My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

three days later.

Outside Liangzhou City, on the northwestern frontier of the Tang Dynasty.

On the vast Gobi Desert, the wind whips up yellow sand, making a howling sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

Deep in this desolate Gobi Desert.

Hidden within is an ancient underground fortress that has been abandoned for hundreds of years.

now.

Deep within the fortress, in that dark and damp underground hall.

It was filled with a strong, cheap sandalwood smell.

The hall was illuminated by eternally glowing green lights.

The eerie light made the several ferocious-looking bodhisattva statues on the high platform appear particularly sinister and terrifying.

Hundreds of Tang Dynasty civilians were forcibly abducted from surrounding villages and towns by a demonic monk using drugs and force.

They were crowded on the cold stone floor.

In a corner of the crowd.

The two "poor siblings," dressed in tattered burlap clothes, their faces smeared with soot, and shivering, were none other than Lu Fei and Lin Qing'er, who had infiltrated the area.

"Clang! Clang!"

The dull, resonant sound of the wooden fish echoed through the hall.

On the high platform.

A dozen or so demonic monks, draped in black robes, were sitting cross-legged.

Sitting in the very center was a demonic monk leader with the Buddhist name "Bitter Sea".

He possessed the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment stage, and his gaunt face was covered with dark red tattoos resembling centipedes, making him look extremely frightening.

"Amitabha."

Master Kuhai slowly opened his eyes.

He circulated his true energy, amplifying his voice through the array, making it explode in the ears of the people like thunder.

"Even the most mundane ants are born with endless sins."

"You people of the Great Tang Dynasty, disrespecting gods and Buddhas, and neglecting your cultivation for the afterlife, will surely fall into the eighteenth level of Avici Hell after death, suffering eternal torment!"

Accompanied by Master Kuhai's seductive threats.

He suddenly formed a hand seal with both hands.

"Buzz!"

The array patterns on the floor of the underground hall lit up instantly.

Immediately afterwards, incredibly realistic, bloody, and terrifying holographic images appeared above the heads of the people.

That's the horrific scene of the Tongue-Pulling Hell!

Those are human heads rolling in a pot of oil!

That was a terrifying sight of countless evil spirits howling in agony amidst the sea of ​​fire!

A chilling wind howled.

Blood mist filled the air.

At this moment, the entire underground Buddhist temple seemed to have truly transformed into a living hell!

in the corner.

Lu Fei looked at the grotesque phantoms of evil spirits above his head.

He showed no fear whatsoever.

He even rolled his eyes inwardly with utter disdain.

"this one?"

Lu Fei secretly used his divine sense to send a voice transmission to his junior sister Lin Qing'er, complaining to her.

"The array circuit of this illusion is set up too crudely. The connection points of spiritual energy are full of flaws."

"Compared to the ultra-high-definition holographic projection that His Highness Prince Wei set up in Chang'an that covered the entire city."

"The illusions created by these bald monks are so poorly rendered they make me want to vomit."

"Even the character models are clipping! Look at that tongue-pulling demon, its hand is twisted into its armpit!"

Lin Qing'er also pursed her lips in agreement.

"Senior brother, don't have such high expectations."

"After all, he's a wicked monk from the countryside who has never seen the advanced cultivation technology of our Great Tang Dynasty."

On the high platform.

Master Kuhai was unaware that two assassins below were vehemently criticizing his skills.

He looked at the terrifying atmosphere he had created with great satisfaction.

Based on his previous missionary experience in other small worlds.

Faced with this terrifying hellish illusion that strikes straight to the soul.

Those ignorant mortals should be terrified out of their wits by now, defecating and urinating uncontrollably.

Then one by one they knelt down on the ground frantically, kowtowing desperately and crying out for Buddha's blessing.

At that time, he only needs to withdraw the illusion.

Then they can legitimately harvest the pure faith power of these hundreds of people!

Tremble! Despair!

Master Kuhai stood up, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly like a savior.

"Only by believing in Buddha and offering your faith!"

"Only then can one escape this boundless sea of ​​suffering and be reborn in the Pure Land!"

"Kneel down! Beg Buddha for forgiveness!"

Master Kuhai closed his eyes, opened his arms, and made a gesture of embracing faith.

He is ready.

Waiting for that wave of rich white faith power to surge into his body.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

The hall was eerily quiet.

There were no heart-wrenching cries.

There was no dull thud of knees hitting the stone slabs.

Not even a trace of faith floated up!

Master Kuhai frowned, a hint of doubt rising in his mind.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Just one glance.

This wicked monk, who had undergone rigorous brainwashing training in a Western Buddhist country, was completely stunned.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets!

All that could be seen was the hall below.

Those hundreds of Tang Dynasty citizens.

Not a single person knelt down.

They didn't even lift their heads!

In the center of a crowd that should have been filled with fear.

"Splash... splash..."

A series of extremely crisp, almost hypnotic, clanging sounds were resounding throughout the hall.

By the light of the ever-burning, pale green lamp.

Master Kuhai saw it clearly.

It was in a dark corner less than ten feet away from him.

Four middle-aged women from Liangzhou, dressed in coarse cloth, somehow produced a small square block carved from stone.

They sat cross-legged on the ground, rubbing the blocks on the stone slab until they flew up.

"Aunt Wang, hurry up and hit it! Stop dawdling!"

A plump middle-aged woman, cracking sunflower seeds in her mouth, impatiently urged him on.

"What's the rush! Can't you see that bald monk up there doing magic tricks? The noise is giving me a headache, I can't even see the cards in my hand!"

Aunt Wang glared at Master Kuhai on the high platform with annoyance.

then.

She slammed a stone in her hand onto the ground with great flair.

"Thirty thousand!"

"Bang! Haha, Aunt Wang, you've got the winning hand! A pure suit!"

Aunt Li across the way excitedly pushed over the stone in front of her, held out her hand, and shouted, "Pay! Pay! Three copper coins, not a penny less!"

"This is weird today! Every time this bald guy starts chanting, I lose at cards!" Aunt Wang cursed as she pulled out a copper coin.

Watching these four people play mahjong right in front of him, in the "hell" he had meticulously prepared!

Master Kuhai's breathing instantly became heavy.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing wildly.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Master Kuhai pointed at the group of elderly women, his voice trembling.