Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 231 Entering Xihu Lake Again
It is actually difficult for Zhang Jingtian to explain his current condition clearly.

He was dead, but he didn't know whether the people in the secret realm knew that they had died once.

And whether they still have any memory of themselves.

This is very important. If not, Zhang Jingtian feels that he still has a chance to turn the situation around.

If so, he would be killed as soon as he saw the host.

"Zhang Jingtian!"

The familiar voice sounded again. Zhang Jingtian turned around suddenly and saw the man who came in before him.

"You're in too!" The other party looked very happy, as if he had found a resonance.

Zhang Jingtian shook his head. "I'm different from you. I was actually forced to come in. Xihu Lake has fully awakened. From now on, anyone who gets close to it will be sucked in. If it finds no one around, it might continue to spread."

"What should we do then?" The man frowned. "Isn't this a recipe for disaster for our city? Is it really going to become a ghost town?"

Zhang Jingtian paused and said:

"It's not that pessimistic. If we can clean up the secret realm, we can go back and the people outside will be safe."

The man opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhang Jingtian with disbelief.

"Isn't what you said just a fantasy?"

Zhang Jingtian touched his nose and said, "Maybe there's a chance! And have you forgotten? When the people above discovered that the seal of Xihu Lake was lifted, they were definitely more nervous than we were.

So at this time, there must be someone more powerful coming. So what we have to do is to survive."

Zhang Jingtian's thinking was very clear. He knew that he was powerless to fight against the monks in Lanruo Temple, so he might as well just stay hidden. Anyway, there would definitely be someone who could deal with them.

The man was awakened by Zhang Jingtian: "Really! If they had sent elite troops the first time, there wouldn't be so much trouble."

"Perhaps the high-level card makers wouldn't come unless the situation was dangerous enough! After all, they have other things to do."

As he spoke, Zhang Jingtian had already brought the man to the exit of Lanruo Temple.

Since you are planning to hide, the safest way is to stay away from Lanruo Temple.

However, at the door, Zhang Jingtian never expected that he would meet a monk.

The other person looks like a ball of flesh, with a very round belly and a very small head, which looks very disproportionate.

If it weren't for the exclusive monk's robe on it, Zhang Jingtian would have found it hard to believe that the other party was also a member of Lanruo Temple.

The monk looked at them and laughed, "Where are you two going?"

Zhang Jingtian pretended to be calm: "Of course I have to go out, little master."

However, the monk opened his arms and stopped them.

Then the back door that was open just now was closed with a bang.

Zhang Jingtian stopped the man with his hand, signaling him not to act rashly.

"Young Master, is it true that our temple is only open to the public?"

The monk shook his head. "Of course not. It's just that I'm going to be giving a sermon later, and I hope all pilgrims will come and study. There will also be a free vegetarian meal afterwards. This has always been our custom."

After hearing this, Zhang Jingtian couldn't think of any reason to refuse and could only agree.

"What is the relationship between the abbot and the young master?" Zhang Jingtian was in this secret realm, and unless these monks revealed themselves voluntarily, he could not see their strength.

This is the only way to find out. If they are of the same generation as the host, they probably all have gold cards.

"He's my senior brother," the monk said, rubbing his belly. "I'm different from him. I don't believe in their nonsense. I'm only here for the free food."

Afterwards, they arrived at the open space outside the main hall, where cushions were already spread out and the host was standing there in a respectful manner.

Zhang Jingtian also saw that several pregnant women were sitting upright on cushions. They were probably pregnant with Buddha's children.

The host glanced at Zhang Jingtian and just nodded slightly without saying anything else.

His actions also made Zhang Jingtian convinced that these people had lost their memory of him.

Before giving the lecture, the host first performed a prayer for the souls of his three deceased fellow disciples and 3 other disciples.

Although the host did not explain the cause of their death, Zhang Jingtian could guess that they were probably wiped out by the team that had previously investigated.

Now it seems that the investigation team was actually not weak, but they underestimated the danger of Xi Lake.

After sitting down on the cushion, the host began to preach.

Zhang Jingtian didn't hear a word he said. He just felt drowsy, as if he was reading a heavenly book.

And he knew that although the host was full of morality and justice, he was essentially a monster.

So he really found it hard to believe what the host said.

After we finally finished talking, the vegetarian meal began.

Zhang Jingtian was taken to the cafeteria. As soon as he entered, he smelled a fragrance coming towards him.

The fragrance wafted out, and Zhang Jingtian couldn't stop drooling.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

Zhang Jingtian found it hard to imagine that these people could make so many delicious dishes using only tofu.

After he put the smooth tofu into his stomach, a horrible thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Jingtian's mind.

That's what this tofu is made of.

He knew clearly that the monks in this temple were not human beings, but ghosts.

After figuring this out, Zhang Jingtian suddenly felt as if something was crawling and struggling in his stomach, trying to tear open his stomach and get out.

When Zhang Jingtian looked down at his bowl, he discovered that what was inside was no longer those lifelike vegetarian dishes, but rotten meat, toe bones, eyeballs and some foul-smelling sauces.

When he saw people around him eating so heartily that their mouths were covered in blood, he felt it was horrible and absurd.

"Why don't you eat? Is it not to your taste?"

The ball-like monk suddenly raised his head and looked at him. He was chewing a human head with hair in his mouth. He swallowed the messy hair like noodles with a slurp.

"No, it's delicious."

Zhang Jingtian was worried that the other party would find out, so he could only pretend that nothing had happened and stuffed the disgusting food in the bowl into his mouth.

The monk then stopped looking at him.

Zhang Jingtian caught a glimpse of several young women following a frail monk towards a small house.

"Want to go take a look?"

At this time, the meatball monk had turned into meat slices, and he had eaten almost half of it.

Zhang Jingtian couldn't imagine how big the other person's belly was.

"Let's go. My senior brother is the most carefree and happy. But the host doesn't like him very much."

Zhang Jingtian followed him as if possessed by some unknown force.

(End of this chapter)