I'm afraid of pain, so I put all my defense into it.

In the void, a familiar huge picture appeared again.

The Golden Light Mirror had finished constructing the world, and Wan Fozi had already entered the illusion.

"Amitabha, what kind of character and cultivation does Wan Fozi, the abbot of Wan Fo Temple, have? Let us wait and see."

Master Xuan Ku waved his sleeves, and several Buddha light barriers rose from all directions to prevent anyone from escaping.

Seeing this, everyone looked ashen. Today, they failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice, and they got themselves into it.

Li Xiaobai put on sunglasses and looked at the illusion world in the sky. At this moment, Wan Fozi appeared in front of everyone.

This is a clan temple, where hundreds of people kneel here to worship and worship. Wan Fozi is also a member of this clan. He knows that his memory will soon be assimilated by the memory of the original owner in this illusion.

It is necessary to summarize several methods to avoid exposing the flaws in the shortest time.

First: This world will not be too difficult. That old guy will definitely arrange a plot of beauty seduction. I must control myself.

Second: Power. This illusion will definitely lead me into a trap and fall into a power dispute.

Wan Fozi secretly picked up a stone from the ground and carved a line of bloody words on his arm: Don't get close to women, don't get close to power.

"You are all the pillars of my clan. What we rely on to make a fortune is unity. Because of unity and trust, we can keep the secrets in the clan ancestral hall. I hope that everyone can continue to keep this secret as before!"

"I won't say much nonsense. Everyone step forward in turn and draw a treasure!"

An old man in his sixties in the ancestral hall said slowly, and took the lead in reaching his hand into the tablet for offering. The magical thing is that the old man's hand actually went through it directly. When he pulled it out, there was an extra kerosene lamp in his hand.

The rest of the people also stepped forward to draw items, and drew various tables, chairs and benches from the tablets, and some even drew a set of armor.

There was a strange light in Wan Fozi's eyes. He understood the rules of this world. The core should be this tablet. This thing is similar to a bottomless pit. The things inside are inexhaustible. Everyone can randomly draw an item during the sacrifice.

This should be to arouse his greed, but this method is too simple. He was discovered at the beginning, and there should be no problem in the future.

Secretly and silently engraved on the arm again: only take one item, never take more.

After doing all this, Wan Fozi was very calm. He knew about this world. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He walked forward slowly and slowly reached his hand into the tablet in the ancestral hall to take the items.

Wan Fozi didn't care what he took. 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 picked up an item and pulled his hand out. He was slightly stunned.

In his hand was a doll, tightly sewn together with thread. It looked very delicate, but it had no face.

"Oh, Wan Fozi drew a doll!"

"What's the use of a doll? My broom is more practical."

Seeing the object in Wan Fozi's hand, the crowd laughed.

"It's a pity, Wan Fozi, you are alone and have no children. It's probably useless to draw a doll. Do you want to exchange it with the old woman?"

The speaker was an old man, holding a brush in his hand.

Wan Fozi shook his head and refused. No one knew whether this old lady would be a test set by the old guy. Everything had to be done carefully.

"Okay, since everyone has drawn, let's go back to their homes. Remember, don't leave the village at night."

The sixty-year-old man in front of the ancestral hall said, indicating that everyone could disperse.

Wan Fozi followed the crowd and left. He didn't see that the old man looked at him with a cold look in his eyes.

The scene changed, and it was late at night.

Wan Fozi casually pressed the doll under the bed. He checked the doll and found nothing unusual. His memory gradually blurred. He was afraid that after tonight he would become Wan Fozi in the illusion.

Before going to bed, he wrote and drew in the room with his last memory, recording all the situations he could foresee and the countermeasures to remind himself.

"If there is a temptation of beauty, you must refuse it!"

"Wealth temptation, you must refuse it!"

"Power temptation, you must refuse it!"

"You must persuade the world to be kind!"

"My Buddha is merciful!"

After doing all this, he slept peacefully.

I don't know how long it took, a shadow quietly sneaked into Wan Fozi's house, rummaged through the boxes in the house for a while, and stood at the head of the bed.

"There is no way, that thing can't fall into the hands of anyone except me."I will slowly find the things, let me take you there first!"

An old voice sounded, and a sharp knife suddenly stabbed at Wan Fozi's heart.

Wan Fozi's body tensed up, and he was suddenly startled, and he turned over in a hurry to avoid the knife.

"Who are you, why do you want to kill me!"

"Shut up, don't talk!"

The old voice seemed a little flustered, he didn't expect the other party to wake up at the critical moment.

"I don't know who you are, and I haven't seen you, I beg you not to 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 in the past.

It is said that after each sacrifice, the ancestor will appear and choose one person from the clan to sacrifice to satisfy the ancestor's appetite.

It is because of this that the village can have the magical ability to draw items every year.

Looking at the shadow in front of him, Wan Fozi felt a chill from the bottom of his heart. Could it be that this time, it was his turn to sacrifice the ancestor?

"Okay, I won't kill you."

Unexpectedly, the man in front of him suddenly stopped moving, and the house fell into a strange silence.

"Who are you?"

"Ball of Fat."

"Are you the village chief?"

Wan Fozi widened his eyes, feeling a little incredible. The village chief who has always been wise and intelligent actually wants to kill him?

"I beg you not to speak, I have a lot of treasures in my house, all for you! "

Ball of Fat had a pleading look in his eyes, which made Wan Fozi confused, but he still asked questions.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Because you took the God doll."

The village chief answered almost every question. 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?"

"It can control the villagers. Village chief, please stop talking and bury the doll. It's a disaster and can't be kept!"

Ball of Fat begged.

Wan Fozi ignored his plea and continued to ask questions: "Why did you ask me to stop talking?"

"Because the doll is here, your words are orders, and the people in the village must obey unconditionally!"