"Hehehe..."

"So many tricks! It seems that we will have many more partners!"

"Master Zhuang Ke, you sent it!"

...

There were many weird things on the table, and the spiritual aura was emitting and conflicting with each other. The atmosphere inside Wuyouju became more and more mysterious and chaotic, which even alarmed the shadow puppets on the beams of the house.

Zhuang Ke had long been used to it, and nodded slightly at the table with a weird thing.

To make shadow puppets, spiritual materials must be used before they can be given strange power and possess various characteristics.

A good cook cannot cook without rice.

No matter how wonderful Zhuang Ke has, he cannot have the great power of creating heaven and earth, such as creating things out of thin air.

And now all this is not a problem.

Lokin is so weird and scattered among the people. He has been coveting a lot, but his status was not right before, and he was inevitably stubborn.

Now that I put on the official skin of the Royal Cat Department, I can let go of my hands and feet.

Since refining the secret recipe of Shadow Poker embarked on the journey of cultivation, Zhuang Ke knew that he could never hide his strength and rest as he had before.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

The terror and cruelty in the world of cultivation is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. It is not only a change of power, but also an indescribable strife in Taoism.

Zhuang Ke was a side-minded person, and exposed to the public's view, he would inevitably suffer all kinds of criticism, and he would inevitably suffer from difficulties afterwards.

Fortunately, a play of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" allowed him to collect all the tricks left by the people.

The most wonderful thing is that when he was in these treacherous cases, he did not accept a penny of copper coins from the parties involved, and even paid a so-called "worry-free talisman", thus confirming the transaction with the price of weird things.

In this way, even if the Yumaosi found out later, he had some taboos about collecting so many tricks, but he was beyond reproach.

Unfortunately, it is difficult to have such ready-made leeks again in the future!

However, Zhuang Ke thought about it and laughed.

If he had to use Taobao after digesting so many tricks, wouldn’t he seem too incompetent?

At that time, at least it will have to be a secret recipe to satisfy him!

Zhuang Ke thought for a moment, and the silver threads in his hand fell down immediately, hanging the tricks in the air.

The memories flashed through his eyes, and many information about these weird things appeared in his mind.

Among them, three of the most peculiar things are: a picture, a book, and a mirror.

First, I spread out the scroll, and there was a blank space on it and nothing was left.

But when Zhuang Ke's eyes stared at it for a long time, the surface of the scroll suddenly moved, and vortex marks appeared like ink and wash. Finally, they showed off strange and bizarre shadow puppets, silently singing, vivid and wonderful, and even an invisible and ethereal aura scattered out, making people feel drowsy and obsessed with it.

Six words appeared on the side, "Looking at this picture, you will get a shadow puppet!"

Zhuang Ke immediately smiled.

If you want shadow puppets, I can make them myself. Why do you need to give them to others, let alone you, a dead thing?

Yes, this picture is called the Delusion Picture!

It can show the greatest delusion in the heart, and thus indulge in it, unconsciously suck the human body's vitality, nourish the evil thoughts hidden in the picture, and help it transform step by step.

Look, Tan Yi is dedicated to seeking immortality, and what he sees in the delusional picture is the immortal martial arts.

The delusional picture is transformed into a map of immortality, and the six characters also change accordingly, "Watch this picture and you will get immortality."

But there is no such good thing in the world.

If you observe this picture, you can live forever. Why should monks work hard and be in trouble?

In this picture, immortality is naturally false immortality. According to this picture, Tan Yi was immersed in a false state, his energy and spirit were almost completely exhausted, and he became a miserable appearance of no one or no ghosts.

Zhuang Ke has a premonition.

If you absorb enough anger from the human body, the evil thoughts in this delusional picture may one day really come back to life.

Unfortunately, now that it fell into his hands, this thing has no chance to turn over.

Zhuang Ke put the picture of delusion aside and took out another thin booklet.

The girl on the cover had a lively look and poses in all kinds of seductive poses, but he turned a blind eye. When he opened it, he found that the content was indeed extremely erotic, which made the man feel itchy, and there were even pictures of the girl, which was vivid.

This book is Xiao Huang's book.

All evil lust is the leader!

Both men and women have desires. Once they read this book, they will present the lustful scenes in their hearts, without exception, thus losing their essence and blood, nourishing the female ghost on the cover.

However, the erotic scenes of people in this world have completely failed in front of Zhuang Ke.

After all, he was also a person who read countless movies in his previous life.

In his opinion, these temptations were too pediatric...

Although the delusional picture and the little yellow book are weird, this third one is really weird, ridiculously and even terrifying.

The mirror is a living objective!

This is just Zhuang Ke's temporary title, but he can't even figure out the background of this strange mirror for a while.

After exploring for a long time, he held up the mirror with one hand and the moonlight shone on it.

On the smooth mirror, my eyes were rubbing against each other and I looked around.

Kakka...

Wherever the mirror went, the tables, chairs and cabinets in the house seemed to be alive, with four legs spreading and moving continuously.

This scene seems powerless, and is ridiculously weird.

But Zhuang Ke murmured to himself, "I have picked up the treasure!"

The characteristics of a weird thing should not be just about the power, but also about its essence.

It is only because these dead objects are not manipulated, but are softened by the whole body and form flesh-like activated substances, so they have the ability to move.

This is a kind of ability to turn dead objects into living objects, with extremely high traits and is by no means comparable to those tricks that can only confuse people's hearts.

As for other strange things on the table, bamboo baskets that eat food automatically, music boxes that sing under the moon, ghost candles that can never be burned... all kinds of weirdness, all kinds of things are all there.

If you want to make a shadow puppet, you must first contain the traits.

Zhuang Ke immediately started to move.

"Let's start!"

With a sound, the painted ancient scroll appeared silently, and a bottomless vortex appeared in the roll. First, the visualization picture was swallowed into it.

The scroll opens on its own, and the invisible ghost hand writes on the delicate human skin, leaving lines of hidden words, which appear with the pattern.

Then, a young monk with solemn appearance was seen sitting upright on the Buddha altar, with golden body light, big ears hanging down his shoulders, and a natural Buddha statue, but there was a drop of blood and tears slowly dripping from the corners of his eyes.

A piece of wonder in the world that no one knows begins here.

"A man with ghost skin becomes a Buddha!"

...

"Zhizhen, you are born with wisdom. From today on, you will be the Buddhist son of my Yixin Temple and the living Buddha in the future.

From then on, you must abandon the seven emotions and six desires and not have any delusions!

”

On the Buddhist temple, the old monk scolded him and spoke righteously.

"Listen to the master's order!" The young monk with big ears and shoulders fell to the ground with one another, and kowtowed with all his head.

But no one noticed it, two lines of tears at the corner of his eyes had already flowed silently.

...

As the picture turned, the Buddhist son Zhizhen was wearing a cassock and walked in Yixin Temple.

Wherever they went, the monks bowed respectfully, and some good men and women knelt on the ground to worship.

The Buddhist son nodded slightly with a face born in Buddha's form, showing his compassion.

Until he left the temple gate, he glanced around with a panic expression. When he found that no one was following, he hurriedly walked. He headed straight to the back mountain, and there was no slight calmness of a Buddhist son.

“I stood on the hill that day

Looking into the ditch in the distance

Alas, it seems to be my brother Buddha

Brother Fo

…”

As soon as I crossed the small peak of the mountain, I heard the cheerful singing like silver bells from afar.
To be continued...