"No...right! We are a little curious, why is this temple of yours built deep in the grotto?" Wan Gaojun wiped the cold sweat on his face and saw a child showing his head. He breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.
"grotto?"
The young monk glanced around with a confused look on his face, without thinking too much, and said seriously, "If the donors come to make offerings, I'm afraid they will have to wait for several hours. The temple is in the process of converting evil ghosts, and there is no time to receive the donors."
After saying that, the young monk closed the door, leaving only the people looking at each other.
"Duhua... Li Gui?"
At this moment, I don’t know who was the first to speak up and said tremblingly.
For a moment, a strange atmosphere spread around everyone.
"A vicious ghost? It's okay to deceive some old people in their 70s and 80s. What age are we in, and there are still people telling us that there are vicious ghosts?"
When the atmosphere was tense, Jiang Qing laughed twice and shouted loudly toward the inside.
"Yes... yes, we have all learned scientific knowledge, how could there be such a thing as ghosts?"
"If you're brave, Sadako will take maternity leave!"
"Chu Renmei! I want Chu Renmei!"
Some naughty boys disagreed and shouted loudly outside the temple.
It was bizarre enough that an ancient temple suddenly appeared in an originally empty cave. There were also people inside who said they were transforming evil spirits, especially at night.
Many girls are a little timid and have already started to give up.
"What's wrong? You seem to be looking a little bad." Wang Hu looked at the ember checking his phone next to him and said with some confusion.
updated!
Ember refreshed this post repeatedly, and just now, a message popped up:
At 17:23 on June 23, 2021, the cute little girl posted a picture.
When the picture refreshed, I saw a wrinkled piece of paper in the picture, with a line of small words written in blood: Don't expose it!
Don’t go and expose it!?
The last word "It" was written in a very twisted and sad way. It didn't seem like it was written by the cute little girl, but more like it was written by the ghost in the post. The strokes were extremely weird and twisted.
Just like human limbs, they are twisted into human shapes.
The original poster...is dead? Still alive?
Yi Yan's pupils tightened, and he couldn't help but guess this matter in his heart.
This message was sent three hours ago.
It's just a picture, but it looks so mysterious.
There is no reply message below.
Originally, that post was just for killing time, but for some reason, after entering this cave, I remembered this matter deep in my heart.
Especially after the little monk talked about transforming the devil into a ghost, it seemed that this incident was inexplicably connected to that post.
If... there are really evil ghosts in the world, how can you escape?
Thinking of this, Yi Yan looked up at this ancient temple.
Mysterious, strange, and shabby.
It gave him an extremely depressing feeling, unlike a normal temple that would give him a sense of majesty and solemnity when viewed from a distance.
It was like a beast crawling in the shadows, waiting for their group of prey to come.
"Huzi, look at this" Yi Yan thought for a while, handed the phone to the fat man and said.
"What is it?" Wang Hu didn't understand, so he took the phone and looked at it patiently.
While scrolling through the post, Wang Hu's expression changed several times, from disdain to solemnity. After a while, he took a deep breath and said with a complex expression, "I think this poster named Chou Meng Xiao Xian Nu is a bit like making up a story."
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"If this thing is true, I'm afraid it won't be spread on the Internet."
"The poster named Cute Little Salty Girl probably wants to gain popularity through this incident, post a few pictures, and then share her experience."
"But..." Wang Hu smiled bitterly.
"I hope he made it up, because..."
Wang Hu had a weird look on his face, he clicked on the cute little girl's profile picture and handed the phone to Yi Yan.
"The address shown in his post is at the Polytechnic University in City A, which is near our school..."
Yan Yan's pupils tightened, he took the phone and took a closer look, and sure enough--the posting address showed that it was near the Polytechnic University in City A.
The two looked at each other, and a chill went to their heads.
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"Wang Meng, why did you bring me to this place?"
At this moment, Wang Xiaoxiao was being pulled by Wang Meng to a room with sundries behind the temple.
"It's been almost an hour, and those monks haven't opened the door. Aren't they waiting outside? It's making them noisy. Let's set up a tent here for the night and do whatever we want." Wang Meng's tone was impatient.
When I came in, I observed the entire utility room. It seemed to be filled with a pile of dusty beams and a large vat covered with notes, but it was quite spacious.
"Are you... so impatient? We are on an outing and we have plenty of time!"
Wang Xiaoxiao patted Wang Meng who was hugging him with his hand, and tried to break away, but unfortunately Wang Meng couldn't resist Wang Meng's strength, so he hugged him tightly and leaned his head against her.
"Wait! You roll out the tent first, and then I'll light the candles!" Wang Xiaoxiao's pretty face turned red, and she took out two candles from her bag and lit them with some embarrassment.
Wang Meng looked a little unhappy and muttered a few words, but still followed Wang Xiaoxiao's words, took out the tent from his backpack, and helped lay the floor here.
"Really, we've been together for half a year, and this guy still likes to mess around like this."
Wang Xiaoxiao sat at the door, stroking his rapidly beating heart and thinking secretly.
"Xiaoxiao, this tank is taking up our space, please help me, it's so damn heavy."
Looking back, I saw Wang Meng pushing the big tank with a red face, but no matter how hard he tried, the big tank didn't move at all.
"Aren't you usually quite strong?"
Wang Xiaoxiao muttered something and ran over to help. Suddenly he remembered that this big vat was originally in the corner of the room, but why did it suddenly appear where the two of them were setting up their tent?
Maybe it's my misunderstanding.
She didn't think twice and pushed the vat to the corner.
"Fuck, I'm so cold."
Wang Meng shuddered, and soon after his arm touched the vat, he felt as if ice had poured over his whole body.
This kind of coldness is not the obvious severe cold in ordinary winter.
But...
As if he had encountered something extremely dangerous, Wang Meng felt goosebumps all over his body. Looking at the large vat covered with notes, he felt a very bad omen in his heart.
"What's wrong? Even if this big tank is filled with water, it's impossible to push it with your fitness level all day long, right?" Wang Xiaoxiao pushed up his glasses and said.
"I don't know what evil stuff is inside. I feel like I'm pushing an iceberg, and I can't exert any strength at all." Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was a little strange, and said as he crossed his arms tightly.
Then the two looked at each other, and a hint of excitement could be seen in their eyes.
Then the two of them stood in front of the vat and tore off the paper wrapped around the vat.
"No one will talk about this matter. We are 50/50 about what is inside." Wang Xiaoxiao looked around and blew out one candle, leaving only one with weak light, for fear that the students outside would discover this matter.
Wang Meng pressed the iron cover of the large vat and pushed it out with force. The seal was not tight. As he increased his strength, the cover gradually loosened.
With a sound of "Boom!", Wang Meng opened the cover.
"opened!"
The two of them exclaimed at the same time. Wang Xiaoxiao pulled the candle and approached the vat, wanting to see the contents inside.
"ah!"
The next second, Wang Xiaoxiao's heart-rending scream suddenly came.
"What...?" Wang Meng was about to ask what was going on, but his voice was stopped by the sight in front of him.
All that was seen was that the large vat contained countless chopped corpses. The corpses seemed to have been soaked for a long time, and they were all swollen and emitted an unusually unpleasant rotten smell.
On the top, there are two heads, one is a woman's head, with no hair, a pale and bloated face, the head is as big as a winter melon, looking straight ahead with an expressionless face.
Another head...
Wang Meng's heart was beating rapidly because he discovered that the other head was a male's head. It had lost its blood color, but if he looked carefully, he could still tell that it was the head of the young monk who had just opened the door.
Could it be that the little monk died before opening the door?
Wang Meng realized that something was wrong, and a sense of crisis surged in his heart at this moment. He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment, he just wanted to escape from this cave as soon as possible.
"call!"
A gust of wind blew by, the candles suddenly went out, and the whole room fell into darkness.
I couldn't hear any screams from Xiaoxiao, it was like I was pushed into the deep sea, and all I could hear was my own rapid heartbeat.
There was a layer of cold sweat on Wang Meng's forehead, and unspeakable fear enveloped him.
He took out his cell phone very quickly, but unexpectedly it flew out and seemed to fall into a vat.
"Grass!"
Wang Meng cursed angrily and quickly stretched out his hand to fumble in the vat.
But after the hand touched the meat, there was still a warm feeling, as if the corpses had just died and still had body temperature.
"Xiaoxiao! Speak."
Those greasy and warm feelings made Wang Meng extremely uncomfortable. He picked up his phone and quickly opened the screen, then turned on the flashlight.
With a "click", the dark space became clear again.
Wang Meng pointed the light at Wang Xiaoxiao and shouted.
I saw her standing in the darkness with disheveled hair, as if she had been frightened.
"Xiaoxiao, go quickly!"
Wang Meng couldn't care less, so he pulled Wang Xiaoxiao and ran out.
But it felt like he was pulling a huge mountain.
"Snack, sip, sip"
Wang Xiaoxiao slowly turned his head over, his face was stiff and numb, his eyes were rotating in opposite directions, and he tilted his head to look at Wang Meng.
"No...no..." Wang Meng's consciousness fell into chaos and panic. He felt something staring at him from behind. He looked sideways and saw the pale woman's head in the tank.
Looking at himself with a smile on his face.
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"Why is there Xiaoxiao's voice behind me?"
While everyone was waiting, a scream suddenly came from behind the temple.
At the moment when the screams came, the originally solemn and orderly chanting also stopped, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
"The smell of blood?" Wan Gaojun's nose was sharp and he smelled the smell of blood. He walked carefully to the door of the temple, pushed the door open a crack, and carefully looked inside.
This sight almost scared Wan Gaojun's soul away.
At this moment, a group of headless monks were sitting in the temple hall, holding scriptures in one hand and stopping beating the wooden fish with the other.
They all faced the Buddha statue that had been enshrined for a long time in unison, as if they had dedicated everything to it.
So solemn, so solemn.
The Buddha statue enshrined in the hall has long gray hair, blood-red eyes, a disproportionately hook-shaped nose, a white beard with rows of eyeballs, red skin, and a protruding belly.
He showed countless extremely painful faces and held a bloody head in his hand.
At this time, one of its scarlet tongues penetrated deep into the monk's head, rolled out a ball of white stuff, and swallowed it into his mouth. The other hand dragged a huge jade plate.
On the ceremonial plate were the heads of the monks.
How is this trying to save a fierce ghost!?
Where is this a serious temple?
This is obviously a cult.
"Hello!"
Suddenly, a cold voice stopped Wan Gaojun's movements.
"Didn't we agree that we are exorcising evil spirits and we are not allowed to come in or peek?"
The little monk with a ferocious face was hung from his head by a piece of intestine. He dropped to the same height as ten thousand tall men and said with wide eyes.