The night is gloomy.

The stone steps in front of the "Yuanxing Gate", the main gate of Zhaoti Temple, are covered with moss. The wooden gatehouse of the temple has been eaten by insects and is full of holes, but the "Yuanxing Gate" plaque hanging on the forehead is still upright.

"Uu——"

Su Wu and his party reined up their horses and stopped at the main entrance of the temple.

He jumped off his strong horse and pulled it onto the stone steps in front of the main entrance.

Behind him, Anzuna, the samurai of the Inoue family and others led their horses to follow.

"Yuanxingmen..."

Su Wu looked at the decayed and tall gatehouse. The soy sauce-colored gatehouse was densely covered with moth-eaten holes, and cracks connected the holes. This gatehouse gave people the impression of being extremely unstable, and it was very likely that it would be pushed aside.

It collapsed.

There are many legends about the "Yuanxing Gate" of Zhaoti Temple.

According to legend, this portal was woven from the hair of many monks in Zhaoti Temple.

The monks have been under the precepts for a long time, and their hearts are extremely depressed. The longing and nostalgia for the world of mortals fill their thoughts, so that the troubles on their heads grow wildly. Therefore, in the middle of each month, the chief ministers in the temple will gather together for the disciples.

Get a hair trim.

The hair that was cut off burned constantly and could not be washed away by water.

They were piled up in the mountains behind Zhaoti Temple.

Finally, one day, large clumps of hair drifted away in the wind and clung to the original real 'Yuanxing Gate'. The hair penetrated the real 'Yuanxing Gate', hollowing out the wooden door and turning it into a wooden door.

It became a strange door made of hair.

Turned into a bad guy!

This fierce thief specially picks out young women with beautiful faces.

In the middle of every month, when a young woman passes by the Yuanxing Gate, she will see that the door turns into a terrifying door with black hair. Those hairs will entangle the young woman and strip her of her clothes.

Drag her into the Hair Gate, and the hair will weave a cocoon around her, making her become part of the Hair Gate!

The six people Su Wu brought with him were all men.

There is no young woman.

An Gang looked up at the plaque on Yuanxing Gate and felt that the gate looked much more sinister than when he worshiped it more than ten years ago.

He said with emotion: "More than ten years ago, when I stopped at Zhaoti Temple, Yuanxing Gate still looked majestic and solemn. More than ten years later, with the passage of time, Yuanxing Gate has become like this."

"More than ten years ago,

An Gang, have you ever seen Master Jianzhen in Zhaoti Temple?" Su Wu asked An Gang casually.

He led the horse up the stone steps and pushed open the two doors that were on the verge of being broken. The temple's front hall, left and right side halls, and the roof of the back hall were all visible.

An Gang followed Su Wu and replied after hearing the words: "At that time, the popularity of Zhaoti Temple was already declining.

There is no trace of Master Jianzhen.

But I have never met Master Jianzhen."

Su Wu nodded and looked at the stone palace lanterns on both sides of the gravel road extending from Yuanxing Gate to the front hall. Some of the palace lanterns had white candles burning in them.

——Zhaoti Temple is still looked after by people to this day.

It is normal for the palace lanterns to shine along the road.

Su Wu tied the horse in the pine forest outside the gravel road, and everyone behind him followed suit.

He looked around and asked: "Where do the monks here live? It's better to tell them in advance, so as not to scare others."

"The Yuanxing Gate was completely damaged like that.

There is no difference whether there is a door or not.

I think this place is also a place frequented by thieves and drunkards. The monks here should be used to seeing uninvited guests, so they won't be frightened by us, right?" An Gang tied up his horse and joked with Su Wu.

Su Wu smiled and was about to speak when suddenly a gust of wind blew past his right back.

This gust of wind was so cold that it passed over his neck, like hair sweeping across his skin!

He turned back suddenly!

The surrounding Inoue family samurai and Yasuna all frowned and looked back in the direction where the wind was blowing——

Yuanxing Gate stands alone in the dark night, motionless, decayed and withered.

Su Wu looked at the portal and saw that there seemed to be white, squirming flesh worms in the holes that had been eaten away by insects.

He took another closer look,

Where are the fleshworms in the holes?

The white things are just the original color of the wood exposed after the paint on the surface of the wooden building is damaged.

“It seemed like a gust of wind had just blown over.

Do you feel it?" Su Wu asked everyone.

Everyone nodded.

"It seems that the reason why the incense in Zhaoti Temple is withering may have a lot to do with the spawn of weirdness here." Su Wu said, and then warned everyone, "Everyone should be more alert."

"yes."

The warriors agreed,

His expression became more serious.

The group continued walking towards the temple.

Passing by the front hall of the legendary monk who often has fire gushing out from his body and frantically knocking wooden fish;

Checked out the right side hall where a naked female monk was suspected to be hanging from the beam;

Ring the bronze bell on the second floor of the nave, which is said to make a girl's whisper.

…

After walking around Zhaoti Temple, except for the cold wind that made Su Wu's back feel cold at the beginning, he never encountered anything strange in Zhaoti Temple.

Those serious legends are not credible.

Not a single legend came true on this night.

Su Wu led everyone to the backyard of the temple. Compared with the tall and solemn halls and buildings in the front hall and the middle hall, the backyard suddenly became simple.

The courtyard is surrounded by several Zen rooms.

In the corner is a latrine made of four wooden planks and thatched hut.

Two fields have been cultivated in the courtyard, and the vegetables grown on the land have sprouted in this cold spring.

There is also a bucket and a small hoe that have not been taken away by the field.

——The various furnishings here all indicate that this backyard should be where the old monks who stayed in Zhaoti Temple lived.

An Gang found a stone pillar in the courtyard and sat down, drinking water from his portable kettle.

There are four samurai in the Inoue family located in every corner, consciously acting as sentinels and guards.

Yamazeno climbed up to the towering gate tower leading from the temple to the backyard and looked at the scene in the distance.

Seeing this scene, Su Wu didn't say anything to them.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He saw a light on in the meditation room next to him, so he held the big red lotus embryo in his hand, walked to the door of the meditation room, and called inside: "Fang

Is there anyone there?"

Shortly after the words fell,

A vague voice sounded from inside the door: "Yes. Come in, outsider."

Su Wu's expression moved slightly, and he opened the door and walked closer to the meditation room.

In the Zen room,

In front of Su Wu's left side was a long table against the wall, with an oil lamp lit on the table.

Behind the oil lamp, there was a haggard old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Behind him were two thin quilts folded neatly at the corner of the bed against the wall. Apart from these, there were no extra furnishings in the house.

The old monk brushed the darkness above his head with one hand. There seemed to be dense threads hidden in the darkness, stirred by his withered palm. As the dense black threads moved, the darkness swayed.

He raised his head slightly, and the darkness above his head shook again.

Bright eyes focused on Su Wu.

"There is no place for you to sit in the hall.

If you are willing,

You can take my seat."
To be continued...