Chapter 162: Remove Monsters
In the mountains and forests, Chen Chuan was climbing up the mountain alone, holding a machete in his hand, carrying a Xuejun Knife and a bulging bag on his back.
It was almost July, and the mountains were full of poisonous snakes, insects and ants at this time of year. However, he had made sufficient preparations. He had brought a lot of insect repellents with him, applied ointment, and wore a scratch-resistant overalls, basically ensuring full body protection.
Even if there is a second time I suffer damage, I will try my best to protect myself in the places where I can. After all, I need to use the second time in the most appropriate and critical places.
The roads in the mountains have not been walked on for many years and are no longer recognizable.
Fortunately, after walking for more than half an hour, he found some dilapidated mountain roads paved with stone steps. Judging from the style, they were left over from the old times, and were probably from the same era as the mountain temple. This made it easier to find them. When he encountered thorny bushes on the way, he simply cut them with a machete to open up a path, which would also make it convenient for him to come down the mountain later.
The mountain was not high, only about five or six hundred meters, but the slopes were steep in some places. However, it did not pose any obstacle to him. After finding the passage, he climbed up in one breath without even losing his breath.
Although it was June or July, the forest was very cool. Now that he was at the top of the mountain, the temperature had dropped abnormally much, making him feel like he was back in winter.
But he didn't feel cold, instead he felt very comfortable.
At this moment, I finally saw the mountain temple. In front of the temple, there were two stone lamp holders with bulging eyes and pointed cheeks. The edges and corners had been worn away by the erosion of wind and rain, and one could barely make out their original ferocious appearance.
There is a mountain gate in front of the mountain temple. The walls on both sides have collapsed, leaving only half of the front wall. Various plants and green vines grow among the scattered rubble.
After passing the mountain gate, there is an open space in front and a winding mountain path going up. From here you can already see the eaves of the temple above.
However, after walking here, the sounds of insects and birds that were originally present in the mountains disappeared, and everything became quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing from time to time.
When he got here, he took out his cup and drank a sip of water, then walked up the mountain path. After a while, he arrived in front of the temple. The two gates had collapsed and were damaged. After crossing the threshold, he saw that the space of this mountain temple was not too big, only about a hundred square meters. There was dust and broken bricks everywhere, broken beams and pillars lying on the ground, and most of the roof had collapsed long ago. Only the altar was barely covered.
He walked closer and found that the platform where the statue was originally enshrined was empty.
There was no surprise on his face.
Because according to previous information, the range of this ghost story has expanded to several nearby hills. If you want to see it in the temple, you need to offer sacrifices.
He put down the backpack behind him and took out a bamboo basket from it. Inside it was a large unconscious white goose that had been prepared in advance. Then he took out an incense burner, a thick cushion, and a can of old tea leaves.
Some of these things were obtained from Cheng Zitong, and some were collected from some people by Ren Shu based on the descriptions in the archives.
In order to solve this strange story, he put a lot of effort. No strange story had ever been so thoroughly prepared before.
He first took some tea leaves out of the old teapot, poured them into a transparent glass cup he brought with him, and then brewed it with water from the thermos. However, he did not drink it, but put it aside.
Then he lit the incense burner, and after the fragrance drifted into the hall, he picked up the bamboo basket and came to the altar, where he killed the big white goose and offered it as a sacrifice on the altar.
Then he walked back, held the sword across his knees, and sat there cross-legged.
Judging from the previous situation, this kind of ghost story requires sacrifices and repeatedly asks for sacrifices, which shows that its activities are related to sacrifices. This is very similar to the flying head monster, so it is very likely that the same method can be used to consume and eliminate it.
However, this was just a hypothesis. The situation of this strange story was somewhat complicated and difficult to investigate in advance. It was hard to say what it was. So his plan this time was to handle it if he could, but if he couldn't, he would retreat and come back with Cheng Zitong to find a solution. There was no need to be too aggressive.
He waited slowly here, but there was no movement around him. He did not waste time. He guided his own breathing and silently guided the growth of the alienated tissue, adding some new incense to the incense burner from time to time.
The sky outside gradually darkened. Seeing this, he lit a few torches and placed them around, then returned to his original position and sat down.
After a long time, he seemed to hear some chewing sounds. He was moved and looked up, only to find that the big white goose on the altar had disappeared.
The sound did not come from the front, but from the back.
His eyes flickered slightly, and with a slight push of his legs, he slowly stood up without moving his upper body, and turned around. As he turned around, the chewing sound disappeared, and a dark mass seemed to appear outside the temple gate.
He picked up a flashlight, picked up the Xuejun Knife, and walked out. When he reached the door, he shone the light and saw a hunched statue of a god that had appeared there at some point, but now it was facing away from him.
But it would be more appropriate to call it a statue of a ghost rather than a statue of a god. The fingers of the statue's hands almost hang down to the ground. The upper body is large, while the lower body is slender, and the posture seems to be squatting there.
He slowly walked around to the front, and when he saw it clearly, his expression froze.
He suddenly discovered that this was actually a headless mountain ghost statue!
His thoughts raced for a moment. He had not known about this situation before, which meant that the method he had previously envisioned to solve the ghost story was completely incompatible with it, and he might have to start all over again.
Because usually when faced with a ghost story that was originally complete but later became incomplete, the correct way to deal with it is to find the missing parts.
In this case, the mountain ghost is not after any tribute at all, but just to find his lost head! Otherwise, there is no way to solve it.
This was not something that could be found in a hurry, so he immediately decided to retreat from here. He didn't even take anything from the temple and retreated without hesitation.
But after he had retreated a few steps, he heard movement behind him, and at the same time, a wave-like sign of emptiness appeared above the second me, and he paused slightly.
Looking up, I saw that the mountain ghost statue was actually moving, and paint powder and mud were falling down with a rustling sound.
After changing his mind, he stood still.
It would be easy for him to just leave, but if the mountain ghost was not satisfied with the sacrifice this time, it might go looking for the villagers nearby. Although the villagers already had experience in dealing with it, they would not just let it go. This was not the way things were done.
He looked at the mountain ghost statue and clenched the Xuejun Knife in his hand. Since he couldn't leave for the time being, he decided not to leave.
The mountain ghost statue had stood up at this moment, looking at the distance of about two meters to three meters, facing the direction of Chen Chuan, and jumped straight towards him.
Chen Chuan moved his feet and dodged to the side. The statue fell to the ground with a thud, and a lot of dust fell from it. Smoke filled the air all around.
But the first attack missed, and after a pause, he came again, and again...
Chen Chuan kept dodging. At this moment, he was certain that the speed of this mountain ghost statue was not too exaggerated and he could deal with it easily.
But this is only because it is him who is standing here, because the invasion of ghost stories is not mainly this kind of direct attack, but the invisible invasion.
At this moment, it can be seen that the second me is showing very severe signs of becoming weak, and the alienated tissues in his body are also suffering from extremely strong stimulation. This is no less than fighting against a late-stage flying head. He has to dodge while using the brief intervals to guide it with his breathing.
However, in the process of dodging, he found that the invasion of his second self was gradually intensifying, and the improvement process was very fast. He originally wanted to hold on until dawn, because this ghost story usually did not come out during the day, but if it continued like this, he was afraid that he would not be able to reach that time until his second self disappeared.
In this case, we have to find a solution.
After dodging once more, he retreated into the temple. As he entered, he arrived at a place shrouded in fragrance, and the signs of weakness on his body also weakened slightly.
He picked up a machete and waited for a moment. Then he saw the statue jumping down from above his head. He dodged and hit the statue with the machete, and a large piece of it was immediately shattered.
However, the emptiness on his body suddenly intensified, and the broken parts disappeared after a few breaths, as if he had not suffered the blow just now.
Seeing this, he concluded that as long as he came into contact with it, the invasion would intensify, even if it was through something, and it would not be broken or delayed by violence.
He was also wondering in his heart, where is the head of this thing?
He suspected it might be the work of the Flying Head Cult, because at one point in the past, the Flying Head Cult would knock off the heads of the statues worshipped in various places. If that was the case, then the statues were already destroyed and there was no way to recover them, which would become a dead end.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of a detail. The legend of Sanshan said that this mountain ghost "eats with his belly and chews it like candy."
That’s right, eat what you want!
He suddenly thought of a possibility and looked at the statue's belly. Could it be what he thought?
He quickly changed his mind and decided to take a risk.
After dodging another attack, he picked up the thermos and drank all the water in it in one breath. Then he took a deep breath and mobilized the alienated tissues in his body.
At the same time, he picked up the cup of tea, which now contained no tea leaves but wriggling black worms. He waited for the statue to jump up and fall to the ground again, then poured the tea over it, spilling it all over the mountain ghost statue.
As soon as the insects came into contact with it, they drilled into the statue's body, corroding small holes on its surface, and the mountain ghost's movements slowed down.
At this moment, Chen Chuan took advantage of this moment, stepped on the ground with both feet, rushed forward suddenly, and inserted one hand straight into the statue's abdomen. It felt like breaking through a layer of tough cowhide.
And with this contact, the signs of emptiness on my second self suddenly deepened, became uncertain, and seemed to be about to disperse.
He was unmoved. He reached in and rummaged around for a while, then suddenly grabbed something. His eyes fixed, and he pulled hard, pulling out a green-faced, fang-toothed head. It was not a statue, but a simply dried-up head!
“It’s here!”
This head was not taken away by anyone, but is in the belly of this mountain ghost!
At this time, he no longer hesitated. Seeing that the statue was about to resume movement, he placed its head on the broken neck and held it tightly. The statue suddenly shook and struggled, and after a while, it finally calmed down.
Chen Chuan saw a trace of blood seeping out from the broken neck of the statue, and then slowly flowing down. After a while, he heard a cracking sound in his ears. The statue began to crack all over its body, and began to break into pieces, and finally turned into countless ashes, all scattered on the ground.
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(End of this chapter)
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