Fuck...Zhang Yuanqing suddenly didn't want to stay in the main hall anymore.
He felt terrified that he was in a desperate situation, and that the sky and the earth were not responding to him.
It was extremely dangerous here, but he couldn't ask for help from the outside world. He could only rely on himself.
After hesitating again and again, he gritted his teeth and leaned over to pull out the skeleton wrapped in work clothes.
Chila~
During the pulling process, the protective clothing was easily torn. Over the years, the clothes had long since rotted away.
Dragging the body under the candlelight, he endured the discomfort and began to examine it.
Although a person is dead, his body can speak. Understanding the cause of death can help you avoid many dangers.
"A few sternum and ribs were broken, and there were fine cracks on the right shoulder, but they were not serious..."
The deceased had suffered severe injuries during his lifetime, but the specific cause of death could not be determined because it was too old.
Then, Zhang Yuanqing found several yellow and brittle pieces of paper from the pockets of the senior workers. They were quite old.
Written in small italics on the paper.
Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. The paper was obviously found in the temple by a senior worker, which helped him understand the situation of this ancient temple.
With the help of candlelight, he concentrated on reading the contents on the paper.
"Another junior fellow apprentice disappeared last night. This is the third disciple in the temple who has disappeared mysteriously. The junior fellow apprentices said that Sandao Mountain is haunted by ghosts, or that there may be demons with profound spiritual knowledge coming to the temple every night.
Catching people to eat, but many disciples in the temple have cultivated their skills, and the master is a real person with a great reputation within a hundred miles. No demon would dare to come here to look for food without opening his eyes.
"As for the ghosts, my corpse-suppressing talisman and soul-summoning talisman are enough to deal with them, so I don't need to bother Master. I have a bad feeling in my heart, so I have to go find Senior Brother to figure it out..."
"Another person is missing today. This is the fifth person. Master asked us to hide it from the pilgrims, otherwise it will affect the incense in the temple. He must know something. Senior brother and I plan to patrol at night...
"
"Three days have passed, during which three more people disappeared, but senior brother and I found no clues, and the night was calm. The ominous premonition in my heart deepened..."
"Elder brother is very strange today. He seems to have discovered something and seems very angry. I asked him, but he didn't tell me. He is not in a good mood. I'd better ask tomorrow."
"The missing person today is... Senior Brother. I searched all over Sandao Mountain and couldn't find him. I, I can't stand it anymore. I'm going to find the master and ask him clearly. The master in the temple
My brothers also supported me because they were also scared..."
The handwriting of this paragraph is a bit illegible, which shows that the owner of the note has a somewhat broken mentality.
Zhang Yuanqing continues to read:
"After my questioning, the master finally agreed to tell me the truth. My hunch was right. He really knew the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the junior brothers. But the master said that there were many people talking during the day, so he would come to the room to look for him after the sun goes down.
I, tell me a huge secret, which is related to the rise and fall of thousands of years."
"After dinner, I waited in the room for the sunset. Ever since someone disappeared at night, I have never looked forward to the sunset so much..."
The content recorded on paper ends here.
No more? This broken chapter makes people a little uncomfortable... Zhang Yuanqing bared his teeth for a while.
He sorted through the information in the paper and found that in a certain year, the disciples of this mountain temple disappeared mysteriously one after another.
The disciples were helpless, and panic spread. And for this matter, the priest in the temple, their master, seemed to know the reason.
This reason is related to a big secret that has been rising and falling for thousands of years.
"The reason for the decline of the mountain temple is unknown. If we find out the source, will we be able to complete the second main task?" Zhang Yuanqing guessed.
He put the brittle paper back into the corpse's protective clothing, pushed the other person back under the table, and then thought about what he would do next.
"There is only so much information about the main temple. Since you want to explore the ancient temple, you must go out. In this case, you must face the dangers in the temple..."
"In the strange stories about Sheling Tunnel, there is a worker who managed to survive. Following his trajectory, we might be able to find a way to survive."
After careful consideration, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the door of the main hall and opened two well-preserved lattice doors.
"Squeak~"
The wooden door shaft makes a tooth-aching sound.
He leaned on the door frame and stuck his head out to look around. It was quiet outside. Apart from being a bit desolate and gloomy, he saw no danger.
After observing for a while, he stepped out of the threshold and walked along the soft stone path on the left side of the main hall towards the backyard of the mountain temple.
The moon was like water, and the grass was undulating. Zhang Yuanqing walked for a minute or two, and a building appeared in front of him.
They were several connected bungalows, forming a large courtyard with black tiles and white walls, a straight roof, and lattice windows and doors under the eaves.
The lattice doors were dusty, open, collapsed, or tightly closed, and the paper used to paper the windows was tattered by the erosion of time.
The moonlight was as bright as frost on the ground. He used the moonlight to glance at the layout of the backyard of the mountain temple.
In addition to the courtyard in front of you, there is also an arched door on the east side. It is a bit like the back house of a wealthy family in movies and TV shows. There will be such an arched door to connect different courtyards.
There is a towering tree planted in the yard next door, with lush and gnarled branches.
"Huh....."
He found several skeletons wrapped in labor protection clothing in the yard with rolling grass.
Carefully approached and inspected carefully. Each skeleton was seriously damaged, with a broken bone under the labor insurance suit. But except for the one in the main hall, the shoulder bones of the skeletons here were well preserved and had no cracks.
"These people suffered terrible injuries before they died, and died miserably..."
A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves rustled. Vaguely, Zhang Yuanqing heard the rustling sound brought by the wind, mixed with a weeping whisper:
"Help, help..."
In this desolate and silent night, cold sweat broke out on Zhang Yuanqing's back.
He stood stiffly in place for a while, and the wind stopped, and the wailing whispers also stopped with the wind.
The courtyard next door seemed a bit dangerous, but the things inside didn't come over... He let out a silent breath, stepped on the grass all over the courtyard, and walked into the eaves, intending to explore this courtyard.
This seems to be the place where the disciples in the temple live. There are old and dusty furniture piled up, and there is a faint smell of decay in the air.
Zhang Yuanqing explored the rooms one by one, but found nothing special until he opened the eastmost lattice door.
"Creak~"
The door that had been covered in dust for who knows how many years was pushed open again, and dust fell. Zhang Yuanqing patted the dust on his shoulders and scanned every corner of the room warily.
In this room that had been abandoned for many years, there was a corpse leaning against the wall by the window, lying there crookedly.
From the clothing and the fallen miner's hat, we can infer that he is another senior.
After crossing the threshold and entering the room, Zhang Yuanqing shivered and inexplicably felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a lot.
"a little cold......"
He cautiously leaned towards the corpse, took off his tattered clothes, and observed the skeleton of the corpse as usual. This time, he did not see any broken bones. The skeleton was well preserved.
But when he turned his gaze to the shoulder bones of the corpse, his pupils froze. There were exaggerated cracks on the shoulder bones of the corpse.
This was the same as the crack on the shoulder of the corpse in the main hall, but the difference was that the corpse in front of him suffered more serious injuries.
"Only the shoulder bones of the one in the room and the one in the main hall were broken. Is it a coincidence?" He said to himself uneasily.
Then, Zhang Yuanqing discovered that the corpse's trouser pockets were bulging, as if something was hidden.
He reached out and took out a yellowed ancient book, a dusty bronze mirror, and a yellow paper charm from the deceased's trouser pocket.
The yellow paper talisman is painted with cinnabar with twisted lines, somewhat similar to runes. These lines converge into a traditional Chinese character for "corpse".
While examining the yellow paper talisman, a fluorescent blue message appeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing's eyes:
[Name: Corpse Suppression Talisman]
[Type: Consumables]
[Function: Corpse suppression]
[Introduction: The talisman made by the powerful Night Walker God is the nemesis of all corpses and femininities. Pasting it on the forehead of the fetus can complete the seal. 】
[Note: It can only be used once.]
The fluorescent blue information is a bit like his attribute panel. It is obvious that this is a prompt given by the "Spiritual Realm".
This is the first time Zhang Yuanqing has seen such a prompt since he entered the strange ancient temple.
"It should be an important item." Zhang Yuanqing folded it, put it into the pocket of his jacket, and zipped it up.
After thinking for a while, he opened the zipper again.
Because he remembered a plot in a martial arts novel, where a certain swordsman with superb swordsmanship liked to wrap his sword in a cloth strip and carry it on his back.
One day, a challenger challenged the swordsman to a challenge while he was eating.
Then there will be no more swordsmen.
The cause of death was that it was inconvenient to remove the cloth strips...
Zhang Yuanqing then picked up the ancient book and the bronze mirror, but no relevant information emerged.
He first put the bronze mirror aside, and carefully opened the book with rolled-up footers that was yellow and brittle.
It reads:
"It has been two and a half years since I joined the Sandaoshan Empress Temple. I have already learned to read and write. The senior brother said that when the master returns the souls of the dead and returns to the mountain, he can officially introduce me to the practice of swallowing the moon and nourishing the soul. This is to become a night wandering god.
The way to get started.”
"The King of Yan rebelled, and the smoke spread everywhere. As the strongest person in the Songfu Yeyoushen lineage, the master had to go down the mountain to save the dead. Otherwise, the war would not be decided, the evil would happen again, and the people would be even more uneasy..."
Zhang Yuanqing felt some pain in his shoulder, rubbed it, and initially judged that this was an essay, that is, a diary.
The contents of the diary are all the 'author's' experiences of practicing and living in the temple. According to the handwriting, this diary and the paper on the corpse in the main hall came from the same source.
Through words such as "King Yan's Rebellion", the timeline is the history of the Jingnan Campaign.
But he was not sure whether this temple really existed in history, because the content of the essay contained words such as "cultivation", "night wandering god", "tuna technique", "talisman" and other unclear and powerful words.
Zhang Yuanqing stretched his aching shoulders, glanced at the room vigilantly, listened to the movement outside, and continued reading the essay after confirming that there was nothing abnormal.
Soon, he turned to the follow-up to the content of the main hall. The first few pages were torn out, and the follow-up content read:
"As the sun set and it finally got dark, I heard a knock on the door and hurriedly opened the door. The person standing outside the door was not Master, but the senior brother who disappeared last night."
"The senior brother who has been missing for a day and a night is back, but I don't feel any joy because... he is already dead, and what comes back is a corpse. His chest is dripping with blood, and his heart is dug out by someone."
"Elder brother stared at me and said: Don't believe Master..."
These few paragraphs are written crookedly. You can imagine that the author of the essay was in a state of mind when he wrote this content.
When Zhang Yuanqing turned to the next page, he found that there was no follow-up to the note. The owner of the diary had never written a diary again.
"Hey...what do you mean, don't believe Master?"
Zhang Yuanqing was shocked by this reversal and felt chills in his heart.
Was it Miao Zhu who killed that senior brother? He was also the culprit for the disappearance of his disciples one after another? Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his shoulders, put the booklet back into the body's pocket, then picked up the bronze mirror and was about to leave.
But when he accidentally glanced at the bronze mirror from the corner of his eye, his body suddenly stiffened.
The moonlight was like water, projecting on the mirror. His appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, and on his back, there was a person lying on his back.
The man's face was pale, his lips were deep purple, and he had a pair of white pupils. His head was resting on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, and his white pupils were staring at him deathly.
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ps: This book has supernatural elements, but it is not mainly about the supernatural. Readers who don’t like the supernatural can rest assured.
