Chapter 1690 Ceremony
Hearing this, Ye Qiutang was startled, and then he was about to poke another hole with his finger, but Jiang Cheng stopped him, "Don't move, the lesson learned last time was not enough!"
Ye Qiutang and Jiang Cheng had fallen into the tricks of the Taoist priests in the Gongde Hall before. If there hadn't been a fat man who didn't fall for the trick, things would have been in trouble.
Instructing the fat man to hide away, Jiang Cheng leaned in front of the small hole and looked inside. Slowly, his breathing became faster. The fat man was right, that monk was indeed Song Tianming!
However, Song Tianming was obviously not a living person at this moment. His eyelids were slightly drooped, his eyes were one big and one small, and his eyes were even less radiant.
Song Tianming walked out of the darkness stiffly, his expression exactly the same as before his death. What surprised Jiang Cheng was that he was still holding an extinguished candlestick in his hand.
After meeting Song Tianming, the identities of the other six monks with their backs to the monks were revealed. They were the six people who died before.
But what Jiang Cheng didn't understand was why these dead people appeared here, and looking at them, they looked like they were worshiping Buddha.
This is the first time Jiang Cheng has seen this kind of saying that a dead person worships Buddha.
Just when Jiang Cheng was about to get out of the way and let the eager Ye Qiutang take a look at the situation, an accident happened. The dead Song Tianming suddenly turned his body and his eyes happened to meet Jiang Cheng's eyes.
The next second, indescribable malice overflowed from those empty eyes. Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that his whole body had gone cold, and his hands and feet became uncontrollably stiff. Countless bizarre scenes were forced into his mind. , it was a bloody sacrificial ceremony, with the men holding their swollen bellies, struggling and wailing in the underground cave.
They were tied up hand and foot, and a woman with a big waist and a big waist was using a masonry knife to cover their bodies with mud layer by layer, first the body, then the hands and feet, and finally the head.
Because their hands and feet have long been interrupted, these men struggle like bloated flesh worms. The picture is horrifying and miserable, and the wailing sound echoes in the small cave. All this makes people desperate.
Immediately afterwards, four figures, including Song Tianming, came towards them with strange and fast steps on tiptoe.
“Deng, Deng, Deng.”
"Quick! Take me away!" Jiang Cheng couldn't move and could only growl.
At this moment, Fatty Ye Qiutang also realized that something was wrong. While turning around, Fatty used his hands to pull Jiang Cheng, but he didn't pull at all.
Listening to the increasingly rapid footsteps, the fat man lowered his body, hugged Jiang Cheng's waist and slowly exerted his strength. He wanted to lift Jiang Cheng on his shoulders like he was uprooting a weeping willow, but Jiang Cheng's two sides One foot seemed to be welded to the ground.
Soon Fatty did not dare to exert any more force, because he could already hear the sound of the bones on Jiang Cheng's body.
“Go quickly!” Jiang Cheng yelled, “Every time you can walk counts!”
The fat man's eyes suddenly turned red. 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, don't be afraid if you keep the green hills."
"Get away!"
The fat man broke away from Ye Qiutang. At this time, the four The figure has arrived behind the screen, and the candlelight reflects four stiff figures on the screen. The scene is indescribably weird.
Ye Qiutang glanced at Jiangcheng one last time, turned around and ran away.
Four figures quickly walked around the screen, leaning their upper bodies forward towards Jiangcheng. Looking at the four people at close range, the fat man punched them. The target he chose was Song Tianming. After all, this old guy had the highest moral standards when he was alive. , these ghost things are all controlled by him.
The fat man's punch landed firmly on Song Tianming's face. The next second, the fat man's face suddenly changed. The severe pain made the corner of his mouth twitch. The punch seemed to hit Song Tianming. on a wall.
What’s even weirder is that Song Tianming and the other four completely ignored the fat man in front of him, bypassed him, found Jiang Cheng, and then quickly lifted Jiang Cheng’s limbs and carried him back.
Just when the fat man was stunned on the spot, Ye Qiutang, who had run out the door, rushed back. She grabbed the fat man's arms and dragged him outward with all her strength, "Let's go quickly! If you don't go, it will be the next one's turn. You!”
The two of them retreated outside the Buddhist temple. Before they could rest, a bell suddenly sounded in the distance. The sound was loud and deep, as if it could wash away all the confusion in people's hearts.
Subconsciously looking around, Ye Qiutang's eyes were filled with joy, "The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion has appeared!"
I saw that the stone wall road that originally had only two options, the Buddhist Hall and the Merit Hall, disappeared, and there was a vast field in the distance. The place was lit with lights, which was the direction of the Sutra Pavilion.
"Wang Fugui, let's go to the Sutra Pavilion first. As long as the feng shui of this ghost temple is broken, he still has a chance to survive in Jiangcheng!" Ye Qiutang's excited voice was trembling, and the successive encounters also made him Her spirit was highly tense, and now she finally saw hope.
"Live? How can I live on just you?" The fat man shook off Ye Qiutang's hand mercilessly, "Without my brother, you will die if you go to the Sutra Pavilion!"
" Me"
Ignoring Ye Qiutang's next words, the fat man ran alone towards the other direction of the Buddhist temple, where there was a half-open window.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Qiutang finally retracted his gaze towards the Sutra Pavilion and came to the fat man's side.
Through the gap in the middle of the window, Fatty saw four dead men dressed as monks curling up Jiang Cheng's stiff limbs, and then making him kneel on a futon in a weird posture.
What made Fatty quietly relieved was that they did not harm Jiang Cheng immediately.
Song Tianming brought the candlestick, placed it diagonally in front of Jiangcheng, and then lit it.
As the candlelight lit up, that part of the darkness was dissipated, and the fat man noticed that there were two futons beside Jiang Cheng.
On the wall in front of them, there was a huge white cylinder that looked like paper. The cylinder was almost as high as the wall.
Soon, Song Tianming and others knelt down on their futons in the same posture as Jiang Cheng. As the sound of tapping wooden fish became faster and faster, eight people, including Jiang Cheng, moved forward at the same time. With a pounce, they fell to the ground, and the white paper cylinder in front of them slowly expanded to both sides.
“Hiss——”
The fat man slowly opened his eyes. He never expected that the white paper cylinder was actually a picture scroll.
The size of the scroll is quite exaggerated, it is several meters tall in the vertical direction, and when fully unfolded, it covers an entire wall.
But Fatty couldn't understand the content of the painting. It was a broken bridge, but now there are only a few piers left standing. It looks quite dilapidated, and the rest is mostly black. Yes, but it is not pure black, but has a deep feeling. In short, after looking at it for a long time, it feels like you are sinking into it, which makes people very uncomfortable.
Under the bridge, a waning moon hangs on the dark background.
But why does the moon appear under the bridge?
The fat man soon understood that the darkness under the bridge was not the night, but the river water, and the waning moon was reflected in the water. (End of chapter)