Dark shadows poured in from all directions, and their targets were all the interior of the Hidden Holy Temple.

Originally, due to the existence of the formation of the temple itself, they could not approach, let alone the idea of approaching collectively.

However, this opportunity was achieved very cleverly, first by the large array laid out by the Yinshan Sect in the woods, and then forced by the large array of feng shui patterns of the Hidden Holy Temple, they all instinctively approached this side.

The shadows swarmed into the Hidden Holy Temple and began to wander around, searching for something.

Some of the shadows suspected that what they were looking for was underground or behind the walls of buildings, so they dug up the bricks on the ground with their bare hands.

Under the green bricks, there is a large copper plate, and it still does not give up.

Their fingers are so sharp that they can scratch a mark even on a piece of copper, making all sorts of tooth-aching sounds.

The ground was covered with black shadows struggling with the copper block, and the rest of the black shadows stumbled towards the back yard.

They are slow thinkers, and they have to do the same thing as any other dark shadow, looking for the thing that tempts them.

Chen Zhan and the three of them ran to the Hall of the Dead in the backyard in one go, although the Hall of the Dead was in a partial hall, the internal space was not small.

Push the door in, and on the table inside, dozens of rows are full of the spiritual seats of the deceased.

At first glance it looks eerie.

The Hidden Temple is now without electricity, but with Ye Ling present, she observed that in addition to electric lighting, the main hall also retains the traditional oil lamp lighting system.

With a move of your fingers, the flames were struck, and the oil lamps lit up one after another.

Chen Zhan had already observed the strange behavior of the black shadows outside, they were only concerned with plowing the ground, and they didn't seem to have the intention of immediately attacking the Hall of the Dead.

So he said to Zhen Cheng:

"Look at their movements, they say that these things are ghosts, more like zombies, they don't gnaw on people's flesh and blood, as if they are lying on the ground and eating dirt."

Yu Zhencheng said:

"I look a bit like a mutant who specializes in demolishing houses."

It was the first time for Ye Ling to enter the Hall of the Dead of this scale, and as far as the eye could see, the tablet was placed from the foot to the roof of the shed, although the incense was not lit, but there was naturally a feeling of smoke.

If you look closely, there is a treasure light shining on each tablet.

"Look, there's light on these ranks."

The two looked over.

Tens of thousands of tablets, the power of the wish generated by the incense offering for many years, and the power contained in it, are very obvious in the strange places.

A large number of black shadows melted into the courtyard where the Hall of the Dead was located, digging into the outer wall of the Hall of the Dead, and tearing down every piece of rubble.

In the blink of an eye, the entire yard was crowded, and compared to Metro Line 3, there were hundreds of them.

With a "snap", the only window was smashed and the black shadow crawled inside along the window.

"I said like a zombie."

Chen Zhan instinctively flashed back, picked up a spiritual position casually, and wanted to smash the black shadow.

Ye Ling stepped forward first, and the fireball in his hand flashed, passing through the black shadow, and the black shadow that seemed to be substantial disappeared directly.

Chen Zhan held the spiritual position, and suddenly felt a power very similar to the true qi in his body coming from the spiritual position.

Yu Zhencheng hurriedly said:

"Don't you think I'm slow to pronounce names? You stare into the middle of the tablet. ”

Chen Zhan stared carefully, and once the spiritual power released was touched, he found that every tablet was shining with treasure.

"How does this work?"

"It is estimated that the spiritual position here has been worshiped by incense for decades, which has produced a wishing power, and formed a hedge with it when ghosts are rampant."

The huge wish power on the tablet was attracted by his spiritual power and directly connected to the purple gold red gourd.

There's no need to say the name of the devil now.

All were automatically coded by the gourd.

Chen Zhan stretched the gourd out of the window, and a huge suction force was generated.

That's the regular power of willingness.

All the lonely souls and wild ghosts who received the incense of the Hidden Holy Temple were all absorbed by the purple gold red gourd at this moment.

Many ghosts instantly lost control of their bodies, and their bodies turned into a black line and flew towards the gourd.

The crowd in the courtyard turned into a cloud of black smoke.

Chen Zhan was holding an oversized vacuum cleaner in his hand.

At this time, he understood why Master Chuanhui enshrined so many tablets regardless of his identity.

"Bang", the door of the temple was destroyed, Ye Ling was on fire, and stepped forward, sending out a flame in his hand to clean up the fish that had slipped through the net.

She stood in the doorway, and the flame that purified all evil served to seal the door at this moment.

Suddenly, the ghosts in the temple decreased by more than half.

Especially in the courtyard of the Hall of the Dead, although the black shadows have an average level of intelligence, their instincts still exist, and when they saw Chen Zhan's power, they turned around and quit, and went to work in other courtyards.

"They still bully the soft and fear the hard?"

Chen Zhan took the gourd, and for the first time at this moment, he felt that the inside of this gourd was stirring, obviously receiving about tens of thousands of ghosts made the gourd's "body", which had been silent for many years, have undergone tremendous changes.

In order to prevent the phenomenon of bursting open after being unable to suppress it, Chen Zhan used the old trick to immediately put the gourd into the system backpack, and there was systematic suppression, so there was no need to worry about the gourd going wrong.

Chen Zhan went to look for the Golden Buddha, the last time he came, he had a very savory impression of the Golden Buddha Relic, which was a treasure worth 100 million.

But what he didn't know was that the Golden Buddha had already been thrown into the deep pit by Abbot Chuanhui and filled the big hole under the temple.

Originally, there was a wooden plaque in the place of the Golden Buddha.

The handwriting is very shallow, and some are blurred.

After a closer look, the name was written by the monk Wuxiu, and the other party came back a few days ago and left a handwriting for Chen Zhan in advance with a wooden card.

It reads briefly:

"The existence of this temple is to suppress the gate of the netherworld."

"Only the abbot can maintain the great array, and the spirit of self-sacrifice can calm the deep pit."

"My master understood this and threw himself into the crack when it was formed."

"Master is gone, and I have an epiphany, it was he who pulled me out of my inner demons."

"I also intend to sacrifice myself to close the rift forever, and I am compassionate."

"The temple doesn't need the next abbot anymore,"

"In another 100 years, the world will be a different story."

"Don't be sad when you see Lord Chen."

"The gate of the netherworld under the temple represents the cycle of life and death."

"Being able to devote yourself to the cycle of life and death is already a rare good thing in this life."

Ye Ling was beside Chen Zhan, and after a general look, she turned her head sideways and fell into deep thought.

Chen Zhan is a mixed taste.

The monk has already done this.

Such a change today may have been decided a hundred years ago.

But the monk made such a great contribution in obscurity, and no one is destined to know the truth in the future.

He did not wait for the last moment to save everyone like the hero in the story, but let them be safe in advance, which is what the hero does.

Chen Zhan looked at the time.

It was almost dawn, and it was about to dawn.

Presumably, these ghosts, who did not agree to gather and worked hard to dig the ground, will not find any netherworld gates.

After a brief silence, another group of dark shadows crowded into the courtyard, and some of the buildings in the distance began to collapse, or collapsed in half, apparently almost demolished.

A terrible howl was heard in the distance, and the cry was very human, making people suspect that there were other living people.

The lead stumbled and stumbled.

After blowing up the feng shui of the Hidden Holy Temple with explosives, they immediately fled to the east, only to be confronted by a large number of black shadows who came to cut the wall.

The other party attacked them by the way, and the dozens of disciples of the Yinshan Sect who accompanied them had already been sucked into human beings.

Their strength is far inferior to Chen Zhan's others.

After a fight, only a few people withdrew under the cover of Yin Zhiliu and fled back to the Hidden Holy Temple.

At this time, he was still being pursued, and fled directly into the compound of the Hall of the Dead with the fewest ghosts.