Chapter 1614: Turn Danger Into Fortune, and Turn Disaster Into Blessing.

"Replaced..."

Hearing this, Ye Qiutang was stunned at first, and then her body began to tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know why, but she was afraid, a fear she had never experienced before, as if she had accidentally glimpsed the secret of heaven.

She also felt the strangeness that Song Tianyang said, but she was far less sensitive than Song Tianyang, and not as specific as being "replaced".

Since the chat box has been opened, Song Tianyang has nothing to worry about. He pondered for a moment and continued: "Miss, I want to ask you a question. Do you remember how we came to this temple?"

"We...we walked a long way and saw a group of monks with torches, and then..."

"Before that?" Song Tianming suddenly interrupted, "What were we doing before that?"

This sentence seemed to directly poke Ye Qiutang's pain point. She opened her mouth wide and thought for a long time, but didn't say a word.

"Huh——" Seeing this, Song Tianming exhaled heavily, "It seems that the young lady is the same as us, and only remembers these."

"We...we lost our way in the mountains and mistakenly entered the most dangerous miasma forest in Lingnan. We were all poisoned and fainted. Fortunately... Fortunately, at the last moment, a gust of wind blew away the miasma, and we saved our lives. For some reason, Ye Qiutang said such words inexplicably, as if these things were completely rooted in the depths of her memory.

"Is it really like this?" Song Tianming's voice was not loud, but very powerful.

Hearing this, Ye Qiutang's head began to hurt. She covered her head, and it seemed that something was wriggling inside. Because of the severe pain, she couldn't think normally now, "What do you mean, you...what do you want to say?"

"This is totally unreasonable! "Song Tianming seemed to be enduring great pain. He tightly grasped the coin of misfortune in his hand. The edge of the ancient coin, which was not sharp, cut his palm, and blood slowly oozed out along the fingers.

Song Tianming opened his eyes angrily, his eyes were full of bloodshot, "I don't need to say how powerful the poisonous miasma in Lingnan is. Once encountered, people and animals who enter are almost dead. In the sixth year of Mingzong, a group of Tantric lamas in Xituolin unfortunately encountered poisonous miasma. In the end, only one person survived out of a team of 100 people. "

"The only surviving monk went crazy and told everyone that there were monsters in the poisonous miasma. He died within two years. "

"I have seen the body of this monk. The body is incorruptible after death, and the face is lifelike. There are even signs of rejuvenation. The joints can also be turned like a living person. Those foolish believers are still shouting about the golden body of Buddha, the reincarnation of the spirit boy, and the mud! That was clearly... clearly evil spirits entering the body. If nothing is done, the monk's corpse will rise again!"

"Fortunately, there were masters in the Tantric Buddhism who were in charge. After all the believers were dismissed, a secret ceremony was held to seal the evil spirits. After offering six Tantric lamas as human sacrifices, they were able to seal the evil spirits. The monk's corpse could not be saved, and finally his bones were crushed and scattered into ashes.

"Miss, we have been trapped in the poisonous miasma for quite a while. In such a place, all the high monks and lamas of the Tantric Buddhism were wiped out, let alone us?"

"No one of us died. We all came out fine. Among them, there were old women and children who were slow in their movements. Is this possible?"

Song Tianming's words were like a nail constantly wedging into Ye Qiutang's head, and it seemed to open a window to her memory. In her memory, they got lost and encountered the poisonous miasma. When they were on the verge of death, a gust of wind blew away the poisonous miasma, and then...then they woke up, and then they met Wang Fugui and two people from Jiangcheng who fell off a cliff and were unconscious, and finally came to this strange Zhijie Temple...

Now put all these together, this is not only unreasonable, but also the strange novels dare not write it like this. They survived the poisonous miasma after sleeping. This is not just a good fate.

"You... just say what you want to say!" Ye Qiutang, who was holding back the severe pain in his head, was sure that he had grasped a key point.

Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and veins on his forehead bulged. "Although we don't know what happened, we must have encountered something terrible in the poisonous miasma. We... we were replaced by those things, or some of us were completely replaced!"

"They are no longer the people we know, and even... they may not even be human!"

"Not only them, we... we may not be!"

"I doubt we are still in that forest, that poisonous miasma!"

Song Tianming's words became more and more evil and confusing, but the strange thing was that Ye Qiutang could understand some of them in the chaos.

Song Tianming's face became more and more ferocious, and even blood flowed from his nostrils. He suddenly grabbed the blood-soaked disaster spring and used the not-so-sharp edge to scratch his forehead fiercely. The taut skin and flesh split open, and blood dripped along the forehead.

Taking advantage of the last sobriety, Song Tianming gasped, "Miss, last night... When I came back last night, I secretly cast a hexagram. The hexagram was so strange and complicated that I had never seen it before. The location we are in, the origin of all things, and the final direction, can't be interpreted through the hexagram. The temple we are in seems to not exist at all!"

"I'm worried that it was disturbed by the stars at night, which disrupted the hexagram I cast. I cast a hexagram for everyone around me, including Miss."

"How is the hexagram?" Ye Qiutang asked. At this moment, she had to hold on to something to barely stand firm.

Song Tianming's face was filled with a layer of despair, which was a cyan color with a dead color, and his voice trembled, "Dead, we...we are all dead!"

"There is no vitality, and the situation is endless. According to the fate map, we are neither humans nor ghosts now. I can't decipher the true meaning of the fate map, but...but we are definitely not alive!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke Ye Qiutang's life. The old man in front of her was one of the most famous spell masters in the dynasty. If he was helpless, then today would be...

"If there is no life, the situation is endless..." Ye Qiutang forced himself to calm down, "Sir! The lack of life does not mean that there is no life. Maybe... maybe it is just that we have not found a way out for the time being!"

These words were almost just to comfort himself, but they had an effect. Song Tianming, whose face was covered with blood, stared at his blood-red eyes, "I gave Jiangcheng Wang Fugui and his two hexagrams again, and their hexagrams are completely different from ours. "

"They are living people, at least for the time being, especially Wang Fugui, whose divination fortune-telling is surprisingly good, turning misfortunes into good fortune, and turning disasters into good fortune!"