.......It can't be so evil, you just encountered dirty things when you first 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 anymore, and at the same time with goosebumps raised, he ran wildly and rushed to the main hall.

The footsteps behind him followed him like a shadow.

While chasing, Zhang Yuanqing quickly rushed out of the wild grass, approached the main hall, jumped up the six steps in two steps, and finally broke through the two lattice doors of the main hall with a loud bang.

The sound of footsteps behind him suddenly disappeared.

"Whoa, whoa..."

He panted heavily, and finally dared to look back, the moonlight sprinkled on the courtyard like water, the wild grass, the stone road, the silence was scary, but there was nothing.

"Fortunately, I didn't catch up."

After Zhang Yuanqing took a breath, he gently closed the door of the main hall, as if blocking fear from the outside.

Then, he glanced at the scene in the main hall. On the high stone base, there was a lady wearing a fur cloak and gorgeous costumes. She had a round face, slender eyebrows, and a kindness.

This empress is holding the fly whisk in one hand, and the other hand is grasping. She seems to be holding something, but at the moment it is empty.

On the left and right sides are boys holding swords and maids holding books.

In front of the pedestal is a dusty tribute table. On the table is a candlestick, a candle twenty centimeters long and as thick as a baby's forearm, burning quietly.

The candlelight dispelled the darkness, and seemed to dispel the fear in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. He felt much more stable emotionally.

On the left wall, there are two faded and cracked wooden boards, which are full of italic characters.

Zhang Yuanqing strolled to the wall and gazed at it by the candlelight at dusk. The style of these scripts is classical Chinese.

His Chinese proficiency is not bad, and through half-guessing and half-reading, he has a clear understanding of the environment he is in.

This mountain is called Sandao Mountain, and the mountain god enshrined in the temple is called Sandao Mountain Empress.

This mountain goddess is a person from Songfu in the early Ming Dynasty. She practiced in Sandao Mountain in Songfu. She is proficient in the method of talisman and alchemy.

After she became a fairy, the local government built this temple in Sandao Mountain, named "Sandao Mountain Niangniang Temple", and the successors of the empress managed the incense and acted as temple blessings.

"The temple in the early Ming Dynasty must have been five or six hundred years old." Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

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

A dark figure lay in the shadows under the table.

The state of mind was too panic just now, and the candlelight was dim, so I didn't notice it at the first time.

Zhang Yuanqing approached it bravely, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a corpse with only a skeleton left.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief amidst the horror. Compared with this weird mountain temple, the corpse is not so terrifying.

Taking a few steps closer, by the faint candlelight, he could clearly see the clothes on the skeleton, a dusty labor protection suit.

Worker?

"Is this the construction team from back then? So I did enter the world of ghost stories." JrNovels.com