Jiajing Spiritual Records

As the mist filled, those people gradually approached, and I saw that they all had blue complexions, their expressions were frozen, and a red rope was wrapped around their necks.The person walking in the front was the village chief Ning Huan Suxian met yesterday. Ning Huan couldn't help being startled when he saw it. He looked at the people behind him and thought to himself, those people in the village who disappeared out of thin air Could it be them?

Although these people were in a trance, they still moved forward in an orderly manner, their steps stiff like puppets on strings.Suddenly, Ning Huan's eyes fell on the end of the line, and he saw a familiar figure.The thin and small man was buried in the numb crowd. He lowered his head slightly, trying to make himself less noticeable, but the anxious expression on his face and the chaotic pace made him look out of tune with the people around him.

Ning Huan frowned, this was the boy he had seen yesterday.He wondered, "Why is he here?"

"Do you know him?" Su Xian asked in a low voice as he glanced at the young man in the crowd.

Ning Huan nodded and explained: "Yesterday he was the one who told me the secret of the Joyful Buddhist Temple." Ning Huan was silent for a while, then he pursed his lips slightly and expressed his doubts, "If these people are because of This is the result of worshiping the Buddha of Joy. But he has never worshiped the Buddha of Joy, so why does he appear here?"

The long queue had reached the Temple of Joyful Buddha, and they stopped.The temperature dropped a few more points, and there was a hint of coldness in the air.The dark wind was wrapped in black air and suspended in the air, and the daytime sky suddenly became darker and darker. The strange temples glowed with a faint blue light in the thick fog, like the flickering phosphorus fires in the wilderness graves.The villagers stood silently in front of the temple like zombies, with pale and stiff faces, it was hard to tell that they were still alive.

At this time, the temple door opened slowly with a "squeak", and following the dull movement, the dead team moved again. "Follow up." Su Xian urged in a low voice, he quickly pasted a yellow talisman on Ning Huan's forehead, dragged him to the end of the line, and followed those people into the temple...

Ning Huan followed Su Xian at the end of the team, he looked around cautiously, but saw those people's cloudy eyeballs staring numbly at the front, and they didn't respond to the movement made by the two.The young man in the team suddenly turned around, looking at the newly joined Ning Huan and Su Xian, his eyes widened slightly, his expression was obviously startled, and his face showed a look of uneasiness.After a while, that thin figure appeared behind the crowd. Seeing that Ning Huan had noticed him, he ignored his suspicious gaze and pointed anxiously behind them.

Ning Huan didn't understand what the boy meant, and turned around in confusion, only to see another long line behind them in the rising black mist, turning their backs and walking forward.At the end there were two vague figures, one of them also turned around at this time, and his eyes met Ning Huan.

was discovered?The faint black eyes floated on that ethereal face, and that vague figure was staring at Ning Huan at the moment.Ning Huan's heart trembled, his back was soaked in a thin layer of cold sweat.But the blurry figure just watched Ning Huan silently, motionless.Ning Huan frowned, and he was about to look back for the young man who gave him the signal just now, only to find that the figure in front of him also made the same movement as him.

A suspicious look gradually flashed across Ning Huan's eyebrows, he turned his head again in surprise, and the blurry figure also turned his head.With eyes facing each other, Ning Huan pondered for a moment, then raised his right hand, and the figure raised his left hand.

Here, is there a mirror?Ning Huan thought uncertainly.

But if there really is a mirror in the black mist, then these two illusory figures should be him and Su Xian, but... Ning Huan's eyes searched for the young man's position in the crowd facing him, but suddenly found that there was an empty space there. Nothing, just an empty seat.Ning Huan turned around suspiciously, but the young man just now had disappeared.When Ning Huanfu turned around to check again, the barely vacant position suddenly disappeared.

Su Xian noticed the strangeness of Ning Huan beside him, and looked at him in puzzlement.Ning Huan's words were on the tip of his tongue, but the eerie Buddhist temple of joy was close at hand, he pursed his lips tightly, but remained silent after all.There is a high threshold at the foot of the road, Ning Huan saw those pale-faced villagers walk in one by one, feeling uneasy, and then recalled the scene he saw yesterday, was it an illusion or real?

Ning Huan exhaled slowly, but who knows that the yellow talisman in front of his forehead blew loudly, especially in this deadly silence, Ning Huan was startled by the sound, and hurriedly covered it tightly. Huang Fu carefully looked around with his round black eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one noticed.At this time, there was an inaudible sigh from the side, and Ning Huan's wrist was held by another warm hand, the palm of which was obviously higher than Ning Huan's body temperature, pressed against his pulse.Ning Huan was slightly startled, and looked to the side in surprise, meeting Su Xian's helpless eyes.Ning Huan grinned, covering the yellow talisman on his forehead with one hand and showing a guilty smile.Su Xian shook his head, he opened his lips, although Ning Huan did not make a sound, he understood what he meant.

"Follow me."

The black mist became thicker and thicker, and a choking smell of blood filled the air.The red-painted temple door was wide open to the outside, but one couldn't see clearly what was inside.In the dark surroundings, only the huge four-character "Xi Le Buddha Temple" on the plaque shone with red light faintly, giving people the illusion that behind the temple gate is a ghostly underworld.

Black mist enveloped the long queue, slowly moving forward amidst the thick smell of blood.Ning Huan's palms were soaked in cold sweat, at this moment he couldn't see Su Xian clearly three feet away.Perhaps his chaotic heartbeat exposed his uneasiness at the moment, the hand that was holding his wrist suddenly moved downwards, and instead held him, the big hand with well-articulated bones gently squeezed Ning Huan's palm .Ning Huan's body paused slightly, and his anxious heart was soothed at this moment...

The two of them crossed the high threshold under their feet. At this time, the surrounding temperature dropped a little bit. Ning Huan shivered from the cold, and felt that he was in the ice cellar, and the white mist that came out was lingering. At the tip of the nose, coldness poured in from the neck.Ning Huan gradually realized that something was wrong, and the temple bricks under his feet became softer and weaker.The black mist dissipated slowly, and there was no statue of Xiyue Buddha or evil spirits in front of them. The four red walls disappeared, and they seemed to be in a wilderness at this moment.

There was a dead silence all around.Ning Huan lowered his eyes, stepping on the black soil underneath, making sticky "creaking" sounds from time to time, where is this?Ning Huan thought.The crescent moon above the head was shining with a coquettish red light, and a city suddenly appeared in front of him, surrounded by the blue will-o'-the-wisps, it stood majestically and mysteriously in the distance like a mirage...

Before Ning Huan could marvel, he was disturbed by the sound of "snapping" beside him, and saw a fist-sized tumor slowly bulging out from the collar of the man in front of him.

What's this?Suddenly, the sarcoid writhed as if it was alive, and slowly squeezed out of the man's collar. Under Ning Huan's gaze, a human face gradually appeared, complete with eyes, nose, and mouth. Ning Huan twisted it. Eyebrows, he glanced at the bluish-white face of the person in front of him, then looked at the weird face again, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, that, that were clearly two identical faces...

Suddenly, the sarcoma on the back of the neck opened its eyes, and its chaotic pupils were facing Ning Huan behind him.Its expression gradually became clear in the confusion, and then revealed a trace of frightened despair.There was a wailing sound from the mouth of the human face, driving the fist-sized sarcoma to wriggle and struggle...

The sobs became louder and louder, and Ning Huan found that fist-sized tumors protruded from the back of the necks of those villagers. They had faces similar to those of villagers, but they showed desperate struggle and fear.

"What are you shouting for?" The ghost's voice sounded faintly beside Ning Huan, and it sternly stopped the howling of those human faces, "You should feel honored to be able to make sacrifices to Buddha Xi Le!" With a shudder, the end of the red string lingering around these people's necks was actually a floating human head...

The crowd suddenly fell silent, only the suppressed mourning and howling continued to echo in the wilderness, and those expressionless, pale-faced torsos continued to move towards the ghost town with stiff steps...