Chapter 59 Night Rain Wild Temple (21)
After experiencing the loss of his own mobile phone and being laughed at when he borrowed his phone, Yan Shixun, who was furious, finally borrowed a phone from An Nanyuan. He found out that he had forgotten to turn on the split-screen live broadcast, so he smashed the statue on the spot in the main hall.
After calmly explaining to the split-screen camera, Yan Shixun looked at the screen full of comments like "healthy" and "positive" and nodded with satisfaction.
However, after Yan Shixun played Zhang Wubing's call, the busy tone coming from his phone made his face darken.
"Brother Yan, maybe the heavy rain here affected the signal."
An Nanyuan, who was frightened when he accidentally glanced at Yan Shixun's face, quickly comforted him, "Originally, this is a remote suburb, and there are probably not many signal base stations. High-intensity full coverage has not yet been achieved. In addition, it is raining, so the director's signal is probably poor. Didn't the director and his men find a villager's house to stay the night? They are probably asleep at this time, so we can call tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone which was busy again, Yan Shixun frowned tightly, not feeling relieved at all because of the reason given by An Nanyuan.
On the contrary, An Nanyuan's words made Yan Shixun think, if the call couldn't be connected now because the heavy rain blocked the signal, then why did it go through when he contacted Zhang Wubing before?
Just when he called Zhang Wubing to confirm the situation because the car behind him had disappeared, the first two calls did not go through, but the latter call suddenly went through, and Zhang Wubing said casually that he would stay at a villager's house and told him not to worry about the car behind him...
After seeing the abnormality of the mountain temple and realizing that something might have gone wrong in the villages near Wild Wolf Peak because of the characters and scenes on the murals in the main hall, Yan Shixun suddenly thought that since all the villagers and villages were treated as trophies by the evil god and displayed on the murals, using their souls as markers, it is very likely that all the villages are empty.
Then, where is Zhang Wubing going to stay?
Even the villagers who led them to the mountain temple were on the mural, so where did the real villagers come from?
Or, he should have asked -
Was it really Zhang Wubing who was talking to him on the phone at that time?
Yan Shixun's handsome face was so terribly gloomy that An Nanyuan, who was standing next to him, silently took two steps back, feeling that he was about to be hurt by the aura that Yan Shixun was unconsciously emitting.
The man, who was already unhappy because Yan Shixun used someone else's mobile phone, raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene, and his face, which was originally as cold as ice, was tinged with a smile.
"Yan..." The man took a long step and walked to Yan Shixun's side. The syllables rolled over the tip of his tongue, and the surname was swallowed. It vaguely sounded like he was calling Yan Shixun's name: "Shixun, who do you want to call? I can help you fix the signal."
"No." Yan Shixun sneered, refusing to be teased again: "You don't even have a cell phone, how can you fix the signal? Next time you lie, give me another excuse."
After coldly rejecting the man's help, Yan Shixun waved and called An Nanyuan over: "You just said that when you were hiding from the rats, you saw a room full of mountain gods? Where is it? Tell me the details."
"Ah? Brother Yan, you're not with us? Then, what should we do if we encounter danger?" An Nanyuan was a little confused, but because of his unconditional trust in Yan Shixun, he recounted his previous experience in detail.
"Is there a power protecting you..." Yan Shixun pondered.
He had felt a similar feeling when he was in the main hall. The statue first made a sound to indicate its presence to him, and then it even fell on the altar to make a sound to remind him of the approaching danger.
In a mountain temple that had been occupied by an evil god, the only thing he could think of that could be considered a protective force was the old statue - or rather, the proper mountain god who was supposed to protect the area.
In this case, the things that protected Annanyuan and the others were probably the paper mountain god introductions piled up in that room. Because the believers were devout enough to revere the writing and carvings, the mountain god still had some residual power preserved in the old objects. When seeing someone in danger, it would not hesitate to destroy itself to protect the living.
That is why cracks appear on the statues and the words on the ink books are swallowed up by the sudden water stains.
That was proof that the old mountain god was growing weaker.
If the power of the old mountain god completely disappears from the mountain temple, the entire mountain temple will be completely controlled by the evil god. At that time, it will be even more difficult to do anything.
Thinking of this, Yan Shixun's expression became serious. He raised the mobile phone in his hand to An Nanyuan, indicating that he would borrow the phone temporarily.
"If I stay here, I will be handing over the initiative to those rats hiding in the dark. I can only passively wait for their attacks and be led by them. In the end, I will be completely wiped out."
Yan Shixun calmly said to the people who were looking at him anxiously, "If we just hide here, the danger will not disappear on its own. If we retreat, we will only face more tragic consequences."
——The most effective way to deal with a storm at sea is to sail towards the storm!
"Besides, I'm broadcasting live on a split screen, so you can see me at any time. You can also tell me directly if you have any questions." Yan Shixun raised the phone in his hand and gestured to everyone.
His voice was calm and low, with a reassuring calmness.
Everyone unconsciously relaxed their tense nerves. Even though they had just experienced danger before, they were willing to believe Yan Shixun.
If it weren't for Yan Shixun, they wouldn't have been able to escape from the giant rats before. So, no matter what happens this time, Yan Shixun will definitely save them again!
Besides, Yan Shixun was right. Staying here and doing nothing would just mean waiting to die.
When everyone told Yan Shixun to do whatever he thought was right and reminded him to be careful, only the young master Song Ci, who had previously shouted that he wanted to see with his own eyes what a ghost looked like, shrank aside without saying a word, looking dazed and as if he was frightened.
Yan Shixun's gaze slid across Song Ci and he raised his eyebrows, not surprised at his appearance.
He had met too many people who wanted to see ghosts out of curiosity or to show off, but he had never seen anyone who was as brave as they said they were.
——That cold, eerie chill can spread along the meridians and blood vessels deep into the body, making it impossible to move or escape. It's as if even the soul is hurt. That kind of fear that makes the scalp numb and the hands and feet weak can only be experienced when you really face a ghost.
That was definitely not what the young master could feel when listening to Zhang Wubing's stories.
In the few seconds that Yan Shixun paused because of Song Ci, the tall and strong body of the man who came over completely blocked Yan Shixun's view of Song Ci.
He raised his eyebrows, looked up and asked the man silently with his eyes: What are you doing?
The man's posture was leisurely, and he didn't feel that he was blocking other people's sight at all: "I am also curious about mice, and I want to go with you to take a look."
"If you are scared silly, I won't be responsible for dragging you back. You can just feed the rats here." Yan Shixun raised his chin and pointed to Song Ci in the corner. "However, if you are scared like this, I will remember to take a photo of you as a souvenir."
The man chuckled: "I look forward to it."
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The room that Annanyuan mentioned was at the very edge of the mountain temple.
The iron gate looked like it had been there for many years, and now it looked even more dilapidated because it had just been attacked by a giant rat, leaving rows of irregular scratches and small holes bitten by teeth.
“Squeak—”
The door hinges, which had not been oiled for a long time, made a harsh sound.
After Yan Shixun pushed open the door, he saw a room full of musty smell and scattered miscellaneous items. It seemed that this was a room where little Taoist children lived when the mountain temple was still popular. You could still see the old items left over from those days, but they had been corroded and rotted by the plum rains for many years, becoming dilapidated and smelly.
There is no trace of life.
Yan Shixun thought of the image of the mountain god he saw in the main hall. The endless incense of the evil god and the exquisite and gorgeous temple formed a particularly sharp contrast with the shabby little house in front of him, which made him feel emotional.
It didn't take Yan Shixun much time to find the paper introduction to the mountain god casually piled on the table in the room.
The rice paper was covered with dust and even had cobwebs on it. It was also stuck together due to the leaking roof and the humid air. As soon as Yan Shixun's fingers touched it, he frowned because of the bad feel.
He originally wanted to read the introduction of the mountain temple and the mountain god carefully to see what happened in the past that caused the mountain god, who should have been high up in the mountain temple, to have his position as a righteous god taken away by the evil god.
But now it seems that this is difficult to accomplish.
Because the papers were not well preserved, they became extremely fragile and would break into pieces if the force was too strong. In addition, some of the rice papers that were randomly rolled up fell from the table to the ground, stained with mud and rain, and the ink marks had blurred into a ball, almost unrecognizable.
From the aging color of the paper and the depth of the handwriting, it can be roughly seen that these rice papers were not written all at once, but were written continuously for many years, and the origins of the Mountain God and Wild Wolf Peak were written in detail.
Yan Shixun bent over, using the light from his cell phone to patiently and carefully clean the stains on the rice paper, separating the stuck papers. He was not annoyed by the triviality and care of this work. There was a calm strength between his sharp eyebrows, as if he was expressing his respect for the old mountain god, so he was so patient even when reading the history of the old mountain god.
Even the audience in front of the split screen seemed to be infected by Yan Shixun's calm aura at this moment, and they calmed down and followed the split-screen camera to watch the stack of haphazardly crammed and severely stained introductions to the mountain god.
[Although I have some difficulty reading it, from these obviously positive words, it seems that this is saying that the mountain god here is very good? Can he provide the villagers with a lot of food?]
[What's wrong with the mountain god temple here! It makes me angry. There is also a mountain god temple in my hometown, but in our place, the mountain god temple records are framed and posted on the wall of the side hall, so that the young children who come to worship the god know what the mountain god has given them and what we adults have done for the mountain god. Although it is a little different from the current era, I think this kind of education is good and will make children know how to be grateful.]
[It's a bit strange. If the mountain god is a good mountain god, why would this village treat him like this? They even leave the mountain god's things randomly. It's too disrespectful.]
[Um... Do you think this room looks very depressing, like someone is crying, very sad?]
The man was not interested in the history of the mountain god. Although he had taken the initiative to ask to follow Yan Shixun here, he was just leaning against the door at this time. His originally cold eyes now looked at Yan Shixun intently with a faint smile, as if following and observing Yan Shixun was his purpose.
Yan Shixun's eyes fell on a certain line on the rice paper.
Even though it is blurred by water stains, the original words can still be guessed from the remaining radicals.
"In the year of Xin Si, at the foot of the Wild Wolf Peak, the village cut down trees and people ate the mountain..."
Yan Shixun's hand, which was originally holding the edge of the paper, paused.
In the year of Xin Si, the five elements belong to gold, and the snake hides in winter.
Breaking the ground, great disaster, and blood loss.
Digging a hole in a tree creates a grave.
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