When the master arrived, Lin Mo naturally had no possibility of stepping forward to intervene.

This was also the first time Lin Mo saw this "master" take action.

With a finger, streams of pale green light emerged from the master's sleeves, like a spiritual snake coiling around a stake, restraining the Yin woman who was struggling and shouting crazily. It could be said that she was easily subdued, and then she floated away. And go.

This is what is seen with normal vision.

Many disciples looked at him with admiration and envy.

But if you look at it with your true eyes, you will see that the originally beautiful green light is actually the weird tentacles of the flesh and blood mold lake, which is extremely disgusting and makes people feel frightened.

Master, is a very scary monster.

Even scarier than Father Phil.

When I saw Yin Po again the next day, she had returned to "normal" and had obviously been brainwashed into a certain disciple.

She looks like a dignified female disciple, with a dharma seal dotted with red cinnabar on her forehead. She looks sacred, solemn, and beautiful. Her long clothes are fluttering, like a fairy.

But looking at it with the eyes of truth, what was on her forehead was not a dharma seal at all, but a twisted and deformed strange insect. Half of the insect's body had penetrated into Yin Po's forehead, and the scalp of anyone watching that scene was numb.

Lin Mo is temporarily unable to do anything.

There's nothing I can do to help.

The last time "Master" took action, Lin Mo was able to clearly see the opponent's true form. He was a ferocious and twisted monster, but under the influence of the fifth-level mental power, it was like a Taoist fairy, with a floating aura.

Sometimes Lin Mo couldn't help but think that the ancient people in the past worshiped immortals, and there were images of immortals and gods from all walks of life in some murals and classics.

It was the elegance of one competing against the other, the solemnity of one winning the other.

But in reality, they may be people's imagination. To say the least, even if they really appear, they may be in dreams, or even like what I see now, which seems inconsistent with the actual situation and is a serious matter. Not right.

Perhaps, what people in ancient times saw were also this kind of weird and disgusting monsters.

After constant exploration, Lin Mo gained something.

He found the dried head.

If Lin Mo hadn't gone to the "Hundred Immortals Palace" to worship and practice, he really wouldn't have been able to find it.

Before this, Lin Mo would never have imagined that he would find the head in this way.

The Hundred Immortals Hall is dedicated to the Taoist Hundred Immortals (these Hundred Immortals are fictitious and have no real-life counterpart). Each immortal has a painted clay body and is placed on the altar in the temple for people to worship and contemplate.

It is usually used when "cultivating God".

So Lin Mo had never been here in the past. This time he remembered that there was such a place and came to take a look. As a result, he was stunned as soon as he entered the door.

The solemn and solemn Hall of Hundred Immortals is spacious and bright, and has been cleaned spotlessly. There are several Tiangong disciples here, either worshiping gods and muttering words; or visualizing, sitting cross-legged and motionless like a mountain.

The picture is harmonious, mysterious and has a sense of beauty.

But in front of the real world, it is a huge cave, eerie and weird, with corpses of horrible shapes, some of which are one corpse, and some of which are composed of multiple corpses.

For example, a six-armed deity looks really majestic and solemn in ordinary vision. Just looking at the ethereal appearance makes people have the urge to worship.

But in fact, this is a monster pieced together from multiple mummies.

The six arms on the back were cut off from different corpses and spliced ​​together. Even if ordinary people were not frightened to death on the spot, they would have nightmares for a month.

As for those disciples, they were all different dream monsters. After being brainwashed, they each studied and practiced here.

It's like a funny and weird stage play. Although the scene is dirty and messy, everyone is trying their best to play their respective roles.

"No, they think it's all real and I'm the only one acting."

Lin Mo reacted.

This is the hardest part.

Because flaws may be revealed if you are not careful, so Lin Mo also tries to use his true eyes as little as possible to observe.

Check to avoid accidentally making a scene.

Then Lin Mo saw the familiar stir-fried head.

This head is currently on a Taoist statue.

Although all the corpse statues looked similar, Lin Mo still remembered the stir-fried human head. There was a scar on the other person's face.

Go through the eyebrows, eyes, and down to the chin.

The characteristics were too obvious, so after seeing the stir-fried human head, Lin Mo recognized it at a glance.

The human head was sewn on the neck of the statue with red thread, thus forming a whole.

Lin Mo walked under the statue and stopped to watch.

At this moment, the eyelids of the man with the stir-fried head twitched, he opened his eyes and looked at Lin Mo.

It seems to have something to say, but it cannot be said.

It may be because he has lost the ability to speak, or it may be because of the nails on his head.

At this time, a disciple came over to talk to Lin Mo and asked him why he came to the Hundred Immortals Palace.

Lin Mo naturally answered fluently, saying that he had reached the state of mind cultivation, and the next step was to cultivate the gods. Naturally, he wanted to come and take a look, select a Taoist immortal to worship and worship, and finally visualize and cultivate the gods.

After saying that, Lin Mo turned around and left.

That night, Lin Mo did not act rashly. He stayed in his hut and sat cross-legged to practice. In fact, he was thinking about countermeasures. He waited until late at night two days later before secretly finding an opportunity to sneak into the Hall of Hundred Immortals.

At this moment, there is no one in the main hall, except for the hundred statues of Taoist immortals. With real eyes, this place is like a Shura ghost palace, and hell is nothing more than that.

Lin Mo made sure there was no one here, so he walked under the statue, took a closer look, and then knocked the man's head behind him.

The man's head seemed to sense something at this moment, his eyelids twitched and he opened them again.

"You have something to say?"

Lin Mo asked in a low voice, after careful consideration, he stretched out his hand to grab the nail on the other person's head, used two fingers to pull out two inches.

This process was so painful that the man's head and facial features were distorted.

Lin Mo didn't pull it all out either.

Only about half of it was pulled out. At this time, the eyes of the head were already open, the mouth opened and closed, and a low and hoarse sound came out.

"Lie... lie... liar, liar..."

There was a bit of stuttering at first, but it quickly became coherent.

"It's fake. Everything here is fake. You have all been deceived. Look into my eyes and stare, and you will see the real world."

At this moment, the two eyes of the human head glowed with a faint light.

Lin Mo has a lot of eyes, how could he trust the other party so easily.

"Who are you?"

Lin Mo asked.

The human head was staring at Lin Mo at this time. Suddenly, it noticed something and actually grinned. However, because there were iron nails stuck in its head, its facial features kept twitching.

"You are different from them, haha, you are different, you can see the truth, great, take me away quickly, take me away quickly!"

The heads are always there.

That voice was like a demonic sound, lingering in my brain and unable to go away.

This is a method of deception.

Unfortunately, Lin Mo was an expert in seduction. He remained unmoved and just asked again: "Who are you?"

This time, Rentou was surprised.

Perhaps he didn't expect Lin Mo to ignore its bewitching influence.

"You are indeed different. Take me away and I will tell you when you leave here."

Lin Mo didn't waste time on this man, he reached out and pressed on the nail.

"I ask you again, who are you? If you don't tell me, you won't have a chance."

This time the head looked angry.

But soon he seemed to realize the reality and sighed.

"My name is Cheng Yingru. I am originally a merchant from Shicheng City. I only regretted that I mistakenly believed the words of a female cadre and ended up like this... You must have been deceived by that Chunfeng. This man is deceitful and treacherous. You must not believe his nonsense."

Badao, take me away and I will help you escape."

Forest

Listening to this sentence silently, my heart moved.

He had known that this matter might be related to Mr. Chunfeng, who was determined to become an immortal. Now that he heard this man's words, he confirmed his previous guess.

So Lin Mo asked this "Cheng Yingru" to explain the experience in detail.

The other party had no choice but to simply explain it.

Cheng Yingru was an ordinary merchant who lived two hundred years ago. He ran a silk and satin shop and lived a prosperous life. At least he had enough to eat and drink, and he had land and a house.
To be continued...