The original Judge's Temple was not actually that big, but as a flash of blood light passed by, the temple expanded rapidly, revealing many magnificent halls and pagodas.
Following this, images of bamboo, pond, wild lotus, monk's room, and weeds appeared.
Outside the temple, countless old locust trees with flamboyant crowns swayed in the wind, like dark waves, from which came bursts of roars, dry and suppressed.
"Snapped."
With a snap of Zhou Chuan's fingers, this small world instantly darkened, with only the shadow of the temple in front of him flashing with faint green light.
Under the gaze of Hei Wuchang, he picked up his brush and lightly drew the flowers and shadows, embellishing the lights.
So after a while, the whole temple became brightly lit, and with this magnificent building, it looked quiet and grand.
Seeing this, he made a few more strokes, attracting the ghost to hide in the temple.
The high wall that was supposed to depict Buddha and Bodhisattva was replaced with a picture of a flying female ghost in dark blue and blood red for some reason.
The next moment, a huge and terrifying old locust tree slowly emerged above the temple, its branches entwined with white silk, and underneath it were many broken jars, with pairs of scarlet eyes faintly visible through the cracks.
The scene here is already extremely hellish, and even the knowledgeable Mr. Ba is quite shocked at this moment.
Indeed, the underworld, eternally surrounded by the wailing of ghosts and gods, represents the ultimate fear in the hearts of the Chinese people.
But as the saying goes, fear comes in many forms.
Hei Wuchang felt that the venue created by Zhou Chuan was very fresh and refined!
“It’s really good, but it lacks a sense of immersion.”
When Zhou Chuan was in junior high school, he was also obsessed with supernatural themes for a period of time. He knew very well that pure horror would only make people feel sick, and that some sense of immersion must be added to make it called horror.
As for adding a sense of immersion, many excellent works on related subjects have already given a formula:
A thigh pendant with the aura of a protagonist + a righteous but eccentric senior master + a vase that may have problems = a horror protagonist group
Some classic examples are Uncle Jiu, Wencai Qiu Sheng and Ren Tingting.
In this story, the characters are naturally Yan Chixia, Ning Caichen and Xiaoqian.
So in his portrayal, a scholar in plain clothes and carrying a book box walked out of the misty locust tree forest outside the temple.
After knocking on the temple door for a while without receiving any response, he had no choice but to push open the half-open door and carefully explore the surrounding environment.
The addition of this character immediately added some popularity to the underworld scene.
But this was not enough, so a swordsman who looked like Zhong Kui and smelled of alcohol lay drunkenly on the leaves of a locust tree in the middle of the hall, holding an ancient and broken sword case in his arms.
According to the settings of some works, what is contained inside is actually the Xuan-Yuan Sword, but Zhou Chuan's conditions are limited, so he just added a purple-quality sword material called Yun Cong, and it's okay as long as it can be used!
In addition, according to the logic of the field, since Lanruo Temple is a temple, even if the monks inside have disappeared for some reason, there must always be some traces left for the world to see.
This is indeed the case. In fact, there was a copy of the Diamond Sutra hidden in this temple, which was later found by Yan Chixia and put to great use many times.
He is proficient in both civil and military affairs, and is proficient in both Buddhism and Taoism.
Only such a cheating player can defeat the highly skilled tree spirit and the Black Mountain Demon.
"call."
At this point in the painting, the entire process of making the field card has been completed.
Zhou Chuan then put away his tools and slowly moved his hands closer. The dark green shadow of the temple began to shrink and soon disappeared without a trace.
Unlike previous card making, this time his work did not return to his hands as a card, but continued to run, yet it also conveyed the basic information of the card to him at the first possible moment.
First, the card is only purple in quality due to missing elements.
Don't say that it can be upgraded immediately as long as certain specific materials are collected. Just now, with the powerful feature of the field card "single card into a deck", its value exceeds that of a considerable number of orange cards.
Secondly, when arranging the scene cards, the characters in them will act according to the logic of the story, and their words and deeds will strictly follow rationality. This is stronger than the field cards, but its essence is still a program designed in advance.
Moreover, although the advancement of the characters in this field card is not weaker than that of the independent spirit card, it is subject to many restrictions in other aspects.
Simply put, unless extremely special circumstances occur, their spirits will never be able to break through the barrier between "life" and "death".
But for Zhou Chuan, this is enough.
He didn't want the old locust tree demon to awaken its intelligence one day and suck his yang energy.
He is still young and can't stand this.
"good."
Zhou Chuan looked around and couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart. He also felt the consumption rate and found it was still within an acceptable range.
He expressed great satisfaction with the card and couldn't wait to try it out.
"The news has probably spread. Let's call Mr. Niu back first to save energy."
Zhou Chuan spoke softly, and suddenly his heart surged. He saw a purple light streak across the yellow sky like a meteorite and fall directly into his hand, with the frame reflecting a dim light.
In the present world, Tong Qi, who was originally leaning against the door of the strange temple for a nap, felt the cold rain drops on his face. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a white-haired woman wearing a strange mask staring at him.
"You dare to sleep in the Black Mountain? Aren't you afraid of being taken away by mountain goblins or wild monsters?"
The woman's voice was very dry, but Tong Qi still recognized her identity instantly: "President Li?"
Tong Qi stood up, straightened his back and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Where's Zhou Chuan, you guys were just together, right?" Karen li asked.
"Brother Chuan, he just said he was going into a ruin and asked me to help him keep an eye on it." Tong Qi scratched his head and suddenly realized, "Oh, by the way, he also left a spiritual card here to guard it. Look... Hey, why is Master Niu gone?!"
Looking at the other party's confused look, Karen li knew that she couldn't count on him, but she still sighed and asked, "Do you have any clues?"
"As for clues, there are some." Tong Qi said softly, "Brother Chuan said he wanted to enter the ruins, and then he went into this temple. The entrance to the ruins must be here!"
"Temple? Where is the temple you are talking about?" Karen li couldn't help but frowned.
“Isn’t it right here?”
Tong Qi looked back and saw no trace of the temple around him. The place where he had just leaned against to sleep was not a temple pillar at all, but a desolate tomb with a broken stone tablet and an unrecognizable name.
The heavy rain flattened the mound of earth on the grave, revealing a dilapidated dark mahogany box, with half of a skull that was about to be corroded away faintly visible...
"Zhao!" Tong Qi couldn't help but exclaimed and took several steps back.
"Are you kidding me? Or are you mesmerized by the weirdness?"
Karen li's white hair moved without wind, and her voice was a little cold.