Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

The winding and twisting road stretches into the distance, and the light rain still does not stop, ticking on the leaves.

There was no light at night in the dense forest, and the only moonlight was obscured by the leaves. Yuzhong Ming lifted the knife horizontally, and the faint light on the scabbard shone the road ahead.

In recent years, with the great material development and the emergence of [safe transportation], the exchanges between the Japanese archipelago have become more frequent, and it is no longer the previous situation of not communicating with each other 10 miles away.Similarly, new agricultural machinery and excellent seeds and fertilizers have made the output of grain soar again and again, and the improvement of the disaster relief system has also made it unnecessary for people to risk their lives to hunt on Qingshui Mountain for the sake of their stomachs.

Except for some people who eat on the mountain, Qingshui Mountain can be said to be inaccessible. Even those [hunters] will not go up the mountain at night. This is common sense in this world.

Therefore, what they saw of Qingshui Mountain and what Yuzhong Ming saw can be described as the difference between heaven and earth.

There are some bluestone slabs in twos and threes on the trail full of weeds, and the drizzle gathers into a turbid current that extends down unhurriedly.Some are attracted by small concave water pockets, while others flow to the foot of the distant mountains and disappear.

There are no frogs and insects on the silent path, the only embellishment is the sound of tickling rain hitting the leaves.It's weird.

Yuzhong Ming, who had already reached the middle of the mountain, was full of doubts.

Ordinary animals are justifiable to hide, why are even ghosts gone?

They should have a grand welcome ceremony when they see a living person at night, but now there is no sound.

"Yeah... hehe...!",

The roar suddenly broke the tranquility of the rainy night, then stopped abruptly, and fell into the ear with the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.

Without hesitation, Yuzhong Mingtang's knife in his hand touched the ground lightly, and quickly ran towards the direction where the sound appeared.

On an overwhelmed tree, a corpse-like advanced green ghost was lying there.It was covered in silver threads, with only one head exposed.

Thinking of the rolling spider legs and the shrill female voice came to my mind,

"Ghost spider? Or girl spider?" He whispered to himself, "It's a big monster again."

There is a reason for the disappearance of the ghosts around in this way. They should have all been absorbed by the injured spider and turned into mummified corpses to die.

But what is the appetite?

With doubts, Yuzhong Ming hurried again.

The bluestone road gradually widened, and although it was overgrown with weeds, it was still vaguely recognizable that it was a wide road.The stones made of high-quality materials are closely attached together, and they are still the same after more than 100 years, and time has not left too many traces.

At the end of the stone avenue, the collapsed torii came into view, and the broken plaque was unrecognizable.

As expected, Shimizu Taisha has arrived.

The stone steps behind the torii seemed to reach the sky endlessly, and it took a while to see the shrine at the end.

Yuzhong Ming's first impression---this is a ruin.

The collapsed hall was littered with scorched wooden beams, withered branches stretched out in the wind, and the ground was muddy and filthy in the rain.Everything shows that this is a ruined place.

Not right, especially not right.

I can't say what's wrong, but Yu Zhongming kept warning him in his heart.

He frowned as he walked among the broken walls, letting go of his spiritual perception, always keeping an eye on the surroundings.Opening the debris, Yuzhong Ming found the main hall of the shrine buried in the ruins of wood and stone.

The main hall of the shrine was not completely destroyed, and the wind and rain for more than 100 years only made it more dilapidated.The most conspicuous deity seat in this hall is empty, and the deity enshrined has disappeared.

In addition to the sundries, there are also some dazzling red fixed on the ground and walls, as if to indicate the tragedy that happened that night more than 100 years ago.

Yuzhong Ming completely let go of the spirituality in his heart and enveloped the entire temple with his perception.

He sensed a subtle sense of dissonance, and in the unhindered spiritual perception, there was a corner that was slightly sluggish.He got up and walked to the side of a collapsed Fengtai, the sword wind swept away, and the debris was blown away, revealing the ground covered with moss.

He squatted down and tapped lightly on the ground.

"dong dong"

Not the real sound.

After fumbling for a while, Yuzhong Ming found a corner, used the scabbard to pry open the stone slab, and a downward hole appeared in front of him.

Chapter 14 Black Flame

The steps extend straight down, without any light, like the mouth of a beast in the abyss, not knowing where to go.Yu Zhongming took out Zhang Fulu from the sleeve of the hunting clothes, ignited his spiritual power, and a clear light appeared in his hand.

He raised his hand and threw Qingguang into the hole.

"Dah...dah...dah...dah...dah..."

The sound of rolling on the ground drifted away, and finally the silence disappeared.Looking towards the entrance of the cave, a faint clear light is stubbornly illuminating the surroundings in the depths.

Not deep.

Having made such a judgment, Yuzhong Ming no longer hesitated, grasped the scabbard tightly, and began to descend.

At the bottom of the steps was a room that was empty and invisible. Yuzhong Ming ignited the talisman, and a bright light shone around.The scene inside the room gradually became clearer under the light.

This is a stone room that is not really big. It is sealed by blue stone slabs around it. A low stone table is placed in the center. The kerosene lamp on the table has been burned out.A skeleton was lying beside the table, and at its feet was a writing pen, which was full of mottled rust because of its age.

Yuzhongming stepped forward and was waiting for an inspection. The cool wind was blowing, and the bones were scattered in the wind like sand, and they covered the ground like gravel.

Several books covered with pale green fluorescence leaked out of the skeleton's arms.

Yu Zhongming was about to go forward and bend over to pick it up, when the footsteps of Xixi and Susuo suddenly sounded above the steps, and two silver-white silk threads struck like lightning.One of the books rolled to the ground, and the other hit Yu Zhongming's eyes.

Yu Zhongming's face was indifferent, the Tang knife did not draw out its sheath, but swept across with its sheath, and the invisible wind pressure rushed out to shoot down the silk thread.He copied books and pens and put them into the wide sleeves of his hunting robe, and his body shot out with electricity.In less than a breath, he had already appeared at the entrance of the cave.Spiritual sensations poured out and enveloped the entire Shimizu Taisha Shrine, and the figure moved with the perception, the toes tapped, and rushed towards the direction of the spider silk.In mid-air, the Tang knife was unsheathed, the light of the knife was snow-white, and the reflected moonlight was as light as water, without smoke and dust, and passed through the void without a sound.The Tang Dao sounded softly on the ground, and a dream-like white Wugou beauty shrouded the body of the blade, with a look of sadness and resentment, and bursts of tears came from the void.Yu Zhongming slowly retracted the knife into the sheath, and all the visions returned to calm.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~"