Wang Xiaocao's Fast Travel

Through continuous observation, Wang Xiaocao soon discovered something strange.

Perhaps these ghosts are judging their targets based on the red ribbons?

"Hurry! Tear off the red ribbon and they won't attack." There were many smart people and they quickly noticed the detail that some lucky people were ignored by the ghosts after accidentally dropping the ribbon.

As red ribbons were thrown away one after another, the situation was finally under control.

Countless pairs of surviving eyes were staring at the culprit on the altar, the meaning was self-evident.

The old monk could no longer pretend and stopped chanting. "Buddha, be merciful. Good, good, good. Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Hehe..." Wang Xiaocao leaned against the altar and twitched his lips speechlessly. This old monk was asking questions even though he knew the answer. He was really shameless.

"Old monk, stop pretending. I'm embarrassed for you."

"Tell me, what did you do? What is your purpose?" Wang Xiaocao couldn't stand it anymore and started to make fun of him.

"Amitabha, female donor, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand you?" The old monk clasped his hands together and refused to admit it.

"I was just invited to preside over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. I don't know why it turned out like this." The old monk looked sincere and really confused a few stupid and naive people.

"Master, you don't look like that kind of person. Is there some misunderstanding?"

"I think the master just chanted some sutras. Maybe it really wasn't him."

"Yes, yes, I think he seems to know nothing, it doesn't seem fake."

Wang Xiaocao held his forehead with his hands. How come these people seemed to have been forcibly dumbed down? This old monk didn't look innocent at all. He was almost the culprit. But why was he so fearless? Did he have any other tricks up his sleeve?

Wang Xiaocao stared at the old monk thoughtfully. While she was observing the old monk, in fact, the old monk had noticed her a long time ago.

Wang Xiaocao's performance was too outstanding. When everyone else kept their distance from the altar, she was the only one who noticed something was wrong, causing the old monk to use life-saving means to control the ghosts to deal with her.

In addition, the fact that she was able to remain unharmed by the ghost's attack and was not at all confused by him and remained sober the entire time made this very obvious.

This is a capable man! And it is possible that he will fall flat on his face today.

The old monk was secretly convinced and became even more wary of her. He had never been so embarrassed before. How could he deal with such a difficult person?

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

The only thing to do now is to play dumb.

The old monk admitted defeat. The heaven sacrifice ceremony was a failure. Although it was not the first time, it was the fastest failure. At least, in the worst achievement, at least half of these people should have died.

Unfortunately, sometimes it’s not so easy to extricate yourself at any time.

"Junior brother? It's really you!" A figure slowly approached from the back of the crowd. He was dressed as a monk, and it was Xuan Qing.

"Xuan Qing..." The old monk trembled obviously. He was still the same and had not changed.

It is interesting that an obviously younger monk calls another older monk "junior fellow". If it is just a matter of seniority, it would be easy to explain. But I am afraid it is not that simple.

"Why have you become like this? Are you..." Xuan Qing looked at his old appearance and already had a bad answer in his mind.

"Junior brother, I just want to live." Anything is possible in the horror copy, it depends on your choice, and the old monk has obviously gone astray.

The two were once fellow disciples. Xuan Qing, because of his profound knowledge of Buddhism and high seniority, soon became the abbot's last disciple. Relatively speaking, the old monk was much inferior. However, he was only in his twenties at that time. Who would have thought that he would become like this in just five years of entering the horror copy?

It has been said before that only people who died in real life would be pulled into the horror copy, however, the old monk was an exception.

Our Buddha was very sensitive to this kind of dirty stuff and soon discovered the problem of large-scale disappearance of souls after death in reality. He and Xuanqing were responsible for investigating this matter.

At that time, the two happened to encounter a death incident and were involved in it. When the copy was pulling people, the space was distorted, and the old monk desperately pushed Xuanqing out, but he was trapped in the copy.

A person who was rescued tried every means to enter the copy, wanting to find him; a person who once rescued others embarked on a path of no return in the copy in order to survive.

This is the truth of it all.