Until they came near.

Only then did I realize that there was a suspension bridge suspended from stones and chains underneath the corpses.

Beneath the drawbridge seems to be an abyss.

I turned around the suspension bridge for half a circle, but I didn't find any marks left by Cui Hao.

The stone walls on both sides of the suspension bridge are intact, and there are gravel on the ground, and there are no traces of dragging and sliding.

Cui Hao shouldn't slip and fall.

He walked across the bridge and went to the other side.

The cliff is bottomless, and you can't see below when the flashlight shines downward.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of water below.

"Dark River? Is this a dark river spring underground? ”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is a dark river, even if Cui Hao slips and accidentally falls, it is impossible for him to be directly killed.

Maybe there's still life.

I turned back to the drawbridge.

The suspension bridge spans about forty or fifty meters and spans both banks.

The suspension bridge is about two meters wide, and there is still a gap of half a meter between the iron plates.

The two sides are intertwined with iron chains, and the upper end is embedded with the zenith, and the stability seems to be excellent.

I stepped on it, and I just felt unsteady under my feet.

The suspension bridge is only supported by chains, and each time it moves forward, it must swing left and right, plus a gap about half a meter wide, and bursts of cold wind blow from the bottom up.

I walked on it, almost unsteady under my feet, and fell straight into the gap.

I had to hold on to the chains on both sides of the drawbridge at all times to stabilize my body and avoid falling into the abyss.

The bridge deck is cold and biting, and the chill in the palm of my hand is close to the bottom of my heart.

I walked across the bridge for dozens of minutes before I came to the other side.

On the opposite bank stands a stone monument about two meters high.

There are three big characters written on the stele - Yin and Yang Bridge.

"The yin and yang bridge is left yin and right yang, from death to life. It seems that this must be a dead end, not a way of life. ”

The Yin-Yang Bridge communicates life and death.

The side of the stele is the dark side.

The opposite policy is the yang world.

I came from the yang road and stepped into the underworld.

It seems that this is not the way of life, but the door of death.

It is impossible for Cui Hao not to see this, but he still has to move forward, there must be other reasons.

I suppressed my uneasiness and continued along the path ahead.

Only this time I have to be more careful than before.

After crossing the Yin-Yang Bridge, you will come to the Yin-Yang Road.

There are hundreds of ghosts on the Yin and Yang Road, and this place should not be a place for the living.

I can only be careful not to lose my life here.

"Cui Hao, fat man?!"

I couldn't help but shout again.

But the further I walked, I vaguely heard the sound of chanting and chanting in front of me.

The sound of trying to retreat into the hollow crypt underground seemed extremely strange.

The sudden chanting of a place that should not have been there in a quiet place had to send chills down my heart.

I quickened my pace and ran quickly in the direction of the sound.

Clusters of warm light appeared faintly in front of them, and it seemed that someone had lit several lights in front of them.

I march towards the light.

A moment later, a high platform appeared in front of me.

The high platform is circular and spreads in all directions.

The prototype covers an area of about a few tens of square meters, like a small square towering upwards.

The square is surrounded by a pillar of dolls.

An oil lamp hangs on the side of the stone pillar.

The oil lamp flickered softly, emitting a soft warm yellow glow.

In the center of the circular square, eight monks sit around, kneeling on the futon, beating wooden fish, and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The monk was dressed in a robe, his eyes were closed, and the surface of his body was faintly emitted a gold-like reflection under the reflection of the soft light around him.

And in the middle of them is a huge futon about a meter in diameter.

In the center of the futon sat a person, with his hands folded quite reverently, chanting Buddhist scriptures with the eight monks around him.

I fixed my eyes on it.

The person in the middle is not Cui Hao, who else could it be?

"Cui Hao, what are you doing here?"

Under such a hollow and deep underground, there are eight monks like this.

In addition, I had just crossed the Yin-Yang Bridge, and I didn't notice any upward passage at the entrance when I came.

The appearance of these eight monks was so abrupt that it was as if they had been living underground, waiting for us to arrive.

I let out a loud roar, interrupting the men's chanting in an instant.

Sutra stops.

The eight monks looked up at me.

Their eyes were reflected in gold, and their pupils seemed to be forged from gold.

The eyes of the eight people all fell on me, and I immediately felt pressured.

"Cui Hao, can't you hear me?"

Cui Hao in the center was still sitting on the futon, and did not stop chanting with the eight monks.

Instead, as if he was unaware of his surroundings, he was still muttering and reciting scriptures.

I took a few steps forward and rushed to the edge of the altar.

The light was dim just now, and I didn't see Cui Hao's appearance clearly.

As I got closer, I saw a large mass of sweat on his chest.

His eyes swirled wildly under his nose, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Especially on his face, the muscles trembled, and large beads of sweat were dripping down his face.

"Something is wrong, Cui Hao is wrong."

He was definitely not willing to sit here and recite this strange Buddhist scripture, he seemed to be forcibly held on the ground, unable to break free at all.

Cui Hao is now like a puppet stiffened on the ground, unable to control his body.

Even if they heard my voice, they couldn't get up and open their mouths to answer me.

I thought about it.

I shouted at Cui Hao.

"Cui Hao, can you hear me?"

I scrutinized his body for fear of missing a single detail.

Just as I finished speaking.

Cui Hao's eyelids seemed to tremble, and his eyelashes swayed up and down.

I'm sure he can hear me.

It's just that my body is out of control and can't respond to me.

At this time.

A few monks sitting on the ground suddenly got up and bowed slightly to me.

One of the monks walked towards the edge of the altar and came towards me.

I pulled out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, lit it and took a puff.

With my other hand, I pulled out the dagger I had with me, ready to fight back.

The smoke filled my heart a little bit.

At this moment, the monk had already walked up to me, folded his hands and bowed to me again.

He suddenly opened his mouth and recited a scripture I didn't understand.

I just wanted to ask what the monk meant.

But I couldn't open my mouth.

I looked up at the monk.

The other monks behind him also began to close their mouths and recite unknown scriptures.

With the scriptures fluttering in my ears.

There was a trance in front of my eyes, and layers of golden light floated in front of me.

My vision was blurred, and the eight monks seemed to disappear in front of me, replaced by a majestic palace.

This should be a Buddha hall somewhere.

The Buddha hall is circular in shape.

And the base is the round pedestal where I am standing.

The floors above the high platform are stacked, and the stupas are ascending one by one.

Eight monks were standing in front of the Buddha and smiling very kindly at me.

One of the monks handed me a long stick of incense and reached out and lit the Buddha behind him.

The Bodhisattva is tall and mighty, about ten meters tall.

The golden body of the statue has a compassionate gaze, and I have admiration and devotion in my heart.

I couldn't help but walk to the Buddha and knelt on top of the futon.

And in front of the futon is a boxy box.

In front of the box stands an incense burner.

I bowed three times to the Buddha statue and kowtowed heavily.

Then I inserted three long incense sticks into the incense burner, knelt on the futon with my hands folded, and began to pray in my heart.

Strings of Buddhist sounds spilled from the corners of my mouth.

I just feel that I have no regrets in this life, and I have been detached.

Just when my mind was empty, I felt that everything in the world had nothing to do with me.

I suddenly felt the corners of my mouth burn, as if something had burned me.

Then a thick stream of green smoke ran down my throat and into my nose.

I choked and coughed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to find that the tall Buddha hall was gone.

The Buddha statue in front of me was a stone wall at all.

At this time, I was kneeling on a huge futon, just like Cui Hao.

The box and the incense burner in front of him did not disappear.

And what just burned my mouth was the cigarette butt I held in my mouth.

The smoke has burned out.

There was only one last bit of fire left, and it ran down the butt of the cigarette to my lips.

The last puff of smoke choked into my throat, and it dragged me back from the illusion I had just had.

I immediately turned around and grabbed Cui Hao, and directly opened the bow left and right to give him a few big mouths.

Cui Hao was slapped a few times by me, but he still looked groggy.

The scriptures in his mouth still kept going, as if only a shell remained.

I clearly saw that in the incense burner in front of him, the long incense was about to burn to the bottom.

I had a vague premonition.

When this incense is completely burned to the end, that is, when Cui Hao's life is about to end.

I took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, lit it immediately, threw myself next to the incense burner, and directly snuffed out the three pillars of incense.

Cui Hao was in a trance, and subconsciously took a sip.

After a moment, he blinked violently.

When I opened my eyes again, I was clear again.

"Cui Hao, can you understand me?"

I immediately turned around and tugged at his shoulder and shook him a few times.

Cui Hao shook his head and looked around incredulously.

"Where am I?"

I was relieved to see that he had finally opened his mouth.

"Cui Hao, what's the matter with you kid? Once you've gone down into the ground, you're gone. And somehow ran to this kind of place, you are purely dying. ”

Cui Hao was scolded by me like this, and his face was full of grievances and explanations.

"I don't know how I got here. I remember crawling through the air when I seemed to smell a strong stench of blood. I felt something was wrong, so I wanted to climb up. ”

Cui Hao shook his hands and feet, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his own arm.

"But in mid-air, I felt like my hands and feet were not my own, my body went limp, my eyes fainted, and then I lost consciousness. Feel the surroundings again, and that's now! ”