Strange, I forgot that chicken at my grandmother's house?

It's impossible, the back of my hand when I just took out the dagger clearly rubbed two chickens, the touch can't be fake.

Why is it that after a few minutes of hard work to make a fire, there is one missing?

What stole it?

Thinking of this, I was so excited that I quickly took the dagger and turned back to look for it.

But there was silence behind me.

Except for the rustling sound of the leaves that made my ears and eyes tickle a little except for the gentle rustling of the leaves, I didn't even look at an ant.

Recalling just now, I was really too attentive when I lit the fire, after all, it was something I had never been exposed to.

If something really sneaks up behind me and steals half of my dinner, to be honest, it's normal that I didn't find out.

"Xiao Yao? Is that you? I shouted softly.

This is the best plan I can think of in my heart, that is, Xiao Yao is joking with me.

Because if it weren't, it would be horrible.

After all, something that steals must have a certain amount of intelligence, and it also has the ability to quietly approach me and kill me with one blow.

Thinking about it this way, I should still be struggling to get to the bottom of the food chain in this forest.

It was getting darker, and the mist in the center of the lake was getting heavier.

Before the fear in my heart had dissipated, it was catalyzed by the scenery around me a little more intense than before.

I took out the chicken and put it on a stick, and carefully roasted it on the campfire.

The chicken skin quickly took on an oily brownish yellow color under the scorching flames, and the amber grease seeped out of the chicken skin and fell into the flames drop by drop.

The aroma soon wafted out, and I gradually forgot my previous fear in the "seduction" of food.

I took out the portable spice box from my bag, first cut a few gaps in the chicken with a knife, and then sprinkled various seasoning powders evenly on the chicken.

Gradually, the surroundings became completely dark.

All I could see was the campfire and the white smoke of the chicken, and nothing else.

"Wow-"

There was a soft sound on the water not far away, and I was so excited that I picked up my flashlight and shone it over.

But I didn't see anything but a ripple.

"Who are you?"

The voice is right behind me! I was so scared that I threw myself forward and almost fell into the campfire!

"Roast chicken at the gate of Erlang Temple? Are you too long-lived? ”

I sat on the edge of the lake, gasping for breath, and when I looked closely, the man was standing in the darkness, with only one face reflected in the firelight.

The man was very young, estimated to be in his twenties, but his expression was cold and terrifying.

I swallowed my saliva and asked carefully, "Who are you?" ”

"Temple keeper."

Temple keepers?

I've only heard of the tomb keeper, but I haven't heard of the temple keeper.

I quickly stood up, not wanting to look too embarrassed, "Why are you staying here?" Where is Erlang Temple? ”

The man ignored me, took out a leather kettle from behind his waist, extinguished the bonfire, picked up the roast chicken that was almost finished, turned around and left, "Follow me." ”

His tone was unmistakable, and I didn't think in my heart that this man was a bad person, so he actually sent a ghost to follow him.

The man carried a roast chicken in his left hand and an oil lamp in his right hand, and after burrowing into the woods, he went deeper.

None of us spoke along the way, and after ten minutes of non-stop walking, we came to the front of a small shack.

It is said to be a shack, but this residence has been transformed into a luxury cabin.

Inside, there was a wooden floor beneath his feet, and a circular hole had been cut in the middle of the room, in which a dozen pieces of rubble were surrounding a bonfire.

The man put the roast chicken on the grill above the campfire, and sat on the sidelines and watched me quietly.

"I'm sorry, is there any danger in roasting chicken there?" I sat down and asked.

"There are a lot of big spiders in Erlang Temple, you are lucky. The last time a man was at the lake, the fire was just lit and he was dragged away. ”

If this man's words are true, then I'm really lucky.

"My name is Ma Lang, and I'm a hunter."

Just thinking about it, he suddenly introduced himself, and I quickly said: "Hello, my name is Wu Yan, I came here with a friend, but I got separated." ”

"What are you doing here?" Ma Lang asked.

I didn't know what to say, whether to tell the truth or make up an excuse to hide it.

At this time, Ma Lang said again: "It's okay if you don't tell me, I just took you back just to see that you might be in danger." But if the purpose of your visit here is to enter the Erlang Temple, then I won't stop you. ”

These words were extremely open-minded, and I dispelled the idea of deceiving him, but as for the purpose of my trip with Xiao Yao, I still planned to say that half of it would be left behind.

"For some reason, my friend and I had to go to Erlang Temple. If you know the location, please let me know, I haven't been looking for a long time but can't find it. ”

Ma Lang brought the roast chicken and handed it to me, saying, "This temple was built during the Qing Dynasty, but it is not an ordinary Erlang god. ”

"What do you mean by not being an ordinary Erlang God? Are there several kinds of Erlang gods? ”

Ma Lang nodded, "Erlang God is also called Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch, but what is offered in this temple is called Dao Miaodao Evil Monarch." ”

Although it is only a word, the meaning of it has been turned upside down.

"In fact, whether in history or mythology, there has never been any evil king. This temple was built by a group of strange Taoists in the late Qing Dynasty, and no one knows which sect they cultivated, or even if they were real Taoists. ”

Ma Lang's words reminded me of cults, otherwise it would not have been possible to build a temple dedicated to some evil king.

"In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Qingyuan Miaodao Evil Monarch Temple was knocked down and buried, and it has not seen the light of day until today."

"Then why are you guarding this temple?" I asked.

Ma Lang took the kettle, pulled out the lid and took a sip of water, and wrote lightly: "Because I am the descendant of that group of strange Taoist people back then, I must keep a secret here." ”

"What's the secret?"

I subconsciously asked, and it was only after the words that I realized how stupid I was asking.

Ma Lang said it was a secret, and I asked, if it could be said so simply, could it still be called a secret?

As expected, Ma Lang just shook his head.

"That's right, I'm definitely going to enter this temple, so can you tell me what are the characteristics of this temple, what are the dangers, what is the location of the entrance, and I also want to take my friends to go in and out safely."

Ma Lang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed me one, "There's nothing to pay attention to, it's just that if you go in, you probably won't be able to get out." ”