Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

A large plate of Qingjiao meat, a large plate of tiger demon meat, plus other dishes cooked by the imperial chef, with green and colorful phoenixes and wild fruits picked by Lianxiang on the side.

Zhao Wen raised his hand and took out a plate of spiritual fruit from the space of Tiangang Disha Great Formation. This was the lunch for the three of them.

"Young master, young master, look what I found!" Lianxiang ran over excitedly, holding a ten-year-old elixir in her hand, smiling all over her face, obviously very satisfied with her harvest.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Wen couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help sighing at the elixir and fate in this world. There are too many monsters, so there is no room for the elixir to grow, and it was picked back after only a dozen years.

"The elixir of this year is of no use to you now!"

After eating a hundred-year-old ginseng in the Tiangang Disha formation, the loss of the lotus fragrance's transformation has been fully compensated, and Zhao Wen passed on Tu Shan's skills. This more than ten-year-old medicinal material, lotus Xiang's current strength is the same as if he didn't eat it.

"Find a place to plant it back, maybe it can help a beautiful fox transform itself in the future!"

"Do you want to replant it?" Lianxiang looked at the medicinal material in her hand with a look of reluctance. If she had found such a treasure before meeting the young master, she would have laughed in her dreams. Now that she wants to replant it, she How willing.

"Master, there is a temple in front of you, it's shocking to see it!"

Qingfeng didn't want Lianxiang to plant this elixir back. It took luck to encounter an elixir that was more than ten years old in the wild.

Even if she is Tu Shanhu, she can't be bestowed unless she returns to Qingqiu and begs the elders of the clan.

But there are so many Qingqiu foxes, let alone her, even if the Patriarch returns, he doesn't have much status.

As soon as Qingfeng finished speaking, the sound of a wooden fish came to several people's ears clearly.

"It's actually aimed at me!" Zhao Wen smiled coldly.

"Eat first, and then go take a look after eating. What kind of temple is it? How dare you directly provoke me like this!"

The battle with Qingjiao made Zhao Wen affirmed a little bit. In terms of combat power, he is definitely the top in the world of Liao Zhai now. With the big formation of Tiangang Disha, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, he can fight.

Not to mention that he still has the identity of a Taoist disciple. Even if others want to plot against him, they still have to consider the master who does not exist behind him.

Zhao Wen ate slowly, but Qingfeng, Caifeng, and Lianxiang devoured each of them hungrily.

Whether it is tiger demon meat or green flood dragon meat, for the three little demons, they are top-level training resources, and now that the young master is willing to share them with them, they must not let them go.

After the extremely leisurely meal, the sound of the wooden fish still rang in my ears.

With the three women and several Jinyiwei, they lightly walked towards the direction Muyu came from.

A small hill with a temple on the top, the monk in the temple is very old, even if Zhao Wen entered the temple, the sound of the wooden fish still did not stop, as if he hadn't seen it at all.

Glancing at the old monk, he was in the Yuanshen realm just like himself.

... Zhao Wen's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to look at the temple.

The two murals instantly entered Zhao Wen's eyes.

One mural is of countless beautiful women, and the other is a picture of hell, but the two murals seem to echo each other, and they are combined with the entire temple, as if they are a whole.

The woman in the mural gradually became more and more real under Zhao Wen's gaze, and there was even a faint fragrance coming from it.

In Zhao Wen's induction, as long as he is willing, he can enter the mural with one step.

Looking at the old monk with the same expression, Zhao Wen had a smile on his face. He didn't expect that he would encounter a very famous story in Liaozhai just by walking.

Although the old monk didn't move, the three little foxes behind Zhao Wen hid vigilantly behind Zhao Wen. They didn't even dare to raise their heads, obviously sensing the opponent's strength.

On the contrary, the expressions of the guards in Jinyi remained unchanged, and they looked at the old monk with all their attention. As long as the opponent made a move, he would strike directly with his sword.

There was a flash of light from the sky around his waist, and the three little foxes and Jin Yiwei hadn't noticed anything yet, but the expression of the old monk who had been knocking on the wooden fish quietly changed suddenly.

"A treasure that forms its own space?"

"No, this is the formation space, a formation of its own space?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk Fahua Temple Lotus, just want to form a good relationship with the little benefactor, there is no malice!"

Monk Lianhua showed eagerness on his face. All formations that form their own space are generally the gates of powerful forces, and they cannot be broken by one person. Today, I actually encountered a person who was carrying with me. Obviously, this kid in front of me is by no means an ordinary person. .

The moment Monk Lianhua stood up, a powerful wave of spirit and soul spread in the formation, and the stars in the sky flashed, and the wave of spirit and soul that had just spread was suppressed immediately
"Since you have brought me here, you must satisfy my curiosity."

"Tell me the mysteries of these murals, and I'll let you out!"

The story of the wall painting is just that a scholar entered a temple and met an old monk.

The scholar was curious about the murals on the wall, after a few more glances, he entered it, lived with a woman in the murals for some time, and was kicked out of the murals again.

After he came out, he found that the women who lived with him in the murals had all changed, regardless of their hairstyle and clothing, and doubted the authenticity of his experience.

"This is the treasure of enlightenment for the poor monk, and I hope the benefactor will show mercy!" The aura of one hundred and eight stars was suppressed, and the old monk felt that even if his strength had increased tenfold, he would not be able to get out of this formation space.

He secretly regretted that he didn't pay attention to the strength of his cultivation before attracting people here, but the mystery of the murals involved his own enlightenment method, but he absolutely couldn't tell it.

"For the benefactor, the left and right are just a magic weapon. If the benefactor is willing to let go of the formation and let the poor monk go out, the poor monk promises that after going out, he will find another magic weapon for the benefactor as an apology for attracting the benefactor inadvertently. !"

"Since you don't tell me, I'll see for myself!"

Taking a step forward, Zhao Wen's figure has entered the mural.

As soon as you enter the mural, you will feel a burst of fragrance, and you will appear in a small house.

The spiritual consciousness expanded, but it was suppressed after only a few hundred meters spread out, but it was still seen that there were buildings with decayed beams and painted buildings around it.

It's not surprising that the buildings are just buildings, but there is a stunning woman living in each building, but where the surrounding spiritual consciousness sweeps, there are dozens of women with different styles!

One of them even reached the house he entered, opened the door and walked in lightly!
Daqin: Who is this throne to me?
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