Chapter 107 The Memory of the Temple (Please subscribe!)
"Oh?" Sun Hang raised his eyebrows, "Finally a new and different plot?"
But before he could answer, the hunter passed right through Sun Hang's body like a ghost.
Sun Hang turned his head and realized that there was another person standing behind him.
But this man is not a hunter, but is dressed like a backpacker - a goose-yellow hard-shell jacket with eye-catching reflective strips, a large-capacity hiking bag behind him, and a high-end-looking gun in his hand. Trekking poles.
The facial features of this backpacker seemed blurry to Sun Hang, as if a piece of memory here was missing... But for some reason, Sun Hang couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still read the surprised expression on his face. expression.
A federally registered hunter who has passed the formal examination asks a backpacker for help... This scene seems unreasonable no matter how you look at it. You can't say that this backpacker is actually a hidden master, right?
The next second, a stone as big as the mouth of a bowl flew out of the hall, smashing the head of the hunter who asked for help, and then penetrated the backpacker's chest with all its remaining force.
The backpacker looked down at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief. His body swayed and he fell to the ground in a daze.
The hidden master was defeated with just one move?
No...that's not right!
Sun Hang's breathing became slightly faster, and he felt that he seemed to have grasped the key to the problem.
This memory does not belong to him at all, because in his memory, he neither saw the monster hunters running out of the hall nor the backpackers who were stoned to death...
This is the memory of Longyan Barrier, or in other words, this Longyan Temple!
This fucking memory is a monster!
Sun Hang didn't know when he read the other party's memory, and then mixed it with his own memory, and this weird and unreasonable scene appeared in front of him.
The person who was hit in the head by a stone was probably not a monster hunter, but an ordinary backpacker. However, Sun Hang's memory and the monster's memory overlapped and caused confusion... This is equivalent to the reason in a video game. There is a program bug, and the modeling of the elite monster is applied to a small wild monster that can be hacked to death with one knife.
"So... can the memory be pushed forward?" Sun Hang sat down cross-legged in the yard and entered a meditative state.
He wanted to get rid of all distracting thoughts and restore the most original and accurate memory of this strange thing.
To get rid of this, Sun Hang must forget his own existence. In the process of searching for memories, he cannot bring any emotions or subjective thoughts, nor can he mix in any memories that do not belong to the "original owner"...
He must become a "spectator" without emotion or ego...or more appropriately, a cold camera hanging in the corner.
The surrounding scene began to rewind like a film. With the cycle of sunrise and moonset, the advertisements and graffiti on the courtyard walls began to gradually become less and less. Occasionally, a few blurry images of people flashed by like a stream of light, but again quickly. Disappeared.
Gradually, more and more blurry figures appeared, and the missing copper tripod also appeared in the yard, filled with incense.
Sun Hang was basically certain that these scenes only existed in his memory, rather than that he had returned to the period when Longyan Temple had not yet fallen. If this strange thing really had the ability to travel through time and space, then those three disgusting things would The monkey may have jumped out by this time.
The speed of memory retrieval suddenly slowed down, and the scene finally settled on the dusk of a certain day. The two young monks saw off the last group of pilgrims, pushed the courtyard door closed, and inserted the wooden bolts. At this time, the novice monk who looked younger suddenly asked in a low voice: "Senior brother...Master, how long can he last like this?"
"Don't ask, this is not something we should be concerned about!" the older novice said sternly, "Elder brother said, whoever dares to leak this matter will be kicked out of the temple!"
"But, should we find a doctor for Master..." the little novice asked anxiously.
"That kind of disease... the doctors in the town may not be able to treat it well." The older novice shook his head, "If word spreads, people will think it is an evil spirit... By then, no one will come to Longyan The temple burns incense and we all go hungry!”
Demonic possession?
Sun Hang's heart moved. Yang Qi told him that in the early years, there were many folk names for strange things. Within religious organizations, monsters are usually called "evils" or "evil spirits".
When Longyan Temple was popular, the Yunnan Plateau in the southwest had not yet fallen, and Shuzhou was not yet a border area. In addition, transportation and communications were not developed at that time, so there were very few people who knew about strange things. Many people only know that the outside world is full of terrifying monsters, and many human countries have perished because of it... But if you want to ask what the monsters are, few people can tell you.
The only thing that is certain is that in that era, "weird object" was a term that people kept tabs on, as if just mentioning it would lead to some kind of disaster... After people encountered strange events that they could not understand, they immediately They rarely choose to call the police to official agencies. Instead, they go to such temples to burn incense and worship Buddha, asking for the blessings of the so-called "Buddha" and "Bodhisattva".
Could it be that the "master" mentioned by these two young novices was infected by something strange?
In today's society, this could only be regarded as a common memetic infection incident, but for Longyan Temple in that era, it could definitely be regarded as a disaster.
"It seems that there may be another hidden reason for the decline of Longyan Temple." Sun Hang murmured in a low voice and walked directly in front of the two young novices - just like the hunter who was stoned to death earlier, these two young novices He was completely unaware of Sun Hang's existence and passed through his body like a ghost.
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No, to be precise, Sun Hang is the ghost in this memory world.
Sun Hang did not stand there in a daze, but followed closely behind the two of them, passed through the side hall, followed a dirt road stepped on by his feet, and came to the place where the monks lived behind the temple.
This is a courtyard surrounded by seven or eight rooms. A monk who looks to be in his thirties is guarding the entrance. When he sees two young novices approaching, he immediately stands up and asks in a deep voice: "Pilgrims in the temple?" Have you all left? Have you checked the side hall and the back mountain?”
"Yes." The older novice monk nodded, and then asked, "Brother, today..."
"You are in charge today." The monk glanced at the older novice, "Be careful when feeding, don't spill soup, water or anything on the sheets!"
"Okay... okay." The little novice nodded solemnly.
There should be a third update tonight...
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