Even though they were reluctant, the villagers still followed the rules and took good care of the Zhuangyuan Temple for them. The inheritance cannot be entered by outsiders, and seeing things that should not be seen will be punished. Aju and Aju's brother are the best examples.
During the day, Pei Jing didn't take this to heart at all.
Maybe he was a little confused by Chu Junyu's affairs, and he was not in the right state of mind.
Yu Qinglian discovered it, and with a rare good conscience, she gave him some advice: "You, don't say it directly. If you really can't accept it, just reject it with your actions."
Pei Jing was really impressed by her: "You understand now?"
Yu Qinglian smiled and said, "How could I not understand? But considering that you looked like you lost your virginity after sleeping with me for one night, I advise you to just give in."
He chose to ignore her.
Night fell. The hanging steel wire was full of red lanterns. Candles were placed from the entrance of the valley all the way to the temple, and the mountain road lit by the red candles also added a bit of blood. Before he left, the village chief looked at him deeply, and Pei Jing smiled back. This night was destined to be restless. The beasts in the mountains became anxious, and the insects underground began to bite. The wind came over, and every blade of grass and tree bent.
The villagers went back to sleep one after another. They were the only ones left in front of the Zhuangyuan Temple, with two big red lanterns that looked like a bleeding head from a distance.
Yu Qinglian said: "Fortunately Ji Wuduan is not here, otherwise he would be scared to death."
Wusheng shook his head: "Not necessarily."
Yu Qinglian added: "I'm really curious about what the inheritance will be like. I've traveled to many secret realms, but I've never encountered such a rare thing."
Pei Jing said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just go in first. It won't be a good thing anyway."
Yu Qinglian: "You are so irritable."
Having said that, she still walked in with an excited look on her face.
The temple was no different from daytime. The sickly statue of the god stood in the center, with five clean cushions placed in front of the statue.
"Does this mean we have to kneel down?"
Yu Qinglian raised her eyebrows.
Pei Jing lowered his head, looked at the futon, and chose to kneel down first according to the rules here. Ji Wuyou was the second one to kneel down with him. The little fat protagonist probably had never seen the world. He was more absent-minded than him all day, and now he was even more nervous. Yu Qinglian: "No way, we still have to kneel? Let's take down the statue and find the ghost, okay?"
Wusheng pulled her sleeve and shook his head at her. Yu Qinglian held her forehead and could only kneel with them.
After the five cushions were filled with people, the lanterns at the temple gate dimmed, and the entire temple instantly became dark, with only a few faint red lights from the incense. The monks had excellent eyesight, and night vision was not a problem, but the strange thing was that when the temple became dark, he could not see anything. Pei Jing was wondering, and then he heard Chu Junyu's voice, "Close your eyes."
So he really closed his eyes obediently.
The temple was filled with the smell of dirt, mixed with the smell of decay and rot. The wind was howling, and he heard the sound of the temple door being blown open, followed by footsteps, and a group of people walked in from outside the temple, their steps were neat and uniform.
No villagers would dare to come in on the night of inheritance, and the group of people walked in a strange way, jumping and hopping, as if their legs grew together. Zombies? Pei Jing was thinking, when two zombies suddenly walked behind him, one holding his head and the other holding his back, pressing his body down into a criminal posture.
Pei Jing was stunned, and then heard Chu Junyu say: "Don't move."
In the darkness, his voice was cold, but it gave people a calming feeling.
There was movement on the statue's side, the outer shell peeled off, a sinister aura rose from the surface, and something crawled out little by little from the ground.
White light like snow slowly fell from the top of the statue of Wenquxing.
A vague and profound divine consciousness enveloped the entire temple.
Pei Jing was completely stunned.
Wherever that divine consciousness passed, he couldn't help but get close to it and be in awe of it, like a child to his mother. The universe was a ray of light, and he had no distracting thoughts. However, being free of distracting thoughts was also another state of confusion.
Pei Jing felt himself standing up, and walked forward with the two zombies. He knelt down again, closer to the statue, and a cold, decayed hand slowly pinched his neck. Something in his body was sucked away, and his soul became thinner inch by inch.
The sound of numb chewing came from all directions.
Pei Jing's hands hidden in his sleeves clenched little by little.
He knew something was wrong, but he didn't dare to alert the enemy.
From the moment he received that divine sense, he felt that this matter was becoming very tricky.
Immediately afterwards, he clearly heard Chu Junyu's voice again.
From a farther place, word by word, she told him: "Open your eyes."
So he opened his eyes. He looked up and saw the ghost that was eating his soul. It was a skeleton crawling out from the ground, hiding in a huge black robe. The skeleton turned its head stiffly and lowered its head to meet Pei Jing's eyes, so slow that it didn't react at all.
Pei Jing quickly broke free from the skeleton's hand, stood back, drew his sword and slashed forward.
As the Lingyun sword came out, the sword energy was like the whistle of a phoenix, and a silver light burst out, and half of the skeleton's body was chopped off by him.
The skull didn't say anything as it fell to the ground along with half of its body, its hollow eyes filled with coldness.
The moment the black robe was torn, Pei Jing heard thousands of heart-wrenching roars.
The robe fell off, revealing the scene underneath the black robe - countless pairs of hands stretched out from the ground, covered with corpse spots, blue-gray in color, and densely packed together.
Pei Jing found himself in the air. He looked back and saw something kneeling on each of the five cushions. A dark shadow was slowly transforming the cushion he was kneeling on. The shadow's head had already revealed its facial features, and it was exactly his appearance.
Pei Jing: "After eating people, use evil magic to create a new body? - Where are Yu Qinglian and the others? And Chu Junyu, where did he give me instructions?"
But he didn't have time to think about these things before the group of hands attacked him.
It stretched infinitely, and a bloody mouth appeared in the palm of its hand, spitting out sticky and rotten venom, biting towards him.
"Those people buried alive underground?"
Pei Jing was not afraid of such a group of ghosts. He raised his sword and blood splattered in the air. Many hands and fingers fell to the ground.
Then, Pei Jing heard a sneer from the statue of Wenquxing. The debris fell off, and with the light of the blood candle, Pei Jing saw the man whose appearance he had imagined countless times through the lines.
He wore a square scarf on his head, a cross-collared suit, held a pen in one hand and a scroll in the other, and his brows and eyes were stern and world-weary.
Pei Jing had no expression on his face and said word by word: "Zhang Qingshu."
Zhang Qingshu looked down at him as if he were a dead person: "You've been chasing me for so long, and you're so anxious to come here to die. Are you happy to finally see me?"
Pei Jing laughed. He had never been threatened in his life. "I'm happy. I'll be even happier if I can kill you."
Zhang Qingshu said: "The struggle of an ant before death."
Pei Jing's face turned cold: "Where did you take them?"
Zhang Qingshu said: "Don't worry, I'm not going to die yet. I'm waiting for you to go to hell together."
Pei Jing didn't say anything.
Zhang Qingshu looked at him for a long time, and suddenly said, "Actually, I don't want to kill you, and I don't even hate you."
Pei Jing smiled: "What a coincidence, I really want to kill you."
Zhang Qingshu nodded expressionlessly: "You have the aura of a powerful person in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. You dare to come out and fight me. You must have one or two life-saving magic weapons. Your friends are similar, but you have to use them too."
Zhang Qingshu didn't smile, and his lowered gaze showed only boredom, without any interest at all.
"You were not pulled underground by the absorption of your spiritual consciousness. I think Chu Junyu was helping you in secret."
"But now he can't even save himself, I wonder who will come to save you."
Zhang Qingshu waved his hand, and instantly the broken arms and limbs that were cut off by Pei Jing's sword moved and reattached. A hand stretched out from the ground, grabbed his ankle, and pulled him down with a huge force.
The ground also began to behave strangely, turning into a swamp and slowly sinking.
Pei Jing was still planning to resist when he suddenly heard Chu Junyu's voice again. Different from the calm and indifferent voice before, this time, there was a bit more suppressed pain, but it gave him direction as always.
"Get down to the ground."
Get down to the ground.
Pei Jing asked him: "How are you?"
Chu Junyu said: "It's okay."
Pei Jing: “Yeah.”
How could he be okay? He didn't even hear Chu Junyu's weak voice.
Zhang Qingshu thought he had given up and accepted his fate, so he raised his lips and said, "Go down. The person who decides your fate is someone you would never have thought of."
Pei Jing cursed him in his heart: Fool.
He felt his chin, nose, eyes, and top of his head being buried by the mud bit by bit, and then his feet were empty and he fell straight down. Along with the hundreds of arms, he fell to the ground. This place, which he thought would be very lively when he first entered the Zhuangyuan Temple, was a village that had been buried alive for hundreds of years.
And the last thing he saw was that on the five cushions, black shadows slowly took shape. People who looked exactly like them appeared, with pale faces, closed eyes, and kneeling there, completely replacing them.
Pei Jing thought: If I can't get out of here before tonight, I probably won't be able to get out in this lifetime.
He fell from the sky and landed in the mud.
The water and mud here are both black, luckily he was wearing brown clothes, so the color only looked a little darker.
As expected, if you don’t want to show off, don’t wear white.
Pei Jing coughed twice because of the stench, then crawled to the edge of the field and stood up. The sky here was dark blue, with no moon or stars, just a little light, illuminating the surroundings clearly.
He stood in front of the village, with the two words "忠廉" (loyalty and integrity) written in red on a wooden sign.
A ghost village full of dead people.
"Were they all pulled in here as well?"
However, Pei Jing felt that the reason he fell into the field was probably because of Chu Junyu's action, and Yu Qinglian and the others should have fallen together.
He walked forward with a steady pace. The village, after being buried by the mud, still retained its appearance before it was alive. In the dead village, red and white were reversed. Now the village was ablaze with red, and the most lively place was in the center of the village.
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