Seeing a stranger appear in her house, the first reaction of the girl who came in was not to call out, but to close the door as quickly as possible and ask in a low voice.
At the same time, he looked outside the door very carefully and saw that no one was paying attention nearby. Then he patted his chest and looked at Zhao Wen with relief.
"I don't know how I got in. Where is this place?"
Most of the entire Liaozhai stories are about scholars. Zhao Wen pretended to be a scholar and asked in a low voice.
The intensity in this space was extremely strong, and even he was suppressed to the point where he could only sense a few hundred meters around him, so Zhao Wen planned to inquire about the woman in front of him.
A powerful old monk guards a temple on a barren mountain, and there are two murals in the temple that you can tell are treasures at a glance, or stories from a Chinese fairy tale. Since you have come across them, you naturally have to find out more about them.
"This is a fairyland. Only immortals can come in. You are a mortal. If you are discovered by an immortal, you will be beaten to death!" The girl lowered her voice and said very carefully.
I took a closer look at the girl who was speaking. She had the fragrance of flowers all over her body and a bit of childishness on her face.
These are nothing, but the strangest thing is that the other party not only has no demonic aura, but also has the aura of absorbing the power of incense and fire. However, the strength of the other party is very low, almost the same as the Qing who just followed him.
Almost like a phoenix.
The weirdest thing is that even if the other party is standing in front of him, he still gives Zhao Wen an extremely unreal feeling.
Thinking that his consciousness had scanned the surroundings just now, and all the women he saw had the same aura as the one in front of him, Zhao Wen suddenly became strange when he looked at the girl in front of him who looked at him with concern.
"Tell me, where is this place?" Zhao Wen's tone changed and he directly used the method of enchantment.
Entering the world of Liaozhai, Zhao Wen is now acting more and more directly as he kills the green dragon with his fist. If it were before, he would definitely test it, but now, he no longer has such patience.
"This is the fairyland!" The girl's voice was filled with affirmation, and she was obviously convinced of this.
"Who governs the fairy world?"
"It is managed by the fairy master. He usually patrols all the fairies' residences. Several men who appeared in the sisters' houses were immediately beaten to death after being discovered!"
"How many sisters do you have? Will there be men in all the houses?" Thinking of the remnants of the incense wish on the girl, Zhao Wen felt that he was about to explore this space.
"There are hundreds of sisters. I heard that this place is a crack in the fairy world, so men often enter by mistake. However, unless we are discovered by the patrolling fairy master, we don't know if there is anyone in other people's houses!"
"How often do you have a man in your house? How do you deal with these intruding men?" Zhao Wen asked with a sneer on his lips.
"Every few years, a man will break in. My sisters said that these men who can directly enter our house have a relationship with us in the past life. I will marry him and give him away a few days later."
Leave and understand this love!"
With a thought, the Tiangang Earth Evil Formation was directly suppressed, and the temple outside suddenly began to change, as if it had turned into a picture scroll.
Zhao Wen, who was in the mural, suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was greatly reduced. He opened the door and walked out of the house. His consciousness spread overwhelmingly, and he found the largest palace. He stepped out and entered the palace.
"As expected, it's you. What a good plan. If you hadn't brought me here this time and allowed you to develop like this, I'm afraid you would have become a Buddha and an ancestor in the future!"
Looking at the Immortal Master in the temple who had a solemn face full of fear, but whose aura was exactly the same as that of the old monk outside, Zhao Wen couldn't help but sigh at the other person's thoughts.
Since Zhao Wen entered the palace, under the strong suppression force, the palace has disappeared. Even the magnificent pavilions and pavilions outside have also disappeared at the same time. Clusters of flowers have appeared around Zhao Wen and the immortal master.
The scent of incense and wish power suddenly became extremely strong, especially on the immortal master in front of him, it was even more obvious.
"I have been practicing for so many years, and I finally found this opportunity to become enlightened. Please forgive me once, my Taoist brother. I will always be grateful to my Taoist brother for your kindness!" The Immortal Master slowly knelt down and bowed to Zhao Wen with a bow.
It was a large formation, and it was a large formation that formed its own space. Not to mention him, even all the fellow Taoists he knew combined could not break it.
The only chance to get out is if the owner of the formation in front of him can let him go.
Now the old monk has extremely regretted using the wooden fish sound to attract Zhao Wen, but the only thing he can do is to beg.
In the blink of an eye, at least hundreds of male corpses emerged from the ground. Each one had a look of horror on his face, with scars all over his body. It was obvious that he had suffered great torture before death.
There were many rotting corpses below. He didn't bring them up. Even ordinary demon kings wouldn't kill so many people.
"A poor monk comes from a small temple. The resources in the temple are extremely scarce. Even if he practices hard all his life, he will never be able to achieve enlightenment. It is even extremely difficult to break through to the realm of the soul!"
Hundreds of corpses were lifted out of the ground, and one hundred and eight stars overhead suppressed them, suppressing all the energy in their bodies. It could be said that there was no possibility of turning over.
The old monk's tone gradually became crazy: "But the poor monk discovered that what the poor scholars and idle men in the countryside longed for most was to have a fairy come and spend the spring breeze with him, and they would even pray to the Buddha for this!"
"With the Buddha's strength, he certainly wouldn't care about a few incense sticks, but the poor monk desperately needs the power of incense to increase his strength!"
Speaking of this, a trace of pride appeared on the old monk's face: "The poor monk gathered all the wealth in the temple, refined a picture scroll, and sealed a flower demon behind the temple inside!"
"Do you know?" The old monk's voice was gradually becoming crazy: "The poor monk found a scholar who had prayed to the fairy for a spring breeze, and sent his soul into the scroll. After a while, he received a message.
The purest willpower!"
"Just a wish made the poor monk break through to the realm of soul that he might not have been able to break through in his whole life of cultivation!"
"Then the poor monk kept looking for the flower demon and sealed it in the scroll. He also looked everywhere for idle men and scholars who wanted to meet the fairy!"
"As for these corpses, they are scoundrels who did not want to pray after entering the scroll but wanted to spend the spring breeze with the fairies!"
"As long as someone is willing to make a wish, the poor monk will let him enjoy the service of the fairy and send him home. He will never be harmed in any way!"