Compared to last night, Jiang Yao's face was covered with a layer of grayish green. It was indeed a jumping zombie poison. It could infect people just by touching it. The corpse poison had spread to the waist and abdomen, causing numbness and stiffness. If the poison was not detoxified, he might really become... Zombies.
Bai Mao was surprisingly quiet early in the morning. If it were normal, he would have been yelling and clamoring for breakfast.
After being hungry all night, when I woke up early in the morning, I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back. Even so, he didn't complain at all and was eager to find antidote materials.
"It's not raining! That's great!"
He cheered excitedly, his mood infected Zong Lin, and his tense mood was relieved by most of it.
"Yizhuang" is a strange place with no mall, no props, and even the live broadcast room has never been opened. The three of them seem to have been abandoned by the world. Even if they die here, no one will find out.
Zong Lin, whose level is limited to level 40, treats this mysterious realm more seriously than any previous dungeon.
Unlike Bai Mao Jiang Yao and the others, Zong Lin came with a heavy mission. As a member and vice president of the Black Wolf Guild, he needed to bring back all the guild members who were lost in this strange realm.
Even if a body is brought back, there is still an explanation to the family members of the team members.
Jiang Yao must not die, otherwise he alone, with Bai Mao, would not be able to leave the Strange Realm alive.
"You guys look for peach branches and leaves, and I'll go to the temple in the town to have a look."
Jiang Yao said.
According to the spreading speed of the corpse poison, just return to Yizhuang before dark. Time during the day cannot be wasted, and the main line of the mysterious realm must be touched as early as possible.
The white-haired idiot doesn't think too much. But Zong Lin, as an old man who passed the customs, saw her intention at a glance.
She wanted to speed up the pace of exploring the mysterious realm, but at this time she was infected with corpse poison and her life was not long. This move is extremely thrilling. No one knows what dangers there are in the temple. The level 40 treacherous area can easily trigger death conditions.
Zong Lin wanted to change destinations with her.
Jiang Yao said with relief: "Don't worry, the temple is enshrined by the townspeople, and with the blessing of the Buddha, I will not be attacked by zombies."
She spoke firmly and resolutely, leaving no room for maneuver.
Zong Lin was silent, and Bai Mao, who had only made the atmosphere tense in the past, was able to smooth things over for the first time.
"Hey, Zong Lin, just believe in Sister Jiang. Sister Jiang is very strong and won't be defeated so easily. Besides, we will definitely get ahead of Sister Jiang."
Zong Lin: "…………"
His face turned even worse.
If this white-haired man can't speak, don't speak, just say some unfavorable words.
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Farewell at the town gate.
A clear river divides Xitang Town into left and right sides. Qingyun Temple is built in the south of the town. From a distance, you can see the ancient temple standing in the clouds and mist, with blue bricks and red tiles, and lush green cypress trees covering half of the eaves.
It had been raining all night, and the stone tiles in the town were wet. Several townspeople were walking on the streets in a hurry, always paying attention to changes in the weather.
For Jiang Yao, an outsider, the townspeople did not even cast a glance at her. It was not because they were not interested, but because the zombies caused the residents of the town to be like frightened birds, alert and vigilant, far away from passers-by.
The townspeople also had to make ends meet. Except for buying necessary supplies, they spent the rest of their time hiding, which also resulted in depressed, desolate streets.
Jiang Yao successfully arrived at the gate of Qingyun Temple.
The thick wooden door with red paint is closed tightly, and a lamp hangs from the eaves. The surroundings were particularly quiet, and facing the cool wind, Jiang Yao felt the breath of the solemn gods and Buddhas washing his whole body.
Her legs, which were infected by corpse poison and should have been sluggish, felt cold and tingling, and her waist and abdomen seemed to be wrapped with invisible threads, which made her extremely repulsive to the temple in front of her.
Jiang Yao ignored the changes that happened to him, walked forward to the red door, raised his hand and knocked.
After a long time no one opened the door.
She waited a few minutes and then waited no longer.
After looking at the high green wall, Jiang Yao didn't know how to do Qinggong like people in martial arts dramas. He turned around and went to a towering cypress tree nearby, climbed up the trunk, and jumped into the temple.
As soon as she jumped down, a monk stood not far away and saw with his own eyes what she did.
The monk looked very young, like a teenager. His hair was shaved, his facial features were clear and fair, and his eyes were round and black, just like the little yellow eyes she had at home. He was frightened and stood there at a loss. .
Jiang Yao looked calm, tidied up his messy clothes, and then limped over.
"Sorry, I knocked on the door, but no one opened the door, so I had to climb over the wall."
The young novice monk, wearing a gray monk's robe, clasped his hands together after hearing this, bowed to her, and explained.
"The donor also invited Haihan. Donors in the town usually come to the temple early in the morning to worship Buddha. At this moment, all the brothers and sisters are chanting sutras in the temple, and no one is guarding the door."
Jiang Yao understood.
The townspeople in Xitang Town came to the temple in groups early in the morning to ward off evil spirits, which also explained why she only saw a few townspeople along the way.
Seeing that the little novice monk knew everything, she couldn't help but ask: "When did the zombies appear?"
The young novice answered obediently: "Three years ago in the autumn, a watchman encountered an accident late at night. The police quickly investigated the case. The blood on the watchman's body was sucked dry, and soon he transformed into a corpse. Xuanhe Temple sent a Taoist priest to check and found out that it was a zombie. "
Jiang Yao asked again: "Besides me, have you seen other outsiders? Where are they?"
The little novice monk, whose face was filled with the air of a young boy, was confused and said, "I've never seen it before."
Seeing that his expression didn't seem to be fake, Jiang Yao stopped asking any more questions.
The missing player may have visited the temple, but for unknown reasons, the people in the temple have lost their memory. Or maybe they have never been to the temple, so they have never been seen in the temple.
While she was lost in her thoughts, the little novice monk lowered his eyes and glanced at her limping right foot, and couldn't help but ask: "Is the donor injured?"
Jiang Yao didn't hide anything, and said truthfully: "I have been poisoned by corpse poison, and I urgently need the incense ash from your temple to detoxify it."
When the young novice monk heard this, he was even more anxious than she was. He didn't even bother to sweep the floor, and said hurriedly: "I will take you to the Buddhist hall, where there are incense ashes."
Jiang Yao's impression of the little novice monk in front of him was that he was simple, kind and easy to trust outsiders.
His whole body seemed to be immersed in Buddha's light, pure and pure, exuding the calming scent of sandalwood.
This temple seems so normal, so peaceful and peaceful that you can’t help but let your guard down.
The little novice who was walking in front didn't see her following. He stopped and came over and said worriedly: "Can't you walk? A poor monk is supporting you."
Jiang Yao didn't refuse, put a hand on his shoulder, and walked slowly towards the Buddhist hall.
Along the way, she kept her mouth busy and asked the little novice what she knew.
Finally, we talked about the host of Qingyun Temple.
"The host is the benefactor of the poor monk, he is the best person in the world!"
The young novice monk expressed his heartfelt gratitude to this host, and his eyes and words were full of reverence.
After babbled and praised for a while, the little novice realized later that he had talked too much, his cheeks turned red, he scratched his bare head in embarrassment, and apologized in a low voice.
"Sorry, did I disturb you, the donor?"
Jiang Yao shook his head and said, "I heard you say that I really want to meet the host."
But the little novice monk sighed deeply and said, "The abbot is in retreat, and the poor monk has not seen the abbot for a long time."
While talking, they arrived at the Buddhist hall.
Jiang Yao looked through the door and saw a dark figure, sitting cross-legged on a futon, chanting sutras and chanting Buddha devoutly.
They are all residents of Xitang Town.
The huge Buddhist hall was packed with people, densely packed.
This is not normal. Zombies appeared in Xitang Town, and the Taoist temple suppressed them and dispersed them. The townspeople flocked to the temple, as if the tranquility could help them ward off evil spirits.
Thinking back to the rainy day yesterday afternoon, countless and dense groups of zombies spread inside and outside the city. No Taoist priests were seen to be eliminated, and the entire Xitang Town was in deathly silence.
Something is very wrong with this town.
It seems that the zombies can no longer be dealt with, and the town looks more like a ghost town than a town of living people.
Not long after.
The young novice came out holding a large basin of incense ashes. He was worried that she wouldn't be able to hold it, so he kindly packed it up for her in a cloth bag, tied it with a red string, and handed the heavy incense ashes to her.
Jiang Yao accepted it.
She asked: "Is there anything to eat? I've been hungry for a long time and I'm about to faint from hunger."
This sentence is not an exaggeration. Being infected with corpse poison caused her physical strength to deplete very quickly. The health value is also continuing to decrease. Fortunately, I have upgraded to level 6 and have many attribute points. All of them are added to the health value, so I can support myself until now.
The young novice took her to the temple vegetarian kitchen again.
He cooked with his own hands, and after a while, two plates of vegetarian dishes and a pot of steamed buns came into view.
The white-flour steamed buns were still hot and fragrant. The vegetarian dishes are simple and are picked from the vegetable fields in the temple.
"This is the first time for a poor monk to cook for others. I hope the donor will not dislike it."
Jiang Yao is not picky about food and has a big appetite.
Both plates of vegetarian dishes went into her belly, and there were four steamed buns left.
"My companions didn't eat outside either. Can I bring these to them?"
He said polite words and kept moving, wrapping up all the remaining steamed buns and stuffing them into his arms.
The little novice turned a blind eye, turned around and brought over ten more steamed buns to wrap for her.
"If the donor is hungry again, he can come to the temple to find a poor monk." He said seriously.
Jiang Yao burst into tears of gratitude.
"The living Bodhisattva who saves all sentient beings, I thank you on behalf of my companions."
Little novices blush easily and can't even lift their heads when praised.
This is the difference.
Jiang Yao did not leave the temple, but started walking around the temple.
There must be important clues about the host in the little novice's words. The outside of the temple has become a purgatory. How could the host not be able to escape from seclusion?
Qingyun Temple is not big, but it is easy to get lost. The roads are winding and winding, and the buildings all look the same. If you don't pay attention, you can't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.
But it was not difficult for Jiang Yao. She had a photographic memory and soon explored the temple thoroughly.
There are two parts of the hall. The bell tower and the drum tower face each other. Going deeper is the Sutra Pavilion.
The strange thing is that the Sutra Pavilion is built among lush trees, and the light is dim. Instead, a cold breath penetrates the whole body like maggots on the tarsal bones.
There were scary statues on both sides of the door of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. When Jiang Yao cast his gaze over them, a dense sense of peeping suddenly appeared.
'Click'
'Click'
