I stack buffs in a weird world!

Zhao Wen stood on the official road at the foot of Qingyang Mountain with a gloomy face. He chased along the road to Qingyang Temple, but he didn't catch up with Zhang Yang.

"Could it be that the boy can fly?" Zhao Wen frowned and said to himself.

Logically speaking, even if he can fly, he should have caught up with his speed. The other party is just an inferior awakener, how can he be so fast.

He looked up at Qingyang Temple on Qingyang Mountain, "Did the boy really go in?

Humph... I must avenge my brother, I must go up and take a look."

Zhao Wen made up his mind, and the red hair behind him surged out, forming a pair of strange wings, carrying him directly to Qingyang Temple.

Half an hour later, a huge noise broke out in Qingyang Temple, mixed with some strange roars.

It can be vaguely seen that a wall of Qingyang Temple has collapsed.

Not long after, Zhao Wen staggered down the mountain, his left arm was empty, and blood kept dripping.

The red hair on his back also drooped weakly.

"Wu Laoer... you dare to lie to me!" Zhao Wen covered his left arm and roared in a low voice.

There was no such person as Zhang Yang in Qingyang Temple. He was beaten by Qingming, the old bald donkey, and one of his arms was broken.

Even if Wu Jingming protected him this time, he would have to talk to Wu Laoer!

Zhao Wen turned his head viciously and glanced at Qingyang Temple, and hurried back.

......

Zhang Yang had swallowed the Thousand-Handed Demon Monk's Demon Eye with nausea, and after experiencing some pain, he looked at his panel.

Name: Zhang Yang

Pupil Awakener (Level 0)

Bloodline: None

Abilities: Mist Detection (D), Weakness Identification (D), Illusion Weaving (C), Parasitism (C)

Magic Powers: None

Evolution Direction: Blood Illusion Pupil (Thousand-Handed Demon Monk Magic Pupil + Earth Shadow Stone + Pure Fire)

Measurements: Strength 20; Spirit 6; Constitution 10;

BUFF: Immune BUFF (196 days, 0 hours, 2 minutes.)

Miscellaneous: Magic Buddha Zen Words +10, Dark Hand +50

"Hmm? Parasitism?"

He knew about illusion weaving, as it was in the magic pupil, but the extra parasitic ability made him a little curious.

"Quack quack quack~" The raven on the branch caught Zhang Yang's attention.

His mind moved, and the blood pupil on his forehead turned, looking straight at the raven.

The raven's eyes instantly changed from black to red, and it fell into the illusion.

Then Zhang Yang waved his hand, and the raven flew down and landed directly on his palm.

Gently stroking the raven's feathers, his mind focused, and a blood pupil squeezed the feathers on the raven's abdomen and appeared in front of him.

"How strange!"

Zhang Yang instantly felt that he could see two visions, one for him and one for the raven.

And with the dual blessing of parasitism and illusion, he could completely control the actions of the raven.

"Flutter~" The raven flew directly from his palm into the sky.

Through the blood pupil under the raven's abdomen, he could see the movements within a radius of dozens of miles, and even see Qingyang Mountain in the distance.

Controlling the raven to continue flying forward, various strange scenes continued to appear under the moon.

"Huh? That is..."

Under the cliff, there was a layer of corpses, some of which had rotted, and some had weathered into bones.

Because there were too many corpses, there was a faint movement, and it seemed that evil spirits had been born among them.

"Is this... under the cliff of Qingyang Mountain?"

At this time, the sound of the wooden fish in the main hall of Qingyang Temple suddenly stopped, and Abbot Qingming looked up into the air.

Zhang Yang felt a palpitation and quickly controlled the raven to return.

"Master... is there something wrong?"

The little monk looked at Abbot Qingming tremblingly.

"Well, nothing."

Abbot Qingyang retracted his gaze, "I'm just a little hungry..."

The little monk's face was pale, "Master, spare..."

Under the candlelight in the main hall, Qingming turned into a terrifying monster, and directly grabbed the little monk and stuffed him into his big mouth.

A chewing sound came, and then the sound of the wooden fish sounded again.

It was not until he left the range of Qingyang Temple that the bloody eye under the belly of the raven squeezed out again.

"Huhu... There is a great horror in Qingyang Temple!"

Zhang Yang was panting, and he was now a little hesitant whether to go to Qingyang Temple.

He looked carefully at the divination of the fortune.

[The fortune is a small disaster. After leaving the city, go to Qingyang Temple, a hundred miles south of the city, and you can worship Qingming, the abbot of Qingyang Temple, as your master and get temporary peace. But the road is bumpy and dangerous, and you may die. 】

"In other words, it is temporarily safe to go to Qingyang Temple?"

After thinking carefully, he still chose to go to Qingyang Temple, after all, it is safer there.

If he wanders around in the wild now, if he really encounters a powerful evil spirit, he will probably become their food.

After finding the right direction, Zhang Yang no longer hesitated and walked directly towards the direction of Qingyang Mountain. The ravens in the sky also alertedExploring the road ahead.

He ran to the mountain until Qingyang was high up, and Zhang Yang finally arrived at Qingyang Mountain panting.

Walking along Qingyang Mountain, Zhang Yang met a group of monks with strange looks.

They were called monks, but some of them had hair, and they were not very old, and the oldest was about the same age as him.

But each of them was indeed horrible, with horns on their heads and dark faces, which was normal. Some of them had abscesses and tumors on their bodies, and some even had extra organs.

Zhang Yang frowned, and walked by these people. He clearly felt that the blood pupil in the vertical scar on his forehead was restlessly agitated.

"Brother, is Qingyang Temple in front? Abbot Qingming..."

Zhang Yang grabbed a man who looked good. This man was not very old, and there was a small "flesh hole" on his bare arm, and there were worms crawling faintly inside.

"I don't know, get out of here!"

The young monk looked at Zhang Yang with disgust and cursed.

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned, and reached out to pat the monk's shoulder, "Brother, don't be so angry..."

"Take your hand away!" the monk shouted angrily.

The small opening on the arm began to emit thick black gas, and also exuded a disgusting smell.

"Okay, okay, don't be impulsive."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and smiled with the corners of his mouth curved.

"Hmph~" The monk snorted coldly and continued to walk down the mountain, "I don't know where this bastard came from, nine out of ten are here to burn incense. Can he see Qingyang Abbot?"

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled evilly, looking at the monk's back and snapping his fingers.

"Ah~ What is this?"

The monk looked at the blood pupils on his arm that kept squeezing out the flesh and skin, and in a short time they had filled his whole body.

Even the "flesh opening" on the arm was deformed by the blood pupils.

"Not good... Senior Brother has changed!"

Instantly, the monk was directly attacked by the blood pupil, slowly became a unconscious flesh and blood, and fell limply to the ground.

"Parasitism? Not bad, very useful."

Zhang Yang smiled, whistled and walked towards Qingyang Temple.

An hour later, Zhang Yang stood in front of the temple gate.

Looking at the couplet in front of the door, "Looking down on all living beings, can't end the suffering of the world; looking up to the sky and sighing, can't save the people."

'What a big tone! '

"Donor, are you here to burn incense and pray?"

The little monk came forward and asked in a low voice.

"Well... I'm here to become a disciple. May I ask if Abbot Qingming is here?"

When the little monk heard this, he immediately stood up from his slightly bent waist, put one hand together, and stretched out the other hand to Zhang Yang and said: "Donor, Buddha has saved people!"

Zhang Yang looked up at the couplet and suddenly felt extremely ironic!