This little girl has grown up well. I touched the copper lock and laughed in a low voice: "Little loli, your favorite."

Tongsuo glanced at it and said seriously: "I have become a good person now."

I bared my teeth and chuckled. Tongsuo said, "You laugh like a gangster."

The little girl put away the phone, seemed to have heard something, and glared at us fiercely. She pulled her companion away from a distance, and looked at us alertly from time to time. Tongsuo and I looked at each other and smiled bitterly, so what?

At this time, the rain slowly stopped, but the air was still extremely cold. Some of the people hiding from the rain under the eaves of the door left, and some entered the temple gate. Tongsuo and I were about to enter the temple when we saw people coming from outside.

There were several jeeps and bread. As soon as the door was opened, a dozen travelers carrying hiking bags and jackets jumped out. They started making noises as soon as they got off the car: "This is the arrival of Yuncun, hey, it's really far away."

The leader held a small flag and a loudspeaker and shouted: "Gather, gather, visit the Yin Temple first."

At the gate of Yin Temple, local people immediately set up a stall, set up a long table, spread it with red cloth, and sold some long incense, red candles, paper money and other items. There were women among the travel companions, so they immediately gathered around and took out three to five hundred dollars.

With a huge amount of money, I bought a bunch of long incense sticks without batting an eyelid to burn them in the temple.

We were curious, so Tongsuo asked a relatively friendly local: "Brother, what's going on?"

"These donkeys come to our village for tourism," the middle-aged man said.

What I heard was interesting: "That's called a donkey friend, not a donkey."

"Now this new term is also fresh." The middle-aged man said: "Since the bizarre murder happened in our village, there has been an endless stream of people from all over the country going to the village for adventure tourism. Especially these donkeys, they have not been seen.

I don’t even know where the money comes from for doing a job, so I’m so generous.”

"Why are there so many people today?" I asked, looking at the bustling crowd. At this moment, two more loaves of bread came out.

The middle-aged man said: "Today is the day when the Lord of Hell breaks his fast. It is said that this old man will come from the underworld to the human world tonight to judge cases. Many people come here to offer incense."

I heard Wang Xiaoyu say that when she went to Yin Village Yin Temple to worship, it was very deserted and not very popular. Unexpectedly, the incense is getting more and more popular now.

Tongsuo took out a cigarette and handed it to the middle-aged man. He took a puff and did some business. The conversation gradually began: "Our family has lived in Yuncun for more than a hundred years. I heard my grandfather say,

This place used to be a mass grave. Later, someone encountered ghosts here in the middle of the night. In order to suppress these lonely ghosts, the village raised money to build a ghost temple on this site."

At this time, many beautiful girls among the travel companions gathered around to listen to his work. The old boy got excited and shook out the little things he knew: "After the Yin Temple is built, it won't do anything. It should be haunted."

It's still haunted. But just a few years ago, something big happened that shocked every village in the country."

He blew out a smoke ring, gave up the idea, and continued: "The Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage. Have you ever heard that they are soldiers from the underworld? Three people in a row, walking in a long line, holding banners to summon souls, in the middle of the night.

Walking out of the foggy swamp in this temple, oh my god, it was really scary. After that time, the King of Hell

He then appeared and gave the villagers a dream, asking us to build a golden body in his image. It really became popular after the bizarre murder happened in the village. Oh, by the way, a little girl was killed by a cement truck in a mixer recently.

It's so miserable here. Ever since several strange things happened, people have been coming to burn incense one after another."

Someone came here for the first time and had never heard of the incident where the little girl died in a cement truck, so he went over to inquire. The middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette and making up stories so hard that foam came out of the corners of his mouth. Tongsuo and I had known about this.

I had no interest in anything, so I just wanted to go to the temple.

As soon as I arrived at the temple gate, I saw the little girl holding her companion and pointing at the enzyme: "Look at what the temple gate looks like."

The girl looked at it, shook her head and said, "I can't tell."

The little girl shook her head and said quite proudly: "The middle is high and the two sides are low. There is a stone hat on the lintel. Do you think it looks like a tombstone?"

The companion pushed her: "Tongtong, don't say so scary, I'm getting goosebumps."

The girl named Tongtong turned around and pointed to the village road outside and the undulating mountains on the right, and said, "Is that mountain arched?"

"yes."

"What do the arched mountains and the road in front of me constitute?"

"have no idea."

"It forms an arrow. This is called an arrow piercing the heart in Feng Shui. It is a place of great evil," Tongtong said.

A little girl spoke so eloquently and insightfully that Tongsuo and I couldn't help but look at her one more time. The boy glared at us and said like a little pepper: "Uncles, what's there to see?"

Tongsuo loved to make jokes with girls. He chuckled and said, "Uncle, I think my nieces are pretty."

Tongtong rolled his eyes at us, took his companion's hand and entered the temple. As we passed each other, he dropped a sentence: "Pervert"

The copper lock cut and said, "Little girl." I patted him and said, "Maybe what they said is right. An arrow pierced the heart and opened the tombstone door. The fierce Feng Shui built the Yin Temple. There are Taoism inside."

The copper lock pulled me and followed a large group of travel friends into the gate. It was our first time here and we were very surprised. This Yin Temple is quite weird. After entering the gate, it turned out that it was not a temple inside, but a long stone staircase.

. Along the high hillside, it leads to the flat place below. The main body of the Yin Temple is located in the place below.

There are dead trees on both sides of the hillside, dark clouds in the sky, and the atmosphere is very gloomy and solemn. Today is a very bad day. It has just rained, the wind has picked up again, and the temperature has dropped sharply. Tongsuo and I put our hands in our pockets,

I was so cold that I felt old when I looked at those excited young people in jackets.

Standing on a high place and looking down, the Yin Temple is actually black and looks very dilapidated. The clouds roll like waves in the sky, and the strong wind rises like wind and clouds on the ground. These backgrounds set off the main black Yin Temple, and the two melt together,

It actually depicts an otherworldly montage effect.

We stood in the wind, looking at the temple, feeling indescribably desolate and sad. Tongsuo suddenly sighed: "I kind of believe that there is a world after death."

We walked slowly down the steps and came to the entrance of the main temple. I looked up, my heart skipped a beat, and I stopped. Tongsuo looked at me and asked what was wrong.

This Yin Temple has an oddly ancient shape, with a brick and wood structure. It doesn’t look very clean, and it’s foggy, which makes people feel uncomfortable. I said softly: “I’ve seen this temple before.”

"Ah" Tongsuo was very surprised: "Where have I seen it?"

"Do you remember that I once went to the basement where Peng Liang was hiding in order to find him?" I said.

Tongsuo nodded: "Remember. Then you disappeared. When you reappear, you will have to say that you have been to the underworld created by Peng Liang and have a nose and eyes."

I said: "I had seen many murals in the basement at that time, and one of them depicted a gloomy ancient temple. It was exactly the same as the temple in front of me."

Tongsuo was shocked: "Damn it, you mean that this temple is for worshiping Peng Liang, but that's not true. This old boy created his own underworld, isn't he the Lord of Hell?"

I rubbed my brows and thought about it. I always felt empty in my heart. There seemed to be something wrong, but I couldn't think of a reason. We walked into the Yin Temple. Compared with the regular temple, the area inside was much smaller. Count.

A mottled painted pillar supports the entire building, in the middle

It is a huge shrine, enshrining several statues. In front of the shrine is a three-legged incense burner, about as tall as a person, with incense of different lengths densely packed inside. There are several lanterns hanging on the beams, all of which are extinguished at this time.

Covered with thick dust, it looked like no one had taken care of it for a long time.

The most eye-catching thing about this temple is the murals. After many years, the colors have not changed much, and they still look very bright. Many people stood in front of the murals, lingering, holding up their mobile phones to take photos and videos. We

After a brief look, the mural depicts the road to the underworld.

There are bustling crowds on Huangquan Road. Different from the traditional hell pictures, the people on the murals are actually wearing modern clothes. There are T-shirts, large vests, Chinese tunic suits, and black skirts. Men and women, old and young. Cloud cage

Under the hood, crowds of people crowded in the mist and walked towards the dark and boundless underworld. Not to mention, the painter was also very ingenious. The characters in the painting were all modern people, and everyone felt like they were immersed in it at first glance.

They looked horrified.

After Huangquan Road, there is Wangxiang Terrace. After Wangxiang Terrace, there is Hungry Dog Ridge. Then there is Jinji Mountain, and you can see eighteen kinds of hell in Yegui Village. Various criminal laws, scenes of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, twisted and ferocious people

My face was so frightened that the girl screamed "Ahhh". I saw Tongtong's female companion who was so scared that she hid behind Tongtong and didn't dare to look. That Tongtong was really good, very calm, and sometimes

Pointed and filmed with mobile phone.

These murals are not only all over the walls, but also extend upwards to the ceiling above. The ceiling depicts a hazy sky, rolling clouds, and many ghost eyes. At first glance, it really looks like there is a ghost in the dark.

Staring at people like us in Yangshi.

This place is really uncomfortable. From the tight and depressing architectural style of the temple to the colorful and strange underworld visions all over the walls, it is full of a heavy sense of post-modern oppression that makes people breathless and gloomy.

Uncomfortable.

Many people have lined up to kneel in front of the shrine, kowtow and burn incense there.

Tongsuo and I squeezed past. When we saw the statues on the shrine, I was completely shocked. There were two big characters written in official script on the shrine: Tomb God. There were three statues enshrined below, and the one on the left was a monster with a dog's head and human body.

, is sitting cross-legged in meditation. It has a nice human body, but there is a black dog's head on its neck. What's even weirder is that it is also wearing a yellow cloak. With the vivid black dog's head, it has an indescribable eerie feeling.

The statue in the middle is tall and big, at least three times bigger than the kobold. With a red face and round eyebrows, it is clearly Brother Peng Liang and Peng.
Chapter completed!