Chapter 1689 Ceremony

Ye Qiutang was stunned when he heard this, and then he stretched out his finger to poke another hole, but was stopped by Jiang Cheng, "Don't move, isn't the lesson from last time enough!"

Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen into the trap of the Taoists in the Gongde Hall before. If there hadn't been a fat man who hadn't been tricked, things would have been troublesome. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

Letting the fat man dodge, Jiang Cheng approached the small hole and looked inside. Slowly, his breathing became rapid. The fat man was right. The monk was indeed Song Tianming!

However, Song Tianming was obviously not alive at this moment. His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes were one big and one small, and his eyes were not bright at all.

Song Tianming walked out of the darkness stiffly, his expression was exactly the expression before death, and what surprised Jiang Cheng a little was that he was holding an extinguished candlestick in his hand.

Seeing Song Tianming, the identities of the other six monks with their backs to the monks were obvious, and they were the six people who died before.

But what Jiang Cheng didn't understand was why these dead people appeared here, and from the looks of them, they seemed to be worshiping Buddha.

This was the first time Jiang Cheng had seen the saying of dead people worshiping Buddha.

Just when Jiang Cheng was about to move aside to let the anxious Ye Qiutang see the situation, an accident happened. The dead Song Tianming suddenly turned his body and his eyes just met Jiang Cheng's eyes.

The next second, the pair of empty eyes overflowed with indescribable resentment. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt his whole body cool down, and his hands and feet stiffened uncontrollably. For a while, countless strange pictures were forced into his mind. It was a bloody sacrificial ceremony, and the men held their bulging stomachs and struggled and wailed in the underground cave.

Their hands and feet were tied up, and a big and strong woman was using a tile knife to wrap mud on them layer by layer, first the body, then the hands and feet, and finally the head.

Because their hands and feet had been broken long ago, these men struggled like bloated meat worms. The scene was horrifying and miserable, and the wailing echoed in the narrow cave, all of which made people despair.

Then, including Song Tianming, four figures tiptoed towards them strangely and quickly with tiny steps.

"Dengdengdeng."

"Quick! Take me away!" Jiang Cheng couldn't move and could only roar.

At this moment, the fat man Ye Qiutang also realized that something was wrong. The fat man turned around and tried to pull Jiang Cheng with his hands, but he didn't pull him at all.

Hearing the increasingly rapid footsteps, the fat man lowered his body, hugged Jiang Cheng's waist and slowly exerted force, trying to lift Jiang Cheng up and carry him on his shoulders like pulling up a weeping willow, but Jiang Cheng's two feet seemed to be welded to the ground.

Soon the fat man dared not add any more strength, because he could already hear the sound of Jiang Cheng's bones.

"Go!" Jiang Cheng yelled, "Everyone who can go will be the one!"

The fat man's eyes suddenly turned red, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to kick down the screen and fight with those ghosts rushing over.

Ye Qiutang stopped the fat man, "Don't be impulsive, there is nothing to fear if you are still alive"

"Get out of here!"

The fat man broke away from Ye Qiutang, and at this time the four figures had come behind the screen. The candlelight reflected the four stiff figures on the screen, and the scene was indescribably weird.

Ye Qiutang looked at Jiang Cheng for the last time, turned around and ran.

The four figures quickly bypassed the screen, leaning forward towards Jiang Cheng. Looking at the four people at close range, the fat man threw a punch. The target he chose was Song Tianming. After all, this old guy had the highest level of Taoism when he was alive, and these ghosts might be controlled by him.

The fat man's punch landed steadily on Song Tianming's face. The next second, the fat man's face changed in an instant. The severe pain made his mouth twitch. This punch seemed to hit a wall.

What's even more strange is that Song Tianming and the other four completely ignored the fat man who was blocking them. They bypassed him and found Jiang Cheng, then quickly lifted Jiang Cheng's limbs and lifted him back.

Just when the fat man was stunned on the spot, Ye Qiutang, who had run out of the door, rushed back again. She grabbed the fat man's hand and arm and desperately dragged him out, "Hurry up! If you don't leave, it will be your turn next!"

The two retreated to the outside of the Buddhist temple. Before they could rest, a bell sounded in the distance. The sound was grand and deep, as if it could cleanse all the confusion in people's hearts.

Subconsciously looking in the direction of the sound, Ye Qiutang's eyes lit up, "The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion has appeared!"

The stone wall road that originally only had two options, the Buddhist Temple and the Merit Hall, disappeared, and a place in the distance lit up with lights, which was the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.

"Wang Fugui, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion first. As long as we break the Feng Shui of this ghost temple, Jiang Cheng still has a chance to survive!" Ye Qiutang's excited voice was trembling. The successive encounters also made her spirit highly tense. Now she finally saw hope.

"Live? How can you and I survive?" The fat man mercilessly shook off Ye Qiutang's hand, "Without my brother, you will die if you go to the Sutra Pavilion!"

"I"

Ignoring Ye Qiutang's next words, the fat man ran alone in the other direction of the Buddhist Temple, where there was a half-open window.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qiutang still retracted his gaze towards the Sutra Pavilion and came to the fat man's side.

Through the gap in the middle of the window, the fat man saw four dead men dressed as monks curling up Jiang Cheng's stiff limbs, and then made him kneel on a cushion in a strange posture.

What made the fat man secretly relieved was that they did not hurt Jiang Cheng immediately.

Song Tianming brought a candlestick, placed it diagonally in front of Jiang Cheng, and then lit it.

As the candlelight lit up, the darkness was dispelled a little more. The fat man noticed that there were two cushions beside Jiang Cheng.

And on the wall in front of them, there was a huge white cylinder, which looked like paper, and was almost as high as the wall.

Soon, Song Tianming and others also knelt on their cushions in the same posture as Jiang Cheng. As the sound of the wooden fish became faster and faster, eight people including Jiang Cheng rushed forward at the same time, prostrating themselves on the ground, and the white paper cylinder in front of them slowly unfolded to both sides.

"Hiss——"

The fat man slowly opened his eyes. He never thought that the white paper cylinder was actually a scroll.

The length of the scroll was quite exaggerated. It was several meters high in the vertical direction. When it was fully unfolded, it covered an entire wall.

The fat man couldn't understand the content of the painting. It was a broken bridge, but now only a few piers were left standing, which looked quite dilapidated, and the rest was mostly pitch black, but not pure black, but a deep feeling. In short, if you look at it for a long time, you will feel like you are sinking into it, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

Under the bridge, there is a waning moon hanging on the black background.

But how can the moon appear under the bridge?

The fat man soon understood that the black under the bridge was not the night, but the river water, and the waning moon was reflected in the water.