You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 550: The Strange Mountain Temple

Chang Qing was silent for a few breaths, staring at He Niao Niao, until half a moment later:

"There are not so many reasons in the world. The strong prey on the weak and the fittest survive. Even if they don't die, someone else will. These people are unlucky, that's all they can do."

"Are we just going to leave it alone?" He Niaoniao was a little anxious.

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "I just said that the strong prey on the weak, that's the truth. If you are stronger than him, you don't need a reason to kill him!"

He Niaoniao and Li Mengyu's eyes lit up, and the frustration in their hearts disappeared at this moment. Everything depends on strength!

"This is my teacher. What the elders taught is really different!" Li Mengyu said vaguely while chewing the rabbit.

He Niaoniao also discovered that this senior brother seemed to be indeed different. He was neither righteous nor evil, and had many twisted ideas, but he always hit the nail on the head.

Chang Qing said no more. He took a deep breath, stood up, and a green light shot out from his fingertips and merged into the ground. Soon, the soil began to boil, and the houses collapsed. Before one knew it, one could see the blackened and horrible corpses in them.

As the soil rolled, everything returned to calm. The ground rose slightly, which could be considered as grave mounds.

Three sticks of incense are inserted on each raised grave mound, allowing the wronged souls sleeping there to rest in peace.

Seeing this, Li Mengyu asked weakly, "Teacher, what are you going to do next?"

"Haha, it's getting dark, let's find a place to rest!" Chang Qing stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and smiled slightly.

"what?"

Li Mengyu shouted, but her voice was very small. How could anyone get a good rest after seeing what happened today? Whenever she thought of the miserable condition of these people, she felt a chill on her neck.

Dusk fell, and after walking past many graves, Changqing saw a small hill in front of him. He stopped at the foot of the hill. There was a mountain path in front of him. The strange thing was that the bluestone slabs paved on the path were of a strange dark red.

The pendant on her ear swayed in the breeze of a stale scent.

"Teacher, this temple..."

"Mountain Temple!"

Li Mengyu stared at a dark shadow halfway up the mountain and swallowed nervously.

A temple with flying eaves and brackets piercing the clouds and mist, it is clearly a three-courtyard temple, but the gaps between the tiles are filled with wild wormwood over ten feet high. Rather than looking like a deserted temple, it is more like a mountain ghost covering it with a raincoat, so eerie and frightening.

Xie Xinyu frowned, he actually felt a strange aura in the temple that seemed to be from a demon but not a demon.

Li Mengyu got behind He Niaoniao and shrank his neck.

"Senior Sister He, this temple seems a little off no matter how I look at it!" Li Mengyu grabbed the corner of He Niaoniao's sleeve and said shiveringly.

He Niaoniao said nothing, looking at Changqing, wanting to see what Changqing would do next.

Changqing didn't say anything. A green light from his sleeve fell into his palm. He stepped onto the bluestone slab and walked towards the temple with his feet in a mighty step.

The fog on both sides of the mountain path parted by themselves when Changqing passed by, and soon the few of them arrived in front of the temple.

Suddenly, a wind came from between the temple gate and the crowd, blowing the copper bells on the eaves. There was no clear and pleasant sound in the sound, but rather it sounded like a broken drum covered with leather, and every sound made people's temples swell.

The green light became sharper and more dazzling in the palm of his hand.

Fortunately, the wind stopped, the noise subsided, and nothing special happened.

When the mottled vermilion lacquer door was pushed open, the rotten hinges screamed like ghosts crying.

There was an inch of dust on the altar in the main hall. A headless statue was leaning against a beam, and dark green moss was crawling on the broken neck.

The most surprising thing is that the statue's right hand is still holding a dark yellow wooden whip high up, and at the end of the whip is hanging a glass lamp with dark red lamp oil and the wick has been extinguished.

"This layout..." Li Mengyu pressed his throbbing temple. He just felt that there was an indescribable weirdness in this temple.

This place is unknown, these four big words float in everyone's heart.

The positions where the guardian gods should have stood on the left and right of the altar were empty, but there were two pairs of sharp footprints three inches deep on the blue brick ground, which were directed towards the door, as if the iron statue had come alive and walked out on its own.

What Changqing found very strange was that the surrounding murals were still bright and colorful, telling the story of a goblin who brought benefits to the town. He stretched out two fingers and lightly touched the wall, and his fingertips were instantly stained with scarlet - the cinnabar was as if it had just been painted and had not dried yet.

The pungent smell of blood rushed into Changqing's nose. He took two steps back. The breath that was like a god but not a god, and like a demon but not a demon, appeared again.

"Not at home? That's a coincidence~"

After pondering for a while, Changqing turned around, took out a bundle of firewood from the corner, lit a fire, and sat down as if nothing had happened.

The firelight flickered. Under the dim light, no one felt sleepy at all. How could they fall asleep in such a dangerous environment? How could they fall asleep?

……

Outside the village where the group had stopped earlier, two dark shadows descended under the moonlight. Looking at the graves, the shadows were very surprised.

"Who ruined my human brain tofu? I marinated it for so long, and I was waiting for the next two days to enjoy it! Now it's stained with the smell of dirt, ruining the flavor. Whoever meddled in my business deserves to die!"

The voice was shrill and echoed in the night sky.

"If it's gone, it's gone. I told you before that it would be better to build a stone cellar so that there won't be so many problems. You didn't listen!"

The black figure took a deep breath in the air: "Smell it quickly, this smell is fresh and full of vitality. They must be some top-notch humans. It's a pity that they seem to have gone far away~"

There were even some sounds of swallowing saliva in those words, as if he was fascinated by the aura of Changqing and the others.

Two dark shadows came to the temple gate and were suddenly startled to see the same smell they had just smelled appear in front of the gate.

"Could it be that today is my lucky day? I actually met a few young monks. Hehe, I'm in for a treat today!"

The black shadow was about to rush in as he spoke, but his impatient look was firmly grasped by another black shadow.

"It's better to be careful. A few people showed up here now. Maybe they are waiting for us to fall into the trap. It's not too late to observe them first before eating."

Two dark shadows followed the shadow of the temple and slowly climbed up the beams.

Chang Qing raised the corner of his mouth and then lowered it, stretched his waist and yawned loudly:

"No, I'm too sleepy. I'll go to sleep first." He lay on the ground on his side without caring about his image, and soon he started snoring.

Soon, the other few people, who were still feeling a little uncomfortable, suddenly moved their ears, followed suit, yawned, and fell asleep around the fire.

Another half hour passed, and the breathing of several people became much calmer. The crackling sound of the fire could be heard from time to time, and the hot wind kept shaking the dusty spider webs in the corners of the eaves.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound on the roof, and two dark shadows swooped down from the beams.

Chang Qing's eyes suddenly opened, and divine light shone brightly. Before he made a move, he saw two rays of light piercing through the black shadow, fixing it in mid-air.

There was a star ring spinning on Jie Xinyu's wrist, and the person who made the move was actually her.

After throwing out a few more talismans to stabilize the space, Changqing stepped forward and looked at the two black shadows. They were actually two large rats with dark hair. Their narrow and long eyes were red, showing a bit of madness and cruelty. What Changqing was particularly concerned about was that the roots of the hair were faintly visible, with a bit of golden color.