Chapter 45 The Ancient Temple Jiang Wen's heart sank slightly as he looked at the female ghost in red getting closer and he knew that the ghost was not slow, the female ghost still surprised him.
The sisters are sandwiched between the left and right, and the magic power is concentrated on the jumped several feet with him now, the world sprint champion is no different from the tortoise and the hare.
Walking through a dense jungle, my feet tapped lightly on the Li Yunshang's back, the two people ran towards the depths of the mountain forest.
"How far is it from that temple?"
"It's coming, it's coming. It's right in front." The old woman's weak voice came, and Jiang Wen followed the words and looked, where he could see a slightly dilapidated temple.
The female ghost may have sensed something, and her harsh screams became more turned into a red shadow and flew towards Jiang Wen.
The cold claws scratched Jiang Wen's back, and he felt a chilling chill spreading throughout his body.
The golden elixir in the sea of life exudes a faint golden light, and the surging warmth instantly drives away the chill.
"arrive!"
The temple was close at hand, and Jiang Wen jumped in in a few steps.
The female ghost in red swooped forward, and then seemed to encounter something terrible, lingering outside the temple and not daring to come in.
It stood in front of the temple gate, baring its teeth and claws toward the inside.
"Give me back my life!!"
Seeing that it didn't dare to come in, Jiang Wen felt guess there must be something in this temple that prevents this ghost from entering.
Li Yunshang found some firewood and lit it, lighting up the magic to clear a clean resting place, sit cross-legged on the ground and recover mana.
She really put a lot of effort into dealing with this female ghost just now.
"Brother Jiang, your back is bleeding." Mo Xiang looked at Jiang Wen's back, wiped the wound with a tissue and said with distress.
She moved gently, cleaning the wounds on Jiang Wen's back bit by at the three palm-long scratches, the little girl burst into tears.
"If it wasn't for protecting us, Brother Jiang wouldn't have been injured." Mo Xiang blamed herself.
Jiang Wen smiled calmly, took out the bandage and trauma medicine from the storage bag and handed them to her: "It doesn't matter, they are all minor injuries."
"Does it hurt?" He touched it with cold little hands.
"Hiss—it's okay." Jiang Wen felt a tingling sensation on his back and couldn't help but take a breath of cold has been practicing the art of life skills recently, and his physique is not comparable to that of ordinary wound on his back might be fatal to ordinary people, but to him it was just a minor injury.
"Your brother Jiang is a monk, how can he be so fragile?" Li Yunshang came over to take a look and said with a teasing deliberately reached out and patted Jiang Wen's wound, and someone almost screamed out.
"Hey! Li Yunshang!" Jiang Wen said dissatisfied.
"Hey."
After the commotion, several people rested around the old woman held her grandson and looked outside, while Jiang Wen took the opportunity to take a good look at the temple.
This is a temple that has been abandoned for a long time. The statue sitting in the center of the temple is dilapidated and even missing a head.
There are various fairy murals with strange shapes on the four sides, and each image is completely different from the fairy Jiang Wen imagined.
Rather than saying they are gods, they are monsters.
They have different body shapes, with bull-headed and rat-faced is a tusked pig head sitting cross-legged, and there is a protector holding a sword with a hundred faces.
They all have ferocious faces, staring at the temple from the murals.
"Fellow Daoist Li, do you know the gods in this temple?" Jiang Wen asked Li Yunshang hearing this, Li Yunshang also looked at the murals. He put his chin in thought for a moment before saying, "This seems to be a temple of Shoshinto. The gods on the paintings are all the gods enshrined by Shoshinto."
"Zhengshen Dao?" Jiang Wen was a little had heard Chang Mingzi talk about Zhengshen Dao before, which was an immortal sect that believed in gods and was famous in the spiritual world for its ability to invoke gods through magic.
Jiang Wen thought that the gods believed in by Zhengshin Tao were similar to his imagination, but today it seems that the gap is very big.
"Yes, the gods in this painting are the 360 divine generals of Shoshinto. The four people at the top are the four Huangtian deities they worship." Li Yunshang pointed to the four huge gods with exquisite paintings at the top. Take them one by one.
The head is three snakes, the body is a human body, and the chest has the face of a child. It lies on the lotus platform with its breasts exposed.
"This is the Great God Sanming Blessed One."
It has a horse body and a human face, four legs like arms, a tail like a scorpion, and four eyes on its on a cloud chariot of hundreds of birds, wrapped in silk.
"This is the decree of the God of Creation."
Carrying six wings, the human body has no holds flowers in his six arms and sits on the altar. The women around him are like a moon, offering flowers and worshiping.
"This is the Great Compassionate Taoist Lord who saves the suffering and those in distress."
Looking at the last one, he looks like an ordinary had its hands clasped together and a big mouth open on its sat under a big tree, and the tree was hung with a knot of people.
"This is the Emperor who kills evil and exorcises demons, rewards good and punishes evil."
"These four gods are the highest gods of Shoshinto. Shoshinto respects them as the Four Supreme Lords of the Yellow Sky. If you see such statues in Shoshinto temples in the future, don't worship them with the wrong etiquette."
After Li Yunshang finished talking about the four figures, Jiang Wen didn't come back to his senses for a long looked at those strange-looking gods and found it hard to believe that they were gods believed in by people in this world.
He stared at the immortal and felt a noise coming from his seemed to be countless strange things talking in his ears and making cheerful smiles.
Shaking his head, Jiang Wen dispelled these , he seemed to hear a laugh.
"good to eat."
tasty?Jiang Wen calmed was the crackling sound of burning firewood in my noises just now were an illusion, an illusion caused by him seeing too much.
"Maybe it's an hallucination." He rubbed his temples and waited until he felt calmer before looking away.
The female ghost outside the temple has not left for a long time, and the temple seems particularly quiet.
He glanced around the fire and found that there seemed to be three people missing.
"Where is Shuxiang?" Jiang Wen asked Li Yunshang.
Except for Mo Xiang who fell asleep next to him, Shu Xiang and the old woman who were sitting next to him disappeared.
"Shu Xiang wanted to pay tribute, so the grandma took her to the back of the temple for convenience." Li Yunshang said, holding her cheek.
"Why don't you help Shuxiang resolve this matter." Jiang Wen frowned, feeling slightly intuition told him that Shu Xiang might be in danger.
"Didn't you suddenly fall into a demonic barrier? I couldn't wake you up. I was afraid that you would become possessed, so I stayed and watched you." Li Yunshang said with a bulging mouth. "Besides, that old man is quite kind. What are you afraid of?"
"No, I always feel uneasy." Jiang Wen felt his heart beating loudly, and an uneasy mood permeated the air. "Where have they gone?"
"Where else can we go? Just behind this temple. You might be able to see them if you go there."
"You protect Mo Xiang here, and I'll go check on Shu Xiang." Jiang Wen stood up and strode towards the backyard.
(End of this chapter)