Chapter 61 Night Rain Wild Temple (23)
As Yan Shixun's solemn and serious voice fell, the smile on the mountain god's lips became softer.
The translucent figure in the air became fainter and fainter, and the ink characters on the rice paper that Yan Shixun had folded and placed aside were quickly blurred by the water stains that appeared out of nowhere, and the scope was getting larger and larger. It seemed that this volume of the Mountain God Temple Records would soon be completely destroyed.
From then on, no one knew that there was a mountain god here who tried her best to protect her people.
The power of the mountain god was getting weaker and weaker, and it was not even enough to support her to reveal her figure, and she was about to dissipate.
However, because he had entrusted the matter that he was most worried about to Yan Shixun, the mountain god had no fear in the face of the imminent complete death. Instead, he showed a sense of peace of mind and satisfaction.
"Wild Wolf Peak... I'm counting on you, the ghost exorcist in the world."
The mountain god smiled and lowered his eyes, looking at Yan Shixun.
Her figure slowly disintegrated into countless points of light in the air, like millions of fireflies. The light was fragmented but still never gave up illuminating the space. The light was beautiful beyond words.
"I will lend you my remaining power and the last name of the Wild Wolf Peak God. I believe you will make good use of this power."
The mountain god smiled, took one last look at the man standing behind Yan Shixun, nodded slightly and bowed, as if saluting the man.
But the man's expression remained indifferent, with no trace of emotion on his overly sharp and cold face except when he looked at Yan Shixun.
Then the mountain god closed his eyes.
The figure finally disappeared.
At the same time, all the words on the rice paper neatly placed on the table disappeared completely, and then suddenly broke into powder, scattered all over the table and the floor, and were blown away by the wind.
It was as if that memory and time had completely disappeared.
On the other side, the wooden statue that had been standing on the dusty altar in the main hall made a faint "crack!" sound, and cracks spread. The originally fragile statue finally broke into two halves in the middle. The lively vitality on the statue dimmed and turned gray.
The old woman who was originally chatting with the program crew suddenly stood up from the rattan chair and looked in the direction of the mountain temple in astonishment and confusion.
"Mountain God..."
The entire Wild Wolf Peak was making a "Woo-woo" sound under the rainstorm, echoing in the deserted valley and spreading far away.
It seemed as if the entire earth and all the remaining living creatures were wailing for the complete death of the mountain god.
Yan Shixun subconsciously took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to the place where the mountain god had just stood, but he only grasped a gradually dimming light.
But at the same time, he suddenly felt that at that moment, he seemed to be integrated with the entire vast world. He seemed to be standing above the clouds, with his arms outstretched to face the wind, or diving under the rivers and swimming with the fish. He could sense the swaying of every flower in the mountains and the rebirth of every blade of grass.
As vast as the heavens and the earth, He is everywhere.
And into his ears, he could hear the curses and wails of countless people. All the whispers overlapped and mixed together, and they were the ghosts' last lingering attachment to the human world.
The mountain god actually lent him his power and the throne of the Wild Wolf Peak mountain god.
"Is the mountain god... dead?" Yan Shixun looked a little dazed.
The man who saw everything took two steps with his long legs to Yan Shixun's side, stretched out his cold and strong hands to hold Yan Shixun's shoulders to prevent him from feeling dizzy from seeing too many things and hearing too many sounds in an instant, and to serve as a support for him to lean on.
"As long as grass and trees grow on this land again, and the animals in the mountains return, people will come to settle down, farm and raise chickens and ducks, and seek the protection of the mountain god, praying for a good harvest this year and next. Then, when the faith here gathers again, a new mountain god will appear."
The man spoke the truth in a calm voice, without any emotion: "After the mountain god dies, it will merge with the mountains and rivers again, nourishing the land to regain vitality... Mountain gods have always been like this."
"But you don't have to worry." When the man looked at Yan Shixun, a smile appeared in his originally cold eyes: "Even if you are a temporary 'mountain god', you will not have the opportunity to experience death. You will live for a long time, and Fengdu will not take you away before you reach the age of 50."
The man originally thought that Yan Shixun was afraid that he would become like the mountain god, so he wanted to ease Yan Shixun's emotions and comfort him.
But before he could say this, Yan Shixun looked at the man with suspicion: "I felt something was wrong in the main hall before, no, even earlier. You don't look like someone who would apply for the position of assistant director. Who are you?"
"You know the feelings I haven't told you. You know more about ghosts and gods than I do. Your understanding of yin and yang far exceeds that of any living person I have ever met. Even the effectiveness of your spells is comparable to that of the founders of some sects... You are not an assistant director."
Yan Shixun's tone gradually changed from doubt to firmness. He turned around and stood in front of the man, confronting him with a serious expression: "If you think about it carefully, you haven't talked to any staff members of the program except me, and they haven't been aware of your existence. Including me, and even Zhang Wubing, who should have had more interactions with you at work, no one in the program team has ever asked your name or called your name."
"Who are you? What's your name?"
Inside the shabby and dim little house, the atmosphere that had just relaxed became tense again.
The audience, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the assistant director who appeared completely in front of the camera for the first time, and listened to Yan Shixun's questioning voice. Their hearts, which had just fallen back into their chests, began to tremble again.
[Ah? What's going on? Why is Brother Yan asking this? Could it be that... this brother, is, is a ghost?]
[After all, even Brother Yan suspected that he was the one, maybe it was true? Whatever! Brother Yan is so handsome! ! Did you see that scene just now? I seemed to reach out and give my hand to Brother Yan. Woo woo woo, this is the scene in Oatmeal’s dream. I am so excited that I am rolling around on the bed, twisting like a maggot.]
[What? ? No way, after all, how can a ghost be so handsome (dementia.jpg), I saw this person in the frame of Brother Yan's split screen before, and I was so handsome that I screamed. Unfortunately, I don't know why, when I wanted to see him later, the cameras just skipped over him as if they were conscious, unless Brother Yan was next to him, I couldn't see him once. Now it's good! Brother Yan directly pointed the split screen camera at this person, my God, although I still can't see his face, his figure and aura are amazing. Is this program poisonous? Why are the amateurs so good-looking, first Brother Yan, and now this person, Brother Yan said that he seems to be an assistant director? Woohoo, does such a handsome assistant director really exist? ]
[Me too, I had glanced at him unconsciously before, but I didn’t have time to think he was handsome at that time. It’s not that he’s not handsome, it’s that he’s really scary. I was originally scared by those moving murals, and I felt that the cartoon characters on my wallpaper were moving. But when Brother Yan’s camera was focused on him, I was really frozen, and my brain was “buzzed” as if it was gone. I felt so cold even wrapped in a quilt that it took me a long time to recover. I cried and pulled out the blanket to cover myself. In the middle of summer, my mother thought I had a cold and felt cold. She asked me for a long time just now.]
[Ah, you are all good, can you understand the pain of young people living alone in a house with a cemetery view? I am alone at home, and there is a cemetery outside my window. I can always hear strange noises like "ge ge ge ge" outside. There are always things being moved around in my house, which makes me wonder if the neighbor next door to the cemetery has come to visit me. As a result, my goodness, just when the camera was pointed at this person, my house suddenly became quiet, quiet!!! There was no sound at all, it was so quiet that it felt like I was in a cemetery! Oh my God, I was scared to death, what's going on, it's scarier than the sound! ]
[No, you just accepted the existence of these things so easily? Didn’t you see that just now, a woman appeared in front of Brother Yan! After saying a lot of weird things, she suddenly disappeared! Oh my god, this is the first time I’ve seen a ghost, it’s so exciting!!! I was almost scared to death.]
[I don’t think that little sister just now is a ghost. Isn’t this the Mountain God Temple? Brother Yan was just flipping through the paper that recorded the deeds of the Mountain God. Is she the Mountain God? And I don’t know why, when I saw that little sister just now, I suddenly remembered the things I often played in my hometown village when I was a child. Our village also believes in the Mountain God. There is a very large and thick sacred tree at the entrance of the village. There are always various colorful ribbons tied on it, and there are also various bracelets and garlands that little girls like the most. They always clamor to go to the market to buy silk threads and weave beautiful bracelets for the Mountain God Grandma. At that time, I loved sleeping under the tree. I could always sleep soundly, as if I had a beautiful dream, but I forgot it when I woke up. That memory is so beautiful. Just now, I looked at this little sister, and I cried as I thought about it. Now I am crying with snot and tears all over my face. I miss home and the Mountain God Grandma. ]
[That rice paper, did no one notice that rice paper? My god, it turned into powder in just a few seconds, how did they do that?]
[Not only rice paper, but also fireflies. I checked several times whether it was because I was looking at the tablet in the middle of the night and my eyes were blurry. It turned out that those bright spots were indeed fireflies!]
[Alas... My grandfather was the manager of the mountain temple. He was an old man with a good reputation and high prestige in the village. He would help sweep the ashes in the mountain temple. So I really feel very close to the mountain god. When that figure suddenly appeared just now, I really felt like I was back to my childhood, leaning against the big pillar of the mountain temple, basking in the sun and eating candy. I felt so happy and warm. I think this might really be the mountain god. But Brother Yan just said that the mountain god is dead...]
[Oh my god, no way? This little sister looks so gentle and easy to get along with, how could she die? No, wuwuwu.]
[Alas, there is nothing we can do. Times have changed and many places no longer need gods...]
Although he borrowed a cell phone from An Nanyuan, Yan Shixun still didn't have the habit of checking his cell phone at any time. The cell phone in his coat pocket lit up and dimmed several times in vain, but was never seen.
Master Ma of Haiyun Temple: [Junior Brother Yan! Blessed be the Immortal Heavenly Venerable, I finally got through to you on the phone. It was not easy! When I called Miss Bai Shuang just now, she said, "Junior Brother Yan, your phone was lost. Are you using Mr. An Nanyuan's phone now? It just so happened that he added my personal account last time, so I quickly sent you a message."
Master Ma of Haiyun Temple: [Junior Brother Yan, the Wild Wolf Peak is very dangerous on a rainy day! It is no longer a place for us to intervene. Although Uncle Li said you can, for the sake of safety, you should find a chance to evacuate with everyone else. We will wait for you outside the Wild Wolf Peak. Once you enter the Wild Wolf Peak, all your methods and spells will be ineffective. It is very dangerous! Junior Brother Yan, don't show off.]
Master Ma of Haiyun Temple: [? ? Junior Brother Yan, I’m watching your split-screen live broadcast, please check your phone quickly!!! I’m so anxious, what’s so good about a man, why are you always looking at him? I have something more urgent to talk to you about, isn’t it said that young people like to watch on their phones? The official person next to me said so, why don’t you watch it? ]
Master Ma of Haiyun Temple: [Junior Brother Yan, if you like to look at men, look at me! I am also a man!]
…
The man who was being closely stared at by Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes and looked at the faint light in Yan Shixun's pocket that kept lighting up and dimming. The phone without a message alert sound was reminding its owner in vain, but it never received any attention.
Someone is looking for you, don’t you want to take a look?
Just as the man was about to ask Yan Shixun this, he suddenly realized that the person looking for Yan Shixun was also a man, and was asking Yan Shixun to look at him instead of him.
The man's face immediately darkened slightly, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. For some reason, he didn't want Yan Shixun to divert his gaze from him to look at the message sent to Yan Shixun by another man, so he focused his attention on someone else.
There is only one such ghost exorcist in the world.
It took him nearly a thousand years to finally find it, and from then on he was surprised and delighted every day by the fact that it was exactly like his ideal human exorcist.
Don't want to lose.
He wanted to continue watching the miracles brought by the human exorcist named Yan Shixun.
The man moved his thin lips, as if he wanted to say something.
His long hair cast a shadow on his pale face which had not seen the sun for years, making it impossible for Yan Shixun to see his expression clearly.
"Shi Xun..."
Just as the man subconsciously took half a step forward and opened his mouth to say something.
The phone in Yan Shixun's pocket suddenly rang. He instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, but his attention was distracted elsewhere and he reached out to take out his cell phone.
Interrupting what the man was about to say.
"Junior Brother Yan!" As soon as the call was connected, an urgent shout came from the other end.
Yan Shixun frowned, recalling the familiar voice, as if it was the Taoist Master Ma from Haiyun Temple whom he had met before.
Taoist Priest Ma seemed extremely excited: "May you be blessed with infinite blessings! I finally got through to you, Junior Brother Yan. My hair almost turned white with anxiety tonight."
"You didn't read the message I sent you just now, so I'll make it short. Junior Brother Yan, I don't know why the signal suddenly got better just now, and the barrier that prevented us from entering Wild Wolf Peak also suddenly became weaker. You should take advantage of this moment to take everyone away from Wild Wolf Peak. That place is too dangerous, and you can't handle it..."
The old Taoist priest’s roar suddenly came into the background of the phone, interrupting Taoist Ma’s words: “Who said that! Goudan’s disciple is definitely better than him, even better than Goudan! He can definitely do it!”
Then, Taoist Master Ma covered the receiver with his hand and smiled bitterly: "Uncle Master, don't say that now. This is where so many people failed more than a decade ago..."
The official in charge came over and asked, "Mr. Yan Shixun, I'm the official in charge of this kind of incident. We met last time. What's the situation on your side now? Are there any injured? Do you need first aid or anything else? We'll prepare immediately..."
Yan Shixun listened quietly and judged the situation on the other side from the three different voices.
He smiled lightly, his voice magnetic and steady: "Don't worry, I will take everyone away from here - after the matter of Wild Wolf Peak is completely resolved."
"It's been more than a decade. Karma should have come to an end. Those who left should have returned long ago."
The voice on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.
After a long while, Taoist Master Ma murmured with mixed emotions: "Junior Brother Yan... you are indeed worthy of being the disciple of Master Chengyun."
After hearing Yan Shixun's affirmative answer, the official person in charge who had been listening to the loudspeaker beside the phone breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly contacted the higher-ups and arranged a blockade of the area near Wild Wolf Peak to prevent innocent passers-by from getting involved.
He was originally very worried about the situation at Wild Wolf Peak, but because he had just listened to the old Taoist priest talking for a long time about how outstanding Yan Shixun was, and now heard Yan Shixun’s personal promise, he subconsciously felt that if it was Yan Shixun, he could really do it!
Amidst the joy, only the man standing not far in front of Yan Shixun had a gloomy face.
The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy and the temperature dropped to freezing point.
When he saw Yan Shixun smiling and talking to the person on the other end of the phone, with all his attention focused on that person, and the eyes that were just staring at him now not even a glance at him, the man suddenly felt very bad.
It was as if the attention that originally belonged to him was snatched away.
After the man's expression and aura were transmitted to the eyes of the audience watching the split-screen live broadcast through the camera, the ghosts that were originally floating around the audience, or sitting on the chairs beside the audience and watching the live broadcast silently with the audience, or curiously hanging upside down from the upper bunk or above the cabinet and stretching their heads to look at the screen, or crawling out from under the bed and lying on the edge of the bed watching with relish, or floating outside the window and peeking inside when passing by the audience's home, were all frightened when they came into contact with the man's expression on the screen, feeling that they were afraid they were going to be killed, and the whole ghost was almost scared in half.
Many viewers looked at the man in front of the camera and felt that their blood was frozen when the man looked at the split-screen camera.
Some audience members rubbed their arms, wondering: [Why did it suddenly become so cold?]
[Me too, I was shivering from the cold even though the air conditioner wasn’t on.]
[It’s the same in my house! There was a thump under the bed just now!]
[My glass just cracked!]
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