His Chinese proficiency is pretty good, and he has a clear understanding of his environment through half-guessing and half-seeing.

This mountain is called Sandao Mountain, and the mountain god worshiped in the temple is called Sandao Mountain Empress.

This Mountain Goddess was a person from Songfu in the early Ming Dynasty. She practiced in Sandao Mountain in Songfu. She was proficient in the method of talismans and alchemy. She could pray for rain to drive away ghosts and bless a place with good weather, so she was regarded as a god by the people.

After she became an immortal, the local government built this temple in Sandao Mountain and named it "Sandao Mountain Empress Temple". The descendants of the Empress' mantle would manage the incense and serve as temple blessings.

"The temple in the early Ming Dynasty must be five or six hundred years old." Zhang Yuanqing muttered.

At this time, he couldn't help but glance at the bottom of the tribute table, and his heart suddenly shuddered.

A dark figure lay in the shadow under the table.

I was too panicked just now, and the candlelight was dim, so I didn't notice it immediately.

Zhang Yuanqing bravely approached and took a closer look. It turned out to be a corpse with only a skeleton left.

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief despite being frightened. Compared to this weird mountain temple, the corpses were actually less terrifying.

Taking a few steps closer, with the faint candlelight, he could clearly see the clothes on the skeleton, a dusty labor protection uniform.

Worker?

"Is this the construction team from back then? So I really entered the world of ghost stories."

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing made his guess, he thought of an even more alarming possibility. Maybe the construction team back then, like me, stumbled into this place by mistake.

Hence the urban legend.

If it is the former, this so-called spiritual realm is a scene generated based on ghost stories.

And if it is the latter, it means that the ancient temple has always existed, and the construction team is a victim just like him at this moment.

According to the historical background of Shanshen Temple, Zhang Yuanqing prefers the latter.

"The entire construction team died in the temple, and only one person survived. People really die here. Now that I have entered this temple, I will face unknown dangers at any time."

Hiss~ He took a deep breath, tensed up again, and looked around subconsciously.

Then, he suddenly realized a detail that was horrifying to contemplate.

This ancient temple dates from the Ming Dynasty and has a long history. How could the candles still be burning? Who is replacing the candles in the main hall?

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he felt. Even the kind-faced sculpture seemed to have a strange and sinister look in the candlelight.

Although the three clay sculptures are covered with dust, they are lifelike and every detail is carved lifelike, especially the eyes.
Chapter completed!