Something is wrong with Jian Zun

What unfolded in front of the eyes of the three of them was not a dilapidated ghost town that had been burned down by a big fire, nor was it a creepy scene of thousands of ghosts crying together.

It is a long street that is as prosperous as water and full of vitality.

The streets are tidy and the houses are in order. In the distance, the huge Miyagi flies in succession, glistening in the sun. Nearby are bustling with vendors hawking their goods, and soldiers patrolling the city in order.

This is the capital of Xixue Kingdom 400 years ago!

Chu Zhaoliu's expression did not change. Looking back, the city gate behind him was still wide open, but it was no longer crumbling. It was brand new and magnificent.

And the road they walked over was clear and green, with a thoroughfare.

Tan Yuan looked at the scene in front of her with a dazed expression.

Back then, Fozong and Xie Ming parted ways and went to support the battlefield in the east, and had no direct contact with the monster. Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a few moments, then he came to his senses and explained intimately: "This is the handwriting of the monster. Remember , Everything in the illusion is fake, no matter what happens, don’t pay attention to it, even a fallen leaf may hide murderous intent, so don’t touch it at will.”

As he was talking, Xie Ming stretched out his hand and caught a falling leaf.

Chu Zhaoliu clicked his tongue: "You did it on purpose?"

The grain of the fallen leaves is fine and textured.

Xie Ming lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, crushed the fallen leaves into ashes, and said calmly: "It is no different from the real fallen leaves."

Can make the illusion so real, the bewitching monster is not only restored.

Even better than it was 100 years ago.

Xie Ming walked forward, there was a hint of mockery in his voice: "It seems that you won't be able to drink bone soup tonight."

Tan Yuan came back to her senses, followed up with Chu Zhaoliu, and asked with frowned eyebrows: "Back then, benefactor Xie should have known how to break the illusion, right?"

Chu Zhaoliu said casually: "Catch her and kill her. Huoyao can transform into any person or thing in the illusion, and kill people when they are not prepared, but if she doesn't come out, there is nothing to do with her for a while. "

Xie Ming's footsteps paused, then he turned his head and stared at Chu Zhaoliu: "How do you know?"

Chu Zhaoliu blinked and smiled: "I have seen a lot, why don't I know?"

Xie Ming frowned slightly, and was about to ask further, when a man dressed as an inn boy stopped in front of the three of them, and said enthusiastically: "The three guest officials came from far away to participate in the celebration, I guess you must have not found it yet." The inn where I stayed, how about a small shop? The business in the city is booming recently, so don’t miss it if you miss it!”

Tan Yuan was stunned.

This guy was beaming, his expression and voice were just like a real person.

But after knowing that what is in front of me is a phantom, or even a demon, it feels very weird.

For no reason, Chu Zhaoliu felt that this scene was a little familiar, squinted his eyes, looked at him a few times, and smiled suddenly: "Okay, I will trouble my little brother to lead the way."

Tan Yuan hesitated to speak: "Zhao Liu..."

Chu Zhaoliu blinked his left eye at him, signaling him to rest assured, and followed the waiter to the inn with a stroll.

Seeing that Xie Ming followed without any objection, Tan Yuan followed in confusion, feeling a little uneasy in her heart.

Perhaps it was because of the real face of resentment under this illusion of prosperity, since he entered the city, he felt extremely strange in his heart, and even had the idea of ​​fleeing a little bit.

Tan Yuan was quite surprised, and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.

Along the way, many boys and girls saw the three of them blushing, and couldn't help but look back frequently. The waiters babbled about how difficult it was for them to beg for food when they came here.

Ridiculously true.

If the three of them hadn't been soberly aware that all of this was fake, they might have lost their minds for a moment and doubted everything they saw.

This is the kind of opportunity that the demon has been waiting for.

Once the heart is shaken, murder will also be imminent.

The inn will arrive soon.

The shopkeeper was working on his abacus, when he saw that the clerk had attracted him, he was very happy: "There are still three upper rooms, and the three guest officials have one room for each of them, right?"

Chu Zhaoliu smiled and shook his fan: "No, the three of us share a room."

The shopkeeper was surprised: "A room has a bed, and the three of you want to sleep in one?"

"Isn't this a shameful thing?"

The shopkeeper's expression suddenly fell, and he reluctantly registered the three of them and handed out the sign. When Chu Zhaoliu turned around, he heard the shopkeeper scold in a low voice, "I thought I was rich if I dressed brightly." Well, poor poor ghost."

Chu Zhaoliu was speechless for a while.

Huoyao, have you made this illusion too real?

When walking upstairs, the guests in the inn lobby were discussing something, one of them had a loud voice, and it came here:

"...Your Majesty listened to the Great Master, and even ordered to hang all the people surnamed Yin, so ashamed!"

Tan Yuan glanced over.

Chu Zhaoliu frowned slightly, and pressed his shoulder: "Don't listen, don't look."

The three of them went upstairs and entered the room, and when the door was closed, Tan Yuan couldn't help asking: "This..."

Chu Zhaoliu sat down leisurely, and poured a cup of tea by himself: "Didn't you listen to what the buddy said, there is a celebration in the city recently, there should be many people watching, according to the normal situation, at this time, inn rooms are extremely sought-after , why solicit customers? The shopkeeper opened his mouth and said that there are three upper rooms left. Since the business is booming, how can there be three upper rooms left? It would be nice to have a firewood room.”

Tan Yuan still had doubts in her heart, so she asked frankly: "Since Huo Yao specially lured us here, there must be a conspiracy, why do we follow her?"

Chu Zhaoliu touched his chin.

Tan Yuan is not deeply involved in the world, this is good and bad.

His buddha mind is complete, but he has not experienced world affairs, so he may be the most difficult and best target to attack.

"Of course I want to come." Xie Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he snatched away the tea that Chu Zhaoliu was playing with, and seemed to want to pour it into his mouth to try the taste, and put it heavily on the table, "Huo Yao appeared , the illusion can be broken."

Tan Yuan sighed: "It's the poor monk who is stupid."

If most people encounter such a situation, their first reaction is to avoid danger.

But not to mention that this illusion is under the control of Hu Yao, and there is danger at any time, even if the danger can be avoided, should he accompany Hu Yao and stay in the illusion?

Of the three of them, one is a sword master who is hard to find an opponent in this world, and the other is a Buddha son who is born with Buddha bones and feared by all ghosts. Although Chu Zhaoliu seems unreliable, he is also a master of talisman formations.

Those who dare not go head-to-head with them and should avoid them are the demons.

Having been robbed, Chu Zhaoliu leaned back boredly, playing with the fan in his hand as if he couldn't stay idle: "It's getting dark, the demon will probably move, just wait."

Tan Yuan nodded, and said after deliberation: "When I entered the city just now, the poor monk noticed the large array arranged around the surrounding area. The Buddha Sect's large array for suppressing evil that Zhaoliu said is actually not enough to suppress the resentment here. There is the most holy and pure thing that complements the formation, and the illusion of bewitching monsters must be based on the old capital, if we can find that thing, it will be another way to break the situation."

Xie Ming nodded: "It's also possible."

Tan Yuan saw that his tone was quite calm when he spoke, and continued: "When the illusion is broken, what does Xie Benefactor think of the thousands of wronged souls here?"

Xie Ming's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said concisely: "Punish them all."

Tan Yuan's face changed suddenly: "Is Xie Benefactor a bit too cold-blooded and heartless?"

Xie Ming is like holding a handful of mountain snow, his brows do not move, and his lips seem ironic: "Master Tan Yuan, you can save ten, a hundred, a thousand people, but you can't save hundreds of thousands of people."

These wronged souls are already fierce ghosts, if one is released, it will be a disaster for ordinary people, let alone hundreds of thousands.

If there are only a few hundred or a few thousand, Tan Yuan can still be transformed.

With such a large number, even if the Buddha Sect goes all out and exhausts the Buddha's power, it will take a hundred years to settle it, and it is obviously impossible for the Buddha Sect to do so--in the end, it is the Buddha who cultivates, and the Tao is good, but the human heart is ultimately If you don't have a Buddha's heart, no matter how much you are full of compassion, there will be a bottom line for giving.

Even if the head of the Buddhist sect came in person, he could only evade a few words, and then agreed with what Xie Ming said.

What Xie Ming said made sense, but Tan Yuan could not agree.

He frowned and insisted: "The poor monk will do his best."

Xie Ming said in a low voice, "How do you do your best? Give up your cultivation and give out the Buddha bones to save thousands of resentful spirits? You are so selfless, master."

His words are indifferent, like pearls and jade splashing down, his tone is very flat, without deliberately targeting, but it is like a needle prick, so ruthless that it is hard to hear.

Tan Yuan fell silent.

Chu Zhaoliu had a headache to smooth things over. Although he was really surprised that he and Xie Ming didn't have a good relationship, he had to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, how to deal with it, we'll talk about it after the illusion is broken. Lord Jianzun, your boss Isn't silence like gold, don't you feel bad about throwing out so much gold suddenly? Take a break."

Xie Ming cast a glance at him, and actually closed his mouth obediently.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at the silent Tan Yuan, still worried about what Xie Ming would say, so he dragged him to the other side of the room, gesticulating and talking.

Mutations happen suddenly.

Chu Zhaoliu had only said a few words, and there was the sound of light rain outside the house. The sound of the raindrops splashing was subtle, and gradually became louder, like drumsticks beating non-stop.

The next moment thunder broke out loudly, the wind poured into the room, and the eyes were completely dark.

Chu Zhaoliu grasped the fan, raised his arm, suddenly a cold hand stretched out in the darkness, grabbed him firmly and firmly, the familiar fragrant and cold fragrance was close to him, and the voice above his head was quiet: "Don't move."

Chu Zhaoliu stopped moving.

The clear sword light flashed in front of my eyes, and the sound of the sword clashing was particularly crisp.

In an instant, Xie Ming fought with the attacking thing, but the thing was extremely cunning and fled immediately.

Xie Ming said: "Run away."

But he put away the sword without hesitation, didn't chase after him, but pinched a fire tactic to illuminate the room, turned his head to look, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that the purpose of the bewitching monster is not to attack us."

Chu Zhaoliu sensed something was wrong, turned his head to look, his face changed suddenly: "Where is Tan Yuan?!"

Xie Ming added the last sentence unhurriedly: "...but separated us."

At the moment when the eyes suddenly darkened, something struck from the darkness.

Tan Yuan was as motionless as a mountain, with a wave of her staff, she made a move against that thing, and there was no sound.

When the room was turned on again, Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming who were in the room disappeared at some point.

Tan Yuan frowned, struck the ground with her staff, and the golden light was full, but it couldn't see through the phantom.

If it was head-to-head, Hu Yao would definitely lose to any of the three of them, but it would be different if he unfolded the illusion.

It's so hard to guard against, no one really wants to bump into her.

He would definitely not be able to wait for Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming to return to the same place.

Tan Yuan didn't hesitate too much, got up and went downstairs.

As soon as they walked downstairs, they heard a bang, and the two fell to their feet screaming in pain.

Tan Yuan lowered her eyes and saw that it was the guy who brought them to the inn.

And there were a few strong and strong men standing in front of them, and they spat: "If you don't pay me money, don't want to hang around on this street anymore, and if you drag on, I will sell your eighty-year-old mother to a brothel!"

The shopkeeper was trembling with anger: "You, you bully, you have bullied people too much, I will sue the government!"

The leader stepped forward, stepped on his face, crushed him vigorously, and said with a sneer, "Then go and sue, and see who will go to prison!"

The guy next to him was trembling, suddenly thought of something, looked at Tan Yuan as if asking for help, and grabbed his trousers: "Master, Master, please, save us!"

There was a trace of unbearable in Tan Yuan's eyes, and her lips moved.

But Chu Zhaoliu's voice blew past his ears again——

In the illusion, everything is fictitious, so ignore it.

Don't listen and don't look.

He sighed silently, Gu Jing walked past the two without a wave, and walked out of the inn.

There were endless cries of pain behind him, it seemed that the shopkeeper's words angered the big man, and he was punched and kicked again.

all fake.

Tan Yuan warned herself in her heart.

When entering the city, Chu Zhaoliu corrupted two strings of rosary beads at Tan Yuan's place, and fortunately, Tan Yuan was able to follow a faint breath to find the past.

He walked into the long street and saw a supervisor kick over the vegetable basket of an eighty-year-old man, slap the old man, point at him and yell at him.

Turning around the street, a few playboys surrounded a frail young girl in a circle, teasing obscenely.

After walking forward for a while, the man smelled of alcohol was thinking about the money in his hand, and pushed away the crying woman next to him. The woman bumped her head against the corner of the table, bleeding profusely, and the three-year-old child next to her burst into tears. .

……

Pile after pile, all kinds of small evils are like salt grains, countless.

Tan Yuan closed her eyes, trembling her palms, silently recited: Amitabha.

All are false.

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