Shen Yingxing glanced at it a few times, and after making sure that there was nothing more, he was about to turn around and walk down, but he heard Lingjun shouting, "Don't turn around." ”

However, his reminder was too late, and the moment Shen Yingxing turned around, he felt a pair of hands pressed on his back, and suddenly a strong attack came, and her whole person was pushed violently.

Shen Yingxing was pushed down the stairs, and Ling Xun reacted and took two steps forward to catch her.

"It's okay."

"I'm fine."

Shen Yingxing shook her head, fortunately, the stairs were not long, and she was not injured when she rolled down.

"What did you just see, let me not turn around."

Shen Yingxing was helped to stand up, and felt a sour pain in his back.

"I saw a dark figure stretching out a pair of hands, and those hands pushed you downstairs."

Shen Yingxing took off his coat, and saw that on the pitch-black coat, a pair of bloody handprints were particularly conspicuous.

"Let's get out of here first, there shouldn't be more clues during the day, and the ghosts will only appear at night."

"Hiss~" Just as he was about to step forward, he found that his leg was sprained.

"Sprained your leg?" Lingjun squatted down and pinched her ankles, lifting the hem of her pants to see that her ankles were red and swollen.

"Twisted."

Shen Yingxing stood on one foot, and when his injured ankle moved, there would be a heart-piercing pain.

"I'll carry you."

Ling Xun handed her the flashlight and bent down in front of Shen Yingxing.

Shen Yingxing was not pretentious, stretched out his hands and hugged his shoulders, and was carried by Lingxun.

"You're so light."

Lingjun didn't have any difficulty on his back, and walked downstairs step by step.

When the two of them passed by the small room, the red cloth covering the statue inside had been torn off at some point, revealing its hideous fangs and holding a trident.

I don't know how long I stayed in the main hall, but when the two of them came out, the sun was about to set, the sunset stained half of the sky red, and the clouds covered the sunset.

"The drawbridge was cut."

As soon as he walked out of the main hall, he was met by a group of people in a hurry, Xie Shasha dropped this sentence, and everyone walked towards the suspension bridge in a hurry.

Lingjun carried Shen Yingxing to the edge of the cliff, and the suspension bridge in front of him was cut by someone for some reason, looking at the broken place, it was obvious that the people in the fairy temple cut it off.

"Tour guide, the suspension bridge has been cut, we have other paths back to the deserted village."

Everyone gathered the tour guide in the middle, looking anxious, it was about to be night, and when the night came, the ghosts and spirits appeared together, and no one could guarantee that they were wandering outside and could live peacefully through tomorrow.

"Don't worry, everyone, I asked, there is only one way down the mountain to the suspension bridge, you can stay in the fairy temple for one night, and someone will come to repair the bridge tomorrow."

The tour guide smiled and explained to everyone without hesitation.

"Now everyone goes to the main hall of the Fairy Temple, and today's party is about to start, I wish you all a good time."

When night fell, the tour guide's expression immediately became cold, his eyes swept over everyone with resentment, and disappeared as soon as he turned around.

"There was really something wrong with this guide, and I thought she was a ghost from the beginning."

Zheng Zhi watched the back of the tour guide leaving, and in the night, the beating high ponytail looked particularly lively.

"Then what should we do now, let's go to the main hall first."

"That's the only way, let's go to the main hall first, the copy won't kill us directly as soon as it comes up, and the killing of powerful ghosts also requires us to violate the killing machine that must die."

Several people talked, and then decided to go to the main hall first.

Lingjun carried Shen Yingxing on his back, and the two followed behind a few people in silence, and when they entered the temple gate, they found that the hall at night was very different from the daytime.

When I entered the main hall, I saw a few faint kerosene lamps, more than a dozen nuns sitting on the futon, with their backs to everyone, and the fairy statue in the center was closed at the moment.

The nun began to chant the scriptures, and the melodious Sanskrit sound sounded, as if it had gone straight into the heavenly spirit cover.

Zheng Zhi, who had weak resistance, walked towards the fairy statue in a daze, and he shook his body as if he was drunk, and came to the front of the fairy statue.

As soon as Xu Qian reacted, there was a problem with these Sanskrit sounds, and Zheng Zhi had already touched the legs of the fairy statue.

"Beauty, you're so good-looking."

Zheng Zhi was intoxicated and put his face on the fairy statue, stretched out his big hand, and kept touching the fairy statue's legs upward.

The nuns turned a blind eye to the molestation of the fairy statue, but Xu Qian reacted and stepped forward to pull Zheng Zhi away.

The political love that was pulled away turned back reluctantly, and he looked towards the fairy statue vigorously, revealing a lewd smile from time to time.

"You cannot live if you have done your own iniquity."

When Shen Yingxing saw this scene, he closed his eyes, and out of sight was pure.

For people with pure minds, this Sanskrit sound has the effect of cleansing the soul, but for people with such improper hearts, it is like a magic sound that will arouse the deepest desires in their hearts.

Judging from the behavior of wanting to tease her in the bus, most of these two men are not right-minded, and now Zheng Zhi has provoked this fairy statue with unknown good and evil, and whether he is dead or alive depends on his own creation.

Xu Qian slashed at the back of Zheng Zhi's neck with a knife, but he didn't knock him out, but he broke free from the restraints and ran towards the fairy statue again.

Shen Yingxing took out his long whip and whipped it towards the struggling back, this whip directly sobered people up.

Zheng Zhi, who came back to his senses, looked at the fairy statue that he was holding, his face suddenly turned pale, and he let go of the door in a panic and ran to Xu Qian's side.

"Did I break the rules of ghost killing?"

Zheng Zhi's face turned pale with fright, his hands were clenched, and cold sweat broke out on the back of his palms.

"Don't scare yourself, no matter how bad it is, we still have a lot of props." Xu Qian comforted him, but it didn't make a real difference.

The Sanskrit sound in his ears became louder and louder, mixed with the sound of drums, and Shen Yingxing helped Lingjun cover his ears.

"Don't listen to this, it's going to make you obsessed."

Feeling a pair of delicate and warm hands covering his ears, Lingjun nodded, and a bright smile bloomed on his face in Shen Yingxing's sight.

Shen Yingxing closed his eyes and whispered the Taoist scriptures, over and over again, the Sanskrit sound in his ears completely disappeared, only Shen Yingxing's crisp voice sounded, and the solemn and solemn scriptures echoed in his ears.

Xie Shasha alertly stuffed cotton balls into her ears, clasped her arms in her hands, and leaned against the pillar.

Xu Qian reacted quickly, he took out a small bell, and the bell jingled and rang, dispelling the pervasive Sanskrit sound.

Zheng Zhi bit his fingertips and took out a small prop, a small umbrella the size of a palm, which turned up in his palm, isolating the invasion of Sanskrit.

I don't know how long I chanted, but the nuns stopped chanting, bowed to the fairy statue, and then left through the side door.