MTL - Spirit Walker-Chapter 6 The Story of the Mountain Temple

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

He had a kind of panic that he was in a desperate situation, so that every day should not respond, and the ground would not work.

It was extremely dangerous here, but he couldn't ask the outside world for help, he could only rely on himself.

Hesitating again and again, he gritted his teeth, leaned over and pulled out the skeleton wrapped in the work uniform.

Chilla~

During the pulling process, the labor protection clothing was easily torn, and the clothing has long since decayed over the years.

Dragging the corpse under the candlelight, he endured the discomfort and began to examine it.

Although a person is dead, the body can speak, and finding out the cause of the other party's death can help you avoid many dangers. .

"The sternum and ribs were broken a few times, and there was a fine crack in the right shoulder, but it was not serious..."

The deceased suffered heavy injuries before his death, but the specific cause of death cannot be seen due to the age.

Next, Zhang Yuanqing found a few yellowish and brittle pieces of paper from the pockets of the senior workers, which were quite a few years old.

On the paper is written in italics in teeny small print.

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, the paper was obviously found in the temple by the senior workers, which helped him understand the situation of this ancient temple.

With the help of candlelight, he concentratedly read the content on the paper.

"Last night another junior brother disappeared. This is already the third mysterious disappearance in the temple. The senior brothers said that there are ghosts in Sandaoshan, or there are goblins who have a high level of Taoism. They come to the temple every night. Arresting people to eat, but many disciples in the temple are accompanied by cultivation bases, and the master is a well-known real person within a hundred miles. What kind of goblin does not open his eyes, dare to come here for food.

"As for ghosts, my corpse-suppressing talisman and spirit-calling talisman are enough to solve the problem, so I don't need to bother Master. I have a bad premonition in my heart, and I have to go and find the senior brother to sum up......"

"There is another person missing today, this is the fifth person. Master told us to hide the pilgrims from the pilgrims, otherwise it will affect the incense in the temple. He must know something. My senior brother and I plan to patrol at night... "

"Three days have passed, and three more people went missing during this period, but my senior brother and I did not find any clues, and the night was calm. The ominous premonition in my heart deepened..."

"Eldest brother is very strange today. He seems to have found something and is very angry. I asked him, but he didn't tell me. He is not in a good mood. I'll ask him again tomorrow."

"The person who went missing today is...Senior brother, I searched the entire Three Daoshan Mountains and couldn't find him, I, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to go to the master to ask clearly, the teacher in the temple The brothers also supported me because they were scared too..."

The handwriting of this passage is a bit scribbled, which shows that the owner of the note has broken down a bit.

Zhang Yuanqing continued to look down:

"After some questioning, Master finally agreed to tell me the truth. My hunch was right. He really knew the reason for the mysterious disappearance of the younger brothers and sisters. But Master said that during the day, people talk a lot, and after the sun goes down, he will come to the room to look for it. Me, tell me a big secret, a secret that has been linked to rise and fall for thousands of years."

"After dinner, I waited in my room, waiting for the sunset, I have never been so looking forward to the dark one day since someone disappeared in the night..."

The content of the paper records ends here.

Gone? It's a bit uncomfortable to break the chapter... Zhang Yuanqing grinned for a while.

He combed through 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 for this matter, the Miaozhu in the temple, that is, their master, seems to know the reason.

This reason is related to a big secret that has risen and fallen for thousands of years.

"The reason for the decline of the mountain temple is unknown. If we explore this source, will we be able to complete the second main mission?" Zhang Yuanqing made a guess.

He put the brittle paper back into the corpse's work protective clothing, pushed the other party back to the bottom of the table, made it invisible, and then thought about what he was going to do next.

"There is only so much information about the main hall. Since you want to explore the ancient temple, you must go out. In this case, you must face the danger in the temple..."

"In the strange story of the Sheling Tunnel, there is a worker who successfully survived. If you follow his path, you may find a way to survive."

After thinking deeply, Zhang Yuanqing walked to the door of the main hall and opened two well-preserved lattice doors.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door hinge made a sour sound.

He propped up the door frame, stuck his head out and looked left and right. It was silent outside, except that it was a bit desolate and gloomy, and he didn't see any danger.

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

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

It was several connected bungalows, forming a huge quadrangle, with black tiles and white walls, a straight-line ridge, and lattice windows and lattice doors under the eaves.

The lattice doors are dusty, open or closed or closed, and the paper used to paste the windows is tattered under the erosion of time.

The moonlight was bright, like frost on the ground, he glanced at the pattern of the backyard of the mountain temple through the moonlight.

In addition to the courtyard in front of you, there is also an arched door on the east side. It is a bit like the back house of a big family in a movie and TV drama. There will be such an arched door to connect different courtyards.

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

"what....."

He found a few skeletons wrapped in work protective clothing in the undulating yard with weeds.

Carefully approached it and checked it carefully. Every skeleton was seriously damaged, and there was a severed bone under the labor insurance suit. However, except for the one in the main hall, the skeleton shoulder bones here are well preserved and have no cracks.

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

A gust of wind blew, the branches and leaves rustled, and Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of rustling brought by the wind, mixed with sobbing whispers:

"Help, help..."

In this desolate and dead night, Zhang Yuanqing broke out in cold sweat on his back.

He stood stiffly in place, and for a while, the wind stopped, and the whining whispers also stopped with the wind.

The yard next door seems to be a little dangerous, but the things inside didn't come... He let out a breath, stepped on the grass full of the yard, walked into the eaves, and planned to explore this courtyard.

This seems to be the place where the disciples live in the temple. Dilapidated and dusty furniture is piled up here, and the air is filled with a faint, decadent smell.

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

"Squeak~"

The door that had been covered in dust for an unknown number of years was pushed open again, and the dust fell rustling. Zhang Yuanqing patted the dust that fell on his shoulder, and swept across every corner of the room with vigilant eyes.

In this room that has been abandoned for many years, by the window, there is a corpse lying leaning against the wall.

It can be inferred from the clothes and the falling miner's hat that he is another senior.

Crossing the threshold and entering the room, Zhang Yuanqing shivered, feeling inexplicably that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a lot.

"a little cold......"

He cautiously leaned towards the corpse, untied the tattered clothes, and observed the skeleton of the corpse as usual. This time, he didn't see any broken bones, and the skeleton was well preserved.

But when he turned his eyes to the shoulder bone of the corpse, his pupils condensed, and there were exaggerated cracks on the shoulder bone of this corpse.

This is the same as the crack on the shoulder of the corpse in the main hall, the difference is that the corpse in front of him suffered more serious injuries.

"Only the one in the room and the one in the main hall have broken shoulder bones. Is it a coincidence?" He muttered uncomfortably to himself.

Then, Zhang Yuanqing discovered that the body's trouser pockets were bulging, as if there was something hidden.

Reaching out, he took out a yellowed ancient book from the deceased's trousers pocket, a gray bronze mirror, and a yellow paper talisman.

On the yellow paper talisman, there are twisted patterns drawn with cinnabar, which are somewhat similar to runes. These patterns collectively converge into a traditional Chinese character for "corpse".

Just looking at the yellow paper talisman, a bright blue message appeared in front of Zhang Yuanqing's eyes:

【Name: Corpse Suppression Talisman】

【Type: Consumables】

【Function: Suppressing Corpse】

[Introduction: The talisman made by the powerful Yeyoushen is the nemesis of all corpses. Sticking it on the forehead of the female will complete the seal. 】

[Note: It can only be used once. 】

The information on Ying-blue is a bit like his attribute panel. Obviously, this is a hint given by "Spiritual Realm".

It was the first time Zhang Yuanqing saw such a prompt since he entered the strange ancient temple.

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

After thinking about it, he reopened the zipper.

Because he remembered the stalk in a martial arts novel, a certain swordsman with superb swordsmanship likes to wrap his sword with a cloth strip on his back.

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

Then the swordsman disappeared.

The cause of death was the inconvenience of dismantling the cloth strips...

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

He first put the bronze mirror aside, carefully opened the footer and rolled up the yellow and brittle booklet.

It reads:

"It's been two and a half years since I worshipped at Sandaoshan Niangniang Temple. I have learned to read and write. The senior brother said that when the master returns to the mountain, he can officially lead me to the entrance and practice the moon-swallowing soul-cultivation technique. This is to become a night wandering god. the way to get started.”

"The King of Yan rebelled, and the wolves were everywhere. As the strongest person in the Songfu Yeyoushen lineage, Master had to go down the mountain to save the dead. Otherwise, the war was not settled, and the calamity reappeared, and the people would be even more restless..."

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

The content of the diary is all about the experience of the 'author' in the temple's cultivation and life. According to the handwriting, this diary and the paper on the body of the main hall are from the same source.

Through words like "King Yan's Rebellion", the timeline is the history of the Battle of Jingnan.

But he is not sure whether this temple really exists in history, because the content of the essay contains words such as "cultivation", "night wandering god", "expansion" and "fulu".

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

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

"At sunset, it was finally dark. I heard a knock on the door and opened the door in a hurry. It was not the master standing outside the door, but the elder brother who disappeared last night."

"Eldest brother, who was missing for a day and a night, came back, but I didn't have any joy, because... he was already dead, and he came back with a corpse. His chest was dripping with blood, and his heart was dug out by someone unknown."

"Eldest brother stared straight at me, he said: Don't trust Master..."

These few paragraphs were written in a crooked way. It is conceivable that when the owner of the essay wrote this paragraph, his mentality exploded.

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

"Hey... don't believe what Master means?"

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill in his heart when he was shocked by this reversal.

Miaozhu killed that senior brother? He was also the culprit behind the disappearance of the disciples one after another? Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his shoulders, put the booklet back in the corpse's pocket, then picked up the bronze mirror and was about to leave.

But out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the bronze mirror inadvertently, and 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 on his back.

The man's face was pale, his lips were deep purple, and he had a pair of white pupils.

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ps: This book has supernatural elements, but it is not about supernatural beings. Readers who don’t like supernatural beings can rest assured.