The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

In the next few days, he repeated the same, but even so, he could see that this Taoist temple was actually more evil than ordinary cults.

It does not organize any group gatherings, and does not require believers to do anything, but only allows them to offer offerings according to their hearts, and then silently recite their wishes like gods.

Whether it is the Taoist priests in the temple or the believers who come and go, they come here to ask for something, so when their requests are answered, their trust in the Taoist temple rises sharply, thus turning them into more devout believers.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a diehard fan.

And Xinqi, this is his Taoist name.

On the first day of the meditation, the host personally took it for him.

And that day, when he looked up at the golden statue above his head in the magnificent hall, a sense of strangeness spontaneously arose in his heart.

There is nothing wrong with the statue, and its features are well-known to the public, kind and tolerant.

He was wearing a robe with red lacquer on his body. Apart from that, the whole statue was shining golden. However, perhaps because of the light in the temple, in his eyes, half of the face of this statue seemed to be is hidden in the shadows.

There was a strange flash in his heart, but when he looked into the eyes of the god, he felt as if his thoughts were completely seen through. Those golden pupils seemed to be bewitching him to make a wish to himself.

After a short period of confusion, he woke up, and then his scalp became numb, and goose bumps appeared all over his body under the Taoist robe.

Here, it's really weird.

But he can't go.

Because he realized that he couldn't get out of this Taoist temple.

Maybe it's because the Taoist priests here have never considered the reason for leaving the Taoist temple. When he proposed to go down the mountain, the reactions of the brothers were very surprised.

It's not that Xinqi has never tried to leave, but every time he approaches the gate of the downhill, a strong premonition emerges in his heart, as if he will be in danger as soon as he takes that step.

He finally realized the evil door of this Taoist temple. He seemed to be the only one here who was still conscious.

He can only pretend to be the same as everyone else, to pretend that he is like everyone else, devoutly enshrining the gods here, but in fact he observes everyone quietly behind his back. Those pilgrims, brothers, and temple masters who come and go are all him. The main object of observation.

But he didn't dare to turn on his mobile phone, dare not talk to himself when he was alone, or even dare to write a single word, because he felt that the house he lived in, and even the entire Taoist temple, were full of eyes. .

Just as he watched everyone, those eyes watched him.

His strong psychological quality supports him to live in this Taoist temple like a "normal person".

However, two days ago, most of his seniors disappeared mysteriously.

You can't see people when you are born, and you can't see corpses when you die.

The few senior brothers left, when he asked other people, their answers were unified and natural: "Oh, you said they, they have gone to study recently, and they will be back after a while."

The words "I'll be back in a while" made Xin Qi shudder.

He knew very well that in the entire Taoist temple, from late that night to the next morning, there were no talents. He seemed to hear screams in his sleep, but he didn't open his eyes.

There seemed to be something crawling in his room, rustling, like ants, those sounds were particularly clear in the silence.