I walked around the entire temple and couldn't find any way in except the main door.
When Aiur and I came to the gate of the temple, we found a strange corpse lying on the ground.
The corpse was naked, dry and emaciated, with only a bright yellow turban on its head that was still fresh and bright.
But when Aiur tried to pull off the yellow turban, he found that the turban had grown firmly into the corpse's head.
I instantly remembered some rumors on the grassland.
It is said that Huangtian Dao once had a lost Taoist technique. As long as you wrap a yellow turban around your head, you can become an invulnerable and powerful yellow turban warrior.
Is the corpse in front of me the legendary Yellow Turban Warrior?
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The second day after arriving at the temple.
After a night's rest with Aiur, I decided to officially enter the temple.
I asked Aiur to wait for me at the gate, and walked into the temple alone holding the crescent moon.
The internal structure of the temple is very strange, with winding corridors and winding corridors everywhere.
I feel like I have walked into the huge intestines of some monster. If I don't pay attention, I will get lost in it.
I can only go back to the gate before dark and try to spend a few more days exploring.
Outside the temple in darkness, the cold wind at night blew through the mountain peaks, like a ghost crying.
Aiur and I could only build a house out of ice blocks and huddled together in it to keep warm.
Fortunately, I brought her with me this time.
There is something special about hugging a warm banshee outside the scary and eerie castle.
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The sixth day after arriving at the temple.
After these few days of hard work, I have explored the temple more deeply.
The deeper I went, the less and less light there was, and the darkness in front of me became darker and darker.
The structure deep inside the temple is also even weirder. There are strange spaces everywhere that are beyond human imagination, and various topsy-turvy staircases, corridors, and courtyards.
Sometimes I don't even know whether I am going up or down.
In addition to these, there are also those yellow scarf warriors who always linger in the depths of the temple.
They were withered and thin like mummies, with their heads wrapped in yellow turbans. They kept wandering in the depths of the temple, muttering some incomprehensible and crazy words.
I tried to communicate with them, but found that they would attack everything they saw.
The strength of these yellow scarf warriors is comparable to that of warriors in the third realm or even the fourth realm. The dry skin and flesh on their bodies is like a layer of iron armor.
They will only stop if the yellow scarves on their heads are cut off.
In this increasingly dark and cold temple, in order to save energy, I can only try to avoid them.
But I still took a piece of yellow scarf out and put it together with the one at the door.
I plan to do some research in the future to see if I can create my own Yellow Turban Lux.
Just like that... I tried hard to memorize the route, expand the scope of exploration, go deeper and deeper into the temple, and deeper and deeper into the dark center.
Only by returning to the warm embrace of Aiwuir every night can I regain my peace.
On one side is the eerie temple, on the other side is the cute and warm banshee.
It's really exciting.
I suggested that Aiur and I go to the temple to play together, but unfortunately she refused.
It’s a pity… it’s a pity….
What a pity.
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The eighteenth day after arriving at the temple.
The interior of the temple is much larger than what appears from the outside.
I suspect this temple leads to the iceberg below.
And where the iceberg leads, I don’t know.
Not even a trace of light can be seen in the depths, showing an absolute darkness.
From time to time, strange sounds came from the depths of the darkness, unlike the cries of any animal in the world...it made people feel numb.
In such darkness, even I find it difficult to continue exploring.
When I returned to the igloo that day, I looked at the yellow scarf I brought from the temple and thought about what to do next.
It is too dangerous to continue exploring, so I decided to leave here if I still have no results from my exploration tomorrow.
Looking at the yellow scarf in front of me, I found that it was not pure yellow, but had a mysterious pattern.
The pattern looked extremely deep and seemed to contain some strange magic power, which calmed my spirit.
An impulse suddenly surged in my heart, and I wanted to try putting the yellow scarf on my head.
Aiur's hug interrupted my thoughts.
It's better to go to bed first and talk about anything tomorrow.
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The nineteenth day of arriving at the temple.
I was awakened by Aiur's crazy words.
At first I thought she wanted it early in the morning, but then I saw her trying to put the headscarf on her head.
I suddenly realized...this might turn her into a yellow scarf warrior.
Although the Yellow Turban Warriors seem to be special...but now is not the time.
I stopped her and destroyed those headscarves... Until I don't have enough strength to resist the temptation of these evil things, I'd better let them stay in this temple.
I start my final exploration today.
I found a hall I'd never seen before.
I swear I have clearly recorded the paths around this hall. This hall never existed here in the past.
But it just showed up.
The hall was filled with corpses dressed in yellow robes and frozen like ice sculptures.
They all faced the center of the hall, seemingly performing some kind of prayer.
In the center of the hall is a dragon's skeleton.
I wanted to take some dragon bones back, but an instinctive aversion to cold prevented me from doing so.
This instinctive feeling has saved my life countless times on the grassland, and I plan to follow this instinct this time.
I explored the entire hall, and finally found a stone tablet under the dragon bone, with a strange incantation engraved on it, a incantation that I could not remember.
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Chu Qiguang and Qiao Zhi finally saw the last part of the diary. Just when Qiao Zhi couldn't wait to turn the page, Chu Qiguang said, "Are you sure you want to read it? It may be dangerous."
Qiao Zhi was extremely anxious: "What are you afraid of! After all, I am also a fairy among cats! It's just a few spells, can you still make me possessed?"
Chu Qiguang nodded and continued reading, and saw that the incantation recorded by Yi Siman was:
"Beyond the four directions above and below, the emperor of the past and present."
"The Supreme Being who has existed in the past, exists now, and will exist in the future."
"May your name be exalted, may your kingdom come, and may your will be done on earth."
"Like that distant world of Emperor Tian, that wonderful place in the darkness..."
The moment he watched the entire film of the mantra, Chu Qiguang found that he had forgotten the content of the mantra.
Qiao Zhi on the other side is still trying to watch it over and over again, trying to guess the origin and function of this spell while constantly reading and forgetting.
Chu Qiguang felt a surge of grace flow out of the Ring of Foolishness as he read the entire notebook, and passed into his eyes with a rumble.
An inexplicable memory rippled through his mind.
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The contaminated soul of the seeker.
It is said that a seeker once witnessed the way of heaven.
In order to guide those who came after him and to spread the name of the great beings,
Even the pollution of heaven can be tolerated.
Therefore, his soul can guide those who come after him to pursue the traces of Tao.
And in the eyes of the seeker, the soul of the seeker can also reside.