Before the three people could move, several clouds of black mist floated over. As soon as the black mist floated in front of the three people's eyes, it dispersed immediately.
The three of them were instantly shrouded in black mist. Qiu Shuiyue took out a few pieces of paper money, lit them, and threw them out.
The burning firelight was actually green, illuminating several pale faces in the black mist.
Several ghosts divided the money and quickly floated towards the mountains.
As soon as they saw the ghost leaving, the three of them quickened their pace and walked towards the Dihuang Temple.
The three of them walked for about an hour and finally got out of the foggy area. Although the sky was still very gloomy, they could finally see the road clearly.
Hurrying slowly, the three of them finally arrived at the Dihuang Temple before the sun set.
The Dihuang Temple is large in scale and the architecture is antique, like a gorgeous palace. It looks strange and abrupt in this deep mountain and old forest.
What's even more weird is that the Dihuang Temple is very cold, and there are wisps of black air surrounding the Dihuang Temple.
Shancha walked slowly over. The temple was obviously old. The red paint on the walls had fallen off and the plaque on the temple door fell to the ground.
Although the Dihuang Temple is dilapidated, it is very clean. There is no snow or weeds around, not even spider webs.
Shancha pushed open the temple door and walked in with two people. They saw hundreds of lipstick coffins neatly arranged in the main hall.
In front of each coffin is an incense bowl and a white candle.
"Second uncle, when did the Dihuang Temple become a righteous village?"
The old man looked at these coffins with disdain, "Decades ago, a group of little devils who practiced evil arts rushed into the snowy mountains and wanted to build a monster research base here.
Master Ziyang led eighty disciples and killed these little devils. He didn't know what kind of evil skills these little devils practiced, but the corpses could not be burned.
He was put into a coffin by Master Ziyang and sealed in the Dihuang Temple. This happened decades ago. I think these little devils have long since rotted into scum."
Shancha felt a little uneasy. As the saying goes, she would rather sleep in a deserted cemetery than enter a mountain temple.
Ghosts who have died unjustly will come to the temple gates late at night to avenge themselves, especially the ancient temples in the mountains. The surrounding areas are covered with ancient trees that block out the sun, and the sun cannot come in. There is almost no distinction between yin and yang here, and some people with high moral standards
Evil spirits can also come out during the day.
This kind of temple that does not offer incense all the year round is even more evil. Without worship, the gods and earth emperors will also run away.
Without the divine light, temples become gathering places for evil spirits.
Looking at the gloomy Dihuang Temple, Shancha felt a little flustered, "Second uncle, how long will we stay in the temple?"
"In two or three days, after Bamen and Yaoxie have finished searching Nanshan, I will take you to Tianyun Mountain.
If you have any questions, let's wait until you give birth to two babies!" After the old man finished speaking, he found some firewood and lit a fire in the temple, which finally dissipated some of the cold air.
After running around for a day, Shancha was a little tired, so he fell asleep in a daze. He didn't know how long he slept. He dreamed of his grandpa again, and saw blood and tears flowing from his eyes.
He was vigorously shaking the chains on his body, and a skinny old man was helping to chew the chains.
Even though it was just a silhouette, Shancha still recognized him. It was the second uncle.
Shan Cha woke up with a start, but did not move. Instead, he looked at the old man sitting by the fire with half-squinted eyes.
There was no expression on his face, and under the firelight, there was a faint red line on the whites of his eyes.
At first glance, it seems that he is not a good cultivator of immortals, but a evil cultivator.
Shancha pretended to turn over, holding the magic whip in his hand, looking at the right moment, and whipped it out.
"ah!"
The old man screamed and turned into a yellow-skinned man about the size of a native dog. He glared with blood-red eyes and revealed his fierce look, "You ungrateful thing. I want to be merciful and save you, but you retaliate with kindness."
"Fuck you!"
"Snapped!"
Shancha swung the whip again, hitting Huang Pizi on the neck.
Before he could get up, Camellia threw several fire talismans at him.
"puff!"
Huang Pizi's whole body was on fire, and he was rolling on the ground in pain. At the same time, he also took a desperate posture, opened his big mouth and spit out the demon mist.
Before he could vomit a few times, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw a rune dagger stuck in his chest.
Qiu Shuiyue looked at him coldly, "Huang Xiaosi, no matter how poor our Shan family is, there is no room for you to bully us."
"When did you find out?"
"The first time I saw you, I knew you were a fake. My old man and my second uncle get along like real brothers. He never calls me Qiu, but younger brother and sister."
"Why don't you expose me?"
"You are playing tricks on two children, and I also want to use you to escape from the ghost village. Why should I expose you?
You and Liu Quan put on such a play just to get rid of Bamen and those evil spirits, so that the two children could be divided equally.
With the help of you two evil beings, Shancha and I have saved a lot of effort."
"You...you...!" Before Huang Xiaosi could finish his sentence, he kicked his legs and died.
"Camellia, pack up. Grandma will take you out of here. Let's go to Dixian Village." After Qiu Shuiyue finished speaking, she threw Huang Xiaosi's body into the fire.
A fishy, burnt smell filled the air instantly, and the Dihuang Temple turned into black mist and dissipated in the night sky.
Shancha looked up and realized that it was a deserted cemetery, with dead bones and coffin boards everywhere, and some bayonets protruding from the soil.
Shancha did not leave in a hurry, but rummaged through the ground to find a few bayonets and put them into a package, before dragging Qiu Shuiyue towards the valley.
"Grandma, grandpa said that Dixian Village has become a deserted village, and I don't know if there are any evil spirits in it.
Let’s go to the Yin and Yang Realm, where there are Yin soldiers and Yin generals, and ordinary evil spirits dare not break in there.”
"No, you are in the Yang world now. The Yang energy in the Yin and Yang world is thin. If you stay there for a long time, you and the two children will become the living dead.
Go to Dixian Village and hide until you give birth to two babies. Grandma will take you to Hongxian Mountain. When the two babies are older, she will come back to seek revenge on them."
"Um!"
Shancha nodded in agreement, lowered his head and continued walking forward.
The two of them arrived at Dixian Village until dawn. Qiu Shuiyue lit three incense sticks in front of an ancient tree. A few minutes later, the incense stick in his right hand suddenly broke, and the incense head pointed due west.
Qiu Shuiyue pulled Shan Cha to a small slope, and peeled away the soft soil, revealing a dark tunnel, "Shan Cha, you get in first, so Grandma can block the tunnel."
"Grandma, you go in first, and I'll block the corridor." Shancha pushed Qiu Shuiyue into the corridor, took out his bayonet, filled the hole with soil, and then crawled inside.
The two people crawled more than ten meters in the corridor when they heard the sound of collapse from the entrance of the cave. "Grandma, if there is an evil spirit in the village, how can we escape?"