Here Lies The Wicked

Fang Zheng couldn't find anyone else by the lake, so he began to look for a way out of the mountain.

When he got out of the lake, he also saw the tall shadows in the fog. He was very careful not to disturb the mysterious things before he knew what they were.

Nor did he curiously attempt to reveal the mysterious veil of the shadows.

Instead, he found a safe mountain path with sparse shadows in the fog and cautiously walked out of the mountain.

Ever since the experience of stirring up a hornet's nest at the bottom of the lake, Fang Zheng did not want to stir up a hornet's nest at all. With so many mysterious shadows in the fog, the ghost knew whether it would stir up his whole body.

Fang Zheng followed the safe path, leaving the mountain without any danger, so there was a scene in front of him, an old temple suddenly appeared in front of the road he had to go through.

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and continued on his way.

He was heading for Deep mountain old temple.

Fang Zheng's plan was very simple. He went to the temple to see if he could meet other cultivators and then make his next plan, such as how to get out of the mountain. If the temple is abnormal, leave the temple immediately and do not linger.

Not long after, Fang Zheng appeared near the Deep mountain old temple, but he did not enter immediately, but found a high place to wait and see.

First, he discovered that there was no door to the old temple.

Fang Zheng pondered and continued to hide high and quietly observe the temple. It was an abandoned temple. There were no monks and no traces of his cultivators.

However, the buildings in the old temple collapsed almost, leaving only a few buildings crumbling.

After about ten minutes, Fang Zheng entered the temple after seeing that nothing unusual had been found in the temple. After entering the temple, he found that one of the temples still had very new traces of human activity. He carefully observed the footprints on the ground. After about two or three groups of people stopped briefly, he left the temple and went to the empty temple.

Whoosh!

The temple, which was as calm as a mountain and an old pool that had not been rippled by the wind for a hundred years, suddenly felt a strange gust of wind, which flowed into the house along the courtyard outside, along the cracks in the collapsed wall, with a chilly back, as if there was suddenly something else in the house. Fang Zheng turned around and there was nothing behind him. Only the pile of debris piled up in the ruins.

After that, silence returned to the temple.

Fang Zheng frowned.

He began to sense an unusual feeling.

Perhaps, this desolate temple, like a tombstone, alone in the mountains, was not as calm as it seemed...

Fang Zheng did not hesitate and immediately planned to leave the temple.

Since there was no one here, there was no need for him to stay.

However, at this time, the old temple in the mountains, which should be empty and silent, actually started to ring with indole! The sound of wood chopping.

The voice was not loud, but it was especially harsh in the empty abandoned temple.

Fang Zheng did not think much, but his figure flashed and he had suddenly chased out.

However, Fang Zheng had just left the house when the sound of chopping wood had disappeared.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and began to look around. After that, pure qi filled the meridians of his feet. As soon as his feet stepped on the ground, he had already leapt onto the roof of the house behind him. Standing on a high place, he could see everything and carefully observed the temple in front of him.

No one was seen in the temple.

Fang Zheng lowered his head and pondered. He had just jumped off the roof. Whoosh, another breeze blew past him. Just then, do! Do! Indole!

The sound of chopping wood rang again.

"Who on earth is playing tricks?"

Fang Zheng asked in a deep voice.

The sound of chopping wood disappeared again.

At this time, Fang Zheng could not see that there was something strange about this deep mountain temple. He immediately planned to withdraw first. However, Fang Zheng just came to the temple wall and just wanted to get out of the temple. Indole!

This time, it was like chopping firewood, louder than the previous two times, because this time, the voice appeared directly behind him.

Fang Zheng, who had never let his guard down, suddenly turned around to strike, but there was nothing behind him, nothing.

He did not see anyone chopping firewood behind him.

Fang Zheng stood there, looking around, his brows slightly locked. No one knew what he was thinking, but not long after, Fang Zheng let out a breath.

"It seems that you want to play hide-and-seek with me, make me a ghost, and make you a human being. If I don't find you out today, I won't expect a moment of peace..."

Fang Zheng began to walk around the temple, trying to find the source of the sound.

If he had heard correctly before, the voice came from the deepest part of the temple. He decided to look in that direction first.

As Fang Zheng walked deep into the temple, the sound of firewood was heard again. This time, Fang Zheng had heard the source of the sound!

When Fang Zheng, with a long knife in his hand, stepped into a shabby house with air leaking from all sides, he saw a monk in a corner, wielding an axe in his hand, chopping and hanging an old wooden framed bronze mirror on the wall.

The sound of chopping wood was the sound of an axe chopping at the wooden frame of a mirror.

Fang Zheng remembered very clearly that when he examined the house before, there was no old monk or mirror!

"Who are you?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Fang Zheng asked in a cold voice. The muscles in his arms holding the long knife tightened. If anything went wrong, he would not hesitate to strike the other party.

The monk in the corner, however, ignored Fang Zheng and kept chopping at the ancient bronze mirror hanging on the wall with his axe in his hand.

Fang Zheng came closer and saw that it was an old monk who was blind with both eyes. A blood-stained bandage wrapped around his eyes, and the old monk was still chopping at the mirror with his axe.

Do! Do! Do!

It was as if he was never tired.

It's been chopping and chopping for centuries...

"No! Don't look in the mirror!"

There was a second person hiding in the room, but it was too late to remind him. Curious Fang Zheng had already looked at the bronze mirror hanging on the wall, wondering why the old monk had been chopping it.

As a result, nothing happened except for Ghost bride, who was wearing a phoenix robe and a rosy cloud, who was standing behind him in the bronze mirror.

Fang Zheng did not use the Ghost jade to temporarily seal Ghost bride, so when he looked in the mirror, Ghost bride would appear in the mirror.

Just as Fang Zheng turned to find the person who had reminded him, something seemed to flash in the mirror, but it was so fast that Fang Zheng didn't even see what it was.

Just as the thing in the mirror flashed by, Ghost bride's red head in the mirror actually seemed to be blown by the wind, shaking slightly.

This sudden scene stunned Fang Zheng, and he had no time to find the second person for the time being, because Ghost bride had other movements in his body, this was the first time he had encountered it!

What was in the mirror? Why did someone remind him not to look? Why did the temple monks in ancient times try their best to destroy this mirror even if they didn't want to look into it and hurt their own eyes?

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