Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

"Who are you and why are you in my house!"

Seeing a stranger appearing in her room, the first reaction of the girl who came in was not to call, but to close the door as quickly as possible, and asked in a low voice.

At the same time, he took a very careful look outside the door and saw that no one was paying attention nearby, so he patted his chest and looked at Zhao Wen reassuringly.

"I don't know how I got in, what is this place?"

Most of the stories in Liaozhai were about scholars, so Zhao Wen pretended to be a scholar and asked in a low voice.

The intensity in this space was so great that even he was suppressed to the point where he could only sense a few hundred meters around him, so Zhao Wen decided to ask the woman in front of him.

An old monk who is not weak is guarding a temple on a barren mountain, and there are two murals in the temple that can be seen as treasures at a glance, or stories from Liaozhai.

"This is a fairyland, only immortals can come in, you are a mortal, if you are found by the immortals, you will be beaten to death directly!" The girl lowered her voice and said very carefully.

He took a closer look at the girl who spoke, her whole body smelled of flowers, and her face was still a bit childish.

These are nothing, but the strangest thing is that not only does the other party not have the slightest demonic aura, but he also has the aura of absorbing the power of incense and fire, but the strength of the other party is very low, almost the same as the young man who just followed him. Phoenix almost.

The weirdest thing was that even if the other party stood in front of him, Zhao Wen felt extremely unreal.

Thinking of the aura of all the women he saw when he scanned the surroundings just now, and looked at the girl in front of him who was looking at him with concern, Zhao Wen suddenly became strange.

"Tell me, what is this place?" Zhao Wen's tone changed, and he directly used the method of fascination.

Entering the world of Liaozhai, Zhao Wen is now acting more and more directly as he directly beat Qingjiao to death with his fists. If it was changed to before, he would definitely try it out, but now, he has no such patience.

"This is the fairyland!" The girl's voice was full of affirmation, and she was obviously convinced of this point herself.

"Who manages the fairy world?"

"It is managed by the fairy master. On weekdays, all the people are patrolling the homes of all the fairies. Several men who appeared in the sisters' houses were found and killed immediately!"

"How many sisters do you have? Will there be a man in everyone's room?" Thinking of the remnants of the incense and wish power on the girl, Zhao Wen felt that he was about to explore this space clearly.

"There are hundreds of sisters. I heard people say that this is a crack in the fairy world, so men often enter by mistake, but unless we are discovered by the patrolling fairy master, otherwise we don't know if there are people in other people's houses!"

"How long does it take for a man to come into your room, and how do you deal with these intruding men?" Zhao Wen asked with a sneer on his lips.

"Every few years, a man will come in. The sisters said, these men who can directly enter our house have a relationship with us in the past life. I will marry him and send him off in a few days." Leave and understand this relationship!" …

During the thought movement, the Tiangang Disha formation was directly suppressed, and the temple outside suddenly began to change, as if it had become a picture scroll.

Zhao Wen, who was in the mural, suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was greatly reduced. He pushed open the door and walked out of the house. His spiritual consciousness spread overwhelmingly, and he found the largest palace. He stepped out and entered the palace.

"Sure enough, it's you. It's really a good plan. If you didn't lure me here this time and let you develop like this, I'm afraid you will be able to become a Buddha and a ancestor in the future!"

Looking at the Immortal Lord in the palace, whose solemn face was full of horror, but whose aura was exactly the same as that of the old monk outside, Zhao Wen couldn't help but sigh at the other party's thoughts.

Since Zhao Wen entered the palace, under the strong pressure, the palace has disappeared, and even the magnificent pavilions outside have disappeared at the same time, and clumps of flowers have appeared around Zhao Wen and the fairy lord.

The aura of incense and wish power suddenly became extremely strong, especially on the fairy master in front of him, it was extremely obvious.

"The poor monk has practiced for so many years, and finally found this opportunity to become enlightened. I beg brother Tao to forgive me once. The poor monk will forever be grateful for the kindness of brother Tao!"

The large-scale formation is still a large-scale formation with its own space, let alone him, even if all the fellow Taoists he knows together, he can't break through it.

The only chance to get out is if the master of the formation in front of him can let him go.

Now the old monk regretted the fact that he used the sound of a wooden fish to attract Zhao Wen, but the only thing he could do was to beg bitterly.

"Tell me, what's going on!" Zhao Wen's voice was filled with murderous intent.

In the blink of an eye, at least hundreds of men's corpses emerged from the ground, each with a terrified expression and scars all over their bodies, apparently suffering great torture before they died.

There are still many rotten corpses below, and he didn't send them up. Even ordinary demon kings would not kill so many people.

"The poor monk comes from a small temple, and the resources in the temple are extremely expensive and scarce. Even if you practice hard all your life, you will never be able to achieve enlightenment. Even breaking through to the realm of the primordial spirit is extremely difficult!"

Hundreds of corpses were pulled out from the ground, and the [-] stars above their heads were suppressed, suppressing the Qi mechanism of the whole body, so it can be said that there is no possibility of turning over.

The old monk's tone gradually became crazy: "But the poor monk found that what the poor scholars and country idlers who come to the temple expect most is to have a fairy to spend the spring breeze with them, and even pray to the Buddha for this!"

"With the strength of the Buddha, he certainly wouldn't care about a few incense sticks, but the poor monk desperately needs the power of incense sticks to improve his strength!"

Speaking of this, the old monk showed a hint of complacency on his face: "The poor monk gathered all the wealth in the temple, refined a picture scroll, and sealed a flower demon behind the temple into it!"

"Do you know?" The old monk's voice has gradually become crazy: "The poor monk found a scholar who used to pray for the spring breeze of the fairy, and sent his spirit into the scroll. After a while, he received a Extremely pure wish power!"

"Just a wish, let the poor monk break through to the realm of primordial spirit that he might not be able to break through in his whole life!"

"Then the poor monk continued to search for the flower demon and sealed it in the picture scroll, and also searched everywhere for idlers and scholars who want to meet fairies!"

"As for these corpses, they are scoundrels who are unwilling to pray after entering the picture scroll but want to spend the spring breeze with the fairy!"

"As long as he is willing to make a wish, the poor monk will send him back home after enjoying the service of the fairy, and he will never suffer any harm!"