After making up his mind, Jiang Han finally stepped into the temple.

The courtyard is not very spacious, and there is a ginkgo tree in the center.

It's just that it's the middle of winter, and the apricot leaves have already fallen, and a bare tree pole stands there, which looks a little desolate.

Jiang Han entered the deserted temple, and Yun Xi and Lingling also followed.

The two followed behind, and Lingling kept asking Yun Xi, "Why are you with him?" You're a ghost! ”

Even when he treats Lingling, Yun Xi is as indifferent as ever, as if he has no feelings.

However, Jiang Han heard all what Lingling said, and he turned his head and said angrily: "You dare to say bad things about me behind my back, be careful that I clean you up." ”

It's just that Jiang Han's words were not malicious at all, and they didn't have the slightest deterrent effect on Lingling.

"Slightly." Lingling stuck out her tongue and grimaced at Jiang Han, it was perfect for a small ghost to be used on her.

Jiang Han was not angry, but asked with a smile, "Lingling, where is your mother?" ”

"My mother is chanting in the tower during the day, and when she is chanting, don't disturb her, otherwise she will be angry." Lingling said.

"Chanting?" Jiang Han looked puzzled, why did Lingling's mother chant the scriptures? Powerful ghosts chanting, this is contrary to common sense.

"Why is your mother chanting?" Jiang Han asked.

"This... My mother didn't tell me why, I just knew that my mother recited the scriptures every day and never changed. Lingling shook her head.

"So, when are we going to see your mother?"

"At midnight." Lingling said.

It was time to see Lingling's mother at midnight, Jiang Han was inevitably a little depressed in his heart, now, the sun was in full bloom, it should be noon, and there were still twelve hours before midnight.

Jiang Han shook his head helplessly, and said to himself: "Okay, it's midnight at midnight." ”

There was still a long time, so Jiang Han decided to take a turn in the temple first to reconnoiter the environment here.

The temple is not very large, except for the chanting tower, there is only one meditation room, which is supposed to be a resting place for the vigil in this temple in the past.

Jiang Han pushed open the wooden door of the meditation room, and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

The already small room was filled with dozens of paper figures, but Jiang Han did not have the ghosts of powerful ghosts in these paper figures.

"Could it be that those paper figures in the village under the mountain ......" Jiang Han seemed to think of something.

Closing the wooden door of the meditation room, Jiang Han left.

……

Time passed slowly during the long wait, but night finally came quietly.

Jiang Han looked down at the village below the mountain from a boulder on the edge of the cliff, and he could imagine that at this moment, in the village below the mountain, the paper people wandered aimlessly between the lanes and on the ridges.

Last night's experience made Jiang Han very aware of the danger of these paper figures, they are cunning and treacherous, if anyone enters this village again in the future, I am afraid that they will lose their lives at the hands of these paper people.

"Those ghosts have been wandering in this village for eight years, if they continue to exist in this world, I'm afraid that sooner or later they will cause trouble, it seems that they must be surpassed as soon as possible." Jiang Han had his own plan in mind.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" At this time, Lingling's voice came from behind.

Jiang Han turned around and looked over, only to see Lingling alone in the dark, looking at himself.

"Thinking about something." Jiang Han smiled slightly and walked towards Lingling.

"Aren't you scared to come here so late?"

"I've been used to it for a long time, this place is full of ghosts, but they don't dare to hurt me."

"Why?" Jiang Han was very confused and asked.

"Because my mother gave me a copper bell, those terrible ghosts are very afraid of my copper bell." Lingling said with a playful smile on her face.

"Brass bells? Can you show me? Jiang Han was slightly stunned and asked.

Lingling hesitated for a moment, but still took out the copper bell and put it on Jiang Han's hand.

On a red line, wearing a small copper bell, the bell swayed, but it made an extremely faint ringtone, Jiang Han was a little puzzled, ghost, would you really be afraid of such a gadget?

However, when Jiang Han looked carefully, he found something different about this copper bell.

"Again...... It's this pattern again! ”

On the surface of the pea-sized copper bell, there is an elaborate carved pattern.

That pattern, Jiang Han has seen, in the movie theater, Yun Xi once sat in the theater and looked at it stupidly, it was this pattern.

This made Jiang Han more and more confused, and he began to think deeply.

How is it possible, it must not be a coincidence that this pattern first appeared in the cinema, and now it appears on this copper bell.

It seems that the tasks released by the Ghost Hundred Records Book are all inextricably linked.

Moreover, there seem to be some clues in each task, and only the more tasks you complete, the more clues can be put together again like scattered puzzle pieces.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Han's solemn expression, Lingling couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, nothing, did your mother tell you about the brass bell?" Jiang Han asked.

"My mother only said that the ghosts in the village are very afraid of this copper bell, as long as you wear it on your body, the ghosts will not dare to approach me, as for the rest, my mother has never said anything." Lingling shook her head, she didn't know much about this copper bell.

"Okay, it's time for us to go back." Jiang Han stretched out his hand, handed the copper bell to Lingling, and said gently.

Back at the temple, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

The temple was pitch black, and the door of the chanting tower had been closed.

Standing in the courtyard, there was a biting cold wind, Jiang Han decided to take Lingling into the meditation room to wait.

Entering the meditation room, Lingling not only was not afraid of the paper figures in the meditation room, but also stepped forward and touched the paper figures with her fingers, as if she was checking.

"Who made these paper figures?" Jiang Han took a closer look at these paper figures and found that these paper figures were very delicately pasted, and they had a fight with the paper figures pasted by his grandfather.

"Hee-hee, it's all my mush." Lingling said with a grin, a proud smile on her face.

"You're smushy!" Lingling's answer made Jiang Han feel quite surprised, an eight-year-old girl can actually paste paper people, and she is so beautiful.

"yes, my mother taught me."

"Mom said that those terrible ghosts under the mountain are actually poor souls, and these paper figures can give them a body and let their souls cling to it."

Subsequently, Jiang Han mentioned a lot of questions to Lingling, but Lingling was very smart, and she would say that she didn't know about something that shouldn't be said.

The night sky outside the meditation room was already sparse, and the time had finally passed twelve o'clock, Jiang Han stood up and walked towards the chanting tower with Lingling.