On the mottled and old plaque, there are four ancient characters written on it, and the Sunset Shrine.

Give people a sense of decay and loss.

The old, dilapidated door is covered with white window paper, making it impossible to see what the situation inside is.

A few meters long hemp rope is tied to the door, and a white cloth strip is also tied to the hemp rope. This object is called a tumble rope. The cloth strip is called an imperial coins, and in some places it is replaced by paper, which can also be called paper hangings.

This is a unique thing in Shintoism. Wherever it hangs, it means that the things here represent the area of ​​the gods.

Originally, this item was originally used to please the gods. In ancient Shintoism, some gods liked wine, so the tribute was wine. Hanging the wine pot on a hemp rope. Some gods liked cloth, so the tribute was cloth, and some gods liked paper, so the tribute was paper.

This is the source of imperial coins. Later, for convenience, people gradually replaced the offerings with paper cloth.

Over time, in the hearts of the Japanese people, if they hang up a place of imperial coins, it means that the power of the gods will cover this realm and become a barrier between the human world and the divine realm. Those who enter here must be honest. As for those demons and ghosts who are inexplicable, they will be isolated from the outside and will never be able to step in.

It is quite similar to the effect of the Bagua Mirror in front of the Chinese Gate, and is mostly folk customs that ward off evil spirits.

At this time, on the old door of the shrine, the imperial coins swayed in the wind. I wondered if it was a psychological factor, but Liu Fang only felt that this place gave him a sense of ethereality and loneliness.

The old witch brought Liu Fang to the so-called shrine and sighed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a day, come with me..."

After talking, the old witch slowly walked to the door, opened the wooden plug, and gently pushed it away.

With a creaking sound, the old wooden door made a friction sound, slowly opening, giving people the feeling of breaking some ancient seal.

The inside of the shrine was dark and humid, and there was a musty smell floating in the air that made people's noses itchy. I don't know how long it took for the shrine to be opened.

After all, compared with the custom of entering temples in China, people here in Japan mostly worship gods outside the community.

Liu Fang followed the old witch and walked into the house. The house was dark and damp. Looking through it, it was actually an ordinary ancient wooden house with no magnificent portraits or sculptures.

In the middle of the house, there is only an ancient well standing quietly.

A circle of imperial coins was surrounded by the wellhead. The white imperial coins looked instinctively eye-catching.

Liu Fang felt that this well did not look like the residence of some gods.

It's more like being imprisoned in a well...

Unconsciously, an inexplicable sense of horror arose in his heart, which made Liu Fang, who was used to seeing the magnificent temple, feel that there is no sacred atmosphere in the shrine, which is mostly a creepy gloomy and dead silence!

Seeing this, Liu Fang subconsciously spoke: "This is what is really like in Rimu Shrine. What people call gods are this well or something at the bottom of the well."

The old witch then slowly said: "The god worshipped in the Rimu Shrine is actually the Gujing Well.

In ancient times, people in several miles were fetching water here, and this well nourished countless people.

Until one day, the well began to dry up slowly and finally became a dry well. People who lived on this land for generations were grateful for its kindness that nourished everyone.

So a shrine was built for this well and sacrificed it. Over time, people became more and more aware that the ancient well was mysterious, and there must be some extraordinary power in it."

"Why did you bring me here for that old man?" Liu Fang said in a low voice. For some reason, the atmosphere in the shrine was suppressed, which made him feel restrained.

The old witch did not say anything, but slowly walked to the corner of the wall and brought a rusty little shovel.

She came to Liu Fang, handed over the shovel in her hand, and slowly said, "This thing has been useless for a long time, you can take it first."

Liu Fang took it and was about to ask, but the old witch pointed to the wellhead and said, "You go down to the bottom of the well, try to dig down, and bring it up when you dig something."

Liu Fang couldn't help but frowned, came to the wellhead, leaned down and looked down.

I saw this dry well that had been around for many years, like a black eye, staring at him like an upside-down abyss.

It was terrifying and terrifying, and thrilling. At first glance, it was so scary that my heart thrilled and my hair stood up.

Liu Fang felt his scalp numb. If he had claustrophobia, Liu Fang admitted that it would have to be divided into the venue and the environment. If he was trapped in the so-called elevator, he could tolerate it.

But this well did make him feel uncomfortable all over. I always feel that if I go down, I will be swallowed by this dark and deep dry well.

As if Liu Fang was seeing his worries, the old witch comforted her: "Don't worry, there is actually no danger in this well except being a little colder."

?If Liu Fang had encountered this dry well in the past, he would have been away from him and would not even look at it.

But at this time, the situation could no longer tolerate too many choices, so he could only clench the bullet and sneak into the bottom of the well.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Fang rolled up his sleeves and came to the wellhead. Because the bottom of the well was too dark and he couldn't see anything clearly, Liu Fang did not choose to jump into it directly.

Instead, his legs spread apart, supporting both sides of the inner part of the ancient well, and as his feet relaxed, he fell little by little as he stretched and relaxed.

When he reached the bottom of the well, with a thud, Liu Fang felt a cold and cold coming from his ankles, making his feet bit cold.

The well was dark and there was still water at the bottom. Fortunately, it was very shallow, only reaching the ankle, and the feet were soft at the bottom of the well. The surroundings were dark and cold, which made him tremble all over.

Liu Fang's teeth creaked and fought, and he felt like he had come from summer to cold weather. He was like a helpless hedgehog, and he couldn't help but curl up his back.

Instinctively looked up and looked up. The round sky was pitch black and blurry, as if the whole world had fallen into the well with him, and the sense of sinisterness and silence lingered in my heart.

Being at the bottom of this well, instinct will arouse people's desire to survive, and it will come extremely strongly.???????????

It makes people think of climbing, climbing, climbing, and climbing up from time to time.

This is a sense of despair that is indescribable.

"how's it going?"

An old voice came from above the top of his head. Liu Fang looked up and could only see a blurred face at the wellhead.

Liu Fang responded: "It has reached the bottom of the well, what should I do next?"

"You feel a raised stone under your feet, move it away and dig down according to the location of the stone."

Upon hearing this, Liu Fang's feet couldn't help but squirm. It turned out that in the middle of the well, he noticed a bulge under his feet, which was not as soft as other places, and it was much harder.

So he bent down and touched it with his hands in the cold shallow water. As the old witch said, it was a stone, oval.
Chapter completed!