However, the pestle passing through the wall did not know that on the other side of the wall was a well about the size of a round table.

"Plop!" the pestle plunged into the well defenselessly. The well was very deep, and the biting water of the well in winter instantly soaked the whole body.

"Hmm......" The pestle was full of excitement and almost choked, but fortunately he had a good water nature since he was a child, and quickly turned over in the water to reveal his head, but it was dark everywhere.

"Where is this? Hell......

The pestle was so frightened and frightened that he shivered with cold, but he couldn't see anything clearly. He wanted to grab the wall of the well and climb up, but the wall of the well was made of unknown materials and was unusually smooth.

"Zhang San is crazy!Yang Chengze!" he cried out for help in horror with a trembling voice, but in the darkness there was only the echo of himself and the aftermath of the swaying well water. Everything else was as if it were cut off from the world, and it was terrifying......

"No, this must be a conspiracy!" At this moment, he cleared his mind under the cold water, "Who the hell is it? Why do you keep calling your name?"

He struggled to remember, and the strange ghostly voice echoed in his ears:

"Horse Stick...... You're finally here...... Here it ......."

"Horse Stick...... In...... Come in......"

"Let's see...... This is where your form was once imprisoned...... Place...... It's called the ...... of the Prison Realm."

"Come on, look here...... This is where your soul was once locked...... Place...... Call 㘥囮境......"

"Come on...... Come on...... This is the Broken Realm...... It's broken...... Hahahaha...... You must not remember it...... You've been broken here...... Broken into thousands of pieces...... Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

"Hmm...... It's so cold!" the pestle clearly remembered that it was this voice that summoned him to the Lingzhu Temple. But I couldn't see him, and I didn't know who he was.

"Uh...... It's so cold......" The pestle was already so cold that his lips turned purple, his body gradually became numb and unconscious, and his consciousness became trance......

Who am I, where am I, tell me......

He wanted to shout, he wanted to roar, but he barely opened his mouth, unable to make any sound.

His last moment of consciousness was that he was standing in the middle of a circular pattern, facing the white wall.

However, what he fantasized about was despair and madness that he had never felt before, and he was going to die with the world......

No...... No...... I can't do that......

He cried out desperately in his heart, and eventually, the two bits of light in his pupils gradually dimmed, swallowed up by the endless cold and darkness......

At this moment, Zhang Sanmad outside was still studying the strange structure of the Lingzhu Temple with Yang Chengze, and suddenly he accidentally bit his tongue with a knock on his teeth.

Alas, this trip to the house was too old and lost the little rotten egg alive...... Ah, sir, have you become an immortal? Why don't you take me with you......

Zhang Sanmad was sad for a while, sat on the ground and patted his knees, crying and mourning.

"Huh, what do you think the Black Hades are holding?"

At this time, Yang Chengze snorted lightly, and saw the Black Yama King coming out of nowhere, covered in dirt, and running over with something in his mouth.

"Hmm, what's ......" Zhang Sanmad sat on the ground and wiped his tears, stopping his crying and looking at the object in the mouth of the Black Hades King, it turned out to be a fist-sized rotten sheepskin sac.

"Come, show the mountain people!" He didn't care whether the Black Hades King was happy or not, he stretched out his two hands and forcibly broke the dog's mouth and pulled the skin out.

When he opened the skin carefully, there was a yellowed oiled paper bag inside. Just looking at the appearance of the leather bag and the oiled paper bag, this thing must have been around for decades, to say the least.

When Zhang Sanmad uncovered the oil paper package layer by layer, the oil paper was broken as it was uncovered, and finally a black silver bracelet appeared.

"Ah, it's a baby!" Zhang San was stunned.

"It's like silver!" Yang Chengze took it and looked at it, and was suddenly stunned, "Sir, there are words on it!"

"What's the word?" Zhang Sanmad leaned over his face to take a closer look, and sure enough, there were a few vague small characters engraved on the inside of the silver bracelet.

He couldn't help but take the bracelet and said, "Bang!" and spat on it twice, then rubbed it vigorously with his sleeve.

I saw that the small characters were clear, and the inscription on it was: Zong Zhe lived up to Aunt Ying in this life.

"Zong Zhe?Aunt Ying?" Zhang San grinned madly and looked tasteless, "Alas...... People are mandarin ducks paired with two warblers, but we are sad in the backyard of Aunt Dao......"

He sighed for a moment, then suddenly stared at the bracelet and frowned and asked, "Hey, no, how can there be such a thing in the Taoist temple?"

Yang Chengze also nodded thoughtfully: "Well, could it be that Hongxing went out of the wall and Daogu cheated on ......"

"Well, it's very likely!" Zhang Sanmad also nodded in agreement, squinting and speculating:

"The mountain man said, this Taoist temple is nondescript and extremely unusual, I can't imagine that there is such a disgraceful and dirty anecdote......! There must be something strange in this place! Master can't just disappear in such a vague way, we have to find out what secrets are in this view, maybe it's where the demon is hiding!"

Zhang Sanmad suddenly came to his senses again, put the silver bracelet in his arms and stood back in the center of the circle, looked up at Lang Gongshi, and then stared at the white wall for a long time in the appearance of a pestle, but there was no kind of telepathy that he expected.

So he shook his head and walked to the wall, patted his ears around, and finally sighed helplessly: "We have to find a way to get those workers to drive the bulldozer and arch this grandma's stone wall to see!"

"Yes...... This is a cultural relic!" Yang Chengze was a little entangled.

"Are cultural relics important, or are human lives important?"

Zhang San raised his neck and asked, and then said, "Besides, this place is so demonic, maybe we can bring out a nest of little demons!"

"Uh...... Well, this place is weird, maybe you can find someone with Venus in your eyes!"

Yang Chengze had no choice but to stop objecting, but when he heard him say that there might be monsters, he nervously followed Zhang Sanmad for a while.

They were just shocked and guessed, and they didn't know whether the pestle was alive or dead at the moment. Actually, even the pestle himself doesn't know.

Because at this moment the pestle is lying naked in a large square pool. The pond is set in a tall cave, and the whole body is bright and purple, and I don't know what material it is made of.

And there was no water in the pool, it was a pool full of smooth fluorescent beads!

What's even more bizarre is that each bead inside is the same size as the dust bead that Qianyu Fusheng wants to hand over to his grandmother, warm and moist, and even exactly the same.

It's just that these beads are still different in color. Some of them are crystal white, some are dark green, and some are red! Each one is dazzling, and the fragrance strikes people, not to mention that there must be thousands of them!

"Oh, am I dreaming?"

The pestle is confused between the lights, and can't tell whether this is a dream or reality.

He wanted to turn over, but his body was drowned in the bead pool and slid straight, and after struggling a few times, he couldn't help but grab a few beads and think: "Am I dead or alive? Why does it feel so real and familiar?"

He didn't speak, he just thought to himself. Unexpectedly, an old voice came from the depths of the cave:

"It's not a dream...... Dream...... You're not dead, it's real...... Real ......"

"Uh......" The pestle knew that it was this voice that introduced him to the Lingzhu Temple. But before he just had a feeling of being confused, and he wasn't afraid.

And now he was scared. Because between the light and shadow, he didn't see anyone existing. It was just a voice, an old, terrifying, ghostly voice.

"Hahahaha, are you scared?" the ghost's voice smirked wickedly.

"Who the hell are you, a human or a ghost?"

The pestle reached out to touch the slingshot, but his body had already been stripped naked, so he could only shrink into the depths of the bead in fear to observe the movement.

After a while, I saw a bright spot floating in the void slowly appear in the depths of the cave.

The bright spot gradually became clear, and it turned out to be a white bead. That's right, the spirit beads like dust beads! The same as the thousands of spirit beads under him!

The only difference is that the bead is floating, and it flickers and shines.

"Are you a human or a ghost, a god or a goblin?" asked the pestle in a panic.

Speaking of which, since he was a child, he has climbed over the wall and walked through the cemetery at night, but he has never seen such a strange and bizarre thing, and he has rarely been so scared as he is today.

Although he has died many times, he is extremely unwilling to give up the dream he has just wove together, and he is unwilling to die so embarrassed and unclear......