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In this deep and quiet canyon of human flesh, there was a sudden movement.
The sound was still soft at first, but as time passed, the noise became louder and louder. Jin An finally recognized it, was it the sound of breathing?
The four of them approached nervously, and the old magician said nervously: "Where is the breathing sound coming from?"
But the four of them took torches to illuminate the surrounding area.
Found nothing.
I took a torch and shined it above my head. It was pitch black and I didn't know how far up it was.
I held a torch and pointed it at the way back. It was also pitch black and I didn't know where the way was.
I don’t know if it’s because of the influence of this sound, but the layers of hanging coffins on both sides of the Yixiantian Canyon give people an even more sinister feeling.
The oppressive feeling of the coffins on both sides filled with ghosts and gods became even stronger.
"Jin Engong, it seems that this canyon is breathing like a living person..."
The country goddess said alertly.
At this time, the country goddess had something extra in her hand, which was the dark clay pot containing grave soil.
The pottery pot is about the height of a palm, and there is a spell to suppress evil engraved on the surface.
When the country goddess saw Jin An, the old Taoist priest, and the sword-sharpener all looked at the clay pot in her hand, she explained: "Old woman, what is in this clay pot is the crushed bones of a century-old corpse and the ashes."
Soil on the grave."
"Back then, this hundred-year-old corpse was causing harm to people everywhere. Some villagers asked me to help exorcise the evil corpse. After the old lady restrained the evil corpse, she crushed its bones and scattered its ashes. This gave it a chance to atone for its sins."
In this tense atmosphere, the old Taoist priest did not forget to lick the country goddess: "My sister is amazing. If a hundred-year-old evil corpse comes into my hands, I will crush it to ashes."
The country goddess did not answer the old Taoist priest's words, but held the black clay pot in her hand and looked around cautiously.
"Master, the sound came from behind us."
He sharpened his sword and stared straight in the direction behind him.
Kick!
As he finished his sword-cutting words, the originally quiet and empty coffin hanging in the sky suddenly heard the sound of human footsteps.
Kick, kick, kick
The footsteps became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer, and the surroundings were silent and empty. The footsteps seemed especially clear and crisp, and they spread far away.
Someone was walking towards them behind them.
"Could it be that others have also come ashore one after another? Could it be the troops led by the captain general who was the last to descend to the Yinyi River?"
"If it's not a living person...could it be that the exorcist who was eaten by the human flesh canyon was nourished by the Yin Qi, transformed into a corpse, and raised his corpse?" the old Taoist priest muttered with a crow's mouth.
"Ignore the footsteps, let's go out first." Jin An didn't intend to sit still and wait for death. The four of them ran quickly in the hanging coffin canyon filled with rotten coffins.
But something strange happened.
Jin An and the others ran faster, and the footsteps behind them also began to accelerate quickly.
And the sound of running quickly was faster than them.
They run faster and faster.
The footsteps approaching behind him were even faster.
Pressing harder and harder.
When Jin An noticed the problem and asked everyone to slow down, the rapid footsteps behind him also slowed down.
It's as if the people behind them are imitating their steps.
"It seems that the crow's mouth of me, the old Taoist, was right. Sure enough, something unclean is following me..." Not long after the old Taoist finished speaking, the light of a torch lit up in the darkness behind him.
Several torches dispersed the darkness, and several long figures stretched out, approaching them quickly.
Under the light and shadow of the torch, three monks wearing mage robes chased me.
"Taoist Master Jin'an and Taoist Chen, we didn't expect to meet you from the Five Zang Taoist Temple in this hanging coffin burial canyon. Amitabha, just now our brothers and sisters were curious about who was walking in front of us. The closer we got, the farther the other party walked.
The faster you go, it turns out they are two Taoist priests."
Among the three monks in mage robes, the oldest one spoke first with his hands clasped together.
When the three monks saw the four people from Jin'an, they finally met a living person in this canyon with hanging coffins. They all breathed a sigh of relief and approached happily.
These three monks were known to both Jin An and the old Taoist priest. Aren't they the monks from one of the temples in the city that went to the Yinyi River this time?
The three other parties are all monks from the "Xishan Nunnery".
It is not the three monks who are the abbot of Bailong Temple.
Although Taoism and Buddhism have been enemies since ancient times, it was rare to meet a living person at this time, so he didn't care about the hatred. The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his heart that had just risen to his throat: "So it turns out that it's not this cannibal.
The exorcist who was eaten by the canyon followed and turned out to be the three brothers from Xishan Nunnery."
"Just now we heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind us, and we thought it was some unclean thing in this man-eating canyon that was trying to kill us."
The three monks in Xishan Temple were shocked: "Cannibal Canyon?"
"What is going on with Master Chen of the Five Zang Taoist Temple?"
The three monks asked nervously.
So, the old Taoist priest told the three monks in Xishan Temple about the cannibalism in this canyon. The monks all looked horrified after hearing this.
Just like the expressions Jin An and the others had when they first discovered the truth.
"Amitabha, what a sin, what a sin!" The monks looked unbearable.
"I feel that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, so why don't we, Xishan Nunnery and Wu Zang Taoist Temple, join forces to fight out of this hanging coffin burial canyon? The more people we have, the more strength we will have. As the old saying goes, if we unite, we can build a city."
This time before the old Taoist priest spoke, Jin An spoke first: "Okay."
He agreed to the request of the three monks from Xishan Temple to join forces.
"The three masters, the old Taoist and the goddess among us, were injured when passing through the Corpse Cave in the Yinyi River just now, and their physical strength is a little weak. I'm afraid we won't be able to move fast."
"Why don't we let the three masters go in front and we follow behind them?"
"Not only are we responsible for blocking the rear and preventing sneak attacks from behind, but also in order not to hinder the progress of the three masters, we will try our best to keep up with the speed of the three masters and will never become a burden to the three Zen masters."
In the darkness, while Jin An was talking, he secretly pinched the thickest layer of pork belly on the old Taoist priest's arm.
"ah!"
The old Taoist priest was caught off guard and screamed in pain.
The old Taoist priest began to cooperate with Jin An, pretending to be sick and screaming.
The monk didn't doubt that he was there, so he clasped his hands and said hello.
Then take the initiative to go ahead.
Jin An took the initiative to step aside and give way.
Just when the monks had just passed Jin'an and turned their backs to Jin'an, preparing for them to explore the road ahead, E!
The tiger sword is unsheathed.
The light of the sword is like a flash of thunder.
It was Jin An who launched a sneak attack!
The three monks from Xishan Temple who were walking in the front reacted very quickly. As soon as they sensed something was wrong behind them, the three heads turned an inhuman 180 degrees and glared angrily at Jin An, who was making a sneak attack behind him.
But they reacted quickly, and the knife in Jin An's hand was even faster. The monk had just turned his head upside down, and before he had time to fight back, a third of the flesh and blood on his neck had been cut off by the light of the knife.
To be continued...