People in the middle thought of many ways, using talismans, magic weapons, passing torches in, stirring knives in, and even pushing people in. The same thing, nothing changed, and there was not a single ripple.
When the fog shrinks a little, people move back a little.
Soon, dozens of remaining believers were crowded into a palm-sized space in front of the wooden building.
"Young Master, this is not the way to go." One person pointed to the dilapidated wooden building in front, "The building just now did not change in the fog. It is better to go in and take shelter."
"No." The old man objected immediately. "It's clear that Yan Xinglie deliberately lured us here tonight. There must be a scam in the building!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the dense fog closing suddenly accelerated.
People on the edge were caught off guard and were swallowed in.
The frightened people couldn't hold it any longer, so they raised their feet and rushed into the building. Someone took the lead, and the crowd immediately surged. Even if there were still people who had doubts, they were dragged into the building by the crowd.
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Cheng Liang entered the building, and for a moment, he felt as if he had buried his head in water.
Then, the sudden light made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He could only squint to see some colorful images, and there were faint sounds of playing and singing, tunes, and shouts in his ears... At first, it was vague and seemed to be far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was full.
When I opened my ears, I felt like I was inside.
Gradually he opened his eyes, and he was surprised to find that the surroundings were the expected gloomy dilapidated old houses. What he saw was: a bright and clean lobby, neatly arranged tables, chairs and benches, a smiling store owner behind the counter, and shuttles between seats.
The waiters in the hall, the scholars talking loudly, the martial arts men drinking and boxing, the actors playing and singing some lowly people, and even the yellow dogs wagging their tails and begging for food under the table...
This is clearly an inn in a busy city, and it can be said that business is booming.
Blindfold?
Cheng Liang touched the Eight Immortals table next to him, feeling the rough texture of the tabletop, and took a deep breath. His nose was filled with the smell of food and wine.
What he saw with his eyes, heard with his ears, smelled with his nose, and touched with his hands, the texture of life almost came to his face. This suspicion was quickly overturned by himself.
But in this blink of an eye, the ruins turned into a busy city, and the dilapidated buildings turned into an inn. If it wasn't a deception, what could it be?
He couldn't help but look back.
The sky outside is just right, and the streets are full of people.
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Cheng Liang had already agreed with the old man's statement from the bottom of his heart.
This is a trap.
But where is Yan Xinglie who set the trap?
He looked up and unexpectedly saw that Yan Xinglie and his entourage did not hide. Instead, they were sitting blatantly in the opposite corner by the window. The white sheep transformed by the saint was roughly stuffed under the table. There was a huge table on the table.
On the table were food and wine, and the three of them were drinking wine and looking at the excitement here.
The more confident he is, the less Cheng Liang dares to act rashly.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Suddenly, a voice came in from the side. He silently held the talisman in his arms tightly, and then looked around, but the shopkeeper didn't know when he walked out of the counter and came to his side, bending his waist.
He tried his best to raise his face and smiled like a ball of white dough, looking flattering and funny.
Cheng Liang didn't dare to be careless at all, his mind was racing and he was thinking of ways to deal with it, when he felt a tightness on his shoulders and staggered. He was unexpectedly squeezed out of the way by someone, and a fat monk and a man got stuck in front of him.
A skinny Taoist.
Thief bald slave!
He was about to get angry, but his expression changed, and he sneered and retreated into the crowd.
This place is very evil!
Now that we have these two reckless men, we can use them to explore the road.
He calmly looked at the team of "his own people". The hundreds of White Lotus cultists had been tossed by the mist, and only about twenty people were left. Except for a few crooked melons and jujubes under his command, they were able to make quick work of the wind.
, most of the remaining ones are left-handed masters brought by Bai Lian Zuo Shi. They are all staring at the monk who came forward, either sneering or silently, all with the same calculation as Cheng Liang.
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One monk is fat and the other is skinny. They seem to be very different in appearance, but they are actually two brothers. They are both monks and practitioners.
The way of monks and monsters.
The two brothers have always been rampant in Hebei and are well-known tyrannical figures. This time they were dragged to the plum rainy land in the south of the Yangtze River by Bai Lian Zuo Shi. They were tossed back and forth all night. Now they finally met their real master and they were in awe.
Finally, his anger could not be suppressed.
The thin Taoist had a more gloomy temperament, holding his whiskers and sneering. The fat monk had a violent temper and was the first to get into trouble.
"Bearded thief! You can make Buddha suffer a night of cold rain!"
While shouting curses, he was about to come forward and fight.
Just at this moment, the shopkeeper moved and stood in front of the monk.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
Cheng Liang perked up.
coming!
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Unexpectedly, the seemingly reckless fat monk did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked at the people behind him with contempt. It turned out that the monk was not unaware of his accomplices' evil thoughts, but he just felt that he had strong magic power and was emboldened.
He opened his mouth, looked up and down at the store many times, shook the flesh on his face, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped the store owner on the head.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound.
The shopkeeper's neck was suddenly broken, and his head hung dangling behind his shoulders.
He staggered back two steps, but did not fall over the body. Instead, he stood firm and raised his hand to support his head.
"Kakakakakaka..."
In the sound of bone rubbing against bone.
The shopkeeper slowly straightened the head bit by bit, and finally tightened it like a screw, and put on that funny and flattering posture and smile again.
"Guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or stay in the hotel?"
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Sure enough, he is not a human being!
Of course, no one is surprised.
"How dare you act so ungratefully in front of the Buddha!"
The fat monk had already been mentally prepared. He just sneered and took off a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, rounded them up and hit them with a split blow.
Each of the dense white beads is about the size of a small child's fist, and the rotation is mixed with strong wind. If you listen carefully, you can hear a high-pitched cry from the sound of breaking through the air.
This is not an ordinary wooden bead, but a white bone relic refined with a secret method. It can kill people and destroy their bones, and it can kill ghosts and scatter their souls. It is the murderous weapon in the hands of this evil monk.
"Snapped."
There was a muffled sound and the prayer beads hit the store owner firmly on the forehead.
However.
"well."
The store owner squeaked softly, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
The prayer beads bounced high and then scattered all over the floor.
The monk's eyes widened, the skinny Taoist tore off his beard, and the White Lotus sect members fell silent. Only the noise around them remained the same.
"Hey, guests, please don't throw things away."
The shopkeeper complained and bent down to pick up the scattered beads.
"Please take care of me, little one, and keep cleaning."
After saying that, after picking up the beads, he had to hand them back to the monk.
The monk didn't accept it, and it didn't matter if he didn't. He only made his fat face turn red.
"puff."
A sneer, extremely harsh.
The monk looked angrily, but the laughing scholar shook his glass at him and turned to talk to Li Changan. He just opened his mouth and opened his mouth, obviously for the benefit of others.
"Taoist Priest, do you know where this place is?"
"But I don't know."
"This place seems both real and illusory, half in the underworld and half in the human world. Therefore, when ordinary mortal spells arrive here, they are rootless and have no effect at all... It sounds strange and mysterious, but in fact it happens all the time in the world."
Li Changan shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't be aggressive."
"Ghost market."
This answer obviously did not convince everyone in the White Lotus Sect, and the great monk even yelled and cursed.
"fart."
No wonder they sneered at it. The so-called "ghost market" is a ghost town formed by a group of ghosts who stick to their habits in life and linger in a certain place. It is very common in these troubled times, and everyone in the market is also an old man.
In the world of rivers and lakes, we often deal with monsters and ghosts. How can a mere ghost city be so dangerous?!
The great monk only thought that the scholar was talking nonsense and laughed at him.
The anger that had been suppressed by the defeat just now was ignited again in the blink of an eye.
He stepped forward suddenly, and his figure suddenly skyrocketed. Pieces of his clothes were torn apart, revealing his bronze-colored skin. He had already used the Vajra Dharma.
If magic doesn't work, then use brute force!
His eyes were completely broken.
"Buddha, destroy you first!"
After saying that, he used his fingers to make claws, and in the blink of an eye he had already clasped it on the shopkeeper's forehead. The veins on his hands popped out, as if they were made of steel. With just a gentle squeeze, he held them like a rotten watermelon, with juice flying everywhere.
However.
"It turns out that the monk is not a guest."
The shopkeeper sighed quietly and saw that with just a flick of his hand, the "Fat King Kong" started spinning with the top. Then he reached out and grabbed the monk by the back of his neck, and finally threw it out the door with a gentle toss.
outside.
The transformation happened so fast that the thin Taoist priest had no time to save the monk. He only hurriedly typed a "talisman" and heard another soft sigh in his ears.
"It turns out that he is a Taoist priest and not a guest."
The world was spinning for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he was already on the long street outside the building, and every part of his body hurt. He struggled to get up, but found that he couldn't move his hands and feet. He looked around in panic, and saw that people on the street were surrounding him.
He came up and held his hands and feet firmly.
"Paji."
A few drops of smelly liquid fell on his nose.
He looked up.
A skinny and pale old man was holding his bun, staring at him with a pair of white and black eyes, and a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.
His mind went blank, and he turned his face away in a daze and helplessness. Only through the cracks in the crowd could he catch a glimpse of the shopkeeper waving his hand lightly.
Suddenly.
Pedestrian... No! The group of ghosts are like wild dogs snatching food. You want an arm, I want a heart and soul. In a blink of an eye, they both eat up everything. Then they disperse in a crowd and hide in a dark corner. Some noises are heard.
The sound of nibbling sounds.
The long street outside the gate was quickly filled with new pedestrians.
The sky was just right, there were so many people walking around, and everything was still the same.
There was only a large pool of blood in front of the door, slowly seeping into the cracks in the stone slabs.
The shopkeeper turned his head again, showing a funny and flattering smile.