Two large, pale yellow lanterns were hung in front of the gate of the ancient temple. The lights in the lanterns were dim, and the light was not sufficient, making it all yellow.
"Young Master, isn't this a temple? In a Buddhist place, why are there Taoist talismans?" Zhuge Jia didn't question, he went to the doorpost and observed the complicated talisman inscriptions on the doorpost.
These red inscriptions are broken and look a bit weird under the light, as if they were written in red paint and seem to be mottled by the years.
Zhuge Xiaobai's eyes were clear and clear. He had already sensed an unusual and strange aura before he even approached the ancient temple.
He smiled gently and said:
"Zhuge Jiawei, think about the functions of the talisman, and then put it into the current scene to see which function is the most likely. Then you can deduce what may happen."
Zhuge Jiawei observed the talisman carefully, kept thinking, and said seriously:
“There are those that enhance one’s own strength, those that give spirits to external objects, those that burn to form spells, those that communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or those that burn something…
Has the power to seal, um... and... control something?
Well, let me think about it..."
He held his little head in his hands and squatted beside the door, thinking seriously.
The strange thing is that the arrival of their master and servant has obviously made a noise, but no one in the temple followed the sound to investigate, and inside the temple, there was no sound of chanting, only the whining of the wind, like a night owl. wailing.
"I know, it's a seal. People from the Taoist sect left a seal in front of the temple." In just two breaths, Zhuge Jiawei understood and stood up excitedly:
"Young Master, there must be very powerful demons and monsters sealed inside, right?"
Zhuge Xiaobai nodded slowly and explained in detail:
“There are very few pure demons and monsters in the world.
Most of what we call demons and ghosts are caused by some people or spiritual animals who, because of something, went astray or violated their original moral principles, walked in the opposite direction, and were swallowed up by evil spirits. .
Some of these monsters still have goodness in their hearts, some have no goodness at all, leaving only paranoia and cruelty, some are pitiful, and some are hateful. "
"Then young master, are the demons and monsters in the temple pitiful or hateful?" Zhuge Jia didn't raise his little head.
Zhuge Xiaobai's eyes were deep, he shook his head and smiled:
"They are all there, but there is still a pity..."
Zhuge Jiawei didn't understand what the young master was talking about, but when he saw the young master walking in, he quickly followed behind.
In the dark night, there was not much light in the ancient temple, only some dim lights were still supporting and illuminating this small Buddhist kingdom.
As soon as you enter the temple gate, you will see several palaces and an ancient tree.
The ancient tree is extremely thick, and only hazy shadows can be seen in the dark night. The trunk is so thick that it would take at least six or seven people to hold hands to hug it. The branches continue to extend upward, and the branches and leaves are lush and sway gently in the dark night.
If Zhao Wujiang were here, he would definitely find that he had been to this place before, and it was under the guidance of the young monk that he learned about the puppets with strings.
And Zhuge Xiaobai also discovered that there were many vines clinging to the trunk of the story tree about two feet above the ground. The vines were constantly entangled and extended in two directions, extending out two roads intertwined into a network of vines, connecting the main hall and the side. temple.
In such a dim and lightless night, everything around seemed to be distorted and ghosts were dancing, as if at the next moment, a headless ghost would appear from the sky and the earth in all directions.
So even though the young master was by his side, Zhuge Jiawei still felt a little scared for the first time, even though he was a demon himself.
In the ancient temple of Nuoda, there were not many lights, and there was no sound of chanting. There was only the sound of rustling leaves, which made him feel even more weird.
