The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing Gods and Playing Ghosts Day [-] · Borrowing the Soul

"He said that the saint is coming."

When Han Xiujie translated, everyone on the field was stunned, and no one spoke for a while.

Jiang Yiming frowned slightly, turned around and looked at the group of people kneeling towards him.

"Saint?" He murmured these two words in a low voice, and then snorted, "Why should you be a saint?"

Han Xiujie heard it, blinked in wonder, and looked over with some doubts, isn't it good to be called a "sage"?Why did he hear the sarcasm in Jiang Yiming's words?

Jiang Yiming looked at Meng Ayutaya, and motioned for those who were kneeling together to get up.

He asked: "In your village, there should be an underground temple dedicated to gods and ghosts?"

Han Xiujie asked Mon Ayutthaya.

"Yes, I'll take you there." Meng Ayutaya said, and immediately walked in front of Jiang Yiming.

"Wait a moment." Jiang Yiming said,

Jiang Yiming patted an ancient coin on each of Meng Ziqing and An Xiaowen. The ancient coin was patted in the center of their foreheads, and it looked like it was tattooed on it, without falling down at all.

The two people who were still barking their teeth and claws, immediately seemed to be out of electricity, put their hands and feet in order, and did not move.

"Let's go." Jiang Yiming said, "Lead the way."

Han Xiujie translated in a low voice beside him.

Meng Ayutthaya had a panoramic view of this scene, and the reverence in his eyes was even stronger.

He respectfully led Jiang Yiming to the most sacred place in their village. He looked at Jiang Yiming as if he was looking at a god, carefully keeping a distance and not daring to profane.

A group of people stood in an open space. Ayutthaya Meng said something to Han Xiujie. After Han Xiujie listened with difficulty, he translated it to others: "He said that this is a sacred place, and no one else can enter it. He wants to We're all here waiting."

"What? How can this work? Isn't Jiang Yiming the only one who can enter? What if something happens after entering?" Ren Zhongyuan frowned and immediately retorted.

Han Xiujie pursed his lips, and he felt the same way. He was about to translate Ren Zhongyuan's words to Meng Ayutaya, but Jiang Yiming stopped him.

Jiang Yiming looked up at Ren Chongyuan, and said, "It won't be of much use for others to go in, they all stay where they are."

After he finished speaking, he recited the curse in the same way as before, and the light beam fell. After the spell was completed, no gods and ghosts could get close to these people.

Ren Zhongyuan choked, wanting to refute, but couldn't find anything to say.

Both Qin Haiqing and Xie He were accustomed to it, and they had no objection to Jiang Yiming's decision.

Yu Minghao was worried like a nanny: "Then be careful yourself, don't resist."

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows and chuckled lightly: "What's the matter with you today? You're rambling."

Of all the people here, is there anyone better suited to go in and come back unscathed?

Yu Minghao turned to Han Xiujie again. As a bridge of communication between the two countries, Han Xiujie's little translator was a must. The little driver was promoted to translator, and he was crying at the moment—he didn't want to follow him at all.

"I really envy you." Yu Minghao first encouraged the little translator, "It's good to have this honor to go in and open your eyes.

Han Xiujie looked at the big star speechlessly, with a pair of dead fish eyes hanging down, and the four characters "not happy" were clearly displayed.

Yu Minghao coughed lightly, then got to the point, and said: "After you go in, you are the only one on your own. You must watch Jiang Yiming carefully, and don't let him act aggressively."

Han Xiujie took a deep breath. He looked at Jiang Yiming and then at himself. He felt that he was more like the one who needed to be worried.

How come no one cares about him?

People are more mad than people.

"Of course, you should also be careful." Yu Minghao continued.

Han Xiujie nodded, and finally said something nice.

"All in all, if you think the situation is not good, you must drag Jiang Yiming out." Yu Minghao concluded.

Han Xiujie: "... Got it."

Jiang Yiming listened to it funny, he turned his head and nodded slightly to Meng Ayutthaya, indicating that he could leave.

The two of them, together with Han Xiujie's little translator, went straight to the underground temple.

The underground temple is a bit gloomy, there is no patio, and the eaves are made very low, giving people an extremely depressing feeling.

They walked down a staircase with a statue of a ghost standing in the middle.

Han Xiujie looked at the explanation of the words under the statue of ghosts and gods, and struggled to identify them. Some Buddhist terminology was involved. He was a little uncertain and softly translated to Jiang Yiming: "The one enshrined seems to be Ying Gong? It is called Ying Gong Temple?"

Jiang Yiming shook his head slightly: "It's not Yinggong, it's Yingong Temple. This is a Yin Temple."

Han Xiujie blinked, and was taken aback for a moment, Silver Temple?It doesn't sound like a good auspicious word...

He beat a drum in his heart and looked around subconsciously.

I don't know if it's because Jiang Yiming said that this place is a "Yin Temple", but Han Xiujie now feels that this place is full of ghosts, and his breath is cold, as if even himself has become a living dead.

"Most people think that an even number is Yin, so the window lattices around here and the staircase we just walked have an even number of steps. Usually Yin temples don't have patios, and the eaves are low, so they can't let in too much light. It often gives people an eerie feeling." Jiang Yiming raised his chin slightly, looked at the eaves beasts on both sides of the temple and said.

Temples are divided into yin and yang. Yang temples are temples where ordinary people often go to worship gods, while yin temples, on the contrary, have nothing to do with gods and worship the dead.

Meng Ayutaya looked at Jiang Yiming and said, "The ones worshiping here are my father and uncle, Mengke Ayutaya, Mengqing Ayutaya."

"Our clansmen are all cursed by the Piba ghost. It's only a matter of time before everyone will become a monster that eats people and fears water."

"After the strange symptoms appeared on the father, it didn't take long for other clansmen to show the same symptoms one after another. The royal family exiled us here. We had nowhere to go, so we had to build our own village here."

"My father and uncle Wang sometimes kept their eyesight, and sometimes they had to be tied up with ropes to prevent them from going mad and hurting people. In the first year, with the help of my father and uncle Wang, the village was built. , we also built this temple.”

"In the second year, after they left, according to their wishes, we buried them here and worshiped them every day."

"The people of the tribe appeared strange one after another, newborns died before the age of three, and the curse of the Piba ghost was everywhere. I always thought that it was impossible for our tribe to return to the world of normal people."

Meng Ayutaya said, looking at Jiang Yiming suddenly: "There was an old man in the clan who watched the sky and predicted that our clan is lucky, and there will be a chance to change the fate of the whole clan, even if..."

He paused, stopped talking, skipped the half sentence, and continued: "Although he didn't see it until the old man who made the prophecy died, his prophecy has become the basis for all of us to live on." belief."

"Now that you have appeared, I know that the opportunity in the prophecy refers to you! Please save us!"

Jiang Yiming frowned slightly. Seeing that the other party was about to kneel down to him again, he turned sideways and said coldly: "I said that I will solve it."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the statue-like sculpture standing in the middle of the temple, and suddenly jumped up onto the altar.

Seeing this, Meng Ayutthaya gasped, straightened up abruptly, and opened his mouth to stop him: "This...this is disrespectful, holy man!"

Jiang Yiming ignored him, knocked on the base of the statue of man and god, and there was a flash of understanding in his eyes, which was hollow as expected.

He looked at Mon Ayutthaya and asked, "Do you know that the base of this man's statue is hollow?"

Han Xiujie translated in a low voice.

Mon Ayutthaya's eyes were blank: "Hollow? I don't know..."

Usually, the bases of the statues of human beings are solid, implying down-to-earth.

No one has ever dared to cut corners on the base of a statue of a man and god, and it is even more disrespectful, as they say.

Mon Ayutthaya's complexion changed.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly.

He found a stone that was in his hand, unexpectedly "bang bang" a few times and slammed it hard on the base.

Han Xiujie was startled, and didn't dare to look at Meng Ayutaya's reaction. He ran over in a hurry to stop him: "Mr. Jiang, this is not good. This is his temple..." Why did he just start demolishing the house? What about the temple?

He just said a few words, and Jiang Yiming easily punched out a small hole in the base.

Seeing this, Han Xiujie stopped talking abruptly.

He looked at Meng Ayutthaya, and saw that the other person's face was extremely ugly. He couldn't help but swallowed, and began to think about Yu Minghao's words - he dragged Jiang Yiming out when he saw the right opportunity.

Jiang Yiming reached into the hole to dig out, his caramel-colored round eyes were half-closed, and suddenly his eyes darkened, and he smiled softly: "Sure enough."

Han Xiujie heard Jiang Yiming's voice, subconsciously looked over, blinked suspiciously: "What?"

Jiang Yiming took out a wrapped cloth pocket from the hole. He opened the pocket, revealing 24 neatly stacked portrait photos, with a hair stuck to each photo.

In addition to the photos, there are also chicken bones, ashes and a metal plaque with an inverted pentagram engraved on it.

He jumped off the altar and threw things in front of Mon Ayutthaya: "Look at these things, do you know them?"

Meng Ayutthaya looked down, his face became paler and uglier, he nodded slightly: "These 18 people are all clansmen who were kicked out by the royal family back then, and several of them have passed away."

As he spoke, his eyes stayed on the upside-down pentagram, his lips trembled, and he looked at Jiang Yiming: "This is..."

The positive pentagram symbolizes a person standing between the sky and the earth, with his head in the middle, his hands raised, and his feet standing between the sky and the earth, which can gather and condense the energy between the sky and the earth and turn it into his own use;

And after the head and feet are turned upside down, it is an inverted pentagram, which represents a goat in a double circle, and the goat has always been a symbol of the devil.

Jiang Yiming didn't answer, but asked instead: "The idea of ​​building the Yin Temple was your father and uncle's idea? How much do you know about the establishment of the Yin Temple and the enshrining of statues of gods and men?"

Meng Ayutaya shook his head slowly: "At that time, I was busy supervising the construction of village houses, and almost everything related to temples was in charge of my father, uncle Wang and several elders in the clan."

"What about those old people?"

"...all dead."

Meng Ayuta paused, shook his head and said: "But these things have nothing to do with my father and uncle. If I remember correctly, the pentagram is something in Western religion. The belief of my father and uncle has never been this .”

"Really? I don't think so." Jiang Yiming picked up the pinch of dust and a few pale and dry chicken bones in his cloth pocket, and snorted.

A person who knows so much about the art of borrowing the soul to nourish the soul is so vicious, it doesn't seem like someone who has any beliefs.