The sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark.

In the blink of an eye, the rain was pouring and the wind was blowing.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be a demonic atmosphere.

"It's noon twilight, this day is changing so strangely, there must be something strange in it." Wang Lin said in a deep voice, and asked the little monk, "Master, what do you think?" ”

Wang Lin is self-aware, knowing that his naked eyes are mortal, and he is not as good as the little monk's natural yin and yang eyes, so he asked the little monk if he saw the changes in the underworld.

Last night, the little monk was surrounded by dozens or hundreds of fierce and vicious figures, still motionless, but his face was unprecedentedly cautious. He disagreed with Wang Lin's so-called yin and yang eyes, but this was not the time to explain the "three-heart law eye".

A different color flashed in his eyes, and he replied in a deep tone: "It's raining hard, the day is getting dark, the night is coming, and the demonic aura is rising into the sky, so this place is not suitable for a long time." ”

"Could it be that the thousand-year-old demon has cultivated into a magical power that calls the wind and rain?" Wang Lin was surprised.

"The thousand-year-old demon is unfathomable, and it is imperative that we get out of here first." The little monk replied.

"What about Miss Nie's bones?"

"Mountains and rivers are restored, and we will meet when we are fated."

Wang Lin and the little monk hurriedly said a few words, and then returned along the same road.

At this moment, it is impossible to find the Soul Gang and Nie Xiaoqian's grave in the pouring rain. They decided to follow what Nie Xiaoqian said, if they couldn't find the Soul Calling Gang, they would leave the Black Wind Forest first, save themselves, and then look for an opportunity in the future.

The situation is chaotic, they exert their light skills with all their might, and the internal force in their bodies is like the mighty and mighty Yangtze River, and the clouds and wind bodies and swimming dragons are walking, chasing the wind and electricity, flying in the mountains and forests.

However, the two men thought they had returned the same way, but they had been hurrying for nearly an hour, and were surprised to find that they were still wandering in the woods. If it were calculated by footsteps, they should have walked dozens of miles.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, thinking of the phenomenon of demons dancing wildly that might appear after dark, Wang Lin was anxious, and raised his hand to imprint a palm on a towering tree hugged by several people.

Although it was a casual palm, he was now full of strength, and his palm power was strong and domineering, and the big tree shook violently, the branches trembled and the leaves fell, and a palm print several inches deep was punched out of the tree.

"There it is." Looking at the palm print, Wang Lin thought of a solution.

Next, they walked and palmed, leaving palm prints along the way, and so on for about half an hour.

Under the dim shade of the tree, Wang Lin, who was standing in the muddy water, suddenly raised his head and saw a clearly recognizable palm print on the big tree in front of him, which he had just typed, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Ghost hitting the wall? It's not like I'm stuck here. ”

The little monk looked around, but when he saw the rain falling like a note, the forest was dark, and there were dark shadows, and he couldn't see any way out at all. He wiped a handful of water droplets on his bald head, squinted his eyes and said, "It's not a ghost hitting the wall, there is something wrong with these trees, and it is likely that the thousand-year-old dryad is doing the trick." ”

"It's not dark yet, aren't the demons and monsters out of the day and night?" Wang Lin asked.

He just couldn't hold back this question and blurted it out, but in fact he already had the answer in his heart.

The little monk did not answer Wang Lin's question, but went into the dark place in front of him and pushed away the one-man-tall artemisia grass.

Wang Lin in the back thought that he had found a way out, so he hurriedly followed, and only walked dozens of steps, when suddenly his vision changed, and when he turned around, he didn't know when, Lin Zi was thrown behind. A few steps further, a half-human-high stone monument came into view, hidden among the basils.

The wind was gloomy, the fog was bleak, and a black crow perched on the stele suddenly screamed, spread its wings, and flew into the twilight.

Wang Lin wiped his eyes and looked carefully.

The stone tablet that stands in the barren smoke and grass, mottled and turbid, has a silver hook painted on the iron, and three words are engraved on the seal.

Lanruo Temple!

When he saw the words on the stele clearly, Wang Lin couldn't help but be taken aback.

He never thought that they were looking for the Soul Summoning Post but could not get it, but inadvertently, they actually broke into the Netherworld Prison that Nie Xiaoqian said, so that the ghosts could not be reborn-Lanruo Temple.

The little monk in front of the stele turned his head, glanced at Wang Lin, and nodded at the same time.

The rumored ghost temple is in front of you, and if you come, you will be safe, for today's plan, look at one step, take one step.

The heavy rain stopped the moment they decided to step into the Lanruo Temple, but there was no sign of clouds breaking the sunrise in the sky, only the boundless gloomy haze, revealing a strange and desolate background.

Wang Lin and the little monk, one is a rising star in martial arts, and the twenty-ninth martial arts master in the Yin Yuan Feng evaluation list. Although there is no Yin Yuan style comment, but from the most secret realm of the martial arts, Wuliang Temple, a master who has learned the supreme mastery of the golden body of the law.

Despite Nie Xiaoqian's advice, they were bold and bold, stepping on the dead branches and leaves, walking along the moss path, and going straight forward.

The wind blows, and on both sides of the path, the water droplets remaining on the branches and leaves of the poplar old locust are dripping down, like the sound of cranes chirping in the wind, which makes people shudder.

These tricks did not make them retreat, but they accelerated their pace.

Without hesitation, they walked through the ruins and stopped in front of a ruined temple gate.

The stone statues of King Kong Venerable on both sides of the temple gate are wide with angry eyes, and there is a couplet on the side of the door.

Shanglian, so far is like exploring a fairyland.

The next link has never been invaded by the world.

Horizontal batch, blessed land.

The rain is pouring and the wind is blowing.

Jingle bells, mottled by the fishy patina, ringing softly in the wind.

In this ancient temple in the wilderness, Wang Lin and the little monk had a smile in their hearts at the same time.

If they weren't for their profound skills and their ability to gather their eyes, they would almost have missed a line of fly-headed small letters under the couplet: the child is empty, the feeling is endless, the long silence is unattainable, Nie Xiaoqian grass words.

This is probably happiness in suffering, Wang Lin and the little monk thought to themselves.

I don't know how many of these kinds of handwriting are still in this ghost temple.

Wang Lin was about to walk towards the temple, when the little monk's nose moved slightly, stretched out his hand to stop it, and said, "There is a heavy corpse in the temple. ”

The six roots of the monks are pure, and perhaps they can perceive more unclean things than themselves, Wang Lin thought about it and stopped.

The little monk pointed to the distance, in the east corner of the temple hall, where there was a relatively intact attic: "Over there." ”

Both of them knew that there were tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tigers, and the attic was full of corpses, and they walked there in unison.

Squeak, the attic door was pushed open, and a fishy musty smell came to their noses, making the two of them frown slightly.

But before the musty smell cleared, they walked inside.

The attic was dark and damp, with stumps and dust.

In front of the bed, there are a few low places, the books are stacked, the pen and ink are scattered, and it is vaguely visible, and some people have stayed here in the old days.

Since there is a good place like a ghost house in the county seat of Guobei County, Nie Xiaoqian has not been to Lanruo Temple for a long time, and she doesn't even know how many more scholarly bones there are in the temple.

"Upper." The little monk pointed to the shed.

The two of them moved and jumped onto the tent.

"What is this?"

As soon as he stood still, Wang Lin looked down and saw several corpses lying under his feet.

The corpse was only skinny and bone-covered, his eyes were violent, and his death was terrifying, which made the two of them feel cold, and they couldn't help but retract their feet.

They didn't know that these corpses that had been sucked by the thousand-year-old demon had become corpse demons over time in the yin and evil land of Lanruo Temple, soaked in the yin and evil qi.