Spiritual Walker

Fuck... Zhang Yuanqing suddenly didn't want to stay in the main hall anymore.

He felt like he was in a desperate situation, and no one could help him.

This place was extremely dangerous, but he couldn't ask for help from the outside world. He could only rely on himself.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and bent over to pull out the skeleton wrapped in work clothes.

Chila~

During the pulling process, the work clothes were easily torn. After so many years, the clothes had long been rotten.

After dragging the body under the candlelight, he endured the discomfort and began to check.

Although the person was dead, the body could speak. Finding out the cause of death could help him avoid many dangers. .

"Several sternum and ribs were broken, and there were fine cracks on the right shoulder, but it was not serious..."

The deceased had suffered severe injuries before his death, but the specific cause of death could not be seen because it was too long ago.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing found a few yellow and brittle papers from the pocket of the worker. They were quite old.

There were tiny words written in regular script on the paper.

Zhang Yuanqing was delighted. The paper was obviously found by the worker in the temple, which would help him understand the situation of this ancient temple.

With the help of candlelight, he concentrated on reading the contents of the paper.

"Another fellow student disappeared last night. This is the third fellow student who disappeared strangely in the temple. The fellow students said that there was a ghost in Sandao Mountain, or there was a demon with profound Taoism. They came to the temple every night to catch people to eat, but many disciples in the temple were accompanied by cultivation, and the master was a real person with a great reputation within a hundred miles. Which demon would dare to come here to seek food?

"As for ghosts, my corpse-suppressing talisman and spirit-summoning talisman are enough to solve it. There is no need to bother the master. I have a bad feeling in my heart, I have to go to the eldest brother to discuss it......."

"Another person disappeared today, this is the fifth person. Master asked us to keep it secret from the pilgrims, otherwise it would affect the incense in the temple. He must know something. My eldest brother and I plan to patrol at night......"

"Three days have passed, and three more people have disappeared during this period, but my eldest brother and I did not find any clues. The night was calm. My bad feeling in my heart has deepened....."

"The eldest brother was very strange today. He seemed to have discovered something and seemed very angry. I asked him, but he didn't tell me. He is not in a good mood. I'd better ask him tomorrow. "

"The person who disappeared today is… Senior Brother. I searched all over Sandao Mountain but couldn't find him. I can't stand it anymore. I want to ask Master for clarification. My fellow disciples in the temple also support me because they are also scared…"

The handwriting of this paragraph is a bit sloppy, and it can be seen that the owner of the note is a bit mentally broken.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to read:

"After my questioning, Master finally agreed to tell me the truth. My hunch was right. He really knew the reason why the fellow disciples disappeared strangely. But Master said that there are many people talking during the day. After the sun goes down, he will come to my room to find me and tell me a huge secret. This secret is related to the rise and fall of thousands of years. "

"After dinner, I waited in the room, waiting for the sunset. Since someone disappeared at night, I have never been so eager for the night to come…"

The content recorded on the paper ends here.

No more? This fragment makes people feel a little uncomfortable… Zhang Yuanqing grinned.

He sorted out the information on the paper. In a certain year, the disciples of this mountain temple disappeared one after another.

The disciples were helpless and panic spread. And the temple keeper, that is, their master, seemed to know the reason for this matter.

This reason is related to a big secret of rise and fall for thousands of years.

"The reason for the decline of the mountain temple is unknown. If we explore this source, can we complete the second main task? "Zhang Yuanqing made a guess.

He put the brittle paper back into the corpse's work clothes, pushed him back under the table, and thought about what he should do next.

"That's all the information about the main hall. If we want to explore the ancient temple, we must go out. In this case, we must face the dangers in the temple..."

"In the strange story of Sheling Tunnel, there was a worker who successfully survived. Following his path, we may be able to find a way to survive. "

After careful consideration, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the main hall door and opened two well-preserved lattice doors.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door hinge made a sound that made people's teeth ache.

He supported the door frame and looked around. It was silent outside. Except for a bit of desolation and gloom, he didn't see any danger.

After observing for a while, he stepped out of the threshold and walked along the cobblestone path on the left side of the main hall towards the backyard of the mountain temple.

The moonlight was like water, and the wild grass was undulating. Zhang Yuanqing walked for a minute or two, and a building appeared in front of him.

It was a few connected bungalows, forming a large courtyard with black tiles and white walls, a straight roof, and lattice windows and lattice doors under the eaves.

The lattice doors were gray, open, tilted or closed, and the paper used to paste the windows was tattered under the erosion of time.

The moonlight was bright, like frost on the ground. He took a look at the layout of the backyard of the mountain temple in the moonlight.

In addition to the quadrangle in front of him, there was an arched door on the east side, a bit like the backyard of a wealthy family in movies and TV dramas, which would have such an arched door to connect different courtyards.

In the yard next door, there was a towering tree with lush branches and gnarled branches.

"Huh..."

In the yard with undulating weeds, he found several skeletons wrapped in work clothes.

He approached carefully and checked carefully. Each skeleton was severely damaged, with broken bones under the work clothes, but except for the one in the main hall, the shoulder bones of the skeletons here were well preserved without cracks.

"These people suffered terrible injuries before they died, and died miserably..."

A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves rustled. Indistinctly, Zhang Yuanqing heard the "rustling" sound brought by the wind, mixed with a weeping whisper:

"Help, help..."

In this desolate and dead night, Zhang Yuanqing's back was covered with cold sweat.

He stood there stiffly for a long time, and the wind stopped, and the wailing whispers also stopped with the wind.

The yard next door seemed a little dangerous, but the things inside didn't come over... He exhaled silently, stepped on the weeds in the yard, walked into the eaves, and planned to explore this quadrangle.

This seemed to be where the disciples of the temple lived, with piles of shabby and dusty furniture, and a faint, decayed smell in the air.

Zhang Yuanqing explored the rooms one by one, but found nothing special until he pushed open the lattice door on the east side.

"Creaky~"

The door that had been sealed for who knows how many years was pushed open again, and dust fell. Zhang Yuanqing patted the dust on his shoulders and looked at every corner of the room warily.

In this room that had been abandoned for many years, there was a corpse lying crookedly against the wall by the window.

From the clothes and the rolled miner's hat, it can be inferred that it was another senior.

Stepping over the threshold and entering the room, Zhang Yuanqing shivered and inexplicably felt that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot.

"It's a bit cold..."

He approached the corpse cautiously, unbuttoned the tattered clothes, and observed the bones of the corpse as usual. This time, he did not see any broken bones. The skeleton was well preserved.

But when he cast his eyes on the shoulder bone of the corpse, his pupils condensed. There was an exaggerated crack on the shoulder bone of this corpse.

This was the same as the crack on the shoulder of the corpse in the main hall, the difference was that the corpse in front of him was more seriously injured.

"Only the shoulder bones of this one in the room and the one in the main hall were broken. Is it a coincidence?" He muttered to himself a little uneasy.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing found that the trouser pocket of the corpse was bulging, as if something was hidden.

He reached out and took out a yellowed ancient book, a gray bronze mirror, and a yellow paper talisman from the dead man's trouser pocket.

The yellow paper talisman was painted with twisted lines in cinnabar, which was a bit like a rune. These lines converged into a traditional Chinese character "尸".

As he was examining the yellow paper talisman, a fluorescent blue message appeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing:

[Name: Corpse Suppression Talisman]

[Type: Consumable]

[Function: Corpse Suppression]

[Introduction: The talisman made by the powerful Night Wandering God is the nemesis of all corpse-like Yin objects. Stick it on the forehead of the Yin object to complete the seal. ]

[Note: It can only be used once. ]

The fluorescent blue information is a bit like his attribute panel. Obviously, this is a hint from the "Spirit Realm".

This is the first time Zhang Yuanqing has seen such a hint since he entered the strange ancient temple.

"It should be an important item." Zhang Yuanqing folded it, put it in the pocket of his jacket, and zipped it up.

After thinking for a while, he reopened the zipper.

Because he remembered a plot in a martial arts novel, a swordsman with superb swordsmanship liked to wrap his sword with a cloth strip and carry it on his back.

One day, a challenger challenged the swordsman while he was eating.

Then the swordsman was gone.

The cause of death was that the cloth strip was inconvenient to untie...

Zhang Yuanqing then picked up the ancient book and the bronze mirror, but no relevant information emerged.

He put the bronze mirror aside first, and carefully opened the yellowed and brittle book with the footer rolled up.

It reads:

"I have been worshipping in the Sandaoshan Niangniang Temple for two and a half years. I have learned to read and write. The eldest brother said that when the master returns to the mountain after saving the souls of the dead, he can formally guide me to practice the art of swallowing the moon to nourish the soul. This is the entry method to become a night wandering god."

"The King of Yan rebelled, and the smoke of war was everywhere. The master, as the strongest person in the Songfu Night Wandering God lineage, had to go down the mountain to save the dead. Otherwise, the war was not settled, and the evil would rise again, and the people would be even more restless..."

Zhang Yuanqing felt a little sore in his shoulders, rubbed them, and initially judged that this was an essay, that is, a diary.

The contents of the diary are all the experiences of the 'author' in practicing and living in the temple. According to the handwriting, this diary and the paper on the corpse in the main hall are from the same source.

Through words such as "the King of 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 some mysterious words such as "cultivation", "night wandering god", "breathing technique", and "talisman".

Zhang Yuanqing moved his sore shoulders, glanced at the room vigilantly, listened to the movement outside the house, and continued to read the essay after confirming that there was no abnormality.

Soon, he turned to the follow-up of the content of the main hall. The first few pages were torn off, and the follow-up content read:

"The sun set, and the sky finally got dark. I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door in a hurry. It was not the master who was standing outside the door, but the eldest brother who disappeared last night."

"The eldest brother who had been missing for a day and a night came back, but I didn't have any joy, because... he was dead, and what came back was a corpse. His chest was bleeding, and I didn't know who dug out his heart."

"The eldest brother stared at me and said: Don't believe the master..."

These paragraphs were written crookedly. It can be imagined that the owner of the essay had a bursting mentality when writing this content.

When Zhang Yuanqing turned the next page, he found that there was no follow-up to the notes. The owner of the diary never wrote a diary again.

"Hiss... What does it mean not to believe the master?"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked by this reversal.

Was it the temple keeper who killed the senior brother? Was he also the culprit for the disciples' disappearances? Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his shoulders, put the book back into the pocket of the corpse, and then picked up the bronze mirror and was about to leave.

But when he glanced at the bronze mirror inadvertently from the corner of his eye, his body suddenly stiffened.

The moonlight was like water, projected on the mirror, and his appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, and on his back, there was a person lying.

The man had a pale face, deep purple lips, and a pair of white pupils. His head was sideways on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, and the pair of white pupils stared at him deadly.