C276 Temple
C276 Temple
The noise made it hard not to wonder how many years it had been since he'd opened the door.
In the tiny crack of the door, a shriveled black figure stood there silently. Only his eyes showed a little light, and his whole body seemed to be hidden in the shadows.
"Benefactor … Why are you here at this time? " It was obviously an old man's voice as he asked in surprise.
Xia Ling let out a faint smile, cupped his hands, and said, "I just happened to be on the way here. The sky is getting dark, so I hope I can stay here for the night."
"What is it? Isn't Master Fang going to let me in? "
"I don't dare." "Scram!" The skinny old man quickly cupped his hands together in apology. He then forcefully pushed open the heavy door, and it creaked open halfway. It's already late, please come in. It's especially dangerous out there at night. "
The door was already more than halfway open, and the scene inside the temple appeared in front of Xia Ling's eyes. He strode through the doorway, slowly taking in everything in front of him.
This temple did not look like it was burning with incense. It had been abandoned for a long time. The tiles in front of the door were full of potholes, mixed with weeds. It seemed like it had been a long time since someone cleaned them.
Beyond this small square was a small temple. There was no door on the empty door frame, only a tattered curtain that fluttered in the night wind.
Through the door curtain, he could vaguely see the lower half of the statue of the Buddha inside the temple.
"Old host, this place of yours is really a little down and out, isn't it?" Xia Ling teased him.
What Xia Ling said was right. Although martial arts dominated the world, there were very few people who worshiped all kinds of religions. However, as a religion that relies on the spirit of the people at the bottom, Buddhist temples are also popular in the people.
As long as it was not too far away, the buddhist temple would not lack wealth.
It was very rare to be in such dire straits, just like this temple.
The old host smiled bitterly. As he closed the door, he said to Xia Ling, "Didn't Benefactor notice anything strange along the way?"
Xia Ling smiled faintly: "Of course I did. I was just about to ask the host, what exactly is going on?"
The old host led Xia Ling inside as he introduced the situation of the temple.
It turned out that many years ago, this old host was only the little Shamei in the temple. This temple was still burning with incense.
At that time, there were even several small towns with quite a few people in this area. It was also a bustling scene.
However, one day, a demonic cultivator passed by this place. The Yin Qi he carried with him had even destroyed several villages.
This demonic cultivator even planned to station himself here. Use the creatures here to refine an evil formation.
At that time, the head of this temple, the current master of this temple, had stood forward to fight with this cultivator, damaging his foundation.
However, he himself had accidentally been killed by this demonic cultivator.
Due to the damage to his foundation, this demonic cultivator was infuriated. He directly released his enormous Yin Qi Demon Art, massacring all the beasts here and completely destroying the temple.
The aftermath of the tribulation had never dissipated.
At that time, the old host had luckily escaped death because of a fortuitous encounter with an outsider. However, when he returned, this place had already been completely foreign and had turned into a ghost realm!
If he did not have a bit of buddhist magic at that time, he might have died here.
After this old host had escaped, he dragged his injured body to find a peaceful place to hide and wholeheartedly cultivated. He only returned here when he felt that he had mastered the art, hoping to get rid of the Yin Qi here.
However, he did not expect that after so many years, the Yin Qi had already integrated with the earth vein. Even with his cultivation base, it was impossible to get rid of him!
Unless this place was completely destroyed!
"... I tried my best to get out of the woods. I am bumping my head, but I am getting further and further away from the border. " The old head said with a wry smile, "We can only keep going deeper and return to this temple, then rely on the original buddhist powers to defend it. have been around for many years. "
"I can't go out. People outside can't come in. Relying on the backyard to grow some crops, barely able to maintain his own life. " The old host sighed.
So it was like that. Xia Ling nodded as if he was deep in thought. This argument made a bit of sense.
In other words, a cultivator of Su Anshan passed by and started a fight. The fierce battle and the series of aftershocks caused a change in this place.
The old host led Xia Ling through the front hall of the temple, through a long corridor and into a few rooms at the side. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but no one has set foot here in a long time. "It's been a long time since I've tidied up. I can only let you down tonight."
Xia Ling glanced around. They weren't familiar with the current environment, it was not even much better than the outside.
The two or three rooms were all standing there by themselves, as if they were out of range of the temple. The pale moonlight shone on the walls. On the other side, he could still see the sinister looking branch sticking out of the tree.
These rooms were obviously old and run-down, with a feeling of being eroded by time. There were a few beds and small tables inside, but they looked very old and worn out.
However, since he was already here, Xia Ling didn't want to go out and sleep in the wild. He smiled and said, "It's none of our business. This way, I shall thank you. "
The old host also bowed and clasped his hands. "Benefactor, please rest."
After the two said their goodbyes, Xia Ling went back to his room and looked around with interest.
There was some dust on the table and on the floor, but not much. It seemed that it had also been cleaned. There were holes in the walls and ceiling, big and small. The hole in the ceiling allowed him to see the pitch-black night sky clearly.
There was also a window on the wall, and the wooden frame had long since rotted away. He could still see what was happening outside, but now he was surrounded by darkness.
Speaking of which, those cracks on the wall seemed like vertical eyes …