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In the void, a familiar and huge picture appeared again.
The golden light mirror has completed constructing the world, and at this moment, the ten thousand Buddhas have entered the illusion.
"Amitabha, let us wait and see what kind of xinxing cultivation the abbot of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and Ten Thousand Buddhas have."
Master Xuanku waved his sleeves and raised several Buddha light barriers in all directions to prevent anyone from escaping.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone¡¯s faces turned ashen, today they have stolen the chicken but lost the rice, and got themselves involved.
Li Xiaobai put on his sunglasses and looked at the fantasy world in the sky. At this moment, Wan Buddhazi appeared in front of everyone.
This is an ancestral hall, with hundreds of people kneeling here to worship. Wan Fozi is also a member of this clan. He knows that his memory will be assimilated to the memory of the original owner in this illusion soon.
It is necessary to sum up several methods to avoid exposing the flaws in the shortest possible time.
First: This world won¡¯t be too difficult. The old guy will definitely arrange a plot to seduce the beauty, and he must control it.
Second: Power, this illusion will definitely ensnare you and get you into a power dispute.
Wan Fozi secretly picked up a stone from the ground and carved a line of bloody handwriting on his arm. Don't be close to women and don't be close to power.
"You are all the pillars of my clan. We can make a fortune by relying on unity. Because of unity and trust, we can keep the secrets in the clan ancestral hall. I hope that in the future, everyone can be as good as before. Same, continue to keep this secret!"
¡°No more gossip, let¡¯s each step forward in turn and draw a treasure!¡±
An old man in his 60s said slowly in the ancestral hall. He first put his hand into the memorial tablet. Miraculously, the old man's hand went directly through it. When he pulled it out, there was a kerosene lamp in his hand.
The rest of the people also stepped forward to take out items, pulling out various tables, chairs and benches from the memorial tablets, and some even pulled out a set of armor.
Wan Fozi's eyes flashed with a strange light. He understood how this world works. The core should be on this tablet. This thing is similar to a bottomless pit. The things in it are inexhaustible. Everyone can use them when offering sacrifices. An item is randomly selected.
This should be arousing the greed in his heart, but this method is too simple. He saw through it at the beginning, so there should be no big problem in the future.
Secretly and silently, I carved the words on my arm again: Take only one item and never take more.
After doing all this, Wan Fozi was determined. He knew what the world was like. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly stepped forward and slowly reached into the tablets in the ancestral hall to retrieve the items.
Wanfozi didn¡¯t care at all what he got. He only knew that he would never look at this tablet again in the future. Even if there were mountains of gold and silver in it, it had nothing to do with him.
Wan Fozi was slightly stunned as he picked up an item and pulled his hand out.
What is in the hand is a doll, sewn together tightly with thread. It looks quite delicate, but it has no face.
"Hey, Wan Fozi drew a doll!"
"What's the use of a doll? My broom is more practical."
Seeing the objects in Wanfozi¡¯s hands, the crowd burst into laughter.
"It's a pity, Wanfozi, you are alone and have no children. I'm afraid it will be useless to have a baby. Do you want to exchange it with the old woman?"
He was speaking as an old man, holding a writing brush in his hand.
Wan Fozi shook his head and refused. No one knew whether this old lady was a test set by the old guy. Everything had to be done carefully.
"Okay, now that everything has been drawn, let's go back to our homes. Remember, don't leave the village at night."
The old man in sixties in front of the ancestral hall said, indicating that everyone can disperse.
Wan Fozi left with the crowd, but he didn't see that the old man looked at him with a cold air.
The scene changed and it was midnight.
Wan Fozi casually pressed the doll under the bed. He checked the doll and found nothing unusual. His memory gradually became blurred. He was afraid that after tonight he would become Wan Fozi in the illusion.
Before going to bed, he used his last memory to write and draw in the house, recording all the situations he could foresee and how to deal with them, to remind himself.
"If there is a beauty who tempts you, you must reject it!"
¡°You must reject the temptation of wealth!¡±
¡°You must reject the temptation of power!¡±
"We must persuade the world to do good with all our hearts!"
"I, the Buddha, am compassionate!"
After doing all this, he fell asleep peacefully.
I don¡¯t know how long it took, but a shadow quietly sneaked into Wan Fozi¡¯s house. After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a while, he stood on the bedside.
"There is no other way. That thing cannot fall into the hands of anyone other than me. I will look for it slowly. I will give you a ride first!"
An old voice sounded, and a sharp knife suddenly pierced Wanfozi's heart.
Wan Fozi tensed up, suddenly frightened, and hurriedly turned over to avoid the knife.
"Who are you and why do you want to kill me!"
"Shut up, don't talk!"
The old voice sounded a little panicked. He didn't expect that the other party would wake up at the critical moment.
"I don't know who you are, and I've never seen you. I beg you, don't kill me!"
Wan Fozi stumbled and fell to the ground, his heart full of despair. At this moment, he had completely become a character in the illusion. He remembered the bad rumors from the past.
It is said that after each sacrifice, the ancestor will manifest and select one person from the clan to sacrifice to satisfy the ancestor's appetite.
Because of this, the village has the magical ability to extract items every year.
Looking at the shadow in front of him, Wan Buddhazi felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart. Could it be that this time, it was his turn to sacrifice his ancestors?
"Okay, I won't kill you."
Unexpectedly, the movement of the man in front of him suddenly stopped, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
"Who are you?"
"Balls of suet."
"Are you the village chief?"
Wan Fozi¡¯s eyes widened, feeling a little unbelievable. A wise and wise village chief actually wanted to kill him?
"I beg you not to speak, I have many treasures for you!"
There was a look of pleading in Ball-of-Fat's eyes, which made Ten Thousand Buddhas confused, but he still asked questions.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Because you took away the god doll."
The village chief almost answered all questions. Wan Fozi felt more and more strange. He reached out and took out the doll from under the pillow. He seemed to realize something.
"What's the use of this doll?"
"You can control the villagers. Please, village chief, stop talking and bury the baby. It is a disaster and cannot be kept!"
¡° Ball of Suet begged.
Wanfozi ignored his plea and continued to ask: "Why did you tell me not to talk?"
"Because there are dolls here, what you say is an order, and people in the village must obey it unconditionally!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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