Walking to the end of the deep mountain, Yan Niang saw a stone wall pressing down head-on, as aggressive as if it was about to collapse.
She looked at the dense groves and clusters of unknown wildflowers on the top of the mountain, pursed her lips, and whistled long into the sky.
The crisp whistle pierced the blue sky like a long wind and waves, but the wind passed silently, and there was no response except for a few distant echoes.
Yan Niang frowned slightly, and said suspiciously, "Why did you come here, and you didn't find Miss Jiang, even Jingwei is gone?"
” After speaking, she looked around, saw that there was no one around, waved her two fingers into the air, and caught a copper needle out of thin air.
She threw the copper needle forward, and it stood firmly in the air, motionless.
Seeing this, Yan Niang slowly closed her eyes, put her slender five fingers under the copper needle like a lotus, and sang the song "Summoning Spirits" in her mouth. ” "The soul is back!
The harm of the West, the quicksand spires into the thunder abyss for thousands of miles, and it is scattered and unstoppable.
Fortunately, it has to be taken off, and there are some red ants like elephants and some bees like pots in the open space.
The grains do not grow, and Cong Kan eats some of his soil and rots people, and he gets nothing from asking for water.
Wandering without leaning, the vast with nothing" As soon as the song fell, she felt a cold white mist rise around her, and she opened her eyes to see that these white mist were gathering little by little into human shapes, beast shapes, all kinds of colors, staggering towards her, and when they came to her, they gradually merged into one, curled up, twisted, and wrapped her in the center.
Yan Niang stood still, letting the fog surround her, and countless hideous faces emerged from the fog, with her mouth wide open, shouting at her with a hissing voice.
These voices seemed to float in the clouds, but when they fell, they were like sharp blades that pierced her ears, as if they were about to cut her mind into countless pieces.
Yan Niang still kept her eyes open, her eyes swept over the faces that were scrambling to poke into her one by one, but her pupils became smaller and smaller, and in the end, they turned into two thin slits, which flashed with a faint yellow light, which looked extremely penetrating.
I don't know how long it took, she suddenly sighed heavily, her eyes returned to their original state, but her fingers gently lifted up, pinched the copper needle in her hand, and then threw it towards the white mist around her, and said softly, "Go, you have been trapped in this mountain for so many years, and you should also escape into reincarnation." ” As soon as these words fell, the copper needle shuttled up in the white mist as if it had life, circle after circle, stringing up those hazy white shadows one by one, flying towards the distant mountain tops, and soon merged into those clouds like cotton wool.
Seeing the copper needle flying away, Yan Niang's eyebrows still did not relax, but locked tighter and tighter, she turned around and looked at the mountain road when she came: now the sun has risen, and the morning glow is like a golden hat above the mountain, but the road is still gray, the sun seems to be blocked by something invisible, only a few breezes are shuttling through the forest, bringing a strange fragrance.
Yan Niang bit her lower lip and said to herself, "Jingwei is a spirit body, but my copper needle didn't even summon it, so it can be seen that it is not here at all, no, it must not be in the world now, it is trapped somewhere, so it can't hear my call." ” Thinking of this, her heart tightened suddenly, and she once again cast her gaze on the mountain forest in front of her: not far away, the dilapidated eaves of Lingxian Temple loomed in the shadows of the trees, like a ghost sneaking out of the shadows.
"Lingxian Temple, that Zhang said that she had seen that strange person here, could it be that there is something strange hidden in this temple?"
With this in mind, she walked up the mountain road towards the small temple hidden in the dense forest.
Yan Niang's body was as light as a swallow, her steps were like flying, and it didn't take much effort to come to the gate of Lingxian Temple.
This small temple has only three wings, and a large courtyard is divided into two parts.
There is a statue of Buddha in the middle room, because no one has cleaned it for a long time, the Buddha's body is already covered with cobwebs, and even the two eyes of the statue are filled with gray-white webs.
Yan Niang looked at the mottled statue coldly for a while, then gently raised her foot and stepped into the threshold.
But as soon as the sole of the shoe touched the ground, her back suddenly cooled, and she grabbed the door frame with one hand, trying hard to retract that foot.
However, she was still a step too late after all, and countless thin red lines suddenly floated in the sky above Lingxian Temple, like rain in the sky, overwhelmingly pressing downward.
At the same time, the mud under her feet moved slightly, turning into black quicksand, rising and falling, shaking her almost unsteadily.
But it didn't take long for the black sand to suddenly freeze, and under Yan Niang's feet, there was a black and shiny floor tile, reflecting her slender shadow.
Yan Niang hurriedly looked back, only to find that everything around her had changed, this was still in the dilapidated small temple, she was now in a large hall, a row of red candles on the table in front of her illuminated the boxy space around her, but the rest of the hall was pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly.
She looked at the four corners of the hall, and for some reason, she always felt that the black gathered in one place seemed to be alive, ready to move, ready to show their sharp claws at any time.
Yan Niang exhaled deeply, turned around and walked towards the palace gate, she could see the yellow and green fireflies outside the door, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, strange and mysterious.
But just a few steps away, two red stone pillars suddenly flashed in front of her, Yan Niang looked up, and saw two rows of neat big characters on the pillars: Good comes here with a clear heart, and evil is more than my own cold.
"Good comes here with a clear heart, and evil is more daring than my family."
She repeated these two sentences, and a awe-inspiring smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "If good and evil are rewarded in this world, why should I be scheming and trying my best to take revenge, these two sentences are at all." ” As soon as these words came out, a cold wind suddenly rolled up behind her, sending a strange fragrance to her nose, and this fragrance was the same as what she had smelled in the mountains just now.
At the same time, the row of candles standing upright on the offering table moved a few times, and all of them were extinguished.
Yan Niang said badly in her heart, got up and jumped towards the temple gate, but before she came to the door, a dense net grew out of thin air in the middle of the temple door, woven of red filament, like splashing blood, firmly sealing the temple door.
"The flower of the other side."
After saying the name, Yan Niang squinted her eyes and looked at the black with teeth and claws behind her, and squeezed out three words between her teeth, "Who are you?"
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