The sky is dark and the sun and the moon are gone.

In the blink of an eye, heavy rain poured and the wind blew.

There seemed to be many demonic atmospheres between heaven and earth.

"It's midday and the sky changes so strangely, there must be something strange about it." Wang Lin said in a deep voice and asked the little monk, "Master, what do you think?"

Wang Lin knew that he had a mortal womb with his naked eyes, and was not as good as the young monk's natural yin and yang eyes, so he asked if the young monk had seen the changes in the dark.

Last night, the young monk was surrounded by dozens of vicious and evil figures in the world, and was still as motionless as a mountain. At this time, his face was unprecedentedly cautious. He disagreed with Wang Lin’s so-called Yin and Yang Eyes, but this is not the time to explain the “Three Hearts Eyes”.

A strange color flashed in his pupils, and he replied in a deep tone: "A heavy rain, the sun is getting darker, and the night is approaching, and the demonic energy is rising into the sky. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time."

"Could that the thousand-year-old demon has cultivated the magical power to call the wind and rain?" Wang Lin said in surprise.

"The thousand-year-old monster is unfathomable. We should leave here first, it is urgent." The little monk replied.

"What should I do if Miss Nie's corpse?"

"The mountains are heavy and the waters are repeated, and we will meet each other if we are destined to do so."

Wang Lin and the little monk said a few hurriedly, and then returned along the same path.

At this moment, it is impossible to find the tomb of the Soul Gang and Nie Xiaoqian in the pouring rain. They decided to follow what Nie Xiaoqian said, if they can't find the Soul Gang, they will leave the Black Wind Forest first, save themselves, and then look for opportunities in the future.

The situation was chaotic, and they used their light skills with all their strength. The internal strength in their bodies was like the Yangtze River and the Yangtze River, flying through the mountains and forests like clouds, wind and wind, chasing wind and lightning.

However, the two of them thought they were going back along the same road, but they were running for nearly an hour. They were surprised to find that they were still spinning in the forest. If they were based on the course, they should have walked dozens of miles.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Wang Lin was anxious and raised his hand to print a palm on a towering tree where several people hugged each other.

Although he had a casual palm, his skills were restored now, his palm power was powerful and domineering, and the tree was hit violently, with branches and leaves falling, and a palm print several inches deep was punched out of the tree's body.

"I have it." Looking at the palm print, Wang Lin thought of a solution.

Next, they walked out their palms and left handprints along the way, and walked for about half an hour.

Under the dim shade, Wang Lin, who was standing in the mud, suddenly looked up and saw a clear palm print on the big tree in front of him. It was clearly what he had just made. He couldn't help but say: "Ghost hits the wall? Could it be that we were trapped here."

The little monk looked around, but saw the rain falling like a beating, the forest was dark and the shadows were everywhere, and there was no way out. He wiped a handful of water droplets on his bald head, squinted his eyes and said, "It's not that ghosts hit the wall, there is something wrong with these trees. It's probably the thousand-year-old tree demon is causing trouble."

"It's not dark yet. Aren't monsters and monsters hiding out at night?" Wang Lin asked.

His question was just unable to control himself, but in fact he had an answer in his mind.

The little monk did not answer Wang Lin's question, but instead entered the quiet place in front of him and pushed apart the artemisia that was one person tall.

Wang Lin behind him thought he had found a way out, so he hurriedly followed and took dozens of steps. Suddenly the scene in front of him changed. When he turned around, he was thrown behind him. After walking a few more steps, a stone tablet half a person high came into view.

The wind was silenced and the mist was bleak. A black crow living on the stone tablet suddenly screamed, spreading its wings and flew into the twilight.

Wang Lin wiped his eyes and looked carefully.

The mottled and damaged stone tablet, which stands among the wild smoke and weeds, is painted with silver hooks, and three characters are engraved in seal script.

Lanruo Temple!

After seeing the words on the stone tablet clearly, Wang Lin was shocked.

He never expected that they would go around looking for the soul-summoning post but inadvertently, they broke into the underworld prison that Nie Xiaoqian said, which made the ghosts unable to be reborn - Lanruo Temple.

The little monk in front of the stone tablet turned around, looked at Wang Lin, and nodded at the same time.

The ghost temple in the rumor is right in front of you. Since it comes, you can rest assured. For the current plan, look at one step and take one step.

The heavy rain stopped the moment they decided to step into Lanruo Temple, but there was no sign of cloud breaking and sunrise in the sky, only the boundless gloomy haze, with a bizarre and desolate background.

Wang Lin and the young monk, one is a rising martial arts master who ranks 29th in the Yinyuan Feng Praise List. Although there is no Yinyuan Feng Praise, he comes from Wuliang Temple, the most secret secret realm in the martial arts world, and has learned the Supreme Master of the Supreme Dharma Image Golden Body.

Despite their repeated instructions, they were very skilled and brave, walking along the moss trail along the moss trail.

The wind blew by, and the water droplets left on both sides of the path fell on the branches and leaves of the old poplar locust trees, like the sound of a crane's cries, making people shudder.

These strange things failed to make them retreat, but instead accelerated their pace.

Without hesitation, they stopped in front of a dilapidated temple gate.

The stone statues of Vajra Venerable on both sides of the temple gate were wide open, and a couplet was written on the side of the gate.

The first couplet is like exploring the fairyland.

The second couplet is never invaded by the world.

Horizontal draft, a blessed land.

The rain drizzles and the faint wind blows on the eaves.

Dingding dingling, the mottled eaves bells eroded by the fishy copper rust, sounded lightly in the wind.

In this ancient temple in the desert, a smile surged in Wang Lin and the little monk's heart at the same time.

If they had not had a deep skill and had gathered their eyes, they would have almost missed a line of fly-headed small calligraphy under the couplet: they had nothing to do with their feelings, and they could not achieve their own silence for a long time. Nie Xiaoqian's word "花博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博博

This is probably about making joy in suffering, Wang Lin and the young monk thought.

I don’t know how many such tricks there are in this ghost temple.

Wang Lin was about to walk into the temple, but the little monk moved his nose slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "There is a heavy corpse gas in the temple."

The monks have pure six senses, and perhaps they can perceive more unclean things than themselves. Wang Lin thought about it and stopped.

The little monk pointed to the distance, in the east corner of the temple hall, where there was a relatively intact attic: "Then."

Both of them knew that there was a tiger in the mountain and that they were walking towards Tiger Mountain. The attic was full of corpses, so they walked over there in one step.

As the door of the attic was pushed open, a fishy smell of mustyness came to the nose, making the two of them frown slightly.

But before the musty smell dissipated, they walked in.

The attic is dark and damp, with broken tents hanging over the ground and dusty.

There are a few short places in front of the bed, with books stacked and ink scattered. It can be seen that someone stayed here in the past.

Since he has a good place like a ghost house in Guobei County, Nie Xiaoqian has not been to Lanruo Temple for a long time, and he doesn't even know that there are a few more scholars in the temple.

"Above." The little monk pointed to the shed.

The two of them moved their feet and jumped into the shed.

"This is?"

As soon as he stood still, Wang Lin looked down and saw several corpses lying on his feet.

The body was left with skin and bones, his eyes were raucous and terrifying, which made the two of them feel cold and they couldn't help but stop their feet.

They didn't know that these corpses that had been sucked by the thousand-year-old monsters in Lanruo Temple, were soaked by the Yin Evil energy and became corpse demons over time.
Chapter completed!