When he opened his eyes again, Lin Mo had already entered a nightmare world.
Different from the light and clarity in the real world, in the nightmare world it is like adding several filters, making everything blurry or even distorted.
There seemed to be a lot of black particles floating in the air, giving people an uncomfortable suffocating feeling.
Lin Mo looked up at the painting.
The eminent monk in the painting is still sitting cross-legged, but his head raised high is now lowered, and his hands are naturally hanging down. Blood is dripping from his body, and the blood has penetrated the painting paper and dripped out from the frame.
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The originally dignified and solemn temple also looked eerie and terrifying at this moment. The Buddha statue behind the monk now looked more like the life-threatening King of Hell in the Hall of Hell, with a green face and fangs, ferocious and terrifying.
A stream of blood spreads outward from the painting.
Just by looking at it, you can tell that this painting is terrifying, and it seems to be connected to another, even more terrifying world.
Lin Mo has matured now. He is not as curious about everything as he was when he was young.
He knows that curiosity killed the cat.
People, if you want to live longer, the first thing you must suppress is the curiosity in your heart.
Lin Mo smiled and took out the lighter from his arms.
"Since there is something wrong with this painting, let's just burn it."
He really planned to do this, light a fire, walk over and start burning along the frame of the picture.
The next moment, the eminent monk sitting cross-legged suddenly reached out and grabbed it.
Most people would be scared to death when encountering this kind of thing.
Lin Mo had been on guard for a long time.
He also stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed the opponent's wrist.
"I knew you were dishonest."
Lin Mo used one arm to pull out the opponent.
This is called pre-emptive strike. It is better to pull the opponent out than to be pulled in by the opponent. Lin Mo has been to places like the painting world many times, and there are still many dangers.
This painting looked more terrifying, so I didn't go in if I could. Lin Mo had already thought about it, and he didn't want to explore the story and reason behind the painting.
Why do you want to explore so much? Since the dummy comes from this painting, then burn it.
After burning it, everything is over.
At this moment, after Lin Mo exerted all his strength, he actually didn't pull the opponent out.
"It's quite strong?" Lin Mo used both hands, but the opponent's strength still seemed to be endless, and Lin Mo was a little overwhelmed.
"What are you doing standing there and not helping?" Lin Mo yelled.
Immediately, several ghost hands stretched out from his shadow, and together they grabbed the monk's arm and pulled him out.
At this moment, the monk in the painting raised his head.
The skin-and-bones face was full of ferocity, and the next moment, the skin on the back of the person was torn open, and he actually stretched out six arms like an eight-armed arhat.
"You're cheating!"
Lin Mo cursed angrily.
But it is undeniable that this scary version of the monk does have two brushes. Now with eight arms working together, the ghost cannot be dealt with.
Lin Mo was being pulled into the painting bit by bit.
This was just like a tug of war, and Lin Mo's fighting spirit was completely aroused. He had never lost a tug of war when he was in school, and he couldn't lose now.
"Sister Yue, I was bullied and you just looked at me like this?"
Lin Mo started to shake people.
He can't get the paper book now, so he can only call Sister Yue out first.
But Lin Mo didn't know if Sister Yue would come out.
After all, Sister Yue's temper is a bit weird.
If you can't tell me, if you say you won't help, you really won't help.
After shouting twice, as expected by Lin Mo, there was no response.
"Sister Yue, I have information about that player, do you want to hear it?"
Still no response.
"I want to write a letter to Po Yu, saying that you bullied me with others!"
Lin Mo started to enlarge his moves.
He is about to be dragged into the painting now, and he is about to lose, so he can't do it without using some ruthless moves.
At this moment, a shadow appeared on Lin Mo's body, and then a person walked out of Lin Mo's body.
A terrifying darkness spread from this man to the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, the entire room, except for the bloody painting, was plunged into darkness.
It's like being soaked in black ink.
This figure, wearing a black wedding dress and white skin like a hand-made doll, is particularly conspicuous.
Sister Yue first glanced at Lin Mo, then reached out and grabbed the monk's arm and started to pull.
At this moment, a cry of "Amitabha!" suddenly came from the painting.
Then I saw in the painting, another monk seemed to be walking towards me from a distance.
The other party had a gray beard and was wearing a gray monk's robe. He walked very slowly, but he was close in a few moments.
It feels like a helper invited by the eight-armed ghost monk.
But when Lin Mo looked at the other party, he felt a little serious, as if he had seen him before somewhere.
But I couldn't remember it for a while.
Then I heard the old monk say: "There is no harm in the Lotus Temple. My junior brother has sealed the demons in his body for the sake of the common people. He invites you to the temple. Is he really asking for something? If you don't want to help, don't ruin our practice." "
After saying that, the old monk stretched out his dead wood-like palm and patted the eight-armed ghost monk, and the latter actually let go of his hand.
When Lin Mo saw this, he also told his helpers to let go first.
In fact, Lin Mo doesn't like to do anything.
If you can reason, then you must be reasonable. If you really can't, do it again.
Of course, this reasoning only applies to those who are evenly matched with him in strength. If they are far inferior to him, Lin Mo won't bother to reason with him and will give him a beating first.
I believe the other party thinks the same way.
"What do you call Master?" Lin Mo asked.
Since the other party is willing to communicate, Lin Mo is also happy to do so.
"Dharma name Xin Yuan!"
"Oh, Master Xinyuan, what's going on here?"
Lin Mo's question was quite direct.
The implication is, what about the Lotus Temple? Your place is just like the Yama Temple. You'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise I will have to burn down your ruined temple.
The monk Xin Yuan in the painting smiled slightly, his eyes scanning the ghost figure at Lin Mo's feet and Sister Yue who was staring at him with her head tilted.
"Isn't it the same for donors?"
No clear explanation.
But it actually answers Lin Mo’s question.
What the other party means is, you see there are so many monsters and ghosts around you, and you still ask me, we are all the same, no one can bury the other.
They are all such old foxes, pretending to be big-tailed wolves.
This would have been fooled by another owner who wanted to know how to advance and retreat with dignity, but Lin Mo was obviously not this type of person.
He habitually started to act stupid.
"I don't care, if you don't explain clearly, I will burn the painting!"
Lin Mo raised the lighter in his hand.
After thinking about it, I may have felt that Sister Guangyue alone was not enough to intimidate the other party, so I ran over and pulled the beans out of the cardboard box.
"Dad, Doudou wants some candy!"
Doudou stretched out her little purple hands to ask for candy.
Lin Mo said nothing and handed one to the other party.
"Eat it, but remember to be good."
Doudou is very honest when he has candy to eat.
The monk Xin Yuan in the painting couldn't help but shiver when he saw Doudou.
"Donor, what are you doing? Our Lotus Temple has always been a good person. We have never bullied others, and we have never done anything bad. Those who have achieved success in practice in the temple are all thinking of the common people and sealing demons in their bodies. If I don't go to hell, who will?
Hell, it only hurts me, but it blesses the common people."
As he said that, he pointed at the eight-armed ghost monk just now.
"So my junior brother's mind sealed the ghost gate in his body. If he hadn't sacrificed his life for the common people, countless innocent people would have died in the world."
Lin Mo laughed when he heard this.
"If you had said this earlier, it would have been fine."
Not to mention, this monk Xin Yuan is also a wonderful person, and the other party gives in quickly.
Lin Mo likes it very much.
At this time, he noticed that Sister Yue had been looking at Doudou with her head tilted.
After noticing Lin Mo looking at her, Sister Yue said, "Is this your son?"
"That's right."
A godson is considered a son, so there is nothing wrong with this.
"I can't tell." Sister Yue was obviously very concerned about this matter, and it seemed that she didn't believe it.
Lin Mo laughed dryly.
This is not the time to discuss Doudou.
Now it's time to figure out what's going on with this painting.
The clown fortune telling machine said that the source of the current dummy in Qianlong City is this painting.
But since just now, Lin Mo hasn't seen the dummy.
Since the other party is so easy to talk to, why not ask.
"What the donor said was a wooden man and a wax man?"
Lin Mo thought about it and nodded.
There are just these two types of dummies.
"It should have crawled out of the lotus pond. Unfortunately, after we sealed the big demon, we no longer have time to take care of these little evil things, so we can only let them go."
Monk Xin Yuan looked helpless.
It feels like I want to take care of it, but I can't.
Lin Mo had been staring at the other person, and now he suddenly remembered that he had seen the Xinyuan monk there.
It's at the Black Sheep Mansion in Whale City.
In the nightmare world inside the mansion, there is a special door that allows you to enter a strange world.
Lin Mo once saw a meditating monk there.
The monk's eyes were poked out, his nose was cut off, his tongue was cut off, and his ears were poked out to make him deaf.
Corresponds to not seeing, not hearing, not hearing, and not asking.
The other party is also wearing the same clothes as Xin Yuan in front of me.
And somehow, the monk Xin Yuan in front of me is at least nine points similar to the great monk in the Black Sheep Mansion.