The man's eyes were filled with even more shock.
Without a pause, I and Siya walked a few meters further.
My peripheral vision could see the man come out, take off the bronze sword, hang it on his waist after a quick pace, and head towards Jia's room hurriedly.
"Isn't it a bit ostentatious?" Siyan's voice was low, only I could hear it.
"Since one person has died, it's already very noisy. Just go all out and establish your authority, otherwise there will be trouble." I replied.
"Hmm..."
Siyan said no more.
Walking deep into this temple, about two hundred meters away from the main gate, there is a distance of over two hundred meters. This size range is enough to show the height of this mountain. Otherwise, how could there be an open space two hundred meters deep in the waist of the mountain?
A row of brick and tiled houses leaned against the mountain wall. It was much more humid here, so most of the doors were open, empty and hollow, with only a few houses with their doors closed, indicating that someone lived there.
The mountain wall was nearly vertical, and it was just before dark. The summit was not visible through the misty fog, which was indistinct under the dim twilight as it began to disperse.
To some extent, I feel that the positioning of Tianshou Dao's temple is actually higher than that of Sihu Mountain?
I and Siya chose a slightly larger house, and the things inside were everything there was.
Tianshou Dao Temple still had some basic supplies. There was a pot and stove by the window, rice in a barrel, and flour in the cabinet, but it was too simple here; there were lights and electricity, but no refrigerator or such.
Compared to Dure Dao Temple, there is a gap.
Siya fetched a bedsheet and quilt from the next room and laid them on the bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor tonight," Siyan said.
"Then, I'm afraid he won't let me off when I see him again," I smiled indifferently.
Siya was startled and said, "Brother is truly humorous."
I hesitated for a moment, humorous? How do I feel like I'm just telling the truth?
Siya, on the other hand, went to the kitchen to cook.
A whole day of travel, already empty stomach.
Soon, Siyan cooked two bowls of plain noodles with water, not even with scallions, just a few grains of Sichuan peppercorns and soy sauce broth.
"The Yangchun noodles are already very bitter, I never expected that this place even lacks two pieces of green vegetables, and it can't even be considered Yangchun noodles."
I don't know when, the old Gong suddenly appeared on the table, he looked at the bowl in front of me and Siya, his mouth twitched.
I ignored old Gong, and Siyan glared at him with a hint of emotion.
As the two of them ate noodles, old Gong smiled and looked at Siyan with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Old Gong, what do you think is a knocking brick?" I asked.
This place is almost uninhabited, and I deliberately chose this room. The doors that are inhabited are far away. With my and Siyan's strength, if anyone gets close, we can detect them.
"It's simple. Jiang Kuang is the knocking brick," said old Gong, licking his lips.
"It's getting more and more unseemly," Siya frowned, lightly tapping the end of her chopsticks on the table.
"Hey hey... That's what I said, the knocking brick. The easiest to understand is that anything good as a ghost is what Tianshou Dao Temple wants, no matter how bad it is."
"However, if you can sneak up the mountain, why would you have to offer gifts to Tianshou Dao Temple? Uncle, you're getting rich."
After the voice fell, old Gong's head jumped off the table and landed on the wooden box in the corner.
I tensed up slightly in my heart, put down my chopsticks, and opened the wooden box to take out a compass.
"Old Gong looked at me greedily."
"Put it down! Uncle, put it down! I can't see it." he shouted.
I placed the compass in front of old Gong.
However, old Gong made a soft "hmm" sound and whispered, "Taiyin... wrong, tang yin?"
"Hmm... Little Ice Mountain Miss, let me take over for a while?" Old Gong grew slightly excited.
"Impossible," Siya answered decisively.
"Ah... This place isn't simple, Old Master. If I take over his body, and you follow me, then you wouldn't react quickly enough. It's easy to get into trouble, isn't that right?"
"I, old Gong, am a serious ghost! My teeth are like gold, and I have divine appearance! Last time, I didn't do anything either."
Old Gong smiled and tried to explain, "This is all for the same goal, right? Uncle is struggling hard to protect the reputation of Sihu Mountain by going deep into the enemy territory. I'm accompanying you and risking my life and safety for nothing. Little Ice Mountain Miss, you can't add more obstacles now?" Old Gong kept muttering.
I couldn't say anything.
I can make requests, and Siyan won't definitely refuse, but this will definitely make her feel bad in her heart.
"Old Gong, what's here? And there's no one around, so I won't have any problem if you take over my body. Once something goes wrong, we can react in time." I spoke up in a deep voice.
"No no no," Old Gong's head shook like a rattle.
He looked at Siya with a pleading gaze and said, "Tang yin is unstable, taiyin is half floating and half sinking, neither reaching the top nor sinking to the bottom. The former is caused by strange stones and deep pools, or ancient cultural relics, while the latter is caused by tombs."
"There's a graveyard at the bottom! Tianshou Dao Temple has repaired the exterior on top of a tomb. We don't know if they didn't know or if they were trying to conceal it from others. Not going to see it would be like making a vain journey."
"Old Gong's words are spoken at an extremely fast pace."
He continued, "Little Ice Mountain Miss, monks have been known to cut their flesh to feed eagles. You are the disciple of the seven elders and a legitimate successor of Sihu Mountain. Will you refuse to sacrifice a little bit for the sake of Sihu Mountain and let a ghost possess your body?"
Siyan's eyes finally showed a trace of hesitation.
A few seconds later, she barely nodded.
Old Gong was excited and jumped onto Siya's shoulders, disappearing instantly, and Siya's eyes suddenly became much more lecherous.
Bending over, he picked up the compass from the ground. A faint grey mist hovered around his hand. The compass has a detrimental effect on ghosts, but Old Gong's level is higher than before, and the grey mist is yin Qi, briefly covering the compass without causing him any damage.
"Little Ice Mountain Miss, let Old Gong possess your body, and there are many benefits. Fan Laodiren can only wish for it. Listen to it more and look at it more, and you might learn something. That's also a fortune!"
Old Gong said this, looking at the compass, and stepped out of the room.
I glanced back at the wooden box and then closed the door, following Old Gong as he walked to the left.
This direction, the environment is even more gloomy and humid.
About five to six minutes later, Siya stopped.
"She" stared directly at the door in front, licking her lips.
This door is closed.
By all accounts, a closed door means someone lives there.
Turning back, "Siyan" and I made eye contact, raising a hand to scratch her neck.
Old Gong's meaning is clear and simple.
Then, without giving me time to react, he knocked on the door thump thump thump.
A creaking sound could be heard, and the door opened.
There was a tall and thin woman standing in front of the door.
The woman standing in front of the door was slim and tall.
She was dressed in a Taoist robe, looking faintly ill.
"Uh... why is it a little miss?" Siyan's words contained a mix of old Gong's hoarse voice.
The woman's eyes held a hint of contempt and suspicion, and she said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Hey hey."
In the midst of the laughter, old Gong's face suddenly appeared on top of Siyan's head.
His mouth suddenly became abnormally large and he suddenly stretched forward to take a vicious bite!
