Chapter 355 The Eight Immortals Fantasy?

Chapter 355 The Eight Immortals Fantasy?

Wang Zijia was standing on a huge square at the foot of a mountain, with a mountain top not far ahead.

Disciples emerged one after another behind them, and the mysterious mist was inhaled into their bodies without even realizing it.

If it weren't for the redemption of the paper man, they would probably turn into sculptures quietly.

This is probably the most basic route to trickery.

Without any instructions from Wang Zijia, the surrounding disciples, organized by the three deputy headmasters, began to clean up the surrounding statues.

After everyone confirmed that those who smashed and smashed them had gained cultivation, the special clay sculptures of divine fetuses received special attention from everyone.

Wang Zijia did not participate in it. After observing for a moment, the smashing did not seem to trigger any mechanism, and then ignored it.

Strolling towards the top of the mountain at the front, Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan, who transformed into a tall bird and a human standing, followed closely behind.

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This is the first place in the entire Strange Territory. The hill you first enter is not too high. The road is flat and wide, and there are many pavilions set up along the way.

It seems to be specially prepared for pilgrims.

Judging from the layout, the top of the mountain at the front should have been a place dedicated to receiving ordinary pilgrims.

What surprised Wang Zijia slightly was that along the way, he could see many sculptures everywhere, but some Taoist temples he encountered along the way were empty and there were no statues enshrined in them.

While Wang Zijia was observing this situation, he headed towards the top of the mountain.

"Grandmaster, have these statues escaped from the temple?" Ling Yanlan, who stood tall as a human, looked at the empty Taoist temple and the sculptures all over the place and couldn't help but ask.

Wang Zijia shook his head slightly and said: "It's not like that. If I guess correctly, all the sculptures outside are the products of the treacherous changes that people in the Qinglian Realm have experienced after entering the treacherous realm for thousands of years. They are not The mysterious realm already exists.”

"Are they all weird among people?" Ling Yanlan asked in confusion: "Are they all clay sculptures of divine fetuses and real sculptures?"

Wang Zijia nodded, looked at the sculptures along the way, broke a few casually, and then said: "The Queen of Tricks among ordinary people should become the basic nutrients of this Trickland, until they are exhausted and become useless clay sculptures."

"But monks or people with good spiritual roots who are very talented will probably turn into this kind of strange clay statue. They smoke incense every day, and under the sacrifice of the strange realm, they will turn into a strange thing."

"According to Wanyu's records, any strange realm has a similar evolution mechanism. The manifestations may be different, but the core will not change."

"And the monk unknowingly became a treacherous person, and finally turned into a member of the treacherous realm. This is one of the most common situations in the treacherous realm."

"As for where the original statue of the god in the temple has gone... I also want to know!"

"Oh!" Lingyan Lan nodded in understanding.

Mo Yunzi suddenly realized, frowned and said: "Then according to the records in the sect, why do ordinary people enter this strange realm, and it is like entering a Taoist temple in the ruins of a dead place, and after walking around for a while, they find nothing?" Feel safe and go out?"

Wang Zijia glanced at the ubiquitous thin mist transformed from incense, and guessed: "Perhaps those who go out are ordinary people who have neither spiritual roots nor any faith!"

Mo Yunzi was stunned when he heard this, and said in astonishment: "Just like in the legend, the Taoist sect will look down on people who have no wisdom? Is this what this strange realm is about?"

"It's not necessarily because of dislike. It's more likely that this kind of people are tainted with curses and thus fall into the trap." Wang Zijia looked at the mist around him and replied calmly.

Mo Yunzi was thoughtful, and Ling Yanlan looked confused when she heard this. She was only over a hundred years old, and in the lifespan of the demon clan, she was still a girl.

Coupled with spending most of the time sleeping in a volcano, the knowledge reserve is naturally seriously insufficient.

The two of them stopped talking and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

Compared with the liveliness of the Hundred Demons Realm, this Divine Zone seems many times quieter, but it is a little too quiet. Except for the beating and smashing of the disciples at the foot of the mountain, there is no other sound, not even the chirping of cicadas or insects.

In a moment, the three of them had reached the top of the mountain, and a huge hall came into view.

Because it was a place that once received pilgrims, there is a huge memorial square in front of the main hall. In the square, there are several large cauldrons specially used for offering incense.

The main hall in the center of the square also looks very majestic, as if time has left no trace on it, and it doesn't look like a place that has been abandoned for who knows how many years.

Although the decoration layout is grand and classical, it is a little less fairy-like and a little more earthly.

I don’t know whether it’s because there is no sunlight in the strange realm and the light is dim, or because of something else. The hall seems a little dark, and it’s hard to see clearly from the outside.

Wang Zijia looked at it for a moment and then walked into the hall.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, Wang Zijia was in a trance.

"May the Miao Dao Tianzun bless my son's high school!"

"I beg Chunyang Heavenly Lord to bless me and give birth to a baby boy!"

"Medicine King Bodhisattva wishes my husband-in-law a speedy recovery. When the time comes, I will definitely repay my wish with three sacrifices!"

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When Wang Zijia came back from his trance, countless noisy voices rushed into his mind, and strong sunlight entered his eyes, Wang Zijia frowned slightly.

He was still standing at the door of the hall at this moment. It was almost noon, and the sun was already quite bright, just reaching the door.

There was an endless stream of people coming in and out, and there were various pilgrims in the square behind. The clothes are simple and quaint, just like ordinary people.

In the hall, there were also countless people burning incense and making various prayers.

The faint smell of incense and candles filled the entire hall, and he suddenly came to the past countless years ago.

"I wonder if this pilgrim is here to burn incense or to fulfill his vow?" At this time, a little Taoist boy came to Wang Zijia.

Mo Yunzi beside Wang Zijia did not know when he became an old housekeeper, and Ling Yanlan, who stood up, became a maid, following him on both sides.

It seemed that Wang Zijia and the other two were also pilgrims who came to burn incense.

"We wait..."

Faced with the inquiry of the little Taoist boy, Ling Yanlan wanted to answer, but was stopped by Wang Zijia.

This was obviously wrong, but the two of them were unaware of it, only Wang Zijia remained awake. Even the clothes did not change, and they still kept the original white cloud blue robe.

Both of them had the paper figures given by Wang Zijia in their sea of ​​consciousness, but they were still in such a situation at this moment. Then, it is obvious that this should be a scene similar to the illusion of the mind.

As Wang Zijia stopped her, Ling Yanlan stopped talking. No matter what her previous or current identity was, she would listen to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia didn't say anything, but frowned and stepped into the hall.

The little Taoist boy saw that he was being treated unfairly, and didn't get angry. He followed him honestly.

The hall was very large, with more than ten statues of gods in it. At this moment, there were people worshipping in front of each statue.

Among them, the eight statues that attracted Wang Zijia the most were six men and two women (?), which made Wang Zijia feel familiar.

A bald uncle holding an iron crutch;

An old Taoist riding a donkey backwards;

A half-lying bearded man holding a banana fan and exposing his breasts;

A young fairy holding a lotus leaf;

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Looking at the eight sculptures, Wang Zijia frowned slightly, and a flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Eight Immortals of Shangdong?"

As Wang Zijia spoke, as the sound spread, the word seemed to have some special power, and the whole illusion suddenly paused, and then dense cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

"Crack!"

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, all the illusions were directly shattered.

All the noise around subsided, and Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan beside him woke up together, with surprise on their faces.

When all the illusions disappeared, the three saw the real scene in the hall. Unlike the outside of the hall, the hall looked very dilapidated, like a ruin.

This time it was no longer empty inside. There were more than ten sculptures, except for one, and the rest were all broken into various stones.

A large amount of incense fell from the sky and penetrated into the sculpture statue on the edge. After being absorbed into the body of the statue, there were some wisps of mist in its body that overflowed to the surroundings.

The statue also had a broken hand, a crack on its forehead, and a lot of paint fell off the surface, looking a little broken, and its specific image could not be seen.

According to memory, if I remember correctly, that position was originally occupied by a man wearing a bright red official uniform, a black gauze hat, and holding a yin-yang board.

Cao Guojiu?

At this moment, as the illusion was broken, the three people were able to see the situation in the hall clearly, and the broken sculpture actually woke up in the sight of the three people.

As the sculpture stared at Wang Zijia and the other two, to be precise, it was mainly staring at Wang Zijia. The three of them froze together, and a strong pull came from their eyes.

Wang Zijia clearly felt that there was some force pulling him, as if to pull his soul out alive.

"Another evil ghost with magical powers?"

While thinking, Wang Zijia's eyes also glared, and the rich spiritual roots of the mind and spirit mixed with the pupil technique collided with the other party.

"Crack... Crash!"

The statue, which was already on the edge of breaking, was completely shattered by a collision and turned into rubble on the ground.

The three people's stiff bodies also regained control, and Mo Yunzi and Ling Yanlan both breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Wang Zijia frowned and came to the rubble of the sculpture. His spiritual eyes flickered and he dug out a gray stone bead the size of a quail egg from the rubble.

There were still wisps of strange mist emanating from it, and Wang Zijia sensed it for a moment.

The reason why the strange mist was emanating at this moment was entirely because there was a little bit of incense residue inside.

What looked like an ordinary stone bead actually had the ability to gather incense and transform it into strange mist.

The stone bead was supposed to be a Shinto magic weapon, but now it seemed to have been completely eroded by the strange energy, and its original appearance could not be seen. Only the most basic function of gathering incense was left, and the ability to emanate curses after the transformation of the strange domain.

Is it a strange weapon? A ghost object?

God knows what it is.

In view of its strange function, Wang Zijia turned his hand and put it away.