"Click!"

In the sound of the broken jade talisman, a dark light swelled from the small round palm, covering the items in the room with a layer of black curtains.

The scenery in the room began to twist, tables, chairs, benches, wine and delicacies all disappeared, rustic stone bricks replaced the carpet, paintings of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas replaced the ceiling, and bright candlelight burned quietly.

They came to a spacious, bright, ancient Buddhist temple.

Everyone almost subconsciously looked at the Buddha statue that reached the caisson, holding a flower and lowering their eyebrows, wearing gold clothes. At first glance, they looked kind-hearted, but in fact, there was a hidden ferociousness in the Buddha's eyes.

Everyone whispered silently without any change, and then they turned their eyes to the back of the blue-colored robe sitting cross-legged under the Buddha statue.

It seems that everyone is as afraid that Master Wuhen will lose control like me. When you enter the hall, you must first look at the Buddha statue. Zhang Yuanqing found that there were many more cushions in the hall, which just matched the number of people present.

And in front of the left, a full-length mirror with a border wrapped in bronze carved flowers stands.

The mirror is blurred.

"Amitabha!" Master Wuhen's low voice echoed:

"Please stand in front of the mirror, understand your mind and see yourself."

“Yes, Master!”

Xiaoyuan folded her hands together, bowed and bowed, and was the first to walk towards the full-body mirror.

When she stood in front of the mirror, the blurry mirror was suddenly clear, and the small circle looked like it was reflected in the mirror.

Her eyebrows and eyes are delicate, her bright eyes are hidden in her tenderness, and a smile is curled up at the corner of her mouth, as if she is full of expectations for the future.

Everyone looked at each other, with envy, jealous and surprised in their eyes, and of course they also felt sincerely relieved.

"Good!"

Master Wuhen whispered with relief.

Xiaoyuan calmly retreated, glanced at Zhang Yuanqing without any trace, and then bowed to everyone.

Everyone returned the gift.

Self-awareness is the "farewell My Concubine" of a woman. She twisted her thick waist and hugged Xiaoyuan with excitement:

"Last year, I saw you in the mirror, and I was still cold and inhumane. This year I suddenly became cute. Sisters, congratulations, what has sucked the resentment in your heart?"

Congratulations, don’t hug my Xiaoyuan, even if you think you are a woman, Zhang Yuanqing protested silently in his heart.

To be honest, he didn't really want to deal with this "sister" more, because he always glared at him. Maybe this "sister" hugged Xiaoyuan and thought to himself that he might even be.

"The sour smell of love." Kou Beiyue muttered.

"What did you say?" Chief Instructor Lin Chong patted his shoulder.

Kou Beiyue collapsed and shook her head repeatedly: "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."

While the two were talking, the junior high school girl with Ling Realm ID was Zhao Xintong, and walked to the full-body mirror.

She is a beautiful and cute little girl, white and tender, with a shallow dimples. She doesn't like to laugh, but she looks obedient. However, the mirror reflects a little girl with a gloomy expression and a strange sneer on the corner of her mouth.

The smooth mirror surface is stained with a light gray-black layer, which seems to be contaminated.

"Why is Xiaotong even more fierce than last year?" Uncle Yang, with gray hair, frowned: "There are teachers and classmates in the school. Could it be that it will intensify your anger?"

The junior high school girl silently left the mirror and her voice was cold: "Are the teachers all good people, and are the classmates all good people?"

"Why are you not a good person as a role model? Your classmates are still children like you, so you are not allowed to speak like this." Uncle Yang said unhappy.

"Uncle Yang, you have been a teacher for your whole life. Don't you know that children are demons?" Zhao Xintong said, and sat down silently in the cushion.

Next is Uncle Yang. Uncle Yang's image in the mirror is an old man who sheds tears, with loneliness in his eyes and blood in his hands.

A layer of blood was stained with the mirror.

The image in the mirror of the head coach Lin Chong is a ferocious face and fierce eyes, fighting and cruel, like a lonely wolf in the forest, staring at everyone fiercely.

Next is "Farewell My Concubine", which reflects a charming and beautiful girl with her facial features somewhat similar to Farewell My Concubine, but more feminine.

This enchanting and sexy woman looked around and shining, but not charm, but cruelty and hatred.

The mirror is also stained with a faint blood color.

One or two of you has a big problem. From this point of view, Zhao Xintong is the least seldom in nature. Zhang Yuanqing commented in his heart.

Sixteen members came to the mirror one by one. Kou Beiyue had untied her heart and had no worries. The image in the mirror was a little wolf dog with a irritable expression and a rebellious period, but that was all.

However, there were three people in the mirror that surprised Zhang Yuanqing.

One is a middle-aged man wearing black-framed glasses and an honest appearance. He looks like a gentle math teacher or a mediocre office worker, but the mirror reflects the image of a villain who looks crazy and laughs wildly.

The mirror was stained with a layer of blood, indicating that this person is extremely murderous.

One is Aunt Fang with a gloomy temperament. She is a look-up in the mirror. She is an old aunt with a expressionless face and a gloomy bone. Her wrinkled and thin face reminds Zhang Yuanqing of the ghost woman who was a professional ghost movie business in her early years.

The mirror condenses a deep layer of darkness, which is a manifestation of deep anger.

The last one is "a good minister who chooses the master and kills him". Unexpectedly, this extremely talented Palm Dream envoy has an image in the mirror that is submissive, timid, timid and timid fat man.

The cautious look was like a timid mouse.

The cowardly and timid hobby is to find the boss Zhang Yuanqing to look for the fat man to leave the full-body mirror with a depressed round face and thoughtful.

After looking in the mirror, the members commented on each other's "self" and yelled to the members whose mentality improved, and whispered to the members whose "sickness" worsened.

It has become a patient exchange meeting.

"Why are you like this?" Kou Beiyue expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice.

The little fat man looked embarrassed and forced himself to smile and changed the topic: "Master is going to preach. Boss, let's take a seat."

Kou Beiyue nodded and was about to turn around, but suddenly remembered that Yuanshi Tianzun had not looked in the mirror yet, "Yuanshi Tianzun, you are the only one left."

When everyone heard this, they looked at Zhang Yuanqing one after another.

Yuanshi Tianzun is not a team member in the strict sense, so of course there is no reason for him to lead by example. Only when the main owner is finished will it be his turn to experience it.

"A person who can make the Demon Eye King favored must be a shining angel."

"It may also be the little demon fairy of Balala."

"Maybe there is a crescent moon sign on your forehead."

Lin Chong and the sweetheart Red Devils made a few jokes.

I haven't had any extreme thoughts for a long time. Since I had the ghost mirror, I have been calm every day and yearned for life and life with a beautiful yearning. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and strode towards the full-body mirror wrapped in bronze carved flowers on the border.

Everyone turned their eyes to the mirror.

I saw a broken person reflected in the mirror.

A person divided into two halves, stiff and dull on the left, and evil on the right sneered.

This evil personality is fierce, ruthless, unruly, and dangerous...

And among the completely different "two people", there are exaggerated cracks, like cracked glass.

The mirror was stained with a rich, deep darkness, even darker than Aunt Fang just now.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the genius who was vigorously promoted by the official, and at this moral model who was regarded as a fellow man by the demon eyes.

It's actually a... more evil than them?

Such a perverted person is actually a profession. What exactly did Yuanshi Tianzun encounter?

But such a person with great suffering and deep hatred disguises himself with a smile and sunshine and warms others...

Aunt Fang had an accident in her eyes. Sister Red Devil and Sister Ji looked shocked and pity. Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes, Zhao Xintong showed a fearful expression. The middle-aged man pushed his glasses and curled the corners of his mouth.

Kou Beiyue and the little fat man were stunned, and the latter whispered: "Who is the evil profession?"

Is this me? Is this me? Zhang Yuanqing stood in front of the mirror in a daze.

So that's what I look like?

Rebellious and extreme, full of holes, schizophrenia, is this me?

A person with more hostility than an evil profession?

"Amitabha, please take your seat." Master Wuhen's voice broke the silence.

Everyone broke free from their strange emotions and walked towards the futon silently.

Zhang Yuanqing in front of the mirror took a deep breath and walked towards the cushion at the end.

"This is not your place!" everyone said in unison.

Lin Chong led Zhang Yuanqing to the closest cushion to Master Wuhen with a sad face, "This is your location."

Others cast pity on Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun is already a family member.

No wonder he agrees with Master Wuhen so much, no wonder Master Wuhen allows the orderly profession to become an external member of the team. It turns out that Yuanshi Tianzun, like them, is a poor person who is trekking on the road of redemption.

Zhang Yuanqing: "."

Everyone's thoughts were ups and downs, only Master Wuhen had no opinion. He was like a Buddha statue, sitting quietly, watching the joys and sorrows in the world.
To be continued...