[Comprehensive Lord Demon Slayer: The Blade] The young master is a sewing specialist

After a full meal, I set foot on the path into the mountain with Purgatory Xingshoulang.

Now it is the end of April and the beginning of May, which coincides with the flowering period of wisteria. Looking down from the mountain road, we can still see the wisteria flowers planted around the ghost tea house.

The lights and wisteria perfectly isolate the tea house from the surrounding darkness and the man-eating ghosts. It really looks like those tea houses with warm yellow lights that suddenly appear on the dark path in ghost stories.

I retracted my gaze and refocused my attention on the winding path in the mountains.Xing Shoulang and I went up the mountain one after the other, and before we entered the depths of the mountain, we saw a dilapidated temple.

There is no one in the temple, and there are no lights, but fortunately tonight is a clear night.The moonlight from the sky shines down without any shelter, through the dilapidated thatched roof with holes exposed, and is shining on the face of the Buddha statue in the shrine.

The Buddha statue in the shrine in the main hall is facing the main gate upright, with a sad and happy expression on his face, and it seems to be heartless, but it reveals a strange and strange.

It seems that it is not a Buddha at all, but an Asura who lures humans into hell.

"Hmm...Gao Yun-jun, why do you think there is such a temple here?" Purgatory Xingshoulang looked at the Buddha statue whose face was reflected by the moonlight, and crossed his hands in front of his chest, but his right hand had actually touched the hidden temple. The hilt of the Japanese sword under the haori.

"I don't need to think about it." I slowly stretched my hands behind the sides of my neck and held the two sun-wheel knives, "I just need to know that no matter what this temple worships, it doesn't matter whether it's demons, ghosts or gods." Regardless of the Buddha, such an inexplicable temple and the things enshrined in it are ultimately problematic."

Purgatory Xing Shoulang was thoughtful: "Did you just...did you see that the Buddha statue seemed to... move?"

I was startled and looked back at the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is still sitting there, with a sad or happy expression, but it is heartless and heartless.But something seems to be different from just now.

It's like the Buddha statue that should have no life at all... something that can move!

Xing Shoulang and I still stood at the gate of the temple out of caution, carefully observing the wind and grass around us.

Purgatory Xingshoulang learned swordsmanship since he was a child, so he can naturally bear his temper. I have also been addicted to handicrafts all year round, and I spend most of the day doing it.Now came the time for patience, and we both kept silent, in a rather tacit understanding.

None of us offered to "go to the temple and take a rest".

Regardless of whether the temple is a monster or a ghost, as long as it wants to eat us before dawn, or do something else, it is they who are anxious, not us.

After all, I still have more than two days, which is enough to spend with it. As for Purgatory Xingshoulang, I have more time.

Except for the purpose of saving the lives of specific people, the Ghost Killing Squad basically does not give us a limited time.The strength of the ghosts is different, and the time required for the battle is also different, and the degree of injury after the battle is even more severe.

But when the sun rises, even if the ghost is hiding in the temple, just by looking at the dilapidated roof, the ghost can't hide from the sunlight at all.

If you don't take advantage of the night to escape, the ghost in the temple is likely to be directly scorched by the sun in the morning.

So we were tired from standing behind, so we simply sat on the steps of the temple entrance calmly, and even lit a fire outside the door.

From the space storage accessories, I took out a bunch of pork skewers and Texas grilled chicken skewers, and stuck them on the ground next to the fire.

"Mr. Purgatory, is it just for supper?" I asked Purgatory Xingshourou while holding two skewers with chicken wings on them.

"Hey! You're well prepared!" Purgatory Xingshoulang said happily while picking up a few bottles and cans that I put aside, "You even brought the seasoning!"

emmm...that is actually something in the empty mulberry that comes with my food language. After all, the five flavors also live in the food language, and there is no shortage of seasonings in it. Even if you take out a few catties of each, they can quickly make up for it .

So, we simply held a late-night barbecue session outside the temple, and even found a small stream to catch fish for grilling. Xing Shoulang and I had a very happy meal.However, because I always bake the ingredients or roast them into sandwiches, so in the end, basically the ingredients are handed over to Xing Shoulang to bake, and I am only responsible for eating.

As expected of the eldest man.I gnawed on the fragrant chicken wings and thought happily.

As for my poor cooking skills, I can't help you with anything... I can't help it, I'm really a kitchen killer!And the system assigned to me is actually a sewing specialization system!What the hell is the sewing specialization system for?Can you teach me how to cook?

What's even more difficult is that not only can I not get rid of this spicy chicken system that ruins my feelings, but I also have to find ways to cook more to restore the strength of the soul.

Hmph, sooner or later I'm going to tear this system apart and throw it in the trash.It doesn't even count as wet waste, toxic waste or even recyclable waste.

That is to say the system is not worthy of being dealt with at all.

Most of the night passed like this, and at the end Xing Shoulang started nodding in a daze.His head fell down slowly, and he managed to wake up because of the weightlessness, and raised his head suddenly.However, not long after he woke up, his head fell down again... So I simply put his head on my shoulder, otherwise I would fall asleep watching him repeating such movements.

Until dawn, the things in the temple finally couldn't bear it anymore.

A thunderous bell sounded from the empty temple, and it traveled far and far in the silent mountain.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong—the mountain, especially this place, was a bit too quiet.

Within a radius of ten miles of this temple, there is no sound of any birds at all, and even the sound of insects can only be faintly heard in the mountains ten miles away.Even the fish we caught last night, it took a long time to go up the stream to find such a fish.

The situation here is getting weirder.

The loud bells still echoed in the mountains, and Purgatory Xingjulang was awakened by the bell.He turned his head back from my shoulder and rubbed his neck with a "hissy" breath.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Purgatory Xingshoulang twisted his neck, "The neck is stiff..."

Reluctantly, I opened his hands that were rubbing my neck randomly, and pressed a few acupuncture points for him: "Better? Next time you want to sleep, just lie down and sleep. When you just rested on my shoulder, your neck was crooked. I almost thought you broke your neck."

"Hahaha! It's not that serious!" Purgatory Xingshoulang turned his head and adjusted, "But you press it very well! It's so comfortable!"

"Ahh...thank you for the compliment." I held the knife in my hand and stood up, "It will be dawn soon, and it seems that the things inside are already in a hurry."

"Hmm!" Purgatory Xingshoulang has already adjusted his breathing, and I can even feel the heat of ordinary hot summer emanating from his body, "In short, if it is a ghost, just kill it! If he dare not come out, then Let's go in!"

Holding the knife in his hand, Purgatory Xingshoulang rushed directly into the temple like a fire while tossing and turning, just happened to pass by the same black shadow that rushed out.

Breath of Flame·One Type·Shiranui!

The spherical part at the upper end of the black shadow was directly separated, and it flew high in the air. Before it landed, the black shadow stagnated, slowly turning into a black charcoal-like substance, and then dissipated with the wind.

It was a ghost that was beheaded when it passed by Purgatory Xingjurou.

But the expressions of Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang and I became more serious.

I smelled an unpleasant smell, but it was obviously not from the ghost that Xing Shoulang beheaded.

Compared with this smell, the breath from the ghost that Xing Shoulang killed can even be said to be fresh and natural (this is already the best evaluation! In fact, it also smells super bad!).

This means that in this temple... there is a more powerful ghost!