Until you get close.
Only then did I discover that there was a suspension bridge hanging from stones and chains underneath these corpses.
There seems to be an abyss beneath the suspension bridge.
I walked half a circle around the suspension bridge and couldn't find any marks left by Cui Hao.
The stone walls on both sides of the suspension bridge are intact, there are gravels on the ground, and there are no signs of dragging and sliding.
Cui Hao should not slip and fall.
He probably walked across the bridge to the other side.
The cliff is so deep that you can't see what's going on below even if you shine a flashlight downwards.
You can vaguely hear the sound of water below.
"Underground river? Is this an underground river spring?"
I breathed a sigh of relief.
If there was an underground river, even if Cui Hao slipped and accidentally fell down, he would not be killed directly.
Maybe there is still hope.
I turned back toward the drawbridge.
The suspension bridge spans about forty to fifty meters and spans both sides of the bank.
The suspension bridge is about two meters wide, with a half-meter-wide gap between the iron plates.
The two sides are connected with iron chains, and the upper end is embedded with the ceiling. It seems to be extremely stable.
When I stepped on it, I felt unsteady under my feet.
The suspension bridge is only supported by chains. Every time it moves forward, it must swing left and right. In addition, there is a gap about half a meter wide, and bursts of cold wind blow from the bottom up.
When I walked on it, I almost lost my footing and fell straight into the gap.
I can only hold on to the iron chains on both sides of the suspension bridge at all times to stabilize my body and avoid falling into the abyss.
The bridge was bone-chillingly cold, and it felt chilly in the palm of my hand.
I walked across the bridge for dozens of minutes before reaching the other side.
On the opposite bank stands a stone tablet about two meters high.
There are three characters written on the stone tablet - Yin Yang Bridge.
"The Yin-Yang Bridge has yin on the left and yang on the right, from death to life. It seems that the path ahead must be a fatal point, not a way to life."
The Yin Yang Bridge communicates between life and death.
The side of the stele is the dark side.
The opposite strategy belongs to the Yang world.
I came from the Yang Road and entered the underworld.
It seems that this is not the road to life, but the door to death.
It's impossible for Cui Hao not to see this, but there must be other reasons why he still wants to move forward.
I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and continued walking along the path ahead.
Just be more careful this time than before.
After crossing the Yin-Yang Bridge, you come to Yin-Yang Road.
The Yin and Yang Road is full of ghosts. This place should not be a place for living people to come.
I can only be careful to avoid losing my life.
"Cui Hao, fat man?!"
I couldn't help shouting again.
But as I walked further, I vaguely heard the sound of chanting and chanting coming from the front.
The sound seemed extremely strange even if it was hidden in the hollow underground cave.
A chant that shouldn't have appeared suddenly appeared in a quiet place, which made me feel chilled in my heart.
I quickened my pace and ran quickly towards the direction of the sound.
There was a faint glow of warm light ahead, as if someone had lit several lights in front.
I move towards the light.
After a while, a high platform appeared in front of me.
The high platform is circular and spreads in all directions.
The prototype covers an area of about tens of square meters, like a small square that rises upward.
There are pillars around the square.
Oil lamps hang on the sides of the stone pillars.
The oil lamp flickered gently, emitting a warm yellow soft light.
In the center of the circular square, eight monks were sitting around, kneeling on futons, beating wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The monk was wearing cassocks, his eyes were closed tightly, and the surface of his body was faintly emitting a golden reflection under the soft light around him.
And what they surrounded in the middle was a huge futon about one meter in diameter.
There was a person sitting in the middle of the futon, with his hands clasped together quite piously, and he was reciting Buddhist sutras silently along with the eight monks around him.
I took a closer look.
If the man in the middle is not Cui Hao, who else could he be?
"Cui Hao, what are you doing here?"
Under such a hollow and deep underground, eight such monks appeared.
In addition, I had just crossed the Yin Yang Bridge and did not find any upward passage at the entrance.
The appearance of these eight monks was too sudden, as if they had been living underground, waiting for our arrival.
I shouted and instantly interrupted these people's chanting.
Sutra stops.
Eight monks looked up at me.
Their eyes actually reflected gold, and their pupils seemed to be forged from gold.
All eight people's eyes fell on me, which immediately made me feel even more stressed.
"Cui Hao, can't you hear me?"
Cui Hao in the center was still sitting on the futon and did not stop chanting along with the eight monks.
Instead, he seemed to be unaware of his surroundings and was still mumbling and reciting scriptures.
I took a few steps forward and rushed to the edge of the altar.
The light was dim just now, so I didn't see Cui Hao clearly.
Now that I was getting closer, I saw a large sweat-soaked mark on his chest.
His eyes were spinning crazily under his eyelids, and his hands were trembling.
Especially on his face, the muscles were trembling, and large beads of sweat were dripping down from his face.
"Something's wrong, something's wrong with Cui Hao."
He was definitely not willing to sit here and recite this weird Buddhist sutra. He seemed to be forcibly held to the ground, unable to break free at all.
Cui Hao was now like a puppet frozen on the ground, unable to control his body.
Even if you hear my voice, you can't get up and speak to me.
Think about it.
I shouted to Cui Hao.
"Cui Hao, can you hear me?"
I looked at his body carefully, afraid of missing any detail.
Just when I finished speaking.
Cui Hao's eyelids seemed to tremble, and his eyelashes swayed up and down.
I'm sure he can hear me.
It's just that my body is out of control and can't respond to me.
at this time.
Several monks sitting on the ground suddenly stood up and bowed slightly to me.
One of the monks walked towards me towards the edge of the altar.
I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, lit it and took a puff.
I took out the dagger I carried with me in my other hand, ready to fight back at any time.
The smell of cigarettes calmed my mind a bit.
At this moment, the monk walked up to me, clasped his hands and bowed to me again.
He suddenly opened his mouth and recited an incomprehensible verse at me.
I just wanted to ask the monk what he meant.
But I couldn't open my mouth.
I looked up at the monk.
The other monks behind him also began to open and close their mouths and recite unknown scriptures.
As the scriptures floated in my ears.
There was a trance in front of my eyes, and layers of golden light floated in front of me.
My vision was blurry, and the eight monks seemed to disappear in front of me, replaced by a majestic and grand palace.
This should be a Buddhist temple somewhere.
The Buddhist temple is circular.
The base is the circular platform where I stand.
The floors on the high platform are stacked up, and the pagodas go up step by step.
Eight monks were standing in front of the Buddha, showing me extremely kind smiles.
One of the monks handed me a long stick of incense, stretched out his hand and touched the Buddha and Bodhisattvas behind him.
The Bodhisattva is tall and majestic, about ten meters tall.
The golden statue has a compassionate gaze, and I feel a sense of admiration and piety in my heart.
I couldn't help but walked to the Buddha, and then knelt on the futon.
There is a square box placed directly in front of the futon.
In front of the box stands an incense burner.
I bowed three times to the Buddha statue and kowtowed heavily.
Then I inserted three long incense sticks into the incense burner, knelt down on the futon with my hands clasped, and began to pray from the bottom of my heart.
Strings of Buddhist sounds overflowed from the corners of my mouth.
I just feel that I have no regrets in this life and am already transcendent.
Just when I feel empty and confused, everything in the world has nothing to do with me.
I suddenly felt a hot sensation at the corner of my mouth, as if something had burned me.
Then a burst of thick green smoke went straight down my throat and into my nose.
I choked and coughed.
When I opened my eyes again, I suddenly found that the tall Buddhist temple was gone.
The Buddha statue in front of me is basically a stone wall.
At this time, like Cui Hao, I was kneeling on a huge futon.
The box and incense burner in front of me did not disappear.
And what just burned my mouth was the cigarette butt I was holding in my mouth.
The smoke has burned out.
Only the last bit of firelight remained, burning my lips along the butt of the cigarette.
The last puff of smoke also choked into my throat, and this brought me back from the illusion just now.
I immediately turned around, grabbed Cui Hao, and shot him with a few big mouths from left and right.
Cui Hao was slapped several times by me, but he still looked groggy.
The scriptures in his mouth still continued, as if there was only a body left.
I clearly saw that the incense in the incense burner in front of him was almost burning to the end.
I have a vague premonition.
When the incense burns completely to the end, Cui Hao is about to die.
I took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, immediately lit it, rushed to the incense burner, and extinguished the three sticks of incense.
Cui Hao was in a daze and took a sip subconsciously.
After a moment, he blinked sharply.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear again.
"Cui Hao, can you understand me?"
I immediately turned around, grabbed his shoulders and shook him a few times.
Cui Hao shook his head and looked around in disbelief.
"Where am I?"
I saw that he finally spoke, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Cui Hao, what's the matter with you kid? After you went down here, you stopped moving. And you ended up in a place like this for no reason. You are just seeking death."
Cui Hao was scolded by me and explained with aggrieved face.
"I really don't know how I got here. I remember when I was crawling in the air, I seemed to smell a strong smell of blood. I felt something was wrong, so I wanted to climb up."
Cui Hao shook his hands and feet, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his arms.
"But in mid-air, I felt that my hands and feet were no longer my own. My body became weak and my eyes became dizzy. After that, I lost consciousness. I felt my surroundings again, and that's now!"
