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Chapter 329 Far away, yet so close

The two great monks sat down cross-legged outside the threshold stone, clasped their hands, closed their eyes slightly, and muttered something.

I stood in the dark mist and felt relieved when I saw that they did not dare to pursue me.

Looking around, I saw a pile of ruins.

There are overgrown weeds and moss everywhere, making it look desolate.

Could this be the collapsed Rakshasa Temple?

It doesn't seem like it. It's just a small dilapidated house, and its architectural style doesn't look like a temple at all.

I stopped to rest for a while and looked up at the sky.

It was past 6 p.m., and the light was getting dimmer.

The air is getting duller, and through the dense foliage, dark clouds can be seen accumulating in the sky.

It seems that a heavy rain is coming.

I opened my eyes and looked around.

Only this area is filled with black fog, and the great monk also confirmed that this is their forbidden area, which shows that I have not found the wrong place.

But I didn’t see any traces of Buddhist statues or temples among these ruins.

Strange.

However, it was still early until midnight, so I had time to look for it slowly.

After calming down, I ate something to replenish my strength, then cheered up and looked for clues about the Rakshasa Temple.

The two great monks were still sitting cross-legged outside chanting sutras.

Fortunately, there are dense trees here, and there are two towering ancient trees behind the threshold stone. The dense branches and leaves can block their view and they can't see what I am doing.

I pulled apart some stones, but I didn't find any valuable clues. The ruins themselves seemed to be an empty house.

Seeing the sky getting darker and darker, I felt a little anxious.

Pacing back and forth, I suddenly felt something in my heart.

The Rakshasa Temple is definitely not a normal temple. Perhaps it has not really existed in the world for a long time and will only appear under certain specific conditions.

Such as a certain date.

The two monks said that Yunhua Temple would send people to patrol the mountains every ten years, perhaps because Rakshasa Temple would appear on this day.

And the time must be after dark.

Thinking of this, my heart slowly calmed down.

Like the great monk, I found a place to sit down and wait for the night.

The forest became quiet.

The empty valley is quiet.

Time passed by minute by minute, and night came as expected.

There was no moonlight, and the surroundings were thick and ink-like darkness, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.

Before the Rakshasa Temple appeared, the mountain wind came first.

The trees swayed uneasily from left to right, and there was a constant rustling sound.

The storm is about to come and the wind is filling the building.

I stood up, my baseball cap was blown away by the wind, my clothes were flying in the wind, and the wind was so strong that I almost lost my balance.

I turn on the flashlight.

This thin light seems unable to penetrate the darkness here.

Glancing outside, the two monks were still meditating in the wind, their bodies swaying due to the wind, and they were still chanting sutras with their eyes closed.

They are really perseverant enough.

I shook my head and looked around with my flashlight, looking for any sign of the Rakshasa Temple.

A bolt of lightning flashed across without warning, and the surrounding area was as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a thunder suddenly exploded above the head.

Boom!

It was like a hole was opened in the sky, and heavy rain suddenly poured down.

In an instant, my clothes were completely soaked.

The sound of rushing water filled my ears, and the flashlight's light became even more blurry and dim in the pouring rain.

Everywhere you look, there are hazy water columns.

The whole world becomes blurry.

The cold rainwater entered the nose and mouth with moisture, making the person unable to breathe.

I wiped the rain off my face, put my hands on my eyes, and looked around with difficulty.

The world was blurred by the rain, and it was hazy. In the darkness not far away, there seemed to be a faint light, swaying in the wind.

This has never happened before.

My heart moved, and I walked through the storm.

That's a lantern.

Hanging under the dilapidated ancient eaves, swaying in the wind, the faint light seems to be extinguished at any time.

Under the flickering light, there was an equally dilapidated door.

Click——

Another bolt of lightning flashed across.

The stone tablet wrapped with dead vines beside the door is vaguely visible, and is engraved with the three characters of Rakshasa Temple.

found it!

I felt excited in my heart.

Sure enough, it’s far away in the horizon, but right in front of you!

Without hesitation, I stepped into this dilapidated ancient temple hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

Although lanterns were hung at the door, the temple was dark.

I stood under the porch and looked inside with my flashlight.

The area is not small, with a courtyard structure.

On both sides and in the middle are quaint and aged houses, all of which are dilapidated.

The yard paved with bluestones is covered with grass.

This seems to be an abandoned ruined temple.

I looked around and saw that the houses on both sides seemed to be a place for monks to live, and directly opposite was the main hall.

I ran towards the main hall despite the wind and rain.

The door is broken and crooked, useless.

I stretched out my hand and pulled it gently, and it creaked open on both sides.

The main hall was empty, broken wood and stones were everywhere, the corners were covered with spider webs, and the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar was swaying here and there.

Almost all of them were broken, and it was impossible to tell what kind of Bodhisattva it was.

I looked up and walked in.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and damp, and from time to time there would be raindrops dripping down from the broken eaves.

Although it was very shabby, it could barely protect it from the wind and rain.

Behind the Buddhist altar, there is a small door.

Opening the door and looking outside, there is a yard behind. The house is slightly better and not so shabby.

It was pitch black, quietly enduring the ravages of wind and rain.

"anyone there?"

I shouted several times inside.

The only thing that responded to me was the storm.

At this time, it seemed that there was no one in the temple except me.

Regardless of all that, let’s start the live broadcast while there’s no one around.

I closed the small door, found two dusty old futons among the mess, shook them, and placed them on the ground.

Then, I found some dry wood pieces, gathered them together, and lit them with the hay inside one of the futons.

The fire lit up, and there was finally a little warmth in the cold ruined temple.

After stroking the water from my hair and twisting my clothes, I dried my hands in front of the fire and took out the mobile phone in the live broadcast room from the hiking bag.

Fortunately, the hiking bag is waterproof, no water got in at all, and everything was intact.

To be on the safe side, I put my live broadcast room phone into a waterproof bag and hung it around my neck.

This time I turned on my phone and pressed the live button.

Live broadcast is starting

The barrage is being accessed.

The King of Bastards entered the live broadcast room.

Lao Ba’s secret Ollie enters the live broadcast room.

Jia Banxian entered the live broadcast room.

New and old audiences flocked in together, and it was already very popular even before it started airing.

The King of Bastards: "Hey, wet temptation?"

Jia Banxian: "I can count with my fingers and know that this anchor who is seeking death is still alive."

Lao Ba's Secret Ollie asked: "What's going on? What kind of live broadcast is this? Is the way I opened it wrong?"

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