What happened? I guess there was something strange about the place where the footprints stopped. They should have been heading for this small temple, but they stopped dozens of meters away. That meant they were deliberately setting up a trap and had entered from that place!
Did I not explain it clearly enough? You will know it later. I waved my hand and asked Wang Zijun to follow me. When we arrived at the place where the footprints were, the footprints were complicated, indicating that more than one person had been there many times. I squatted down and asked Wang Zijun to illuminate it with a flashlight. Soon, we found the wooden spikes dripping with blood in the four corners of a two-meter radius!
This thing is hidden in the snow. If you don't have experience in this area or don't look carefully, you will never find it. It seems that this person is a sorcerer who knows the Yinmu ghost technique. He wants to enter the small temple, but he is afraid that others will see his footprints, so he puts stakes far away and enters through the tunnel dug by the five ghosts.
"Has Lao Qian been here?" Wang Zijun asked me stupidly.
"Old Qian is not the only one in the world who can use this kind of magic. I can do it too." I said, then stood up and walked back.
"Then please teach me." Wang Zijun chased after him and begged.
"The ancient books of Maoshan have everything you need. You haven't cultivated enough yet. When you are ready, I will tell you which spell can be transformed into the Yinmu Ghost Spell."
As we were talking, we quickly walked back to the door of the small temple. We took out the wrench and pliers and pried the lock open in one go. The two broken door panels opened to the sides with a strange "creaking" sound, and a gust of cold wind suddenly rushed out of the temple and hit us in the face!
I hurriedly shook my sleeves, held the peach wood sword upright in front of me, and chanted the exorcism spell. Wang Zijun also imitated my movements and held up the peach wood sword.
The gloomy wind dissipated, and silence returned to the dark little temple.
Wang Zijun asked me quietly, "Was there an evil spirit just now? Don't we need to open our Yin-Yang eyes?"
I ignored him, picked up the flashlight and walked into the temple. The gloomy wind just now was because the temple was too gloomy, and it rushed out as soon as the door was opened. There must be evil spirits, but there is no need to open the Yin-Yang eyes. Because in the past two days I figured out why the Yin-Yang eyes are sometimes good and sometimes bad, which is the evil result of opening the Yin Wood eyes.
Each spell has certain limitations, it is not like you can do whatever you want. Just like the Nine-Character Mantra, if you use it too much, you will be punished. The Yin Wood Spirit Eyes are a kind of damage to the body. Some time ago, I opened it too many times every day, which caused the damage to my vitality and the result of the Spirit Eyes not working.
Therefore, if you can avoid opening it during these two days, then do so. Just nourish your spiritual orifice for a few days before doing anything else.
The temple was very small. Apart from a small statue, it could only accommodate two people standing. If one more person was added, it would be difficult to turn around. Wang Zijun swatted the spider webs around him, and I looked closely at the face of the statue. When I got closer, I found that there were two layers of paint on the clay statue. The outer layer was the land god, and the clothing and face color were different from the second layer. It was obvious that someone was covering up the true face of the statue inside.
There was nothing else worth noting about the statue except the oil paint and the fact that it looked like a minor official. I jumped onto the altar, which was also very low, only three feet high. I stretched my head to look at the back of the statue, and it was basically standing against the wall with almost no gap. When I touched the statue with my hands, I felt a chill.
Well, the evil is in the statue itself, or beneath it!