The strange statue is covered with large swaths of gray-white dust, which looks like some kind of light spot on the statue, making this weird statue look sacred.
As they arrived, the gray-white color faded and disappeared little by little, and finally disappeared from the stone tablet.
Luo Jiutian was really stunned for a while.
"That's right," Luo Jiutian said, only his lips were moving, "The evil spirit has been here."
"You mean, she's gone now?"
Luo Jiutian slowly came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Yes, otherwise the traces of the hidden thunder will not disappear completely, but will point out the current location of the evil spirit."
The two of them moved to the foot of the statue and looked up at the stone tablet on the statue.
"There seems to be no change." Luo Jiutian said.
"No," the Taoist priest pointed at the words on the stone tablet, "Jiutian, there is an extra scratch here."
The first sunlight and the remaining moonlight spilled in through the gaps in the roof, just reflecting the appearance of the stone tablet.
Luo Jiutian followed the Taoist priest's hand and counted forward.
That's right, there is a shallow scratch on the text on the stone tablet.
The scratch was very shallow, but they were still sure that the mark did not exist before.
And this scratch is printed on the word "Lotus".
The two looked at each other.
"It seems that this evil spirit has some connection with the fire lotus," the Taoist priest said.
Luo Jiutian agreed, "Taoist Priest, do you think she went to find Huolian?"
"It's very possible," the Taoist priest stood up, "Let's go and have a look at the crematorium at the back."
The two opened the back door again and came to the crematorium. Luo Jiutian looked at the whole picture of the crematorium. The light changed, and the appearance of the crematorium seemed to have also changed.
Luo Jiutian blinked and took a closer look.
No! Changes have really taken place!
"Taoist!" Luo Jiutian immediately stopped the Taoist who was turning to close the door, "The door is open!"
The Taoist priest turned around hastily.
"Door?"
"The door of the corpse crematorium!" Luo Jiutian excitedly pointed to the ajar iron door, "It was closed when we came here just now. I can guarantee that it is open now!"
The Taoist priest pulled Luo Jiutian behind him, and the two of them stared at the door warily.
The half-man-high iron door seemed to have opened an eye, observing them through the dark gap.
The two waited quietly for a while, but there was still no movement at the door.
Luo Jiutian stretched his neck, leaned into the Taoist priest's ear and whispered, "At least the evil spirit has not been here."
The Taoist priest nodded. He turned around and took out a strange-shaped talisman. He pressed the talisman in his palm and kneaded it for a while, then swung it toward the iron door.
The talisman spread out in the air and turned into a little man. The little man walked upright on the ground, looking naive and a little cute.
Luo Jiutian stared at the Taoist priest with a serious face, thinking that this man still had this skill.
"This is a transformation spell, it has no other use," the Taoist priest said modestly. "It can only explore a way and help us clear mines."
Just as he was talking, the talisman villain had slipped into the crematorium along the gap. After disappearing for a few seconds, the khaki color appeared again, but not in the form of a villain, but changed back.
The shape of the talisman floated out from the crack in the door.
The talisman fell at the Taoist priest's feet. The Taoist priest bent down to pick it up, frowning.
"What does this mean? Safety?" Luo Jiutian asked.
The Taoist priest sighed and shook his head, "My talisman failed again."
Luo Jiutian looked at the talisman and then at the door, "Forget it, I'll go in and take a look."
Unexpectedly, the Taoist Master did not stop him, but pondered seriously for a long time. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Jiutian, I have one last message, if there is no accident, do not call out Panlongchi."
"Yeah, I must remember," Luo Jiutian became nervous, "Taoist Priest, why are you talking about this now?"
The Taoist priest patted Luo Jiutian on the shoulder and walked towards the crematorium, "You wait outside, I'll go in."
"Hey, Taoist Priest..." Luo Jiutian had a strange feeling in his heart, "You... why can't we go in together?"
"I'll go in first to confirm. If there's nothing wrong, you can go in again."
There's nothing wrong with this plan, but what's going on with this uneasiness?
"How about I go in?"
"No, Jiutian," the Taoist priest said vaguely, "I can find you."
"ah?"
The Taoist priest said no more nonsense, went straight to the crematorium, and opened the rusted iron door. The old gray smoke condensed into a still solid and pungent smell, spreading in all directions.
Luo Jiutian coughed and watched as the Taoist priest bent down and walked into the dark interior of the crematorium, disappearing into the darkness.
A hand stretched out from the darkness and hooked the handle on the inside of the iron door, making a gesture to close the door.
"Taoist Master," Luo Jiutian bent down and shouted, "Why are you closing the door?..."
He was stunned.
Those are not the Taoist priest's hands.
"Taoist Priest!"
Luo Jiutian reacted instantly and screamed to grab the iron door. However, the strength of his hand was extremely fast. As soon as Luo Jiutian's hand touched the edge of the iron door, the door closed like the wind.
There was a loud bang, and the iron door returned to the door frame tightly.
"Taoist!" Luo Jiutian desperately slapped the old and crumbling iron door, grabbed the handle outside the door and pulled hard, but the iron door did not move at all.
Luo Jiutian's first reaction was to call Panlongchi with his backhand, but the Taoist priest's words seemed to be repeated in his ears. He gritted his teeth and retracted his hand, and continued to kick the iron door.
"Taoist Priest! Can you hear me?..."
"Taoist Priest! Are you okay?..."
The door was still as quiet as when they first arrived.
Luo Jiutian was sweating profusely and stood up while panting heavily.
Suddenly, an inexplicable irritating smell poured into his nasal cavity.
He couldn't hold it back and opened his mouth to cough.
Smoke smell.
It wasn't the smell of smoke from the crematorium, but the smell of fresh smoke, the smell of something burning.
He turned around.
Luo Jiutian gasped.
The sun has emerged, and the dim light has enveloped Lianshui Village in the early morning. Countless gray-yellow paper scraps are floating densely in the sky above the village, some of which are burning.
Luo Jiutian took a few steps forward, and a piece of paper fluttered down from mid-air. He stretched out his hand to catch it.
The scraps of paper were still burning, and the black at the edges rolled toward the red and yellow in the center. Luo Jiutian turned the scraps of paper in another direction and lowered his head to take a closer look.
His breathing seemed to be sluggish.
He recognized this thing.
It's a spell.
Countless burning spells floated in the sky above Lianshui Village.
Luo Jiutian's back gradually became cold.
This is not the Taoist priest's spell.
This is the talisman of Lianshui Village, a blood curse used by the villagers to suppress the souls of those who died in vain.