The scriptures were carved on the walls and ceilings, and they were painted with vermilion lacquer, and although the bald old eagle had not read a book, he was very experienced with this kind of miscellaneous things, and he could see at a glance that these scriptures were not at all Buddhist or Taoist scriptures that taught people to do whatever they wanted or to teach people to be good. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info When he saw this, he felt a chill in his heart, and he instinctively sensed that something seemed to be wrong here, because these verses were a strange incantation of only twenty words, but it was repeated all over the walls and roofs.

The older generation said that when a spell is repeated over and over again, it means that it is aimed at something, either to seal it or to draw it out. The bald old tune muttered in his heart, what the hell is hidden here.

He continued to walk inside, and the flashlight hit the wall and swept over one by one, and every place on the wall was carved with the same incantation that kept repeating, and the color on the spell painted by the vermilion paint was very bright, and it looked very strange when illuminated by the flashlight

After a few more steps, suddenly the bald old man stopped, his heart pounding, his face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth began to tremble, for he saw a man in the darkness in front of him

He wondered in his heart if there was a villager in that small village who was as uneasy and kind as himself, and then hid here without harboring a ghost?

He looked over to look at it, and immediately stopped moving forward, the man in the shadows, his face hidden in the place where the searchlight could not shine, his face down, standing there blankly, the bald old man couldn't help but make a defensive gesture.

When his flashlight reached the man, he suddenly felt a chill, he was wearing an ancient clothes, although his head was lowered, but he actually raised his eyes to stare at him, and the expression on his face was extremely terrifying.

Since he is a person, there is nothing to be afraid of him, but the bald old man is very awkward in his heart, he doesn't understand what he is afraid of, he just vaguely feels that this person is a little different from the ordinary people he usually sees outside.

The bald old man was thick-skinned and bold, he calmed down his beating heart, took a deep breath and asked the man, "Which dick are you, dare to scare Lao Tzu here, stand up for me, don't be so awkward with this face." ”

But the man did not react at all, and remained motionless, and continued to bow his head like a stone, but his eyes were looking at him obliquely upward

The bald man was old, wondering why he ignored me, and then he looked at the vermilion spell repeated on the wall, and wondered if he had encountered a ghost

"Yin and Yang are weird," the bald old man scolded in his heart, he fixed his mind, thinking that if he was a human being, he didn't have to be afraid of him, he put his heart sideways, this person was sneaky, and he didn't need to be polite to him, so he raised the flashlight in his hand violently, and shone it on the man's face.

The moment the flashlight hit the man's hideous pale face, but even when the flashlight was so strong, the man was still motionless. The bald old man was so frightened by him that he was cold, and his feet were a little weak.

Most of the people who do this are very poisoned by feudal superstition, and they are not afraid of being false when they encounter ghosts. And this person's eyes are not afraid of the flashlight shining straight through, and he still looks at him with the whites of his eyes in the opposite direction, and the bald old man feels that something is wrong.

The bald man looked at each other, and his heart became more and more frightened, he was also forty or fifty years old at that time, and his courage and experience were not comparable to ordinary people. He settled down, and said in his heart that in this barren mountain and wilderness, you pretend to be a ghost to scare me, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite

He took out a sharp dagger from his coat pocket like lightning, and flew straight down the man's heart with a force, the bald old man used dead force this time, he didn't show any mercy to his subordinates, only heard a crisp sound, the dagger hit the man's chest, but instead of a bucket in, it flew out diagonally, falling into the invisible darkness.

If it had been a living man, he would have been stabbed to death a long time ago, but the dagger slid out after a slam of blow, and then the bald old man finally found out what the problem was.

He scolded twice, stepped forward to take a closer look, and found that this person was not actually made of meat, but carved out of clay, but the carving technique was very delicate, and it was actually regarded as a real person in the dim flashlight. It is simply carved very realistically, especially the eyes that turn up in both directions, which are made of fisheye stones, which will be reflected like a living one, even if it looks like a living one, it can't help but make people sweat.

Could it be that this clay figure is the monster that was pressed here by this resplendent temple?

The bald old man stared at the clay figure with palpitations, the clay man's head was lowered and formed a dead angle around his neck, and his fisheye eyes that rolled up and rolled his eyes in both directions, he always felt that something was a little strange. The bald man didn't want to look at its face, but he had to look at it if he didn't want to, because at this distance the bald man always felt that the face of the clay man seemed to have a very familiar feeling, and he squatted down slightly in front of the clay man, and when he looked up at the face of the clay man from a lower position, he was stunned, and a hundred people in his heart thought that it was too ridiculous, because he saw that the face of the clay man actually looked exactly like his own.

The bald old eagle sneered in his heart and said in his heart TMD, this is a place where the temple is an evil door, on the surface, it is said that the four are empty, teaching people to be kind, but in fact, they still secretly make these ghost tricks to scare people, he can't figure out why this clay figure looks exactly the same as him, he only thinks that it is the spell that is repeatedly engraved on the wall here, and it may also be some special carving technique, which makes people have a bad psychological effect in this weird environment and dim lighting.

So he picked up the dagger that fell to the ground, and then looked at the clay man's face that looked exactly like his own, muttering in his heart that you still dare to pretend to be Lao Tzu, and then aimed at the clay man's neck and sharpened it, the clay man's neck was cut a neat cut, and his head fell to the ground with a bang, even if the clay man's workmanship was good, but after such an impact, all of a sudden, the face that looked exactly the same as him fell to the ground and hit a mess, the bald old man kicked proudly, turned the clay man's face over, and saw that the eyes, nose and mouth were missing like that, which looked very funny, but now he can't see that this face looks exactly like him, and he feels a lot more comfortable at the moment

He took the dagger back into his arms, turned on the flashlight and began to move into the dark grid step by step, his years of experience in robbing tombs and stealing chickens and dogs, made him feel that this dark grid could not be so simple, there would not be only a whole real person-like weird clay figure, there should be a little bit of something else, this clay figure will at most play the role of a guardian or play some kind of role in scaring people.

He slowly circled around this dark grid, and after almost walking around, he found that this dark grid was about a space covering an area of seventy or eighty square meters, and the top was not high, about two meters away, and the entire wall and top of the dark grid were engraved with that one incantation, which was repeated word for word, and the wall and the top were painted with vermilion paint, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

The whole dark grid, nothing else was found, no, how could it be just like that?