"How can there be a cockcrow in this ruined temple?"

Last time the three of them entered the village and searched it carefully, but except for the black crow, there was not a single living thing. As Uncle San was wondering, Fu Shiyi suddenly remembered something:

She and her grandfather discovered this ruin after following the chicken thief.

"Uncle San, the invisible chicken thief we couldn't find last time is probably hiding in this ruined temple."

"Then you have to go in and take a look."

Sanbo entered the ruined temple first. After all, he would stay here permanently in the future. It would be better to clarify some things early.

They searched around the yard in front and back, but only found a few fallen Huoyun chicken feathers on the floor of the second wing, with some residual warmth still remaining on the chicken feathers.

It means that the chicken thief should be hiding in this wing.

The penthouse is not big, only about ten square meters, and there is a black coffin on two long benches.

Besides, there is nothing else.

"Go!"

Sanbo made a hand seal with both hands, and several wind blades instantly circled around the coffin and cut back and forth several times.

Nothing unusual.

Could it be that this chicken thief is hiding in this coffin?

Uncle San silently made a gesture to Fu Shiyi. Fu Shiyi nodded, flicked his hand, wrapped the coffin cover in green vines, and threw it to the ground.

"Clang"

The moment the wooden planks of the coffin lid fell to the ground, several wind blades from Sanbo followed.

Disappointing.

The chicken thief is not hiding in the coffin.

"Strange, could this chicken thief be able to escape?"

Just as Fu Shiyi was muttering, Xiao Huang suddenly flew out of his sleeve, circled around the coffin, and then plunged into the coffin, disappearing instantly.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up.

Obviously, this coffin is a portal!

As soon as Fu Shiyi took steps towards the coffin, he was held back by San Bo: "I'll go in first. If I don't come out after a quarter of an hour, you can go in again."

Fu Shishi nodded and agreed, feeling warm in his heart.

The third uncle jumped towards the coffin and disappeared. After a quarter of an hour, Fu Shiyi saw that the third uncle did not come out, so he followed suit and jumped into the coffin. Before Fu Shiyi could stand still, he heard "

The sound of running water.

Stop and take a look:

All he saw in front of him was a small river less than ten meters wide.

There is an ancient bluestone bridge covered with moss across the river.

There is a red candle placed at each of the four corners of the ancient bridge.

The candlelight was swaying with the night wind, like four will-o'-the-wisps trembling in the night sky.

Fu Shiyi couldn't help but shudder, glanced at the yellowed ingot paper money scattered on the river bank, pointed to the two shiny hens in front of the small copper cauldron in the center of the bridge and said: "San Bo,

That Huoyun Chicken should belong to our family, right?"

"Not bad."

The third uncle nodded solemnly:

"The land guards the bank, and the river god guards the river. If the ghost wants to cross the Yangjian Bridge, someone must call the soul to lead the way across it. It seems that the chicken thief wants to summon the ghost here!"

Summon ghosts?!

After death, does the soul really still exist?

Then do the Nine Hells of Underworld mentioned in the Miscellany of Cultivation also exist?

"Eleven, this is the second-level concentration talisman. When you cross the bridge, if you find something wrong, you can stick it on your body."

Fu Shiyi took the concentration talisman handed over by his third uncle, but his heart was pounding. He always felt that there was something strange about this place. Seeing that his third uncle had already stepped onto the ancient bluestone bridge, he immediately followed suit.

The two of them were almost halfway there.

The incense stick stuck on the small bronze tripod in the center of the bridge suddenly burst into flames. Green smoke rose, and the other side of the river, which had been shrouded in darkness, gradually became brighter.

Unexpectedly, at the end of the bridge is a stone door.

The stone gate is closed.

"San Bo, how about we go back?"

Fu Shiyi felt a little uneasy, but as soon as he finished speaking, a sad chanting sound suddenly came from inside the stone gate:

"The road illuminated by fire becomes a river of tears,

The banks of the Forgotten River are so cold.

Right and wrong do not cross the Wangchuan River,

Meeting Po Meng at the Wangxiang Terrace."

At first it was just as thin as a mosquito, but it became clear and audible as he breathed. Fu Shiyi couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. At this time, the stone door slowly opened with a "squeak" sound.

"Third... Third Uncle, shall we enter?"

"Since the owners inside are all open to welcome guests, we have no reason to shrink back on the spot. Let's go, just follow me."

When Fu Shiyi heard this, he had no choice but to slap the Concentration Talisman on his body and step out of the stone gate. Behind the stone gate was a 2,000-square-meter dojo. In the center of the dojo, there seemed to be a round stone suspended in black air.
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"What is this?"

Fu Shiyi was wondering.

A black shadow suddenly hit him head-on. Fu Shiyi was startled. Before he could react, he felt a broom flash in front of his eyes.

"Meow!"

The black shadow let out an unwilling roar and landed on the top of a big tree next to the dojo. He glanced at the man in black holding a broom with fear, his eyes flashed green, and his limbs flicked powerfully.

, the branches swayed and disappeared into the dark night in the blink of an eye.

"There are still people here?!"

Fu Shiyi murmured in his heart, glanced at the man in black with his back to them, and saw that he was wearing a bun with gray hair, so he mustered up the courage to say: "Mother-in-law, thank you for your help just now, may I ask you

What do you call it?"

The man in black didn't speak, he just lowered his head and swept the fallen leaves under the steps of the stone gate.

Fu Shiyi and San Bo looked at each other, thought for a while, walked around in front of the man in black, bowed and said: "Mother-in-law, we just followed a chicken thief here. We don't mean to offend. Could you please tell us where this place is?"

Where?"

The only reply to Fu Shiyi was the sound of "rustling" sweeping the floor. Seeing that Fu Shiyi couldn't ask, he walked aside because the mother-in-law in black had already swept under her feet.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

The sound came from the round stone in the center of the dojo.

"Bang bang!"

Two more sounds.

Fu Shiyi took a closer look and saw that the round stone was jutting out, as if something was trapped inside, and he was beating the stone wall hard, trying to escape from it.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More violent vibrations came from the boulder.

The stone slabs in the entire dojo began to shake, and they became more and more violent, and the banging and banging sounds were endless.

The dojo, which was originally peaceful and quiet at night, suddenly experienced a strong wind. The leaves were swaying, and Fu Shiyi's clothes were blown loudly.

It seems that the round stone is not a good kind!

Fu Shiyi and Uncle San retreated again and again. When they wanted to go back, the stone door closed with a creak, and the old woman in black sweeping the floor slowly raised her head.

"This..."

What he saw underneath his black clothes was a skeleton.

Fu Shiyi was startled, but saw the black-clad skeleton leaping up, leaving afterimages around the dojo. Then suddenly the Buddha's light brightened in the sky, and a burst of mantras sounded.

The struggling Pebble paused for a second.

"Roar!"

A terrifying sound wave burst out from inside, and the stone slabs on the dojo were instantly knocked away.
Chapter completed!