divine idol. He had experienced this kind of sensory feeling a few times, so he quickly adapted to it. The illusion turned into nothingness in his eyes, with only A'gu'ruo holding a magic weapon, smiling coldly and beating it in front of him.

He picked up the destroyed illusion magic weapon from the ground and looked at it carefully.

"So you used corpse refining to turn your sister into a zombie?" Jiang Wen said calmly.

Feishuang was full of coldness, which ordinary people could not bear.

The seven characters are: joy, anger, sorrow, thought, grief, fear, and shock, corresponding to the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

"Good, good, good, I'll let you out to enjoy the breeze later."

It's just that the drum surface was broken by Feishuang, making the entire drum seem incomplete.

Jiang Wen gently touched the drum, the delicate touch made him feel goosebumps. Just after exploring it, he knew how the drum skin was made.

This was a hand-sized flat drum, with various characters engraved on all sides. Jiang Wen looked at it carefully, and the characters on it should belong to ancient script. Although it is not popular now, he can still understand it to some extent.

The other party was staring blankly at Feishuang, with a layer of white frost on his face.

"Hmph, clown," Jiang Wen thought to himself. Feishuang sped out, turning into a blue light, and shattered the magic weapon A'gu'ruo was beating in one blow.

"Yes, I accidentally found a strange book in my ancestors' books, which wrote about corpse control. As long as I refine my sister into a zombie, her illness will no longer be an illness. Then I will take her to live in a farther place, just the two of us relying on each other," A'gu'ruo said, looking at Jiang Wen again. "You say, why do the poor always suffer? I've been doing good deeds since I was a child, I've never done anything bad, not even picking up a wallet and handing it over to the police. I didn't expect my sister to get leukemia, she's so young! I'd rather have this disease on me."

He said, covering his head in annoyance: "I never thought things would develop like this! Never! I just wanted to save my sister!"

Putting these things aside for the time being, Jiang Wen looked at A'gu'ruo, who was slumped on the ground.

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Wen's mouth twitched. He made up a fictional official organization just to scare the other party, there is no mysterious organization in reality.

"Why do you say you're saving your sister?" Jiang Wen stared at him.

"Nothing is impossible, it's just an illusion, you don't think this can stump me, do you?" Jiang Wen smiled, patting A'gu'ruo's face. Feishuang turned around and stopped beside him, rubbing against him intimately.

A smooth crack slowly opened in the center of Jiang Wen's brow. Then golden light burst forth, and the third eye appeared. Just cracking a slit made him feel his magic power flowing away rapidly.

"What about the two girls?" Jiang Wen ignored his rambling words and asked directly.

"You!" A'gu'ruo gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Wen fiercely, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he could only smile bitterly, lying on the ground and muttering to himself: "So, was I too arrogant? As expected, official organizations are official organizations, too mysterious and powerful."

"How, how is this possible!" A'gu'ruo looked at Jiang Wen in disbelief. He still didn't understand how his magic weapon was destroyed, and what that blue light was.

Feeling slightly weak, Jiang Wen stabilized his mind and stepped in front of A'gu'ruo.

Feishuang then turned the sword body in satisfaction, the sharp tip of the sword against A'gu'ruo's brow.

"I know," A'gu'ruo stood up stubbornly. He lowered his head, looking at the broken sharp weapon on the ground. "I'm sorry just now, I really wanted to kill you."

"It's too late to say that now, let's settle the score after this is over. Go and see your sister's situation, whether it's as hopeless as you said."

Jiang Wen said, and walked out of the door. A'gu'ruo bit his lip and followed behind him.