The scholar didn't think much about it. He searched for a long time in the weeds in front of the temple before finally finding a plaque. It was strange to say that the temple was very dilapidated and covered with spider webs, but this plaque looked like

It's like new, with five words written on it: Xishan Empress Temple.

After knowing the name of the temple, the scholar placed the plaque on the threshold. While politely bowing to the plaque, he also said: "Scholar Meng Yuhao, passing by here, needs to stay overnight. If you disturb me,

I hope Empress Xishan will bear with me."

After the scholar entered the temple, he felt a gloomy aura coming towards his face, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it was an abandoned temple. No matter what happened, he thought it was normal.

There is a stone statue in the temple, but this stone statue has been badly damaged, and it is almost impossible to see what it originally looked like.

The scholar picked a relatively clean place and started cleaning. Of course, the temple plaque was also carried into the temple by the scholar. The scholar felt that since he was staying overnight in someone else's temple, he would wait until dawn tomorrow

After that, I helped him hang up the plaque of the temple, which was a way of repaying his kindness for staying tonight.

After cleaning, the scholar brought some weeds from outside and spread them on the ground. He will sleep on the grass tonight.

Maybe the scholar was too sleepy and tired. He fell asleep not long after lying down.

He didn't know how long it had been. In a daze, the scholar felt that someone was talking in the temple. As for what the other person was saying, he said he couldn't hear it at all.

I could only vaguely feel that a woman was speaking.

No, it seems to be two women. The two women were still arguing. Although they couldn't hear clearly what the other party was saying, the scholar could feel from the other party's tone that the other party seemed to be arguing because he came to stay in the temple.

There was a quarrel.

But this was just a dream after all, and the scholar didn't pay much attention to it.

Drowsily, he fell asleep again.

He didn't know how long had passed, but he suddenly heard crying in the temple. This time the crying was very clear, as if it was in his ears, and the scholar woke up with a start.

Then he saw an old man crying in the temple.

But looking at the old man's figure, he seemed a little familiar. The scholar was also in a trance, and for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen this old man.

The old man knelt in the middle of the temple and kowtowed to the stone statue.

The old man was kneeling down and crying. He seemed to be defending himself, but the scholar had no idea what the old man was saying. The language barrier made the scholar feel more embarrassed and depressed.

, why do people come into this temple? Didn’t the old man I met in the town below the mountain say today that no one comes into the temple on the mountain?

Suddenly, the scholar thought of what the old man said, that there were unclean things in this ruined temple.

Thinking of this, the scholar couldn't help but exclaimed deep in his heart, unclean thing? So, does the old man he sees now count as unclean thing?

Although there was some fear in his heart, the scholar still knew that it was impossible for him to leave the temple now, because since the old man in the temple appeared here, he must have known his existence, and even if he wanted to leave, he could not leave.

You may not be able to walk away.

It would be better to go up and ask, and find out why this old man is kneeling in front of this statue and crying.

And the scholar really didn't want to believe that the old man in front of him was a ghost or something.

So the scholar plucked up the courage and took two steps forward, but he still kept about 10 steps away from the old man.

Then the scholar started asking.

"Old man, why are you crying in this temple? And you are not at home in the middle of the night, so what is the matter in this temple?"

But the old man didn't pay attention to the scholar's inquiry. Just when he heard the sound of the book asking him why he was crying here, the old man cried louder, as if he was greatly frightened, and banged his head on the

There was a loud thud on the ground.

As a result, the scholar became even more puzzled.

Why didn't you ask yourself, but when you asked, the old man became even more excited?

The old man kowtowed so hard, and soon his head was bleeding, and he looked a bit ferocious. The scholar was also frightened at this time. He knew that if he continued to kowtow like this, he would probably die.

This was not possible, and this was not what the scholar wanted to happen, so the scholar immediately stepped forward to help the old man up.

Strangely enough, no matter how close the scholar got to the old man, he could not shorten the distance between him and his old man.

It was as if the distance between them was very close, but yet far away.

The scholar was anxious and didn't know why such a weird thing happened. In short, he felt that it was impossible for him to get close to the old man now, so he had to raise his voice and shouted at the old man to stop kowtowing.

Just like this, the old man seemed to use more force, and suddenly there was a loud bang, and the old man's head exploded.

However, the old man's body did not fall because of this. He stood up while spurting blood. The old man's headless body slowly turned around and walked towards the scholar. The scholar had never seen such a scene before.

Ah, I was so frightened that I fainted.

However, at this moment, something even weirder happened. The scholar could clearly see himself falling in the temple, and he saw himself falling as a bystander.

At this moment, endless fear emerged from the depths of the scholar's heart.

Under this fear, the scholar suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that everything he had just experienced was just a dream.

He is still lying on his back in the weeds.

But the temple was empty, he was the only one there, and the old man who broke his own head while kowtowing did not appear in his sight.

Seeing this, the headmaster let out a long sigh of relief. It turned out to be a false alarm.

Just this dream, why is it so real?

I had a nightmare, and the scholar couldn't sleep no matter what.

Fortunately, the moonlight was relatively bright, so the scholar took out a book and sat under the moonlight and began to read.

For a scholar, reading can dispel the fear in his heart.

After about half an hour, the scholar felt his mouth was dry. This could not be blamed on the scholar, because he had not even had time to drink a sip of water when he came to the temple. The scholar was about to put down his book and drink some water.
Chapter completed!