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The mountain road was rugged. After Zhao Yuanlang performed the salvation for the female corpse, he rushed towards the capital. After all, only in the capital could Zhao Yuanlang know the background of this world.

It’s not that Zhao Yuanlang didn’t want to fly. He was a zombie god, no, a vampire prince, that’s not right either. Never mind, just pretend to be a demon fairy who had survived a thunder tribulation. Flying was easy, but he encountered a lot of strange things along the way.

It's amazing how you can encounter mountain spirits and ghosts in this world after just a few steps.

Suddenly, bursts of Buddhist sounds came from afar, and there was a temple on the top of the mountain. The temple looked very upright, but it was mixed with a trace of black air and countless evil desires. It was quite interesting. Zhao Yuanlang had discovered many strange and supernatural events in this world within a few days.

Zhao Yuanlang waved his hand, collected the female corpse in front of him, and then strode towards the temple on the mountain.

When Zhao Yuanlang arrived at the entrance of the temple, he found two scholars. The three of them greeted each other and walked in together.

The temple was very empty, with only a small temple where an old monk who had been traveling around was temporarily staying. When the old monk saw the guests coming in, he straightened his clothes and came out to greet them, and guided them to tour the temple.

Why does this scene look so familiar? Is this the painted wall? The painted wall story from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? The female corpse I collected the day before should be the female corpse from the Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. It is strange that she has come to this world.

On the east wall, there were many celestial maidens scattering flowers. Among them was a girl with long hair, holding a flower in her hand and smiling. Her cherry lips seemed to be about to speak, and her eyes seemed to be moving. A scholar who came in with Zhao Yuanlang stared at her for a long time, and his mind was shaken and he was immediately immersed in admiration.

Interesting, is this soul-stealing? Zhao Yuanlang smiled, glanced at the wandering old monk, and also went in.

There were pavilions, towers, idle clouds and wild cranes inside, which was very majestic and magnificent.

Zhao Yuanlang didn't care, but squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk who was preaching Buddhism in the square. Wasn't this the wandering old monk? The monks and fairies surrounding him revealed their true faces in front of Zhao Yuanlang one by one, and they were all mountain spirits and ghosts.

The scholar who came in earlier than Zhao Yuanlang didn't notice at all that the group of monks and fairies were looking at him secretly. Soon, a young girl pulled him from behind.

Then the scholar ran away with the girl. They passed the winding fence and the girl entered a small house. The scholar was a little scared and stopped, not daring to go any further.

The girl turned around, raised the flowers in her hand and greeted him, but the scholar was still dazzled by her beauty and followed her in.

This is how bold and daring the scholar was. Seeing that the house was quiet and empty, the scholar went to hug the girl. The girl did not resist much, so he became intimate with her.

It was really an eye-opener. The scholar was lying on an ugly female ghost with maggots all over her body, moving non-stop. Zhao Yuanlang was hiding in the dark and shaking his head. There was the grassroots hero Xu Xian, the friend of life and death Ning Caichen, the oneness of man and nature Dong Yong, and today it seemed that there had to be one more person to join the cast.

Lust is a terrible thing. Never mind. He didn't die in the story anyway. At most, he just lost his yang energy and was weak for a while. Let him learn a lesson.

You know what, this scholar is living a very comfortable life. He has been hanging out here for three or four days in a row, making love with the "female fairy" every day.

Suddenly, they heard the clanking of leather boots and the clattering of ropes. Then there was a chaotic noise of arguments. The girl got up in surprise and secretly looked out with Zhu Juren. They saw a god in golden armor, with a black face, holding a rope and a hammer, and many women surrounding him.

Zhao Yuanlang saw clearly that the Yang energy was almost achieved and it was time to start acting and chase people away.

He was afraid of being caught, so the girl stuffed him under the bed. Because his yang energy had been severely depleted in the past two days, he felt like cicadas buzzing in his ears and fire in his eyes, and he could hardly bear it.

The scholar's friend was in the hall, and when he disappeared, he asked the old monk in surprise. The old monk smiled and said, "He went to listen to the teachings of the Dharma."

The scholar friend asked, "Where is it?"

The old monk replied, "Not far."

After a while, the old monk tapped the wall with his fingers and called out, "Donor, you have been out for so long, why haven't you come back yet?"

Immediately, the image of the scholar appeared on the mural. He stood with his ears tilted, as if he had heard something. The old monk called out again, "Your travel companion has been waiting for a long time."

In this way, the scholar floated down from the mural, and his friends were shocked.

At this time, they looked at the girl holding the flower in the mural again. Her hair was no longer hanging down. The scholar bowed to the old monk in surprise and asked him what was going on. The old monk smiled and said, "Illusions are born from the human mind. How can I explain it?"

The scholar was feeling depressed and uncomfortable, while his friend was extremely horrified, thinking that they had bitten a demon monk. The two of them immediately stood up, said goodbye, and left along the stairs.

Seeing the two scholars leave, the old monk frowned, looked at Zhao Yuanlang who was waving at him in the scroll, frowned again, and his figure disappeared in front of the mural.

"Greetings, benefactor!" The old monk appeared in front of Zhao Yuanlang.

"Master, you have great cultivation skills. I admire you. What a place full of goblins and ghosts."

"I don't understand what you are saying, benefactor."

"Master, you really don't understand?" Zhao Yuanlang snapped his fingers, and the fairy who had made love with the scholar appeared beside Zhao Yuanlang. Her stomach had calmed down, and Zhao Yuanlang was holding a huge ball of yang energy in his hand.

The old monk saw that Zhao Yuanlang had seen through his plan, and looked at him grimly: "It seems that you are stubborn and will not change! You should know that Buddha also has angry eyes of Vajra."

"Please summon your angry King Kong!"

The old monk shouted loudly, and the white clouds shook. A group of soldiers in golden armor appeared in the clouds and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlang.

Zhao Yuanlang laughed loudly, opened his mouth, and ate up all the heavenly soldiers and generals on the cloud in one gulp.

The old monk was horrified: "You, you, you are not a human? You are a zombie! No, you are a demon?"

Zhao Yuanlang ignored him and instead stepped forward and slapped the old monk in the face. The old monk saw stars and lost half of his soul. He fell from the clouds and died.

The mountain spirits and ghosts below were terrified. As soon as the old monk died, the pavilions, towers, white clouds and wild cranes all disappeared, leaving only an empty large cave.

"He has done so much evil!"

Zhao Yuanlang opened his mouth and a flame spurted out, burning the cave clean, turning all the mountain spirits and monsters into ashes.

When Zhao Yuanlang came out of the mural, the temple that was once illuminated by Buddha's light had become dilapidated. The murals on both sides were all cracked, and there were deep caves behind them.

What old monk? He is just a spirit of the Yaksha Vajra mural at the entrance of the temple. Because it is a mural, it has been immersed in Buddhism for many years. It gradually devoured the monks in the temple. Then it used its magical powers to summon a group of mountain spirits and ghosts, and used sleight of hand to make a nest in the wall.

It's not a pity for them to die one by one. They are so bloody that burning them to death would be the lightest punishment.

Zhao Yuanlang slowly walked out of the temple gate and waved his hand. The temple collapsed instantly and turned into a pile of rubble on the mountain.