Chapter 23: Jingxian Temple at Night

Chapter 23: Jingxian Temple at Night

Chapter 23: Jingxian Temple at Night (asking for monthly ticket)

"Don't go out at night."

"If my master comes knocking on the door, I will close my eyes, cover my ears, and sleep on it. It will pass quickly."

"Also, I'm going out to patrol the mountains tomorrow, so you need to leave before I leave."

Chen Huangpi placed everyone in the guest rooms of the Taoist temple, left three instructions and left early.

In the guest room, only Yubaba and the fox mountain god were left.

The other disabled people were in the next room.

Yubaba hadn't slept for a whole day and night. Her mind was tense and she had encountered many unexpected events. She was already exhausted.

As soon as Chen Huangpi left, he closed his eyes.

But the Fox Mountain God does not need any cultivation.

Only incense can offer sacrifice to the gods.

At this moment, it restrained all its breath and pretended to be dead.

But the soul keeps thinking.

There are countless evil things in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

But there are very few gods because there are too few remnant people to support too many gods.

Generation after generation, they struggle to survive.

Although it had lost its memory of Master Chen Huangpi, it still remembered what happened afterwards.

The Fox Mountain God and the Yellow Peril have been around for nearly two thousand years.

I also fell asleep several times in between.

Because of natural disasters or man-made disasters, a village will always be destroyed.

The remnants of Huanghu Village also found it and the Yellow Peril two hundred years ago, and only after offering incense and offering sacrifices did they revive again.

During this period, I also encountered other gods.

Some of those gods have not fallen into deep sleep for nearly two thousand years.

It learned from the gods that the Ten Thousand Mountains had existed for so long that it should have given birth to extremely powerful evils long ago. However, there was a terrifying existence that had been patrolling the mountains. Once an evil called a disaster appeared, it would disappear immediately.

However, that being hasn't patrolled the mountain for a long, long time.

Because in the Ten Thousand Mountains, there had long been an evil being called disaster.

But those terrifying beings never dared to show up.

They were afraid that the one patrolling the mountain was still there.

Even if he is dead, his residual power can suppress their fear.

"Chen Huangpi is also patrolling the mountains, could that person be him?"

An idea came to the mind of the Fox Mountain God, but he extinguished it as soon as it arose.

What a joke.

This kid is only nine years old. Although he is a bit naughty, the mountain patrol he mentioned is probably just a few hills near the Taoist temple.

"Maybe he is his master."

The Fox Mountain God told himself this, and then he extinguished the thought: "It must not be, it must not be!"

It has lost that memory.

But he still clearly remembered the cruelty and evil of the old Taoist in white robe.

If this person is the one patrolling the mountains, then we are completely finished.

All the yellow peril and black peril should be put aside.

The one who turned into an evil being must be called the Lord of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the most evil among the evils.

So it must not be.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be courting death?
"I'm so weak now, it shouldn't notice me."

And just then.

dong dong dong...

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Have you seen Huangpi'er? I didn't see him in the pot or in the furnace. Is he in there?"

That voice belonged to the old Taoist in purple robe.

The Fox Mountain God’s eyes turned dark and he screamed in his heart, “He’s not here, he’s not here.”

"Okay, I'll look for it again."

After a while.

The Fox Mountain God then breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself that what Chen Huangpi said was true. If he heard the Taoist knocking on the door, he would leave as long as he didn't respond.

It’s better to leave. It’s better to leave.

My soul is almost frightened to death. I will leave early tomorrow morning and absolutely cannot stay in this damn place.

Available in the next second.

The purple-robed Taoist priest's voice sounded faintly: "I didn't leave."

"What, you're not leaving?"

The Fox Mountain God was so horrified that his statue was shaking with fear and several pieces of dirt fell off.

"You've been nagging me for so long that I'm already hungry."

"When you're hungry, you have to eat."

The purple-robed Taoist priest's voice fell to the ground, and his stomach growled with hunger.

But to the ears of the Fox Mountain God, this did not sound like hunger at all.

It's clearly a death-threatening sound!
……

The red moon hangs high in the night sky.

Looking up, the night was as dark as a curtain and not a single star could be seen.

However, this is only within the Jingxian Temple.

The extra areas are different, very evil and strange.

Chen Huangpi was holding a yellow oil lamp, standing in front of a courtyard gate covered with moss, and whispered, "Huang Er, the red moon won't be able to shine in after you go in, do you have enough oil for your lamp?"

"It must be enough. If not, I'll just squeeze a little more."

This was not the first time the brass oil lamp had entered the extra area.

In fact, it knows more than Chen Huangpi.

This was because it was already in the Jingxian Temple when it was created. It knew the distribution of the Taoist temple and how terrifying it was inside.

"Benjia, you have to be careful. Don't move around after you go in, so as not to disturb them."

The tone of the brass oil lamp is very discreet.

"Also, we must get in and out quickly. If we don't get out before daybreak, we'll never be able to get out again."

Chen Huangpi said, "Don't worry, Huang Er, we have been here several times, I know what's going on."

"If you had it, you wouldn't have thought of going to the Sutra Library to look for the Medicine Sutra!"

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes.

In the past, I only agreed to go for a walk around the periphery with you because you kept pestering me, and I never dared to go inside.

The master was not crazy at that time.

Chenhuangpi is the temple master’s treasure. He is afraid that it will melt if he holds it in his mouth, and he is afraid that it will become bitter if he holds it in his arms.

At most he would get a few spankings when he went in.

Then he was thrown into the alchemy furnace and the real fire burned away the things on his body.

But I would be in a miserable situation. After being refined by the true fire, all the lamp oil would be refined out. It would be a life worse than death.

In other words, the temple master is now crazy, and the brass oil lamp can't resist the temptation, so he agreed to help Chen Huangpi this time.

"gone!"

Chen Huangpi said to the brass oil lamp.

Then he stepped in.

The next second, he could no longer see anything, as if he was blind.

The wick of the brass oil lamp lit up into a flame the size of a bean.

This dispelled the darkness around Chen Huangpi, allowing him to see things.

But the range is not large.

The nights here are different from the nights outside.

Even a brass oil lamp doesn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Chen Huangpi kept walking.

He walked carefully and entered through this gate, which was the closest place to the Sutra Repository.

Just turn left, right and go straight.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Chen Huangpi counted silently in his mind with every step he took.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight steps, not one step extra."

When you turn left for the first time, there are a total of 998 steps.

He walked this road twice.

When I walked for the first time, there was still one step left.

It was the scream of the brass oil lamp that stopped him in his tracks.

Because once you take that extra step, it will disappear in an instant.

What is weird is not the extra stone slab under your feet, but the number of steps.

Whether you take big steps forward or small steps.

The number of steps will be the same.

The difference is one more step or one less step.

"Let's go, you're lucky that thing isn't here today."

The brass oil lamp breathed a sigh of relief and urged Chen Huangpi in his heart.

But I am a little disappointed. It would have been better if there was one more step.

If you can't go any further, then just go back home.

There is no need to be so nervous.

Chen Huangpi continued to walk forward and whispered, "Huang Er, this is the third time I've walked this road. I'm curious about what that thing looks like. It seems that if I don't take one more step, it won't appear."

"What kind?"

The brass oil lamp thought for a moment and said, "It has a human-like upper body, but a pile of rotten flesh in the lower body. It has no legs and is covered with fleshy buds. It must have been cut in half before it was born. It crawled 999 steps with its hands before it turned into an evil creature."

"In the mountain god's memory, I saw many people with strange things growing on their bodies, and they all turned into evil things after they died."

"Yes, this thing is what you think it is."

The yellow-skinned oil lamp said fearfully, "We are still outside now. It will be more dangerous if we go further inside. There are more people dying inside, especially in the Sutra Library. We must be more careful when we get there."

"Huang Er, our relationship has faded."

As Chen Huangpi walked, he whispered, "You clearly knew these things, why didn't you tell me before?"

"The master of the temple won't tell you. What if he doesn't want to tell you? Wouldn't it be a shame for me to keep saying anything?"

The brass oil lamp explained, "Besides, not long after I was created, those people all died, and the temple master also divided me into thousands of parts. It was not until you were born that I was awakened again, and I don't know many things."

"Then how did I come to be? Was I born by the master? Or was I picked up?"

"I really don't know that."

The brass oil lamp shook its head secretly; it really didn't know.

Because the reason why the temple master woke it up was purely to make it Chen Huangpi's playmate.

He was afraid that Chen Huangpi would be lonely without a playmate.

Otherwise, the brass oil lamp would still be sleeping now.

Chen Huangpi said nothing more and did not stop for a moment.

This road must be followed in the order of left, right, and front to reach the Sutra Repository.

After Chen Huangpi walked to the end on the left, he closed his eyes and walked to the right.

"Huang Er, help me find the way."

He didn't dare open his eyes.

The same was true for the brass oil lamp. The moment Chen Huangpi closed his eyes, the burning wick was extinguished and no longer emitted light.

Because of the light, that thing can see them.

Even without looking, you can see everything around you very clearly.

"Forward, forward."

"Slow down, and move to the left."

"Come closer, you almost touched it."

"Watch your step. Its roots have grown a lot. We can't walk anymore. We have to jump over it."

The sound of the brass oil lamp kept ringing in Chen Huangpi's heart.

Chen Huangpi was extremely nervous.

He couldn't see anything, so he could only rely on Huang Er.

Because he stopped here last time, and Huang Er reminded him of this at that time, but he tripped when he was not paying attention. After he opened his eyes subconsciously, he saw that extremely strange thing.

It's a tree.

A dead tree without leaves, I don’t know how tall it is.

Because the tree crown is so huge, all you can see is densely packed dry branches intertwined together, like a canopy of clouds.

Chen Huangpi once suspected that the reason why the extra area of ​​Jingxian Temple was dark after nightfall was because the red moon was blocked by its tree canopy.

It doesn't allow any moonlight to shine in.

And this is not the weirdest thing about it.

Although it is a dead tree, it is not dead.

It bears fruit every once in a while. Those fruits look like babies and will grow bigger and bigger. Just like humans, they will grow old, get sick and die, but they will hang on the tree all their lives and only fall off after death to turn into fertilizer.

That time when he came in and Chen Huangpi opened his eyes and saw it, all the people hanging on the tree were old men and their wives.

They were all naked, their skin was wrinkled like rotten fruit, and they emitted a foul odor.

Chen Huangpi only took a glance and those elderly people began to howl miserably.

next second.

Chen Huangpi appeared on the tree, entangled by branches. One of the branches was frantically drilling a hole above his head, trying to pierce into his head.

But he has thick skin and tough flesh.

The branch couldn't pierce his skin or his skull, so it hung him upside down and tried to enter from another position.

Chen Huangpi was frightened, and the brass oil lamp was also frightened, so they quickly asked for help through their clones.

In other words, the master was not crazy at that time, so he appeared in an instant and rescued him.

Otherwise, the tangerine peel would have been hanging upside down on the tree by now.

"Huang Er, what do those fruits look like now?"

"Don't make any noise, they seem to be able to hear the voices in your heart and mine."

The brass oil lamp was extremely nervous, as it sensed that the human fruit hanging on the dead tree was in its teenage years.

My eyes are not blurry and my ears are not deaf.

Even if it extinguishes the wick, those hanging on the tree cannot see the people and lamps below, but they can hear the voices of each person and lamp.

At this time, place your palms next to your ears in a trumpet shape, facing downward.

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