Chapter: 17
It's just that the silence in the mountains was terrifying, and there were no insects or birds singing in the woods, which made Zhang Yuanqing's footsteps seem extraordinarily loud.
"It's too quiet. It's impossible that there are no insects in the mountains this season."
He looked around, the full moon was like a disk, and the shade of the trees was whirling. He always felt that there was something watching him in the dark.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing finally walked out of the dense forest with a thin layer of sweat breaking out from his body, and his vision suddenly widened.
The moonlight is like water, and the surroundings are dead silent. At the end of the rugged mountain road, there is a deserted ancient temple.
Standing quietly in the dark.
This ancient temple has been abandoned for many years. The paint on the gate in front of the temple is mottled and blackened, and it is full of erosion holes. The lanterns at the corners of the eaves have fallen to the ground, leaving only the skeleton of bamboo strips.
The plaque is still there, full of cobwebs, hanging obliquely under the eaves, but the light is too dim to see what is written on the plaque.
The steps in front of the temple gate are cracked, and weeds are overgrown in the cracks.
There are barren mountains and wild ridges here, and there is no village or shop behind, how can there be a temple.
Wait... Temple? !
Zhang Yuanqing reacted violently, as if the voice in the information introduction of the spiritual realm sounded in his ears:
"Don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple..."
"According to the prompt of that 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 gate of the temple, Zhang Yuanqing walked cautiously towards the ancient temple standing in the dark, and stepped over the dilapidated threshold.
What came into view was a vast front yard, with waist-high weeds growing in the yard, and a decayed half-person high incense burner was dumped in the grass, and it had been blown by wind and rain for many years.
Under the feet is a road paved with bluestone slabs, and clumps of weeds also grow in the gaps between the stone slabs.
Following the undulating decayed grass, he looked towards the end of the bluestone road, where there was a dilapidated main hall with a very high foundation and six steps. There is a dim light shining through the latticed door of the main hall.
"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 Zhang Yuanqing a trace of warmth.
Even more terrifying.
rustle.......
Stepping on clumps of withered and yellow weeds, he kept his vigilance and walked towards the main hall. In the empty environment, the sound of his footsteps was very clear.
Rustle, rustle...Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's ears moved slightly, and he heard footsteps behind him, and something was following him.
Huo Ran turned his head.
The night is like water, the weeds are lush, and there is nothing behind.
"Hearing hallucinations?"
Zhang Yuanqing stopped for a moment in fear, then moved his legs forward again.
"Shushasha..."
The footsteps came again, this time he could hear clearly, there was really something following behind him. JrNovels.com
"It's too quiet. It's impossible that there are no insects in the mountains this season."
He looked around, the full moon was like a disk, and the shade of the trees was whirling. He always felt that there was something watching him in the dark.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanqing finally walked out of the dense forest with a thin layer of sweat breaking out from his body, and his vision suddenly widened.
The moonlight is like water, and the surroundings are dead silent. At the end of the rugged mountain road, there is a deserted ancient temple.
Standing quietly in the dark.
This ancient temple has been abandoned for many years. The paint on the gate in front of the temple is mottled and blackened, and it is full of erosion holes. The lanterns at the corners of the eaves have fallen to the ground, leaving only the skeleton of bamboo strips.
The plaque is still there, full of cobwebs, hanging obliquely under the eaves, but the light is too dim to see what is written on the plaque.
The steps in front of the temple gate are cracked, and weeds are overgrown in the cracks.
There are barren mountains and wild ridges here, and there is no village or shop behind, how can there be a temple.
Wait... Temple? !
Zhang Yuanqing reacted violently, as if the voice in the information introduction of the spiritual realm sounded in his ears:
"Don't enter the temple, don't enter the temple..."
"According to the prompt of that 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 gate of the temple, Zhang Yuanqing walked cautiously towards the ancient temple standing in the dark, and stepped over the dilapidated threshold.
What came into view was a vast front yard, with waist-high weeds growing in the yard, and a decayed half-person high incense burner was dumped in the grass, and it had been blown by wind and rain for many years.
Under the feet is a road paved with bluestone slabs, and clumps of weeds also grow in the gaps between the stone slabs.
Following the undulating decayed grass, he looked towards the end of the bluestone road, where there was a dilapidated main hall with a very high foundation and six steps. There is a dim light shining through the latticed door of the main hall.
"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 Zhang Yuanqing a trace of warmth.
Even more terrifying.
rustle.......
Stepping on clumps of withered and yellow weeds, he kept his vigilance and walked towards the main hall. In the empty environment, the sound of his footsteps was very clear.
Rustle, rustle...Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing's ears moved slightly, and he heard footsteps behind him, and something was following him.
Huo Ran turned his head.
The night is like water, the weeds are lush, and there is nothing behind.
"Hearing hallucinations?"
Zhang Yuanqing stopped for a moment in fear, then moved his legs forward again.
"Shushasha..."
The footsteps came again, this time he could hear clearly, there was really something following behind him. JrNovels.com
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