Holy Bone

After Zhang Zhuzhu entered the sacrificial temple, there was no movement for a long time. Only the light and shadow of the torch were flickering, and the scene inside could not be seen for a while.

There was a dead silence in the temple.

Nothing happened.

Only the light and shadow produced by the swaying light of the torch swayed from time to time, like a small boat in the roaring ocean, tiny and insignificant, as if it would be swallowed up by darkness at any time.

rustling --

A strong wind blew again outside the temple, and the sound of leaves rustling came from the dark dense forest. In this deathly silent deep mountain forest, it kept stirring people's nerves.

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The sound of footsteps hitting the ground could be heard on the moss-covered stone road outside the ancient temple. It seemed so abrupt in this dark corner of the world. Every footstep was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts, making people throb and frighten them.

In front of the threshold of the ancient temple, there are several steps that have been carved by wind and rain. When the footsteps come to the steps, they suddenly become silent.

This unexpected sudden silence is like hanging a person's heart in the air, not feeling up and down.

Fortunately, it didn't last long, and I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs.

Before anyone could see him, he saw an elongated figure projected into the ancient temple. Through the figure on the ground, he saw that the person coming was also holding a torch.

There was a figure, illuminated by a torch. It looked like a living person on the night journey.

However, being able to drive at night in this remote mountainous forest cannot withstand careful scrutiny.

The visitor did not pause this time, and walked straight into this deserted temple in the deep mountains and old forests. The torch in his hand illuminated the face of the man, who was a young Taoist priest wearing five-color robes.

This young Taoist priest has two long knives around his waist, and a red gourd hanging from his waist. The red gourd sways slightly with the person's movements. He has a slender body, delicate features, fair face, thin skin and tender flesh, but there is nothing soft and delicate about it. Feminine and beautiful, it gives people a strong sense of sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, as well as the condensed energy of the mountains.

This person is naturally Jin An.

He saw that Zhang Zhuzi had been silent for a long time after entering the Lakeside Temple. He was worried about the situation inside, so he took the initiative to show up and check the situation.

We have all reached this point. Instead of waiting for things to happen, we should take the initiative and take the initiative.

He had already seen that Zhang Zhuzhu was the key clue and was the only one among those infected who escaped. Although Zhang Zhuzhu eventually died in the woods, this did not reduce his importance at all.

Therefore, Jin An did not want to see anything happen to Zhang Zhuzhu.

If you die violently again after being resurrected, that is death in the true sense, and you will be completely stunned on the spot.

Jin An looked around at the layout of the temple. Sutra cloths were floating above his head. These sutra cloths were faded, tattered and weathered.

The altars on the left and right sides are full of statues of gods. These statues are also faded and weathered, and the thick dust indicates that no one has come to worship here for a long time.

Even the incense and candle holders in front of the altar were covered with dust.

Although the temple is large, it can still be seen at a glance, and Zhang Zhuzhu's figure is not found, but Zhang Zhuzhu's torch is still here.

After Jin An looked around, his eyes turned to the torch left by Zhang Zhuzi.

"Tao, Taoist Master?"

Zhang Zhuzhu's voice came. He was hiding behind a beam, and the sutra cloth hanging from his head just covered his body.

Obviously, Zhang Zhuzhu heard the footsteps, had no time to put out the torch, and hurriedly hid behind the pillar.

Zhang Zhuzhu didn't know that he was dead yet, so he walked into the old forest and temple alone, knowing fear and fear, which is the normal behavior of a "living person".

"Yes." Jin An nodded calmly, still looking around the temple in front of him.

He didn't greet me warmly as soon as he met me.

This is an old forest and an old temple with a weird atmosphere. He was too enthusiastic when he first arrived, which gave people the illusion that he was up to something evil. On the contrary, it is not conducive to him getting closer to Zhang Zhuzi and getting important clues.

Zhang Zhuzhu, who was hiding behind the pillars, looked at Jin An's figure on the ground and then at the torch in Jin An's hand. The alert look on his face had mostly dropped. Then he boldly walked out from behind the pillars and bowed to Jin An and saluted: "I've seen the trail." long."

While saluting, he quietly took a look at Jin An's double swords around his waist, his eyes showing curiosity, a Taoist priest with a sword? What a strange combination.

Folks have never heard of it, and have only seen Taoist priests wielding swords.

However, the sword can give people a sense of power and bravery. Zhang Zhuzhu decided at first glance that Jin An was not bad at skills and was a master of martial arts.

Jin An nodded and looked around at the details of the temple before speaking: "Are you the only one in this temple?"

Zhang Zhuzhu nodded.

Jin An looked at Zhang Zhuzhu, his eyes sparkling: "Have you ever heard that 'one person does not enter the temple, two people do not look at the well, and three people do not hug the tree'. Late at night, in the old forest and the old temple, you have a big job." What are you doing here if you have nothing to do? Aren't you afraid of encountering monsters and monsters who can eat you?"

Zhang Zhuzhu was silent.

Zhang Zhuzhu didn't say anything, and Jin An didn't press him. Then he walked to the incense candle holders and lit the remaining red candles. The dark temple suddenly became a little brighter.

Zhang Zhuzhu saw that Jin An was not a difficult person to talk to, so he came over to help light the red candles together: "Don't know what to call him?"

"My name is Zhang Zhuzhu." Zhang Zhuzhu introduced himself first.

"Just call me Jin An." Jin An's words gave people an impression of being approachable and brought the two of them closer.

Zhang Zhuzi also started to talk more: "Have we met Taoist Master Jin'an before? I don't know why, but I always feel like we have known each other in my mind."

"Fate, it's wonderful." Jin An's answer was both ambiguous and full of puns.

Jin'an's approachability made Zhang Zhuzhu muster up the courage to ask a question in his heart: "Taoist Master Jin'an, why did you come here alone?"

Jin An didn't hide anything and said categorically: "Kill the demons."

Zhang Zhuzhu was stunned when he heard this.

But he still didn't confess the reason why he came here. Jin An was not in a hurry to ask, but continued to focus on the temple in front of him.

After all the candles were lit, he began to examine the temple carefully.

This temple has a unique shape. It has three entrances. The space becomes larger as you go inward. The first temple is the smallest and the third temple is the largest. It describes a narrow opening and a wide bottom.

The shape of the trumpet mouth reminds Jin An of the Trumpet Weng, which is suitable for gathering yin energy and not dissipating it. However, the Trumpet Weng is an underground tomb, but here it was moved to the ground and restored in an architectural way.

It's a different approach.

Regardless of whether it is a different approach or a unique approach, in Jin An's eyes, it is all crooked and evil.

Flicking aside the layers of stacked sutra cloth hanging from his head, Jin An walked to the deepest part of the temple, which was the largest area and enshrined a tall statue of the god.

This tall statue went against common sense. It was made up of countless small statues spliced ​​together into one. Those small statues looked familiar. They were the same small statues with human hair, nails, and birth dates that they had seen along the way.

The face of the tall statue is obscured by dark shadows and hanging sutra cloth, making it difficult to see clearly for a while.

Ever since he came to this temple, Zhang Zhuzhu had a strange facial expression. Following Jin An, he quietly tugged at the corner of Jin An's Taoist robe.

"Taoist Master Jin'an, please listen to my advice and don't go any further. You are still young..." Zhang Zhuzhu looked worried and hesitated to speak.

"Oh?"

"Why can't we go further?"

Jin An looked back at Zhang Zhuzhu with burning eyes.