MTL - Spirit Walker-Chapter 5 ancient temple

An abandoned tunnel...  

Zhang Yuanqing looked around in panic, and was suddenly taken into an unfamiliar environment, and everyone would be at a loss.

"Tunnel? Is this the She Ling tunnel in the strange story?"

As a native of Songhai City, of course he knew about the Sheling Tunnel in the Top Ten Weird Talks. When he was a child, he was naughty and would not sleep at night, so his grandmother used weird talk to scare him.

However, let's not talk about the strange stories, which are just illusory stories. Take the Sheling Tunnel as an example. Zhang Yuanqing returned to his hometown to worship his father a few days ago, and he also passed by the Sheling Tunnel.

Where is the real Sheling Tunnel like this, so outdated?

"By the way, this is the spiritual realm, not the real Sheling tunnel."

The cramped environment made people uneasy, Zhang Yuanqing walked forward cautiously, only the sound of his lonely footsteps could be heard.

As he walked, he thought about his own situation and the information given by the voice in his head.

There is no doubt that he encountered a supernatural phenomenon and was brought into a strange story, and he will complete the task issued by the mysterious power. .

"That voice gave me two tasks, namely, to survive for three hours; to explore the spiritual realm. Difficulty level S, single death type... This death type makes me very panic."

Survive for three hours means that there will be great danger.

Exploring the spiritual realm... It should be exploring this tunnel, that is to say, the tunnel is very dangerous?

He quietly tightened his nerves, and at the same time, a question flashed in his mind: What rewards will there be for completing the task?

Since it is a mission, there will definitely be a reward.

"Well, according to the attributes panel just now, my occupation is Night Wandering God, but at level 0 instead of 1, becoming Night Wandering God should be one of the rewards, right? What is Night Wandering God?"

"Brother Bing is right, this black card will indeed change your life, but I ignored the second half of his words. This thing is difficult to control. Does it mean the level of danger?"

Zhang Yuanqing silently analyzed the information based on the known information.

At this moment, the old-fashioned xenon lamp beside him seemed to have an unstable circuit and flickered a few times. Between the light and darkness, Zhang Yuanqing vaguely saw a figure wearing a miner's hat standing under the lamp.

Shit...... He jumped up in fright, the train of thought in his mind was instantly interrupted, and the frightened deer ran forward for a distance.

Looking back, the xenon lamp continued to light up without flickering.

The dark figure wearing the miner's hat just now seemed to be his illusion.

With this fright, Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stay in this ghost place, and quickly headed towards the tunnel.

Da Da Da... The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet tunnel. Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to stop, so he walked for five or six minutes. The old-fashioned xenon lamp in the curved dome flashed again, but this time, he was not wearing a miner's hat. figure appeared.

"Didn't follow?"

He was slightly relieved in his heart and did not dare to stop. He walked briskly with his head down. Suddenly, he stared at the ground and caught a detail that made his heart stop.

The orange xenon lamp dragged his shadow for a long time, and there were more than a dozen shadows following his shadow.

They have been following me? !

The coolness ran from his feet to his head, goosebumps all over his body, Zhang Yuanqing's face turned pale with fright, and he ran wildly.

Finally, a tunnel entrance appeared ahead, and outside the tunnel was the frosty moonlight.

Zhang Yuanqing rushed out of the tunnel in one breath, leaning on his knees, bent over to breathe.

After taking a deep breath, he looked around the surrounding environment. The full moon was like a disk, hanging lonely in the night sky. Under its brilliance, the stars were eclipsed.

The lush woods are bathed in moonlight, casting large swaths of rich shadows.

He was in a barren mountain.

The xenon lamps in the tunnel flickered a few times and then all went out. Nuoda's tunnel entrance is dark and quiet, like a beast's mouth that chooses to devour people.

"Leave quickly..."

Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb as he climbed the rugged mountain road.

After walking a dozen steps, he turned around again and saw a row of figures wearing miner's hats and shabby clothes, with their heads bowed, standing at the entrance of the tunnel.

They stood in the shadow of the moonlight without saying a word, as if to see him off.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few steps back in shock, twisted his body and ran up the mountain.

The branches and leaves on both sides of the mountain road were lush, and the moonlight shone down, which was enough for Zhang Yuanqing to see the road clearly.

It's just that the silence in the mountains is terrifying, and there are no insects and birds in the woods, which makes Zhang Yuanqing's footsteps particularly loud.

"It's too quiet. It's impossible that there will be no insects in the mountains this season."

He looked around, the full moon was like a disk and the shade of the trees swirled, and he always felt that something was watching him in the dark.

I don't know how long it took until Zhang Yuanqing finally walked out of the dense forest until a layer of fine sweat broke out from his body, and his vision suddenly opened up.

The moonlight is like water, the surroundings are dead silent, and at the end of the rugged mountain road is an ancient abandoned temple.

Standing quietly in the dark.

I don’t know how many years this ancient temple has been abandoned. The gate in front of the temple is mottled and black, covered with etched holes. The lanterns at the corners of the eaves fell to the ground, leaving only the skeleton of bamboo strips.

The plaque was still there, covered with cobwebs and hung obliquely under the eaves, but the light was too dim to see what was written on the plaque.

The steps in front of the temple gate were cracked, and the cracks were overgrown with weeds.

Here in the barren mountains and ridges, there is no temple in front of the village and no shop in the back.

Wait... Temple? !

Zhang Yuanqing reacted abruptly, and the voice in the introduction to the spiritual realm seemed to sound in his ears:

"Don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple..."

"According to the prompt of the strange voice, I should not be able to enter the temple. No, I have already come out of the tunnel, which means that what I really want to explore is this dilapidated ancient temple."

After hesitating for a long time at the entrance of the temple, Zhang Yuanqing moved cautiously, walked towards the ancient temple standing in the darkness, and stepped over the broken threshold.

What caught my eye was an expansive front yard, with waist-high weeds growing in it, and a rotten half-person high censer was dumped in the grass, suffering from wind and rain for many years.

Underfoot is a road paved with bluestone slabs, and clumps of weeds also grow between the gaps of the slabs.

Following the undulating grass, he looked at the end of the bluestone road, where there was a dilapidated main hall with a high foundation and six steps. In the lattice door of the main hall, there is a dim light shining through.

"Is there a light?"

The surroundings were silent, desolate and dilapidated, and the bright moonlight shone down. In such an environment, the halo did not bring any warmth to Zhang Yuanqing.

It even felt more terrifying.

Shasha......

Stepping forward on clumps of withered and yellow weeds, he kept vigilant and walked towards the main hall. In the open environment, the sound of footsteps was particularly clear.

Shasha, Shasha... Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's ears moved slightly, and he heard footsteps behind him, something was following him.

Huo Ran turned his head.

The night is like water, the grass is lush, and there is nothing behind.

"Have you heard hallucinations?"

Zhang Yuanqing stopped for a moment in fright, then moved his legs forward again.

"Swish..."

The footsteps came again, this time he heard it clearly, and there was really something behind him.

......It wouldn't be so evil, would you, encountering dirty things as soon as you entered the temple? He didn't dare to look back, and quickened his pace.

The footsteps behind him also accelerated.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't collapse any longer. At the same time as his goosebumps rose, he ran wildly and rushed towards the main hall.

The footsteps behind him followed him closely.

During the chase, Zhang Yuanqing quickly rushed out of the grass, approached the main hall, and jumped up the six steps in two steps. Finally, with a loud "bang", he broke through the two lattice doors of the main hall.

The sound of footsteps behind him suddenly disappeared.

"Hu Chi, Hu Chi..."

He was breathing heavily, and finally dared to look back, the moonlight sprinkled on the courtyard like water, the grass, the stone road, the quiet and frightening, but there was nothing.

"Fortunately, I didn't come after him."

After Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, he gently closed the door of the main hall, as if to keep his fear out.

Then, he glanced at the scene in the main hall. On the high stone pedestal, there was a concubine wearing a fur cloak and gorgeous costumes.

This lady was holding the whisk in one hand and the other hand in a grip. It seemed that she was holding something, but it was empty at the moment.

On the left and right sides are a boy holding a sword and a maid holding a book.

In front of the pedestal is a dusty tribute table, on which is placed a candlestick, a twenty centimeter long candle about the size of a baby's forearm, burning quietly.

The candlelight dispelled the darkness and seemed to dispel the fear in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. He felt that his emotions were much more stable.

On the wall on the left, hung two faded and cracked wooden boards, which were engraved with italics.

Zhang Yuanqing walked to the wall and stared at the candlelight at dusk. The style of these regular script is classical Chinese.

His language level is not bad. Through half-guessing and half-reading, he has a clear understanding of the environment he is in.

This mountain is called Sandaoshan, and the mountain **** worshipped in the temple is called Sandaoshan Niangniang.

This mountain goddess was a person from Songfu in the early Ming Dynasty. She practiced in the Sandao Mountains of Songfu. She was proficient in the method of talisman and alchemy. She could pray for rain to exorcise ghosts, and bless a party with good weather. Therefore, she was worshipped as a **** by the people.

After she emerged, the local government built this temple in Sandaoshan and named it "Sandaoshan Niangniang Temple".

"The temple in the early Ming Dynasty, this is five or six hundred years old." Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

At this moment, he couldn't help but glanced at the bottom of the tribute table, and his heart suddenly shuddered.

A dark figure lies in the shadow at the bottom of the table.

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Zhang Yuanqing stubbornly approached and took a closer look, it turned out to be a corpse with only skeletons left.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief when he was frightened. Compared with this strange mountain temple, the corpse was not so scary.

Taking a few steps closer, with the weak candlelight, he could see clearly the clothes on the skeleton, a dusty work safety uniform.

Worker?

"This is the construction team of the year? So I did enter the world of weird talk."

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing made a guess, he thought of a more sensational possibility. Perhaps, the construction team of that year, like me, strayed into this place.

That's why urban legends are left behind.

If it is the former, this so-called spiritual realm is based on a strange story.

If it is the latter, it means that the ancient temple has always existed, and the construction team is just like him at the moment, all victims.

According to the historical background of the mountain temple, Zhang Yuanqing prefers the latter.

"The entire construction team died in the temple, and only one person survived. People will really die here... Now I have also entered this temple, and I will face unknown dangers at any time... "

Hiss~ He gasped, his emotions tense again, and he looked around subconsciously.

Then, he suddenly realized a terrifying detail.

This ancient temple is from the Ming Dynasty and has a long history. How could the candles still be burning? Who is changing the candles in the main hall?

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and even the sculpture with the kind-hearted eyes seemed to reveal a strange and gloomy look in the candlelight.

Although the three clay sculptures are dusty, they are lifelike, and every detail is vividly carved, especially the eyes.

They stood on the pedestal and stared at Zhang Yuanqing condescendingly under the candlelight at dusk.