"Why have you never heard of it...... There's a Taoist temple here?"

The temple has been dilapidated, ruined, and has experienced countless ups and downs, and I don't know how many years it has existed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The gaze swept over, and in the night, the light of the flashlight revealed an inexplicable mystery.

Meng Fan approached step by step, a wisp of dark clouds just dispersed, and the moonlight of the waning moon shone down from the gaps in the clouds, enveloping the Taoist temple, forming a bright and flickering cover, the once blue bricks and green tiles have become corrupt in the years, and they are trying to reflect the moonlight and prove their existence.

The moonlight falling from the sky adds a lot of sacredness to this temple.

"Dada. ”

It was too quiet, Meng Fan listened to his footsteps, slowly, tentatively, stepped into the moonlight, passed through the gate of the Taoist temple, and entered the courtyard.

Standing in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, looking around, a strange feeling rose in his heart, with something strange.

Mrs. Zhang said that he might be able to obtain enlightenment here, such as learning the art of ghosts and gods of paper people, even if he didn't create transformation, he couldn't die.

But...... It doesn't feel right.

There is a huge incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, there is no fireworks for a long time, rusty and mottled, as if it has died in time, you can smell a distant smell of twilight, you can't see the peak fireworks of the day, and it is a little lifeless in the moonlight.

Meng Fan reached out and touched the incense burner, the touch was a little cold, and he rubbed his hands, it was full of patina, and it looked very unclean.

The weeds under his feet swayed and brushed his ankles, and the itchy feeling was like a woman's hair, which swept across her face when the wind blew, and she couldn't help but scratch it.

Except for the weeds swaying, everything was silent and terrible, even the moonlight seemed to freeze, motionless.

Meng Fan bypassed the incense burner and looked forward, the door of the main hall of the Taoist temple had already weathered and fallen, just like a widow, no longer guarding indifferent chastity and morality, opening the door wide, waiting for people to be lucky.

"Whew-"

Meng Fan took a deep breath, looked at the interior of the dark main hall, and made up his mind, moving the light of the flashlight from the ground up little by little, and shining inside, this caution was like a candle night in the cave room, one by one the bride's wedding dress was removed, one by one, and one more, cautiously, full of anticipation, to find the moving place inside.

However, the truth is naturally not so beautiful, what catches Meng Fan's eyes is a coffin!

There is a coffin in the center of the main hall!

I don't know how many years this coffin has passed, and it has already looked a little weathered, the wooden coffin body peeled off piece by piece, and a piece of sawdust fell off the ground, giving people a rotten, ominous feeling, Meng Fan even smelled the smell of the dead.

Don't enter the living, these four words came to Meng Fan's mind.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a life-threatening ghost thing outside, Meng Fan would definitely turn around and walk back, even if there was really a great creation in it, it would not be enough to take this risk if he could make him drink wine and meat forests, and make his voice dogs and horses.

There should be no way back, turning back at this moment, Meng Fan will probably imagine a scene, the paper horse has been torn to pieces, sprinkled with debris, like toilet paper ravaged by the wind, after the wind stopped, scattered on the ground, full of unbearable ...... And the ghost, will stand there and wait, talking ...... Come...... Come......

If he doesn't even say anything, he will do it directly, and he will be like a dead pillar, his soul will be scattered, his eyes will be stained with blood, black blood will be bubbling up, and the smell will be fishy, indecent, and disgusting......

Then Mrs. Zhang will inform his father, and his father and fellow villagers will also come over, and his father will give him an autopsy, and he is crying...... My mother was also crying next to me......

Village Chief Sun should still sigh, the only college student in the village died like this......

"I can't go back!"

After thinking about it, Meng Fan's temperament slowly changed, a little less green, a little more vicissitudes, there are too many things that cannot be controlled, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will become ...... Not the same.

There are a lot of people who say that this is ...... Ripe.

There was a bit of cruelty in the tone.

"Let's go inside. ”

As if bold, he comforted himself, walked into the main hall, and approached the coffin.

"Bang bang!"

I had never heard my heartbeat so clearly, messy, panicked, as if I was about to jump out of my chest, and then grow two legs, regardless of Meng Fan, I escaped......

"Open?"

Meng Fan's eyes were straight, staring at the coffin, hesitating, and finally felt that he should not take this risk, it was quite unlucky to see a dead person.

He walked around the main hall, and also found a shrine, the shrine was enshrined with a spirit card, the spirit card was blank, without any handwriting, in addition, there were some trivial objects falling on the ground, and there was nothing worth exploring, only this coffin, with an eye-catching, unquestionable appearance, appeared in the center of the hall, as if to tell Meng Fan, open it quickly, the secrets are in it!

"That...... Go back?"

Meng Fan looked outside, the moonlight dimmed, maybe it was covered by the clouds again, the weeds swayed more violently, the wind was stronger, and when it blew into the hall, it was like a baby crying bitterly-

"Uh......h Woo......"

It didn't take long for the moonlight to disappear completely, except for the light of the flashlight, there was no other light, and it was pitch black.

The night looked like a substance, viscous, pitch black, pressed from the outside, enveloping Meng Fan, and it seemed that it was difficult to even breathe.

"Uh...... Isn't it just a coffin, it's done!"

Meng Fan shook the flashlight, the light was like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness, his gaze became firm, very powerful, and when he remembered a very passionate word, he gasped and shouted.

"The blade is in the bones, and I have to fight!"

"Fight against the water, if you don't win, you will die!"

He scratched his numb scalp and gritted his teeth, knowing that this sentence was probably inappropriate to use here, but it was in line with his state of mind at the moment.

He wants to live!

"Lao Tzu went to college and was the only college student in the village. ”

"Lao Tzu is a talent and has rejected the pursuit of many girls...... Belch...... This is for fear of spending money...... There are also some people who look down on people......"

"Lao Tzu's physical education class is learning martial arts, sanda fighting, and tai chi, afraid of a bird!"

Wu cheered himself, his hand slowly, with trembling, stretched out to the coffin, buckled into the gap in the coffin lid, and with a force, but did not open, it was nailed.

What seemed strange was that from the top of the coffin, there was not a single nail, and it was bare......

"No coffin nails......"

"But it was clearly nailed, how did the corpse get in?"

"It's hard to ......"

The uneasiness in Meng Fan's heart became strong, he suddenly retracted his hand, deduced it, and came to a conclusion, that is, the corpse got into the coffin by itself and nailed the coffin from the inside.

Thinking about it again, a more reasonable explanation is that when people are alive, they have already laid down in a coffin, and then sealed the coffin and waited quietly for death.

"If that's the case...... What a ruthless man!"

Meng Fan's brows furrowed, and he looked around, trying to find some tools, and pried them open with violence, but he tried a few things, and the coffin lid clicked, and it still couldn't be opened.

After working hard for a while, there was no progress, so he had to stop, sat on the ground with his back against the coffin, staring at the door behind the incense burner with some despair, he almost heard the whistling sound of ghosts, maybe he couldn't wait for dawn, he didn't know what was in the coffin, Mrs. Zhang also said, even if he didn't create it, he couldn't die here......

The hell is coming.

It should have been cheated again.

"Click!"

"Click!"

At this time, a slight sound sounded in the coffin, and the sound passed through the coffin, transmitted to Meng Fan's back, and resounded in his heart, accompanied by a trace of vibration, which was very distinct......