Chapter 46: Night Rain Wild Temple (8)
It can be seen that what the middle-aged Taoist said was right. The mountain god temple is indeed very popular and offerings are constantly coming in. It is more spacious than any mountain god temple Yan Shixun has seen before, which is enough to show the abundance of funds.
As soon as Yan Shixun entered the hall, he could smell the strong aroma of incense. The incense burner in front of the statue was also filled with ashes, as if the lively atmosphere of the daytime was still lingering.
Even from the brightly colored, unfaded silk ribbons inside the hall, one could tell that a temple fair had been held here not long ago.
The guests were all in the room in the side yard. The middle-aged Taoist priest and two villagers were chatting animatedly in their own little house. The rain blocked out all the sounds from outside and made the light blurry.
In the empty hall, only the sound of Yan Shixun's light breathing was heard in the air.
He looked up and carefully examined the main hall in the faint light coming in from outside, his footsteps so light that they were almost inaudible.
The sudden rainstorm blocked the program group's schedule and dispersed the convoy. When they had to stay in an unfamiliar suburb, Yan Shixun seemed more vigilant than ever. From the moment he met the two villagers on the road, he had been observing them quietly.
Moreover, when no one noticed, Yan Shixun also asked the god for divination, politely informing the mountain god of their arrival, just like ordinary people visiting a strange place, seeking help and protection from the host.
He also wanted to ask the mountain god here when the heavy rain would stop.
——The fact that Zhang Wubing was not in front of him made him feel that something was wrong. He wanted to wait until the rain stopped and the sky got light and then go and meet up with the other two cars.
However, the mountain god did not give Yan Shixun any response.
"Look at the mountains and rivers, and see all the gods."
Mountain gods in various places are more important to local residents than other gods. Compared with the unattainable immortals, mountain gods were born in the mountains, forests, rivers and lakes, protecting the area, making the land fertile, the weather good, and the evil spirits not invade.
Correspondingly, the local residents also believe in the mountain god, worship and celebrate the birth of the mountain god, build mountain temples in the mountains, or regard the big trees in the village as the incarnation of the mountain god, cover them with red and colorful decorations, tie red ropes on them, and express their good wishes and gratitude to the mountain god.
Many places still retain this tradition until now.
Although in many places the mountain gods have long disappeared due to over-development or loss of faith.
But from the moment he set foot here, Yan Shixun could clearly feel the strong atmosphere of the mountain god. It was as if the mountain god's people were everywhere, making the mountain god's power and control reach its peak like in the past when the gods still relied on the heaven and earth.
But even such a mountain god did not respond to Yan Shixun's visit and inquiries.
It's as if He never existed.
This contradiction was also the starting point of Yan Shixun's initial suspicion. He even thought at one point that the mountain god here had left, leaving only the former position of the god, which led him to mistakenly believe that there was a mountain god living here.
But the existence of the mountain god temple dispelled Yan Shixun's doubts.
Whether it is the popular and well-repaired mountain temple, the middle-aged Taoist priest who manages the temple, or the importance of the mountain temple in the village and the bustle of the temple fair as described by the two villagers, all prove that this is a living and efficacious temple.
And its efficacy is another kind of evidence that God lives here.
Why didn't he respond to him... Is it a personality issue? Is the mountain god here an exclusive person and not welcoming to outsiders?
Yan Shixun frowned, feeling that there were many pieces of the puzzle missing in his thoughts, making it impossible for him to sort out everything smoothly.
Mountain god temples are usually built and maintained by the village with funds raised on their own, and their reputation is usually limited to a few miles around. Therefore, compared to Taoist temples, the configuration and maintenance of mountain god temples are generally not very good, and the decoration is more down-to-earth, which will obviously reflect the local folk characteristics and the simple and warm aesthetics of the villagers.
But what Yan Shixun saw now was a beautifully decorated hall, with its walls and ceiling covered with colorful paintings of figures, which vividly depicted the daily lives of the villagers. Even each person had a different posture, different clothes, and each face had its own characteristics. You can tell at a glance that they are different people, so vividly that it seems as if these people will walk down from the wall in the next second.
In addition to human figures, the murals also feature farmland, houses, chickens, dogs, livestock, and even the curling smoke rising from the roofs and the mountains and forests behind, all of which are depicted in detail.
The level of detail and similarity makes people who see it sigh at the prosperity of the village and the complete preservation of the mountain god culture.
With his excellent eyesight, Yan Shixun could clearly see many images of animals painted on the ceiling. Some were running fast among the grass and trees, while others were bowing to the gods.
Although such scenes are rarely painted in mountain god temples, Yan Shixun can understand that this is intended to express that not only the villagers living here, but also other animals are protected by the mountain god and are grateful to him.
But when his gaze moved to the side, it froze with some confusion.
That was the painting in the center of the ceiling, right above the head of the statue. It depicted an animal squatting on a rock on the top of the mountain, while the other animals were vaguely bowing to it.
If you look at the entire hall, it seems more like all the villagers and animals are paying homage to the painting and guarding it.
Could it be that the person who built the mountain temple hired a craftsman who had fine painting skills but was not good at folk customs?
Yan Shixun couldn't help but feel a little confused.
But after walking around the hall, he didn't find anything wrong. He could only temporarily put all his doubts in his mind and prepare to leave.
On the murals hidden in the darkness, all the characters in the paintings turned their eyes painted with ink, twisted their necks, and cast their gazes towards Yan Shixun, turning their necks as he walked and following his steps closely with their gazes.
The peasant women leading their children to the market, the naughty children hiding behind the door, the villagers working in the fields, and even the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, cattle, sheep and other livestock...all the creatures painted in the murals in the main hall were looking at Yan Shixun.
Their clothes were brightly colored, and their faces were painted with two bright red blushes. In the dim light, they looked particularly strange and creepy.
It was as if the chill of the rainstorm had silently seeped into the hall, spreading along the red and black floor tiles...
“Crash…”
Just as Yan Shixun was about to stretch out his long legs and step out of the threshold of the hall, a faint sound suddenly rang out.
This was extremely clear in the quiet hall.
Yan Shixun also turned around instantly, his sharp eyes shooting straight towards the source of the sound.
Everything was quiet in the hall, and the murals on the wall were still the same as what Yan Shixun had just seen. He looked at the statue where the sound came from, and his sharp eyebrows were furrowed.
Was it mice that made the noise?
But Yan Shixun did not dispel his doubts because of his own guess. Instead, he took a long step and walked directly towards the statue.
The mountain god statue in the main hall of the mountain god temple is extremely magnificent, plated with gold and covered with red cloth, which is no different from the ordinary villagers' understanding of the statue.
The statue high above has a ferocious and angry face. It does not look like a gentle mountain god, but rather a mountain god who will protect the villagers with force.
As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Shixun carefully looked at the statue of the mountain god.
Although the statues of angry gods are rare, they do exist. Perhaps the villagers near the Wild Wolf Peak are often harassed by wild wolves, so they hope that the mountain god who protects them is a strong and powerful god.
Yan Shixun thought so, so he didn't notice that there was anything wrong with the statue.
It was not until now, when he approached the statue because of the sudden sound, that he suddenly realized -
There is actually a small space hidden behind this gilded statue that is so tall that it almost reaches the ceiling!
Yan Shixun quickly walked around the statue and went to the back of it. Then he paused slightly, and his narrow and sharp eyes widened slightly in surprise.
On the back of the gilded statue, there is actually another small statue.
Unlike the gilded statue that faces the main hall and accepts worship and incense offerings from the villagers, this wooden statue, which is hidden with its back to the main hall, is dilapidated and even covered with thick dust and cobwebs.
Rather than a statue, it is more like an old thing that has been discarded and forgotten.
Time and wind and rain have eroded the round hands and compassionate eyes of the wooden statue, but one can still tell from the remaining smooth lines how the craftsman carved this statue with a reverent heart a hundred years ago, carefully carving and polishing it, and finally carving out the image of the god in his mind and eyes.
Today, the head of the statue is seriously missing, as if it was gnawed by rats, leaving jagged scars, with only half of the eye remaining. A crack extends from the top of the statue to the bottom of the base. The loose wood is still tenaciously maintaining the integrity of the statue, but it is still in danger because of this crack, and it is unknown when it will completely fall apart.
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes and stared at the statue for a long time, then bent down, raised his hand and gently brushed away the spider webs wrapped around the statue, barely making the statue look clear.
At this moment, a piece of wood chip fell from the crack beside the statue's eyes and hit Yan Shixun's palm.
It's like, the gods are crying.
Yan Shixun couldn't help but be stunned.
"Is it the old statue?" Yan Shixun asked the wooden statue in front of him in a low voice, as if it could answer his question: "You have the money to repair the mountain temple and build a new statue with a gilded body. Are you just going to throw the old statue aside? I'm sorry for you."
As he spoke, Yan Shixun made a hand gesture to summon the gods, and with his other hand, he held the base of the statue and steadily lifted it up from the dusty altar. Then he walked around this narrow and dirty space, placed the small wooden statue on the altar where the tall statue was, and temporarily left it.
Then, he stepped behind the tall statue again, took out the handkerchief he carried with him, and quickly cleaned the dust in this small space.
But Yan Shixun, who had been concentrating on cleaning, did not notice that the moment he turned around, the figures on the walls of the entire main hall all showed expressions of fear, and all took several steps back in the paintings. Many of the figures even hid directly in the buildings painted nearby, not daring to expose themselves.
The animals on the murals and the ceiling suddenly became ferocious and angry, and some even stretched out their sharp claws, trying to reach out from the murals and grab the broken little statue.
"Yan, Shixun?"
Outside the hall, a deep and magnetic male voice suddenly came, calling Yan Shixun's name.
Everything on the mural returned to normal in an instant.
Yan Shixun's hand, which was cleaning the altar, paused and he made a "tsk" sound.
From the voice and the way the sentences were punctuated, he knew who was calling him.
It was the assistant director whom he disliked.
Every time the assistant pronounced his name, his pronunciation was different from others. He would always hold the last sound of "Yan" and pause before continuing to call "Shi Xun". This pause and ambiguity inexplicably created a lot of intimacy, and it even sounded like they had a very good relationship. Instead of calling out the full name, he was just saying -
Shi Xun.
This made Yan Shixun feel a chill and goose bumps all over his arms.
He did not respond directly to the assistant director. Instead, he turned around and placed the broken statue back on the cleaned altar. His slender fingers nimbly wiped away the dust and cobwebs on the statue, gradually revealing the obscured outline of the statue.
When he saw the statue clearly, Yan Shixun was stunned.
This is a gentle enough statue.
Her eyebrows are lowered, her lips are smiling, and her rounded shoulders and gestures reveal smooth lines, revealing the image of a gentle and loving female deity.
But the tall gilded statue outside had a frowning face and a ferocious expression, which was completely different from the image of this statue.
It's not like a new statue replaces the old one.
It seems that new gods have been created and old gods have been abandoned.
"Yan Shixun, aren't you in there?" Outside the hall, the assistant director saw that Yan Shixun had not responded to him, so he called out again.
"exist."
Yan Shixun frowned and came out from behind the statue. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a tall man standing outside the temple door, but he had not stepped into the hall.
After seeing Yan Shixun's figure, the man who had been lowering the brim of his baseball cap raised his head and looked at him.
The faint sound of laughter coming from the accommodation room was vaguely heard outside the hall, but the man stood outside the high threshold of the hall, but not even a corner of his clothes touched the air inside the hall, as if he was avoiding it, or as if he was disgusted.
He was like a silent barrier, standing silently in the darkness. Only a little light blurred his face, and only a clear-cut profile outline was vaguely visible in the light.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yan Shixun said coldly, "If there is something urgent, you can just come into the main hall to see if I am here, instead of calling my name like a ghost."
"If you randomly call out someone's name in the suburbs late at night, do you think I would respond?"
The man was a little surprised: "Why don't you respond?"
Yan Shixun rolled up the dirty handkerchief and held it in his hand while walking towards the entrance of the hall where the man was. "When you were little, didn't your parents tell you folk tales? Or did you not receive nine years of compulsory education? Don't you know about the wolf that makes people turn around and take advantage of the opportunity to pick up the claws, and the beautiful snake on the wall?"
"You didn't even tell me who you are, but you just called my name. How would I know if the person standing behind me is a human or a ghost?"
Yan Shixun snorted and walked out of the hall.
Instantly, the cool and refreshing air after the rain outside blew in his face, making Yan Shixun suddenly feel that his breathing was much smoother. And he could hear the noise of the guests and a hint of heat again.
It's raining heavily outside, but it's actually cooler than inside the hall?
Yan Shixun turned around and looked at the hall in some confusion, wanting to step back in to feel the difference.
"Nine years of compulsory education..." The man's voice was rarely filled with doubt: "What is that? And the beauty snake, I have never seen such a thing."
Yan Shixun: “……?”
He suddenly forgot about turning around and going to the main hall, and looked speechlessly at the man who was waiting for an answer with a serious face. It seemed that the man was not teasing him deliberately, but was really waiting for his answer.
But, don’t you know about nine years of compulsory education?
"Have you never been to school? Illiterate? You don't look like you can't read. Have you not even attended elementary school? Or is it because you used to live in the mountainous area?" Yan Shixun glanced up and down at the man, roughly estimated the power contained in this body, and his expression became even more confused.
With this much muscle, it doesn’t look like he can’t even afford to eat. How come he has never been to school?
Yan Shixun suddenly remembered his childhood.
After being picked up by his master, his master originally wanted to take him around the world. However, he was often persuaded by the officials he met that all children must go to school and receive nine years of compulsory education. So his master regretfully sent him to school when he grew up a little.
——Even when he went to school, his master would often ask for leave for him and take him out of school to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits together.
Even he, who had no place to live since childhood, was persuaded to go to school. What's wrong with this assistant director?
"Primary school... is it similar to Imperial College?" The man blinked in confusion, and finally realized: "I can read and study, but I went to school a few years earlier, and it's not the same as now."
Yan Shixun: "...It doesn't matter. I won't say anything if you haven't been to school. You don't have to hide it like this."
Judging from this face, he is in his twenties. How early can he go to school? The policies are always the same.
However, out of consideration for the man's psychological feelings, Yan Shixun did not mention the matter again, but changed the subject: "Why did you come to see me?"
Man: I feel like I've been misunderstood, but this question is hard to answer. If I explain that he read this book more than a thousand years ago, it seems like it would scare this ghost exorcist in the living world...
"They prepared some food for dinner. I came out to find you because you weren't here." The man tacitly skipped the previous topic and said, "You probably haven't eaten yet. Strangers need food."
Yan Shixun glanced at the man and said, "I've wanted to ask you this before, why do you always call me a 'living person'? Are you a dead person?"
The man paused, then calmly replied, "That's how it's called in my dialect. If you're not used to it, I can follow your habits."
"I've traveled to many provinces, but this is the first time I've heard of a dialect called 'shengren'. Where are you from?"
Let me see which province has not responded to the nine-year compulsory education?
"My hometown is a small place, you probably don't know."
…
No matter what Yan Shixun asked, the man calmly found the answer and answered him.
Although Yan Shixun felt that the man was hiding something, he could not find any evidence. He could only stare at the man suspiciously, trying to find some clues from his facial expression.
After the two of them walked a long way away, the air in the hall, which had almost solidified, began to flow again.
On the mural, hundreds of eyes silently watched Yan Shixun's departing back in the darkness.
Silently...
"Do you have Yan Shixun's contact information?"
In Haiyun Temple, Taoist Priest Ma didn't care about Taoist Priest Song and the other guests who came to visit. He knocked on the door and pushed it open. He eagerly grabbed Taoist Priest Song's robe and asked, "When you were in Guishan, did he give you any contact information? Social account, personal account, phone number... anything is fine!"
The Taoist priest named Song Yi rarely saw his peer being so impatient, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Why are you looking for Junior Brother Yan? Isn't he recording a show? If you have anything to do, you can find him after he finishes recording. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Hearing the word "program", Taoist Ma sneered and asked, "Do you know where that unfortunate live show is now?"
"?"
"Wild Wolf Peak." Taoist Priest Ma added calmly, "It started to rain near Wild Wolf Peak tonight, which means they went to Wild Wolf Peak on a rainy day."
Taoist Priest Song: “!!!”
This time it was Taoist Song's turn to be the one who was not calm.
He immediately jumped up from the chair, and the image of the Taoist priest who had just been calm and profound in front of the guests was shattered to the ground. He did not care and rushed out to run to his master's room.
guest:"……?"
Others may not know Yan Shixun's identity, but Taoist Song Yi is sure of it.
His master is Master Li, a high-ranking Taoist priest in Haiyun Temple, who is also considered the oldest Taoist priest in Haiyun Temple. Although Taoism does not talk about longevity, no one knows Master Li's exact age this year, but Song Yi roughly estimates that he must be over a hundred years old.
Taoist Master Li's master has many disciples, and the youngest one among them, Li Chengyun, is the most talented one in Haiyun Temple's recorded history. Their master even wanted to let Li Chengyun manage Haiyun Temple.
But perhaps Li Chengyun's name is in line with the meaning of Taoism. Just like his name, he will not stay in one place for too long, but travel around like a cloud.
Even in the past few decades, no Taoist priest in Haiyun Temple had ever seen Li Chengyun.
Even Taoist Priest Li only figured out that his youngest and best junior fellow apprentice was still alive, but he didn't know where he was or what he was doing.
"Master!" Taoist Song pushed open the door of the old Taoist's room and shouted anxiously, "Master, Junior Brother Yan went to Wild Wolf Peak!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a peach wood sword was thrown over.
Taoist Song Yi was startled and barely dodged it.
The old Taoist priest dressed as if he had already gone to bed, and walked out of the room with a sullen face: "It's almost midnight, why are you still not asleep? What do you want to do? Do you want to practice Taoism?"
Taoist Priest Song then suddenly reacted. It seemed... it was indeed very late, and it was time to rest and go to bed.
He couldn't help but coughed guiltily, like a student caught by his teacher doing something bad, and then hurriedly said, "It's not my business, Master, it's Junior Brother Yan's business. Didn't he go on a trip with that program? They are now... at Wild Wolf Peak on a rainy day."
As soon as he heard it clearly, the old Taoist priest took a breath and said, "What is Goudan's disciple doing at Wild Wolf Peak? Is he crazy?"
"I don't think this kid is born unlucky. Why did he go to Ghost Mountain last time and Wild Wolf Peak this time?" The old Taoist priest quickly pulled the Taoist robe from the side, put it on and walked out: "Didn't you remind him that he couldn't go to Wild Wolf Peak? How can he be a senior brother!"
Taoist Priest Ma: I wanted to remind you, but Junior Brother Yan didn’t give me the chance.
When they got together, they suddenly realized that no one had Yan Shixun's phone number. There was only a private account, but the messages sent by Taoist Ma were still unread.
Under the old Taoist priest's extremely low-pressure death gaze, Taoist priest Song also tried to call the program's director Zhang Wubing, but apart from the "beep" sound coming from the receiver, no one answered the call. Even when he called the other staff members who had left their contact information last time, no one answered.
Upon seeing this, the old Taoist priest immediately rolled up his sleeves and started to tell fortunes himself. After calculating the numbers one by one, he finally determined Yan Shixun's phone number.
However, when Taoist Song called over——
"The number you dialed is powered off."
For a moment, the air in the room became heavy.
Several Taoist priests realized that something might have gone wrong with the program team again.
Taoist Priest Ma also shook his head: "Wild Wolf Peak, it just happens to be Wild Wolf Peak on a rainy day."
For ordinary people, Wild Wolf Peak is just a popular check-in spot that has become popular in recent years because of its exceptionally clear and beautiful night sky. It has attracted many camping enthusiasts and photography enthusiasts to take pictures and enjoy the natural scenery.
But for those in the know, Wild Wolf Peak represents a heavy story. And on a rainy day, Wild Wolf Peak is a place that even famous people will not go to.
All the spells and other methods used by the Taoist priests to pray to the gods were ineffective there. Even the Miao witches and wizards could not ask questions of the ghosts there.
That is the place where gods die and disappear.
Mortal means must not be used.
Wild Wolf Peak was originally just an unknown little hilltop.
Although there are often wild wolves in the area, destroying crops and taking away chickens and ducks, they never hurt people easily.
The villagers have never thought of moving away from Wild Wolf Peak because the land there is fertile, the weather is good, and they can get a rich harvest every year. On the contrary, people from faraway villages often hear that the harvest is good and the people are good here, and come to live in this village.
As more and more people gathered, the dozen or so nearby villages became prosperous, and people and animals lived in harmony.
It was not until more than ten years ago that the first tree was cut down and the first shovel of soil was dug at Yelang Peak.
The tranquility of Wild Wolf Peak was broken.
The young people in the village are no longer satisfied with the life of working hard in the fields, and they don’t care about the money they earn from farming. They ignore the advice of their elders and sign contracts with big bosses and companies from outside, allowing them to take away the fertile soil of Yelang Peak and cut down the precious trees that are hundreds or thousands of years old.
The money obtained from the soil and trees continued to flow into the pockets of the first few people. People in nearby villages became jealous and followed suit, scrambling to win over the big bosses from the city and sell the mountains behind their houses to them.
Old trees were cut down one after another, falling to the ground with a loud "crack" as they could not bear the weight. The red ropes and ribbons that were tied to the trees during the mountain god festivals in previous years were also scattered on the ground, and were carelessly stepped into the soil by the workers' boots, making slight noises.
It's like the unwilling sobs and sighs of an old tree before it dies.
But with money, young people can build big houses, old people can stop working, and young people can wear new clothes.
Everyone seemed satisfied.
No one cares what will become of Wild Wolf Peak.
Even though everyone saw that the once lush and green Wild Wolf Peaks and their rolling mountains were becoming barren, like a lifeless death.
Elderly people in the village have also issued warnings.
"The mountain god will be angry! The fertile land under your feet, the abundant harvest of food, and the peace that is not disturbed by typhoons and rainstorms are all the protection given to you by the mountain god because of your faith and respect! Every tree you cut down is the mountain god bleeding!"
However, the young people wearing good clothes and driving nice cars mocked and cursed: "Don't block other people's wealth if you are old! You have been staying in such a small place all your life, you don't know anything and you don't understand anything. What era is it now? You still want a mountain god? Haha! If there really is a mountain god, then let him come and beat me himself."
The old man was shaking with anger, but he could do nothing to stop it.
The villagers, who were crazy about money, did not notice that there had been no wolves on Wild Wolf Peak for a long time. Even at night, the forest on Wild Wolf Peak was quiet, as if the animals that could be seen on the mountain in the past had all run away and no longer interacted with humans.
The animals in these mountains are also intelligent and know that the villagers with whom they used to live in peace are no longer their friends.
To the villagers today, they are just fur and meat that can be exchanged for money.
Then, finally one day, the villagers suddenly discovered that all the chickens and ducks in their yards were dead.
It was still dark when screams were heard from every household in the village.
All the chickens and ducks in the village had died in a miserable and hideous manner, with all the blood bleeding and dead in the yard. Their black bean-like eyes were staring at the house and their gaze moved as the villagers walked.
The villagers, who originally thought that it was some thief who had done the evil, were terrified when they saw this scene. Some were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and shouted in the direction of Wild Wolf Peak, asking for forgiveness from the mountain god, swearing that they would plant the trees they had cut down and asking the mountain god not to be angry again.
Some people didn't care at all and put the dead chickens and ducks into the pot that day, thinking that it was the people from the neighboring village who were jealous of their wealth. They invited people to their home and prepared to go to the neighboring village for revenge after eating and drinking their fill.
However, these people were unable to go.
When the sky brightened again, the villagers saw these people wandering around the village with lifeless eyes and talking nonsense.
The villagers quickly sent them to a fortune teller.
But--
"The mountain god has nurtured you with his body and protected you for a hundred years of peace and good harvest. He has never hidden his power. Every time you make offerings to the mountain god, he will turn them into rice and return them to you."
The witch's expression was stern and full of reproach: "But you no longer worship the mountain god, so the mountain god no longer has the power to support himself. The original virtuous cycle has been broken because of you. There is no mountain god to protect you anymore. Those dead chickens and ducks are the best evidence of the invasion of evil spirits."
The villagers were trembling with fear and quickly asked a fortune teller to exorcise the evil spirits for the young people who were possessed by evil spirits.
However, just as the witch lit the fire and prepared to use fire to exorcise the evil spirits, the young men who had been unconscious before suddenly laughed wildly and rushed into the fire with all their might. The other villagers were shocked when they saw this, but those young men suddenly became extremely powerful and no one could stop them.
The fire burned so fiercely that neither water nor the witch's methods could put out the flames.
Until the laughter of those young people became weaker and weaker.
The fire gradually died down, and in the black ashes on the ground, only a charred corpse as black as charcoal remained, with even the face invisible.
The frightened villagers were unable to recover for a long time. However, just as they were trying to suppress their nausea and try to deal with the young men, the charred corpses suddenly stood up staggeringly.
They slowly climbed up from the embers of the fire, and with every movement, black debris fell off their bodies, and their entire bodies were completely carbonized. Then, they opened their burnt black mouths, revealing their pale teeth, and smiled at the villagers.
The onlookers immediately fled in all directions.
But when they came back to check, they found that the charred corpses had completely disappeared.
The witch fell to the ground, unconscious.
It was at times like this that the villagers were invited to visit Haiyun Temple.
The young Taoist Master Ma almost vomited as soon as he stepped into the village where the accident happened.
"Master Song, you haven't been there, and you haven't seen that scene." In the room, Master Ma, who was an eyewitness, smiled bitterly: "The whole village was filled with the stench of corpses, and the debris of burnt corpses were everywhere, even in the villagers' rice jars. However, those villagers didn't feel anything at all, and they were still living their normal lives there... That was no longer the human world."
"The mountain god is dead."
Taoist Priest Ma whispered.
Although Taoist Master Song had known about the current situation of Wild Wolf Peak for a long time, he had not been there in person for more than ten years. When he heard Taoist Master Ma's description, his face changed drastically.
Taoist Priest Ma smiled bitterly: "You know what will happen to a place without the protection of the mountain god."
Taoist Priest Song knew it very well.
No, it should be said that the result has been presented to everyone.
——Evil spirit, revenge and counterattack.
The more severely they were suppressed by the mountain god before, the more fiercely those evil spirits will counterattack after the mountain god's death.
Even the old Taoist priest's face turned serious.
"etc."
Taoist Priest Ma suddenly shouted, "Wait, something is wrong!"
Under Master Song's puzzled gaze, Master Ma quickly took out the tablet he had used to watch the live show and placed it heavily in front of the two of them, looking heavy and panicked.
Taoist Priest Song: “? What do you mean?”
"The guests of the program have just moved into the mountain god temple." Taoist Priest Ma asked in a low voice, "The mountain god is dead, so where did they come from? The mountain god temple?"
"Or should I ask - whose temple is this?"
Upon hearing this, Taoist Priest Song’s eyes fell on the tablet.
The guests in the camera were smiling happily under the warm lights.
Taoist Master Song was outside the screen, shuddering with fear.
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