"Is the situation serious?"
Facing Song Wei's serious expression, Ashan shook and nodded, his expression growing more serious. After a long moment, he frowned and shook his head again and again, saying, "I don't know. I can no longer sense the situation in other mountains, but I can sense that the mountain is very irritable and uneasy, seemingly extremely anxious. The last time the mountain was like this was over eighty years ago. That time, the entire mountain was sealed off for over eighty years, making it difficult for outsiders to enter its depths."
"More than eighty years ago... Ah Shan, are you referring to the time when I lost control more than eighty years ago?"
"Yes and no. Judging from the timing, it does seem like the incident that happened between you and Shen Yan. And in this mountain, there has only been one major event in recent years. At first, I thought the mountain's unrest was due to your loss of control, King Yan, Song, or Shen Yan's Great Seal. But later I discovered that it wasn't. The mountain's fluctuations began before you lost control. On the contrary, it was when you and Shen Yan were fighting fiercely that the mountain became much calmer."
"What...what does this mean?"
"It means exactly what it says. Song Wei, Song King of Hell, I've actually always wanted to ask you a question. Do you remember why you lost control? The construction of the King of Hell Temple lasted almost a year, from its collapse. Why didn't you discover your secret earlier or later, but on that day? If I remember correctly, that day coincided with the gates of the underworld, a time of extreme yin. Because of this, you were able to easily control tens of thousands of yin objects for your own use."
"You mention it like that? There are a few seconds of clever timing. As for how you knew the cause of my death back then, it was because..." At this point, the expression on Song Wei's face suddenly changed slightly. He didn't hold the water cup firmly in his hand. His hand shook and he knocked the cup over with a "bang" sound. The warm water directly soaked a large area of his pants. Song Wei was completely unaware of it, which scared Ashan. He hurriedly asked what was going on. However, Ashan's face changed drastically the moment he heard Song Wei's words.
The next moment, Song Wei said, "I don't remember. No, or maybe it shouldn't be called not remembering. I just don't have any impression at all. I don't have any impression at all. It's like I suddenly don't know anything."
"How is this impossible? This is impossible! Others may forget their memories, but you, King Yan, Song, will never forget. How could there be something you don't remember..."
Don't blame Ashan for being so emotional. The reason is not anything else, but simply because as the King of Hell, he must record all the times of death in the world. Therefore, everyone may forget something, but the position of the King of Hell does not have such a possibility. There are only things that the King of Hell does not know, but there is no thing that the King of Hell will forget.
Although Song Wei had not been involved in the affairs of the King of Hell for more than eighty years since the incident that year, he could clearly feel that the mark of the King of Hell still existed on him and that the throne had not been taken back.
And now, Song Wei, the King of Hell, couldn't even remember what happened back then, not even a hint of it! How was that even possible? This wasn't a trivial matter. Just looking at how Song Wei was losing control at the time, you could tell how much of an impact this had on him. It wasn't normal, it was definitely not normal!
Almost at that moment, Song Wei and A Shan suddenly thought of a possibility. When their eyes met, they almost said in unison, "Could it be that this incident is related to what happened back then?"
If that was the case, it would be terrible, because Ashan also had a vague feeling that this time might be much more serious than the last time. At this moment, misfortunes never come alone. Ashan received an extremely anxious call from Shen Xiu, who told him that Shen Yan had driven all of them out, leaving only him and Wen He inside. Even Xuanming and the others were driven out by design.
"Shit, I'm completely out of ideas. I can't just sit there and wait. The barrier completely blocks all possibilities of entry. Wen He, Shen Yan, and the others can't get in continuously. Besides, a lot of reinforcements have arrived here. Let alone cracking it, they can't even be shaken a little bit. Shit, I'm so angry. Ah Shan, you're not an ordinary person, right? I felt it when you and Xiao He broke the peach wood to guide the spirit for me last time. Now we're completely out of ideas. Do you have any ideas? No matter what it is, even if there's just a little possibility..."
The Shen Xiu on the phone had completely lost his previous composure. He was extremely irritable and impatient. Later on, Shen Xiu was even repeating the same words incoherently. In Shen Xiu's own words, he felt a very ominous premonition. Even though the two people now in the sealed barrier were the two most talented people in the entire metaphysical world, Shen Xiu's uneasiness still did not dissipate, but became even stronger.
In fact, Ashan could fully understand Chen Xiu's uneasiness. The reason was simple: he felt no less uneasy than Chen Xiu did.
But what else can he do now? He has no way at all. Not to mention that he has returned the throne of the mountain god. Even if he has not returned it, he is just a small mountain god and can do nothing. He could do nothing more than eighty years ago. He could only protect himself and seal off the mountain. Let alone now.
Ah Shan couldn't help but smile bitterly a few times, and at this moment, Song Wei's voice interrupted from the side, "Give me the specific location."
This sound made Ah Shan startled, and he subconsciously turned his head, "Song Yan... what are you doing...? You want to go over there?"
"Well, I'll go over there. If I can't break the seal set by Shen Yan, I'm afraid no one can. More than eighty years ago, that guy helped me, and now I can't just sit there and wait. What's more, Shen Yan is not the only one in there."
Seeing that Song Wei had made up his mind, Ah Shan paused for a moment, and finally swallowed all the words back into his stomach. In the end, he could only nod and say, "Be careful. Don't be fooled this time."
"No."
After going through so much, Song Wei has long been clear about what he wants. This time, he will no longer be confused like he was for more than eighty years.
Moreover, Song Wei was more worried about Shen Yan than himself. In his opinion, Shen Yan was a more dangerous guy than anyone else. In many ways, if his loss of control back then was due to someone behind the scenes, then what would have happened if it wasn't him who lost control, but Shen Yan? He had no confidence that he could suppress the other party, and there was no way another guy named "Shen Yan" would appear!
When Song Wei thought of this possibility, his heart shuddered several times. He shook his head violently and said to himself: No, it's impossible. Although Chen Yan is not a very handsome guy, there should be nothing that can stimulate him, so he will not be like he was more than 80 years ago. It must not happen, yes, it must not happen.
Having said that, Song Wei was still worried. No matter what, although his strength has weakened a lot now and is far inferior to his peak period, he is still a King of Hell after all, and is more useful than those guys in the metaphysics world. Thinking of this, Ashan has confirmed the specific location with Shen Xiu again, saying that someone will go to help them at that time. If even he can't do anything by then, then no one can do anything.
In a flash, Song Wei was ready to leave, but just as he was about to leave, he ran into Wen Yi, the mother of Wen, who had been standing outside the door for some time. Song Wei and A Shan were stunned, not knowing how much Wen Yi had heard or how long she had understood.
"This... Aunt, we were just..." Seeing this, Ashan couldn't help but wanted to explain something hurriedly.
However, before Ah Shan could finish his words, Wen's mother shook her head and interrupted him. Without saying anything, she turned her gaze to Song Wei and asked, "About when will you be back?"
"It's hard to say." Song Wei wanted to say something when he was suddenly questioned, but under the calm gaze of Wen's mother, Song Wei finally said nothing and just shook his head slightly, "But I will be back as soon as possible."
"Come back safely, and bring Xiao He back safely. Tell her that if she gets hurt, don't come back to see me. I'll be waiting for you at home."
After a pause, Wen's mother sighed slightly, looked at Song Wei with great concern and helplessness and said.
Although she was not a metaphysical person and did not understand the affairs of the metaphysical world, she was not completely unaware of the danger. After all, she had stayed in the mountains for a long time and had a vague sense of something.
For example, the fruits in her fields grew particularly well and matured in a very short time; for another example, she had seen many times that Ashan could communicate with mountain animals such as roosters without any obstacles; for another example, her Xiaohe was very busy recently and had not been seen much, and when he went out, he did not bring anything with him, only a lot of things that looked like yellow talisman paper.
All of this was enough to prove that her Xiao He and the people around her were not ordinary. When Song Wei first arrived at her home, he and A Shan became incredibly familiar with each other. Although A Shan pretended it was his first time meeting Song Wei, if it was really their first meeting, how could their conversation be so familiar? As if they had met and communicated many times before?
Mother Wen saw all of this, but she said nothing until this time when the situation seemed serious. She wanted to say something, but she still couldn't say anything. She could only hope that the people she cared about and her relatives would come back safely. She would tidy up the house so that when they came back safely, they could have a hot meal and a sip of hot soup.
At this moment, Song Wei seemed to have understood what Wen's mother was thinking and nodded very carefully. Although he was not sure when he could come back and did not know how serious the situation was, he would definitely do his best to bring the person back safely!
Here, Song Wei had already set off according to the address given by Chen Xiu, but on Wen He's side, the situation was not too good, or perhaps it could be said that she had never encountered such a situation before.
The exorcism talisman seemed to have no effect at all. No, it was not that it had no effect, but rather that the deeper they went into the Nanda Mountain, the shorter the duration of the exorcism talisman's effectiveness became. They had only reached the halfway point of the mountain, but the exorcism talisman's effectiveness had been shortened to less than five minutes. If this continued, let alone doing anything else, even she herself might not be able to hold on for much longer. As time went on, her spiritual power might not be able to sustain it any longer.
At this moment, Chen Yan seemed to have hung something around her neck, with a familiar warm and cool touch. But before she could look down, her left hand was unexpectedly grabbed by someone. The warmth in her palm made Wen He so embarrassed that she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back. But just as she moved, she heard Chen Yan's slightly hoarse voice in her ears, "Don't move."
As he spoke, Chen Yan had already taken Wen He's hand, placed it to his lips, and bit it slightly, breaking Wen He's fingertip. Then, Chen Yan held Wen He's bleeding finger and handed him the jade token that he had just hung around Wen He's neck, and drew something on the back of the jade token.
This is an array talisman, and it is an array talisman that Wen He does not recognize, or to be more precise, it is a complex array talisman that Wen He has never seen before. Wen He believes that her memory is not bad. She has memorized all the array talismans in ancient books, including those in the jade plate. So there is only one possibility, that the array talisman in front of her is not recorded in ancient books or jade plates, but is another completely new array talisman.
And Shen Yan's actions have not stopped. After finishing the formation, Shen Yan bit his fingertip and drew a formation on the other side of the jade token that was completely the opposite of the formation on the back. So far, this formation talisman has been completely completed.
"This is……"
"This is a parasitic array. I use my heart blood as the array guide. No matter where I am, you can find me, so you don't have to worry about getting lost. You can also borrow my spiritual energy to defend against the Yin Qi here. You don't need to draw exorcism talismans anymore. My blood can resist all Yin Qi. Yin Qi has no effect on me."
As Chen Yan said this, he stretched out his hand and wiped out Wen He's exorcism array. At the moment the exorcism array came into contact with the surrounding Yin Qi, it rushed in like a torrent, causing the surrounding air to suddenly become cold, dropping by more than ten degrees. This scared Wen He so much that she couldn't help but close her eyes instinctively. It's not that she didn't believe Chen Yan, but that from the moment Wen He first came into contact with the Yin Qi, she was exposed to severe Yin Qi erosion.
What's more, all the disciples in the world of metaphysics are afraid of Yin Qi, and Wen He is no exception. Therefore, the first thing he does when he sees Yin Qi is to draw an exorcism talisman to prevent himself from being eroded by Yin Qi, disturbing his mind, and becoming neither human nor ghost. In the most serious case, it may even harm his companions.
However, after waiting for a long time, Wen He didn't feel any adverse reactions. Although the temperature around him had dropped significantly, he didn't seem to feel anything unusual or uncomfortable. Almost subconsciously, Wen He opened his eyes again. As expected, without the obstruction of the exorcism array, the dark yin energy visible to the naked eye had already broken through the safe distance and spread straight out in all directions. But when it touched Wen He and Shen Yan, the yin energy automatically bypassed them, as if ignoring them. Is this... the effect of Shen Yan's blood?
But why? Why would Shen Yan's blood have such an effect? And...is it really okay to use the heart blood as a continuous array guide like this? This means that Shen Yan has to bear the pressure of two people every moment, right?
Thinking of this, Wen He couldn't help but look up at Chen Yan's profile. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start. However, Wen He didn't hesitate for long. The next moment, Chen Yan seemed to notice Wen He's gaze and suddenly turned his head to look at Wen He. However, there was no pain or seriousness on his face. Instead, there was a hint of teasing. In the next second, Chen Yan said, "What's wrong? Are you looking at me like this? Do you finally think I'm good-looking and handsome and want to marry me?"
“…”
Wen He felt that she was worrying too much. It was also true that a guy like Chen Yan wouldn't draw such a dangerous array talisman if he wasn't sure of himself. But when did this guy become so rude? Seriously, couldn't he just talk properly?
Wen He felt a surge of irritation, but seeing Chen Yan feigning grievance, she didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, she felt incredibly helpless. Wasn't it simply because she didn't know the limits of Chen Yan's power? It was true. But at this moment, Wen He didn't even realize that while she was irritated with Chen Yan, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up in a very subtle, barely perceptible arc.
However, no matter how they used it, without the step of drawing the exorcism formation, Chen Yan and Wen He advanced much faster. After a while, they were getting closer and closer to the depths of the Nan Da Mountain. The yin energy was getting heavier and heavier, and the deathly aura around them was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, there was almost no green plant to be seen. Almost all of them were swallowed up by the yin energy, taking away all vitality.
But what was strange was that although the Yin energy here was heavy, after walking such a long distance, there was no sign of any Yin creature moving around. The surroundings were unusually quiet. However, this quietness did not make Wen He feel at ease. Instead, his nerves became even more tense, and he felt an indescribable and extremely ominous premonition.
"Chen Yan, I don't think this is normal. It's too quiet here. I have a very ominous feeling."
"Abnormality is a demon. Don't take it lightly. I also feel that it's not normal..."
Chen Yan replied like this. As they walked deeper into the mountains, the expression on Chen Yan's face became more restrained. At this moment, Chen Yan was not anxious to move forward. Instead, he frowned and carefully observed the surroundings to see if they had accidentally entered any maze or something. Wen He also thought of this, so the two did not say much, but looked at each other and began to observe the surroundings.
But there was nothing unusual around, let alone a formation, there wasn't even any sign of people. Neither Wen He nor Chen Yan found anything.
At this moment, a bell sound suddenly came from the depths of the mountains, and the sound became clearer and clearer as it spread farther and farther. It was almost certain that the place where the bell sound came from was not far ahead!
"Chen Yan, what is this...why is there a bell sound? I haven't heard of any Buddhist temples on this side of Nanda Mountain?"
“I don’t know the specific situation.” Shen Yan shook his head and said, “But I have a hunch that this may be the breakthrough point for this Nan Da Mountain. Let’s go and take a look.”
As it turned out, Wen He and Shen Yan hadn't followed the bell for long before they saw a building looming on the top of the mountain. Judging from the architectural features on the outside, it was indeed a Buddhist temple. Moreover, from the outside, this Buddhist temple was not a small, dilapidated temple, nor was it a recently built temple, but a magnificent temple with a certain architectural history.
This is impossible. How could such a magnificent temple be so unknown? They had never heard of such a Buddhist temple here. Moreover, in terms of its appearance, this Buddhist temple looked even more magnificent than the most famous Hualai Temple.
But no matter how much I think about it now, I still can't find the answer. It seems that I have to go in to find out.
The distance from Wen He and Shen Yan's current location to the Buddhist temple on the mountain was not far. It took them about ten minutes to reach the gate of the temple. Although the bell had stopped ringing, looking from outside the gate, they could indeed see a large bell inside the temple. It was estimated that the bell sound just now came from this large bell. Moreover, the gate of the temple was ajar and not locked. However, no one responded after they shouted several times. It was like an empty temple, but how could someone ring the bell in an empty temple?
Wen He had been standing outside the door shouting for five minutes, but Chen Yan next to him didn't have that much patience. He circled around the door, his brows getting tighter and tighter. Seeing that no one responded, he simply pushed the door hard. With a creaky sound, the door opened.
Looking in from the door, the first thing that came into view was the hundred-step staircase in the front courtyard. Above the staircase sat a large incense burner shaped like a tripod, filled with twenty or thirty thick white candles, likely for pilgrims to use when offering prayers. The candles varied in length, some having burned out to a mere fraction, while others had barely been used, with only the wicks showing traces of burnt material. Above that was the main hall of the Buddhist temple, with several rooms and passageways to the side, apparently leading to other halls. Judging by its size, this temple probably had not only a front courtyard but also a backyard.
Strangely, the plants in the temple weren't completely devoured by the negative energy like those outside. Instead, they were full of life. The leaves of the ginkgo trees in the courtyard had turned a brilliant golden color, looking incredibly beautiful. But the strange thing wasn't just that. There weren't many fallen leaves in the front yard, only a few. It was as if someone had already cleaned the yard. It didn't look like there was no one there at all, but rather like it was well-maintained.
Such anomaly made Wen He and Shen Yan a little hesitant, but it was only a few seconds. After a while, they had stepped into the gate of the Buddhist temple and planned to investigate carefully to see what was going on.
However, the moment Wen He and Shen Yan stepped into the gate of the Buddhist temple, they heard a very faint "ding" sound.
In such a moment, everything around changed. The originally extremely silent mountain seemed to come alive. The sound of wind and birds in the forest and the noisy voices of people in the Buddhist temple were gone. I don’t know when the Buddhist temple, which was originally empty, became full of pilgrims. The noisy pilgrims around were all wearing ancient clothes, and there were young monks on the side to entertain the pilgrims. However, the words they spoke were not modern sentences, but ancient sentences.
"Chen Yan...this is..."
"It's an illusion. I'm afraid we've strayed into an illusion. The moment we heard the bell ringing, we must have strayed into an illusion. And the worst thing is, after all this time, I didn't realize it was just an illusion. And I'm afraid we won't be able to leave the Buddhist temple anytime soon."
As he spoke, Shen Yan turned and walked towards the gate of the Buddhist temple. After a while, Shen Yan stepped back in, his expression becoming more serious. "Sure enough, my guess was right. If we don't figure out the situation of this illusion, we will be trapped here forever and unable to get out."
Huh? What's going on? Didn't Chen Yan just leave? Wen He couldn't help but be filled with questions. He followed Chen Yan's example and stepped out of the temple gate. But the next moment, Wen He understood what was going on. They really couldn't leave the temple. As soon as they stepped out of the temple, they looked up and saw the front yard of the temple where the large incense burner was placed. The illusion space was infinitely connected. No matter how many times they stepped out, the situation was the same. It was completely sealed.
"So what do we do now?"
"We can only follow and see. This illusion is not easy to break. It may even be said that if we can't fulfill the wishes of the person who created the illusion, this illusion may never be broken. Moreover, our current attire is too conspicuous, which is not conducive to our actions."
After Chen Yan said this, Wen He also noticed that because of their different clothes and attire, the pilgrims around them couldn't help but look over here with very strange expressions.
Seeing this, Wen He simply smiled politely and gently at the people around him, and his eyes swept over the pilgrims around him, finally landing on a pilgrim who was dressed relatively wealthy, accompanied by a servant, and seemed to have come from another place. After thinking about it, Wen He seemed to have thought of something, took a few steps forward, and greeted the pilgrim politely. He wanted to exchange two sets of clothes with the pilgrim using his belongings on the grounds that he was a newcomer and should do as the local customs require.
Wen He's words were sincere, and perhaps because they were both "outsiders", the pilgrim thought about it and agreed to Wen He's request. However, the two sets of clothes he received in exchange were just ordinary servant's clothes. The fabrics were poor and not good-looking. But the advantage was that these two sets of clothes were new and had never been worn. They were originally bought for his servant, but the servant was frugal and these two new sets had not been worn yet.
In response to this, Wen He said that it didn't matter, but he felt that it was very suitable. Ordinary clothes could allow them to blend in well with the crowd. Without much hesitation, Wen He used the jade stone he happened to have on him for drawing formations to exchange for the two sets of clothes, and greeted the young monk next to him, wanting to borrow the monk's room to change clothes.
The young monk agreed readily, but when he saw Shen Yan, he couldn't help but look up frequently, and for a moment he was distracted, which made Shen Yan feel uncomfortable all over. He coughed twice in succession, which made the young monk suddenly wake up. He couldn't help but bowed apologetically and apologized, "I'm sorry, benefactor, because you look so much like someone, I was distracted for a moment..."
Chen Yan looks a lot like that person? Wen He was stunned. He couldn't help but look up and look at Chen Yan's face very seriously. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
There was no way. Although Chen Yan was sometimes unreliable and always made her irritated, she had to admit that Chen Yan was really handsome, a few points better than the equally handsome Chen Xiu and Ji Changhe. Sometimes, Wen He even thought that it might be difficult to find someone with such high looks and such temperament in the world. But now, the little monk in front of her said that Chen Yan looked a lot like someone?
Even Wen He couldn't help but become curious, subconsciously asking who the person who looked like Shen Yan was. As soon as Wen He said this, the young monk immediately became extremely excited, his face, which had not yet grown into a childish state, flushed red, and he started chattering, "That's our Buddhist disciple. He is very handsome and has a very high reputation. Don't you think there are more pilgrims here today? That's because our Buddhist disciple is holding a sutra teaching today. The teaching will last for three days, and pilgrims have come from all directions, just to see our Buddhist disciple."
The young monk couldn't help but speak excitedly. According to his own words, he was an orphan left behind after the war. Not long after his father died in the war, his mother died of illness because the family was poor and had no money for medical treatment. It was likely that the young monk would have starved to death on the street not long after. Such things seemed to be very common in the war-torn ancient times. There were many orphans left behind after the war like the young monk.
But the young monk was lucky. Before he was about to starve to death, he was rescued by the abbot's adopted son, now known as Buddha's son, and named "Changsheng", which means longevity and health. From then on, the young monk "Changsheng" lived in this Buddhist temple and regarded Buddha's son as his idol. When talking about Buddha's son, the young monk could talk a lot, which is completely no different from modern star-chasers.
From the little monk's words, we can roughly summarize a few points. Fuzi should be the child of a royal noble of the current dynasty, but because he was born as twins, he was regarded as an ominous sign by the royal family and should have been executed directly. However, the abbot happened to be preaching in Kyoto at that time. After hearing about this, he rescued the child, adopted him as his own son, and entered Buddhism. Unexpectedly, the child had a connection with Buddhism. More than ten years later, Fuzi's fame had spread, which is why there is such a grand occasion today.
"Buddha's disciple... Chen Yan, have you heard of this Buddha's disciple? I have heard of several Buddha's disciples in historical legends, but I have never heard of such a famous Buddha's disciple here, and such a Buddhist temple, 'Star Viewing Temple'...?"
As expected, Shen Yan also shook his head. It was obvious that he had never heard of such a Buddhist temple. However, Shen Yan seemed to have remembered something from just now. After a pause, he said, "I have never heard of a temple like 'Guanxing Temple', but when I was researching Buddhist metaphysical formations, I did study a legendary figure. Most of the Buddhist metaphysical formations were basically created by him. His ability should not be underestimated. However, there is no definite confirmation of his identity, and there are different opinions. Some say that he is an ancient Buddhist master who did not want to show his face. Others say that this legendary figure is not a single person, but a person who combined the formations created by many Buddhist masters into a collection. These two theories are the most supported. But a long time ago, I had the opportunity to come into contact with a Buddhist metaphysical disciple. Although he has now returned to secular life, his ancestors were Buddhists. He told me a legend that was only passed down orally among his Buddhist ancestors. In this legend, there is also such a Buddhist disciple."
The Buddhist disciple that Chen Yan had heard of had a background similar to what the little monk had said. He was of royal birth, but because the royal family tabooed twins and considered them unlucky, his biological mother wanted to kill one of them to protect her status, and the one she chose was the weaker younger son. However, the palace servant who did it was timid, inexperienced, and fearful, so when they buried the body, they only covered it up hastily and did not bury it very deep.
Common sense would have predicted that a newborn baby would have died even if not buried deep enough. Furthermore, the burial site was an abandoned garden with few people around. However, the baby was not completely dead, still breathing. That night, a torrential downpour washed away the dirt covering the baby. A Buddhist master, invited by the emperor to lecture in the palace, lost his way in the rain and somehow ended up in the abandoned garden. He heard the baby's weak cries and finally discovered the dying baby.
The Buddhists were kindhearted, and the master believed that the heavens had allowed him to discover such a small baby because it was destined not to die. So, the master saved the baby, and what happened next was almost exactly as the monk had said. Under the abbot's guidance, the Buddhist disciple became a very famous Buddhist. On his public lecture days, many people would come to visit, and the temple flourished.
"...This Buddhist disciple is said to be the legendary figure of the Buddhist sect. But that's not all, and it's not the main point. The main point is that, according to legend, one day, something happened to the Buddhist sect. The entire sect was destroyed in a matter of days. Everyone died, including all the pilgrims that day. The cause of death was said to be an epidemic, and the temple became a taboo of the dynasty. To avoid causing panic, the emperor destroyed the entire temple, and the world called it the 'Temple of Death.'"
"Chen Yan, do you think this legend is related to this illusion?" Hearing Chen Yan's words, Wen He couldn't help but frown. After all, in terms of background, there are too many similarities, so it is inevitable to make such a guess.
"It's hard to say, but it's better to be careful." Chen Yan said this, but there was actually one thing he didn't say. In fact, from the moment he arrived at the gate of this Buddhist temple, Chen Yan had a vague sense of absurd familiarity, even though he had never been to this Buddhist temple before.
Especially from the moment he stepped through the gates of the Buddhist temple and the illusion began to unfold, this absurd sense of familiarity became even stronger, so strong that he seemed to vaguely know the structure of the Buddhist temple before him, and knew how the rooms in the temple were arranged. Even the young monk in front of him looked very familiar, as if he had met, known, or even spent a long time with someone. This was why Shen Yan's brows were tightly furrowed from the beginning, and never relaxed.
But this sense of familiarity did not give Chen Yan any sense of security. Instead, it made him feel extremely uneasy and irritable. At that moment, he even regretted stepping into this place for the first time in his life.
In fact, it was proved that Chen Yan's uneasiness was justified. Just when the two of them changed their clothes and followed the others to the main hall of the Buddhist temple, the entire main hall was already crowded with a large group of people, almost all of whom were pilgrims who came to seek an audience with the Buddha.
After a while, the famous Buddhist monk appeared. His clothes were not gorgeous, but he was not like other monks.
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