White Bone Monkey King

Snap.

Snap.

The footsteps were deep and far away in the empty grotto corridor, making people feel frightened.

Since being possessed by the evil spirit, Wang Zhuang has been walking forward without stopping in the middle.

After passing through the grotto corridor, I saw a large area of ​​building ruins. At night, these ruins were like shadows lingering around, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Although these ancient buildings have been severely weathered by time, you can observe from the layout and details of the ruins. This ancient ruins does not look like a city residential area. To be more precise, it does not look like it is used for people to live in. It looks like a huge temple area. ?

This is a place for worshiping gods!

But more doubts soon came to mind. How could there be so many bones and corpses guarding the mountain in the place of worship to the gods? How could unclean things be allowed to come in and out of the place where gods are worshipped?

It is impossible for the Shaoyang Bureau to be used to worship evil gods, which would run counter to the original intention of the Duan Tian Jue Di Four Symbol Bureau.

Wang Zhuang was still walking alone in the dark night. The dirty thing in his body seemed to be familiar with this place, and it was easy to find the main road in the ruins.

The cold footsteps echoed in the empty space on the main road. Walking along the main road, a large number of terracotta warriors appeared here. However, these terracotta warriors and horses were all in a prostrate worship posture, just like pilgrims worshiping the holy place in their hearts.

The clay figurines cover a large area, and what you see in front of you is just the tip of the iceberg. The larger area is shrouded in cold darkness, and you can't see clearly what is hidden behind the darkness even if you look far away.

These clay figurines also cannot withstand the erosion of time. Almost everything seen along the way is more or less damaged. The dark night, dark wind, dark clouds, ruined temples, broken clay figurines of pilgrims... all of this seems to be a metaphor for the existence of light. At the moment of sinking, no matter how pious the soul is, there will be a moment when faith is shattered. Nothing can remain unchanged in the vast time. Just as father and son can turn against each other, brothers can also become enemies. Walking here is like walking with the shackles of heavy years on your back, and the breath is oppressive.

After walking a long distance among the clay figurines, a tall, hazy black shadow gradually appeared in front of us. The shadow was as thick as a giant standing in the sky and on earth. But there was something wrong with this giant of heaven and earth, as if the head on his shoulders had been cut off, leaving a bare patch.

It wasn't until I got closer that I finally saw clearly that the huge black shadow was a large mountain with the top of the flattened mountain. There was a temple built on the top of the flattened mountain. The temple was huge, imposing and magnificent since ancient times. However, not only did it not give people the majesty The solemn feeling gives people the feeling of a ghost town in Fengdu in the dark night, gloomy, mysterious and unknown.

At this time, two lights were burning in the huge temple, like a pair of human eyes, staring in the same direction for thousands of years.

What's there?

Why do the lights in the temple stay on for a long time and seem incompatible with the surrounding traces of time?

Wang Zhuang followed the steps up the mountain and walked towards the gloomy temple at the top of the mountain.

Not long after Wangzhuang climbed the mountain, several figures from Jin'an also walked out from behind the dark mist. The three of them looked up at the strange temple on the top of the mountain, all frowning in thought.

Mr. Mo has never appeared again since he used Feng Shui Lingzhu to tear open the Wind Escape Space and escape into another space. Even Master Jin An, Uncle Lin, and Master Jingchan can't tell the location of Mr. Mo, and they don't know the Tianshi Mansion. What are you planning again?

The three of them were silent all the way and followed the steps to climb the mountain.

Gradually, the way they came was swallowed up by the darkness, and the way forward was also hidden in the darkness, as if they were entering a desperate situation with no way out. None of the three of them were as scared as three-year-olds, so they continued climbing unmoved.

Snap.

Snap.

The sound of empty footsteps continued to echo on the climbing steps, and Wang Zhuang was still climbing.

The three of them followed without hesitation.

Suddenly something flashed at the foot of the mountain, which was the first to break the calm atmosphere. The three people in Jin'an who were climbing were all attracted by the change at the foot of the mountain.

Um?

After looking carefully, I saw clearly that there was a person at the foot of the mountain holding a torch and waving it desperately at them. Just now, the light of the torch flashed past.

Unfortunately, the visibility was poor in the dark night, and since they had already climbed a certain distance, they could not clearly see who was at the foot of the mountain.

"Could it be Mr. Mo who has been missing all this time? He is reminding us not to climb mountains again?" This was the first thought of the three of them.

"Is it possible that something happened at the camp and someone was sent to inform them?" This was the second thought of the three people.

Listening to the footsteps of Wang Zhuang getting further away in the darkness, and looking at the people at the foot of the mountain who were constantly waving torches as warnings, the three of them, who were not indecisive in the first place, did not think for too long and decided to continue to follow Wang Zhuang and continue climbing.

Whether they give up halfway or divide their forces into two groups, it will only be detrimental to them, but it will be beneficial to the dirty things on Wang Zhuang.

The former will follow the only clue of losing the king stake.

The latter are easily defeated individually.

There are many unknown crises hidden in this wild world of Guixu, and there is something weird everywhere, so the three of them have to guard against it.

As the three people chose to continue climbing, the people at the foot of the mountain became more anxious and waved torches more frequently. They ran up the steps several times and waved torches at them hastily and then returned to the foot of the mountain several times, looking anxious and confused. look like.

As mentioned before, the three of them are not indecisive people. Now that they have made up their mind to continue climbing with Wang Zhuang, they will no longer be disturbed by the outside world.

As they climbed higher and higher, the light of the torches at the foot of the mountain gradually became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely. I just don’t know if the person at the foot of the mountain gave up and left, or if he didn’t see it because his perspective was blocked.

The three finally reached the top of the mountain, but Wang Zhuang was not found on the top of the mountain.

The three of them are also talented and courageous people. Faced with all the strange things along the way, there is no timid expression on their faces, and they are all calmly observing the environment on the top of the mountain.

Wuwuwu——

The wind howled on the top of the mountain, causing the clothes to sway. When I stood close and observed, I realized that the huge temple looked majestic, heavy and deep in the valley. Countless towers decorated the temple, which looked mysterious and ethereal; the thirteen-story temple was high It stands tall and majestic; the towers and shrines are connected among the weathered peaks, built against the mountains, and have a different primitive and wild atmosphere.

But all of this, as the temple and the rocks weathered together, became dilapidated, desolate and isolated in the darkness. It was no longer sacred, leaving only the lifeless shadows of dark demons.

"This is a dead temple!" Master Jingchan, who was silent while chanting sutras along the way, looked at the huge temple in front of him that looked like the ghost town of Fengdu. He spoke solemnly for the first time, clasped his hands and sang a verse softly. .

In fact, there is no need for Master Jingchan to remind him. Jin An and Uncle Lin have already noticed that this temple is a bit unclean, but this is the only clue they can get to know the world of Dahuang in Guixu the fastest. They don’t want to miss it, and Wang The pile has not been found yet, and most likely it has already entered the temple.

This Wangzhuang is also a hidden danger possessed by something dirty. No matter whether he is dead or alive, he must be brought back to the camp.

After a brief exchange of glances, the three of them walked towards this ancient divine temple that had been dead for who knows how many years.