My name actually appeared on the mural of an ancient temple. If it's a mural with other contents, I won't say anything, it's a book of life and death!

I illuminated the area where the name was written, and coincidentally, my name in the book of life and death was only "...... Died in", the later years were covered by Sun Wukong's hairy hands. I rubbed the mural twice with my sleeve, the mural was in disrepair, the color had floated on the surface, and it would fall off with my sleeve. Sun Wukong's hairy hands suddenly became a piece, and after rubbing it twice, I suddenly realized how stupid I was.

I thought the mural was 3D, thinking that if I rubbed this hand away, the year below would be revealed. The painting was originally two-dimensional, the hand rubbed it off, and the wall skin was underneath. In other words, the person who painted this picture didn't want to write my year at all.

I took two steps back, and my first reaction was that this was a prank by Wang Erdonkey. If you think about it, there is no such possibility. The characters on it are all in traditional Chinese, not only my name, but also other people's names, all of which are a font, almost in small letters. These words are connected in the same volume of the book of life and death, and they are well organized. If Wang Erdonkey had been a prank to write my name, it wouldn't have fitted so well with other people's names.

There is also an obvious reason that this painting is painted from top to bottom, that is, Sun Wukong is in a high place, and he is condescendingly holding the book of life and death to read. Correspondingly, the words in the book of life and death are also facing upwards, and when I stand outside the wall, I look up from below, and the words in the book of life and death are opposite to me.

For me, it's the opposite, and it's also the opposite for all the people who look at the painting, as far as Wang Erdonkey's dog crawling character, he struggles to write it, let alone write it so beautifully.

Then there is only one plausible explanation, and that is coincidence.

I can't guess what the people who painted the mural based on when it was first painted, but one thing is for sure, I wasn't born when they painted it. What is written above must be another "Feng Ziwang". The more I thought about it, the more likely it became, and I felt that it was unlucky, damn it, the people who painted couldn't make up any names, and they had to make up one with the same name as me, didn't this add to the blockage.

I'm just now figuring out why Wang Erdonkey kept an arrow, and he must have found the name in the book of life and death, which is a reminder to me.

I walked around the small temple again, and I didn't find any clues, and the place was dark and dusty, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

I squatted at the entrance of the temple, the heavy rain outside was not over, and the wind was rising, and the courtyard was full of strong winds, but the temple became secluded.

I sat on the threshold, took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched the wind and rain in the courtyard, with a sense of tranquility away from the hustle and bustle.

I looked at my watch, it was already past three o'clock, and I made an appointment to leave the boat at four o'clock, and tonight was enough to choke on this weather. Even if the rain stops now, I don't dare to walk, because the northwest wind is blowing, and the waves are estimated to be very large, so it will be very dangerous. Simply wait for the rain to stop, go down the mountain to find a place to stay overnight, and then think about how to leave the island tomorrow morning, there must be a regular boat coming and going here.

I looked around and savored the temple architecture here, and it was really original. There are cornices in front of each temple, and there are corridors in some places, which can dissolve the wind invisibly. In this way, even if the wind in the courtyard is strong, there is not much left that can blow to the temple gate, and I sit comfortably on the threshold, enjoying the current state of mind.

After a cigarette is smoked, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is no intention of stopping. I left the small temple and walked down the cloister and around the courtyard. There is not only this temple in the courtyard, but also some small shrines that enshrine the unknown Buddha, a first-step stone bridge in the middle of the courtyard, and a green pond below, and the raindrops crackling on the water.

It's a bit boring to go around until four o'clock, and it's still raining so heavily. I called the names of Huang Xiaotian and Cheng Hai in my heart, and the two old fairies didn't agree at all as if they had disappeared.

I was rummaging through my pockets boredly, and suddenly I touched something, slimy. When I took it out of my pocket, I almost threw up in disgust, it was a big handful of hair, like a mess. I remember that when I found a mass grave in a sea-view house, I used to stealthily dig up some hair to conduct a rhino hearing experiment, and there was a mass of hair that had not been burned and was carried in my pocket.

I thought about it, but it was boring anyway, so I burned my hair with a lighter. After it was lit, a fire erupted and it burned.

I slowly closed my eyes. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a sharp copper chime, "buzzing" behind me.

I snapped my eyes open and looked back to see the small temple behind me.

I closed my eyes and fumbled as I listened. If you listen carefully, the sound of the copper chime is very strange, very loud and sharp, but it seems to be far away in the sky, and I really can't describe this feeling.

I groped my way into the temple, and I felt that the whole temple was ringing. It was as if it was being upside down in a huge bronze bell, and someone struck it violently outside, and every part of the entire temple resonated and joined together. I can't tell the specific source of the sound, and it feels like a sound source.

I stayed in the temple for a while, top-heavy and dizzy.

I quickly opened my eyes, and the sound disappeared immediately. Most of the hair in my hand has been burned, and there is only a small handful left, and if it is all burned, I will not be able to hear it. If you're looking for clues, there's never been a better time to do it.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again,

The sound sounded again, and the whole temple resonated, and I endured the discomfort, touched the wall, and walked along the wall little by little. As I walked, I suddenly stopped, closed my eyes and listened. The sound in this area is a little wrong, take someone ringing the bell as an example, and now this area is like the point of the bell ringing.

I leaned against the wall and listened. At this moment, my fingers suddenly burned, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the hair clump had burned to the roots, and it was burning to the fingers. I quickly shook my hand and shook off the rest of my hair, and a gust of wind blew in, and the last few strands of hair were blown into the dark depths of the ancient temple, never to be seen again.

That's when I saw where I was standing. If there is a sound source, it must be this. When I looked closely, I was dumbfounded.

The wall in front of me is where Sun Wukong holds the book of life and death, and I turned around a lot and came back!

I saw an arrow drawn by Wang Erdonkey on a pillar not far away. At this time, I began to think carefully, could it be that Wang Erdonkey's indication of this direction has another meaning?

I banged my hand on the wall, banging, and I couldn't hear anything wrong. I knocked from top to bottom, trying to grope for each place, touching and touching an area of the painting. On the fresco, this is where the bookcase of the Book of Life and Death is placed. I felt a brick that came loose.

I hesitated, lit it up with my phone, gently touched the loose brick, and carefully took it out. The brick is loose and can be pulled out in no time. As soon as he pulled out half of it, he didn't expect the mechanism to be hidden, and there was a "creak" on the wall, and a small secret door turned out.

I squatted on the ground and pushed hard, this door is a wooden door, I don't know how many years, the bearing part is almost rusty, and it can still turn at this time, what a miracle.

I pushed through a gap with all my might, and knelt on the ground and put my head in to see that there was nothing to see inside. I thought about it and decided to go in and have a look.

I climbed in. Barely shining with the light of the mobile phone, there is a corridor inside.

I closed the secret door. Rising from the ground, the road is wide and neat, and Hessesen doesn't know where it leads. I had the illusion that the whole temple was actually a façade to cover up the secret passage in front of me.

After walking for about ten meters, lights appeared in front of me. I put my phone away and cautiously walked forward, and at the end of the corridor was a stone room. This stone room can probably have hundreds of square meters, the area is quite large, and there are more than a dozen pillars around it, and there are dried corpses hanging on the pillars. These dried corpses are in strange postures, their hands raised to shoulder level, palms facing the sky. A flame burns in the middle of their palms, and the overall shape is like a lampstand.

I saw Wang Erdonkey, standing in the middle of these pillars, his eyes confused, not knowing what he was doing.

My heart was pounding, this scene was really weird. After observing for a while, Wang Erdonkey didn't seem to have any special reaction, just stood there. I tried to scream: "Wang Erdonkey? ”

Wang Erdonkey had a surprised expression on his face, and instead of looking at me, he walked a few steps into the depths of the stone chamber, as if I was talking to him there.

This move made me feel creepy, and I didn't know what to do for a while. Because of the listening, I am a little afraid of sounds, especially the abnormal behavior in front of Wang Erdonkey.

I walked over to the middle of these pillars. As soon as I entered, I heard a violent sound of copper chimes, and I screamed, and climbed out of the pillar with a rolling belt, and my legs were weak while leaning against the wall.

Wang Erdonkey finally saw me, he hurriedly ran out and helped me up: "Haha, Lao Feng, your IQ is okay, you finally found the secret door." I thought you couldn't come. ”

I punched him in the shoulder: "What the hell are you doing!?" ”

Wang Erdonkey said: "Don't worry, I found the secret of Xie Luo, it turns out that the place he found is here." ”

"What about the Jieluo?" I asked.

Wang Erdonkey's eyes were confused: "I don't know." He's missing. ”