A thin figure in linen took advantage of the dim sky to quietly touch Lutai. He walked along the inconspicuous corners of the tall loft of Lutai carefully avoided the patrolling guards and walked out of the palace.

When he arrived at a place where the guards did not notice, he picked up the corners of his trousers and skirts, staggered forward with his bare feet.

In fact, a slave is even extravagant to run. There is no thick humus layer of deciduous woodland, nor the flat and soft soil on the plains. The palace garden is full of shrubs, raised roots and stones. If you run faster, you will stab your feet.

Not to mention, in order to prevent the slaves and untouchables from secretly running into the garden, the King of Yiqu ordered people to sprinkle a lot of sharp gravel here. Anyway, the nobles and guards were wearing felt shoes on their feet, which were warm and comfortable, and could run freely in the gravel fields, catching up with the unhurried slaves like the wind and chopping off their heads.

But the figure seemed to have no time to care about the gravels that might scratch his feet. He staggered and trotted all the way and found a hidden place where there was a Quanrong man in the guard costume waiting there.

When the guard saw the figure, he hurriedly met and whispered: "Have you brought the thing out?"

The thin slave bowed and showed a flattering color and said, "Bring it! The king ordered people to take care of him. The slave bribed the guards on duty and made some of them. They were all newly picked and dried good goods, not those that were taken off to the ground and withered to fool you."

"Take it out and take a look!" The guard scolded, and when he saw that he was hesitating, he became more severe.

The thin slave had no choice but to take out his arms, and the little thing wrapped in white cloth was dark golden, and the dried mandala flowers shrank into balls, like scattered gold particles, piled together, emitting a rich fragrance. The guard greedily approached the mandala and sniffed deeply.

The thin slave looked at him with distress, as if he sucked away the weight of millet, but he did not dare to stop it. However, the guard knew that the matter was serious and quickly wrapped it again.

He weighed the dried mandala flowers and said sternly: "Why is this little less than half a kilogram this time? This mandala flower has dried it, about two baht. Have you only collected 120 mandala flowers in the past few days? You said... did you hide it privately!"

"I dare not!" The thin slave's legs became weak when he heard this and said in horror: "I will never dare to disobey the order of the great wizard. But the king investigated harshly and ordered the close guards to make the mandala flower according to the plant. There are numbers of golden flowers blooming on each mandala!"

"The day before yesterday, the king executed a slave who stole flowers. Now the mandala is controlled by the guards in the palace. We have to curry favor with bribes to hide some. Each plant dares not steal too much. They are picking up the gaps in the fingers of the noble guards."

"Then the fake king is so scheming?" The guard said in shock and angrily. The smuggling of mandala from the palace was extremely important, and it was related to the great wizard's importance to him. If this line is tightened again, then the future will not be optimistic in front of the great wizard. How can we stand out?

The slave next to him said angrily: "It was the Middle-earth merchant who offered advice. He asked the king for his arbitrary power and wanted to pack all the mandala flowers in Lutai, and he was allowed to sell them alone. The king was quite shaken and was still considering it!"

The guard sneered when he heard this: "These Middle-earth people will definitely not make them feel better after the great wizard seizes the throne!"

After packing the dried mandala flowers wrapped in white cloth, the guard lowered his head and turned around for a few times, then walked out of the palace and headed straight to a mansion in the city. After entering the mansion, he handed over the things to a wizard and then took the leave. The wizard carefully held the things and came out of a main hall.

The great wizard Juyan looked at a wizard apprentice with a gloomy face, poured the dark golden mandala dried flowers in the white palette into the golden bottle. Most of the bottles were piled up, and the pile of mandala flowers inside was like scattered gold, emitting charming dark golden light. Juyan stretched out his hand and carried the golden bottle. He smiled angrily at the great wizards below who were staring at the golden bottle greedily, saying, "Just like this little witch medicine, are you satisfied?"

He sternly said, "There is a mandala witch medicine that is tens of millions of times more than this in the hands of the fake king. Can we just pick up what he misses and fight for it like a dog?"

The Great Wizard Juyan reached in and grabbed a handful of loose gold. He used a little force in his hand and crushed the withered and shrunk into the size of soybeans into powder. He leaned in front of his nose and took a deep breath. The tiny dark golden dust was sucked into the nose. Before a few breaths, the Great Wizard Juyan's eyes changed.

His muddy and dull eyes suddenly lit up, as if injected with powerful thoughts. He felt that his spiritual sense, which had become dull due to witchcraft, ghosts, ghosts, obscene and toxins, became sharper again, and the touch of his skin became sensitive, and his consciousness became clear and divergent.

"What a magical medicine!" The great wizard Juyan sighed.

"The heroic spirits of our ancestors communicate with us through this. They can help us listen and see the traces of ghosts and gods everywhere. With their power, they can make us keen and sank into the spiritual realm, and contact those great and immortal powers. Seeing the souls and enlightening ghosts and gods."

Ju Yan sighed, "That's why you are so urgent, greedy, want to get this spiritual medicine, and make it a witch medicine that breaks through the realm, pleases the gods, and increases magic power."

"This kind of magic medicine can be used by wizards to communicate with ghosts and gods, and the warriors can use infinite abilities and be braver. Even those slaves will be smarter when they use it. It can increase wisdom, make us more sensitive to the will of ghosts and gods, and even make the warriors more flexible, powerful, and replenish their energy and physical strength."

"But this kind of treasure!" Juyan's great wizard said angrily: "It actually controls the idiots and wastes of Quangao family and controls it in the hands of the pseudo king Yiqu. The pseudo king even bakes a lot of spiritual fragrance in a hall in the palace with fire, allowing the wonderful scent of mandala to fill the room. With those stupid and corrupt nobles, they seek pleasure and enjoy it freely in the hall, which is called the Pure Land Club."

"This has attracted many powerful people to King Yiqiu!" A great wizard added: "Many tribes have no interest in ancestors and ghosts and gods! Some nobles who have been to the Pure Land of Bliss told me that in the Pure Land, they can only live up to being noble people in this life if they hear the wonderful scenery of the Pure Land of Bliss and indulge in pleasure."

"What's the point of living like those slaves and untouchables?"

"And the nobles who have smelled the fragrance of mandala from the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure Land of the Pure

"Hahaha!" These words aroused a sarcastic laughter in this secret room.

Ju Yan sneered, "It's the liar who held a bottle and showed people his Pure Land everywhere? Does anyone believe him talking nonsense?"

As soon as Ju Yan finished speaking, all laughter stopped and the great wizards became silent.

Ju Yan laughed a few times, then snorted coldly: "There are still many people who believe that they do not believe in their ancestors and ghosts, but believe in the nonsense of a barbarian from a Western ghost man, and detailed the so-called reincarnation and the Pure Land of the West. Even if these things were copied by the barbarian a few days ago! Even if he said this today, he would slap his mouth tomorrow and change his words. But some people still believe him and believe it without doubt."

"Maybe we can also make up our own Pure Land!" said a wizard:

He boldly made this suggestion, thinking that he would receive rebuttals from several great wizards, but surprisingly, no great wizard spoke, so after receiving this silent encouragement, the secret room began to discuss in a low voice how to adapt the statement.

The silent Juyan sighed silently, and he didn't know that he was digging his own foundation.

But after taking Mandala, Juyan believed in the Pure Land where the sky grew, and believed in the infinite things of Pure Land in the Pure Land! If there was no Pure Land of Pure Land, how could a strange flower like Mandala be bloomed? The nobles of Yiqu Kingdom were wizards, who were obsessed with the unrestrained and free happiness after sucking Mandala, and then they yearned for the Pure Land of Pure Land where this strange flower grew.

Since the Pure Land exists, then after death, who doesn’t want to enter the Pure Land and enjoy endless happiness?

This is why several great wizards dare not obstruct the theory of the Pure Land and dare not offend the Amitabha Buddha who opened up the Pure Land... They also die.

In the picture of the Heavenly Demon Pure Bliss, Chen Ang looked at the souls that had just come. These were all old nobles in Yiqu City. Every winter, it was the day when aging people passed the barrier. Winter was the time when vitality was converging and blood was dormant. Therefore, passing winter was like passing the barrier. After a winter, when spring was warm and flowers bloomed and vitality sprouted, most elderly people with aging and weak minds could face the winter of the next year.

These nobles were the elderly who could not stand. Thanks to the current cause of the mandala flooding in Yiqu City, they said goodbye to the world without any pain.

Entering a true hell.

"Turn these souls to World No. 76 and prepare for the Styx corruption experiment." Chen Ang smiled slightly, showing a smiling face comparable to the gentle smiles that medical students showed to rabbits and mice.

"It's still the beginning, there are too few experimental resources! There are too few! When the Pure Land Sect prospers, everyone chants the Buddha's name and enters the Pure Land, all my tens of thousands of experimental projects will be started!" Chen Ang sighed and said, "The soul quality of these mandalas is too poor. They can only be used to perform the corruption experiment of the Styx River, study the soul ecology after the corrupted soul, and waste utilization."

"When those practitioners with strong will and strong souls come in, I can start the project of torture and torture in hell and fission of the soul will!" Chen Ang's voice was faintly regretful.
Chapter completed!