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Chapter 30 Red and White Deserted Village 12
Generally, the statues of Buddha or gods enshrined in temples are either benevolent or majestic, which can at least make believers and pilgrims feel respect.

But the statue enshrined in this temple in the village cannot even be called a statue.

It is made of copper and looks like a tiger, but it has a pair of horns, wings on its back, blood-red eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. No matter how you look at it, it looks very vicious.

Ye Lingchuan stared at the bronze statue for a long time, and seemed to have a feeling: "This seems to be the fierce beast Qiong Qi in the Book of Mountains and Seas."

Wen Zhuo naturally noticed it too, but she was surprised and puzzled: "Really? Brother Chuan, you even know this?"

Xiang Zhifeng next to him: "..."

Just pretend, I don't believe you don't know, you don't know how to become the Ace of Hearts?

Ye Lingchuan nodded: "Anyway, I haven't seen any temples that offer ferocious beasts, especially in the legend that Qiongqi wants to eat people."

Xiang Zhifeng was uneasy when he heard the words: "Then should we worship? What if something happens to the worship..."

"The problem is that if you don't worship, the task will not be triggered. In fact, we have no choice."

Wen Zhuo went to the merit box, lifted the lid at the bottom of the box, and took out two swords and a shield.

"I suspect it's for our self-defense." She said, "To be on the safe side, it's safer to hold it first."

"Okay, then let's divide it." Ye Lingchuan suggested, "You and I each take a sword, and let Mr. Xiang take the shield. I'm worried that Mr. Xiang is not very good at using swords."

"Makes sense, I agree."

Xiang Zhifeng: "...cooperating with you two, you think I'm a waste?"

Having said that, he still accepted the proposal. After all, he didn't have confidence in his ability, and holding a shield could at least save his life at critical moments.

After the distribution was over, the three of them found a futon and knelt down. Just as they were about to bend down, Wen Zhuo suddenly straightened up again.

"Brother Chuan, do you need to light the incense on the table and insert it?"

"Almost forgot." Ye Lingchuan stood up quickly, "I'll go."

Probably an illusion, when Ye Lingchuan inserted the lit yellow incense into the censer, Xiang Zhifeng seemed to see the head of the Qiongqi bronze statue turned slightly to this side.

He was taken aback, and instinctively leaned towards Wen Zhuo: "Damn!"

Wen Zhuo turned to look at him: "What are you doing?"

"The statue's head moved, and it seemed to be smiling!"

However, when Wen Zhuo looked up, the bronze statue had returned to normal, no difference from before.

She also had a bad feeling, but in line with the principle of stabilizing the morale of the army, she still comforted Xiang Zhifeng.

"It's okay, it might be your eyesight."

At this moment, Ye Lingchuan returned to the original place, knelt down on the futon again, remained silent for a moment, folded his hands together and bowed three times to the bronze statue.

Wen Zhuo's posture was not too different from his, and he also bowed three times symbolically, and his perfunctory feelings were beyond words.

In contrast, Xiang Zhifeng, who kowtowed three times firmly, seemed very sincere and fearful of death.

The moment he kowtowed his head for the last time, something strange happened.

The temple door closed automatically behind him with a loud bang.

Ye Lingchuan immediately went to check, then turned to look at Wen Zhuo seriously: "It's locked."

It is locked by an invisible force, and it cannot be opened artificially. In other words, they are trapped here.

Xiang Zhifeng was paying attention to the bronze statue from the beginning to the end. He suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in horror: "The statue has changed! It has changed!"

It has indeed changed. The hard shell of the seemingly bronze statue suddenly turned into a flexible body. The fierce beast Qiongqi folded its wings, and its eyes became darker and redder, as if it was about to bleed.

It opened its bloody mouth and roared, and with the rhythm of its roar, its wings tightened more and more until it wrapped its body into an oval cocoon.

Just when the three of them were at a loss, the huge cocoon exploded without warning, and every piece of it turned into a strange, pitch-black vulture. .

... Now they understand what the sword and shield in the merit box are for.

It was to prevent being pecked to death by these strange birds.

Ye Lingchuan sternly shouted: "Shield! Hold it up!"

Xiang Zhifeng was frightened for a moment, but his desire to survive still made him raise his shield reflexively.

"Come across!"

He quickly turned the shield sideways again, blocking three people at the same time.

The vultures slammed into the shield one after another, like a huge hailstorm. The impact was so strong that he was pushed backwards against the door panel, and the back of his head was spun.

Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan quickly moved closer to the center, and the two of them slashed with their swords. The bronze long sword was very sharp, and wherever the blade touched, the heads of strange birds were all decapitated, and their stumps fell to the ground.

But there were too many of them, and they attacked from all directions in turn. Their sharp beaks were like blades, and any contact with them was a bloody mouth.

Because Xiang Zhifeng was too scared, he lost his way when he blocked it. He only knew that he burrowed into the shield, exposing Ye Lingchuan and Wen Zhuo to the vulture's attack range.

Ye Lingchuan was about to pull Wen Zhuo over when he was pecked hard by one of the vultures, and his arm was bleeding profusely.

He became angry, and instantly grabbed Xiang Zhifeng's shield with his hands, and walked around to Wen Zhuo's side.

In this way, Xiang Zhifeng was directly exposed to the outside world.

Undoubtedly, taking advantage of the chaos to eliminate the target is also one of the strategies.

Fortunately, Wen Zhuo found out in time, she choked the neck suddenly, pulled the panicked Xiang Zhifeng back, and at the same time, with a backhand sword, beheaded the three vultures together.

Dirty blood splashed all over Xiang Zhifeng's face, he escaped from death, and was so startled that he ran behind her desperately.

She couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said in her heart that it really wasn't useful at all, and it wasn't for the mission that he should have been pushed out to feed the birds, just like a burden.

Instead, she stretched out her hand and helped Ye Lingchuan resist the shield that was attacked by the vulture group.

The two persisted like this for more than ten minutes, and finally killed all the vultures in the temple. The corpses of the vultures covered the incense table and the ground densely, and the sticky blood spread along the cracks, sticking to the soles of shoes every step of the way.

Wen Zhuo keenly noticed that there was a faint light shining in the pile of corpses. She stepped forward, pawed and pulled with her sword, and finally picked up a piece of purple talisman paper from the middle, and there was a box of matches next to the purple talisman paper.

This match is obviously different from ordinary matches for lighting incense. The matchbox is made of metal, and the matches are thicker. There seem to be fine patterns on the rod.

By coincidence, she turned her back to them, hid the purple talisman paper in her bosom, and then turned around.

"This match must be useful for something, we may have to connect it with the ballad that the matchmaker read before." She held the match and looked at Ye Lingchuan, but her eyes fell on him and suddenly froze, "...Brother Chuan, you are hurt gone?"

Ye Lingchuan covered his bleeding arm, and blankly glanced at Xiang Zhifeng next to him, it was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"You have to ask Mr. Xiang about that."

Xiang Zhifeng touched his neck, and said angrily: "Damn, my carotid artery was almost cut, I still have to ask you!"

(End of this chapter)