The night is stained with ink.

The whole temple was quiet, and Zhang Yi tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Until late at night, he got up and came to Uncle Chen's side, and glanced at the dry tobacco with his eyes wide open.

Seeing that Mr. Chen had fallen asleep, Zhang Yizhao shamelessly picked up the dry cigarette and lit it, and took two breaths happily.

For a moment, Zhang Yi felt refreshed and comfortable all over, and the very uncomfortable feeling disappeared.

What a magical thing! "Hehe, steal my cigarette again?"

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Uncle Chen, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes.

Zhang Yi was so scared that he shivered all over, and the dry tobacco almost fell to the ground. He grinned and said, "Uncle Chen, you can't sleep either?"

"Yes, I can't sleep."

Uncle Chen snatched the dry tobacco from Zhang Yi's hand, took a few sips, and frowned: "Do you think this temple is a bit weird?"

Zhang Yi felt aroused and said in surprise: "Uncle Chen, do you feel this way too?"

Mr. Chen had a little solemn look between his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "I have already felt it since I stepped into this temple."

"Why do we feel this way?"

Zhang Yi looked indescribable, and he suddenly stood up and walked out of the courtyard, saying as he walked, "I need to observe the terrain here."

Uncle Chen immediately followed up: "Do you suspect there is something wrong with the terrain here?"

"It's very likely."

Zhang Yi is not sure.

"Then let's have a good look."

Uncle Chen no longer said anything. He didn't know much about Feng Shui.

Zhang Yi is a Taoist practitioner and should be able to see some clues.

Immediately afterwards, they quickly left the temple and came to a nearby hillside.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but squint his eyes and looked at the temple in front of him. He found that the temple was surrounded by mountains and only a mountain path leading to the temple.

“The location of this temple is very strange.”

Zhang Yi said in a deep voice.

"oh?

How strange?”

Uncle Chen took two sips of dry tobacco and became interested immediately.

"According to Taoist Feng Shui, the place where the temple is built is an extremely yin place!"

Zhang Yi's voice was a little heavy.

What?

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen's expression became a little uneasy.

The important Buddhist land was actually built in the extremely yin land?

What did the builder think?

Uncle Chen was in a very heavy mood. His mind suddenly flashed with a flash of inspiration and said in surprise: "Is it..." Seeing that Mr. Chen's expression was something wrong, Zhang Yi couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?

Is there something wrong?"

Uncle Chen was walking back and forth while he suddenly stopped, staring at the temple in front of him solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "The people who built it probably had planned it!"

“How to say it?”

Zhang Yi's heart moved.

"It is rumored that the extremely yin land is usually a ghost place for tempering corpses. The temple has received incense and is built in the extremely yin land. Once the corpses tempered here will not be afraid of the power of Buddhism!

”

Uncle Chen said in a deep voice.

Hiss! As soon as this said, Zhang Yi took two breaths of cold air.

Listening to Mr. Chen’s words, wouldn’t it mean that someone in the temple tempers the corpse?

How is this possible?

If there is really, there should be a very strong Yin energy in the temple.

However, the temple does not! It just gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Mr. Chen said with a little solemnity between his eyebrows and worriedly: "The seventh level of ghost realm is a new world. There are many laity living in seclusion here. It is not ruled out that someone is tempering the corpse!"

Zhang Yi browsed tightly and couldn't help but say, "The temple has been abandoned for many years, so it's probably gone?"

"That's not necessarily!"

Mr. Chen shook his head slightly and said seriously: "Since we entered the temple, we have a very uncomfortable feeling. I guess right, there should be unclean things in the temple!"

Zhang Yi's eyes were filled with murderous intent and he sneered: "If there is really, then clean it up!"

Even though the dirty things here are not afraid of Buddhist power, he has Taoist power.

Hehe! What are you afraid of just evil spirits?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi took Mr. Chen back to the temple.

“Huh?

Where are people?"

When they returned to the hall, the two of them were stunned on the spot! The Second God Emperor and the others disappeared! The entire hall was empty! How could it be?

They are a few living people, why do they disappear if they don’t say it?

Mr. Chen's face became extremely ugly. He looked around and said lightly: "There is no trace of anyone coming here. Did they leave by themselves?"

"impossible!"

Zhang Yi's face looked as ugly as constipation, and he said in a deep voice: "Second Senior and the others will definitely notify us if they leave!"

"Then what's going on?"

Uncle Chen was a little confused.

Although he had a wide range of knowledge, he had never encountered such a strange phenomenon! It was so strange! It was a bit too strange! Zhang Yi suddenly felt a little bit uneasy, and he came to the courtyard all at once.

Unfortunately, I still didn't see the Second God Emperor and others.

They are like evaporating from the world.

"Let's look for it!"

Uncle Chen's face looked ugly and he began to go deep into the temple.

The temples are everywhere, and they don't look like they are inhabited.

The night is quiet.

No sound at all.

They searched all the temples but did not see the Second God Emperor and the others.

At this moment, Zhang Yi's brows were already twisted and he said in a deep voice: "Uncle Chen, will we enter the illusion?"

Fantasy?

As soon as this said, Mr. Chen suddenly woke up.

He pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "It's very likely!"

Before, they could fully feel the breath of wild beasts outside the temple.

But they can't feel it at all now! So, it's very likely that they have entered the illusion and don't even know it themselves.

To crack the illusion, you must find the reason for entering the illusion! "When did we enter the illusion?"

Uncle Chen frowned.

Zhang Yi calculated with his fingers.

Suddenly! His face suddenly sank and his face was full of wry smile: "My finger count failed!"

Failed?

Uncle Chen's heart moved.

It is certain that they are really in the illusion.

"Amitabha, hello, two donors!"

At this moment, a magnetic old voice suddenly sounded behind them.

Zhang Yi suddenly turned around, looked up, and found an old monk with kind eyes walking towards him.
To be continued...