casket of old days

Chapter 216

First day at the temple.

The entire temple is made of huge blocks of ice.

I walked around the entire temple, but couldn't find any way in except the gate.

And when Aiur and I came to the gate of the temple, we found a strange corpse lying on the ground.

The body was naked and emaciated, except for a bright yellow turban that was still alive and wrapped around its head.

But when Aiur tried to pull off the yellow turban, he found that the turban had grown firmly into the head of the corpse.

I instantly remembered some rumors on the grassland.

It is said that Huang Tiandao once had a lost Taoism. As long as you wrap a yellow turban around your head, you can become an invulnerable and powerful yellow turban warrior.

Is this corpse in front of you the legendary Yellow Turban Warrior?
……

The second day at the temple.

After a night of rest with Aiur, I decided to officially enter the temple.

I asked Aiur to wait for me at the gate, and walked into the temple alone holding a crescent moon.

The internal structure of the temple is very strange, with winding corridors and winding corridors everywhere.

I feel like I've stepped into the giant gut of some monster, and if I'm not paying attention, I'll get lost in it.

I can only go back to the gate before dark and try to spend a few more days exploring.

On the outside of the temple in the darkness, the cold wind blows over the mountain at night, like a ghost crying.

Aiur and I had to build a house out of ice blocks and huddled together in it to keep warm.

Fortunately, I brought her with me this time.

Hugging a warm banshee outside the scary and gloomy castle is a special feeling.

……

The sixth day in the temple.

After these few days of hard work, my exploration of the temple has deepened.

And the deeper I went into it, the less and less light there was, and my eyes became darker and darker.

The structure in the depths of the temple is even weirder, full of strange spaces beyond human imagination, all kinds of upside-down stairs, corridors, and courtyards.

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm going up or down.

In addition to these, there are those yellow turban fighters who are always wandering in the depths of the temple.

They were shriveled and thin like mummies, their heads were wrapped in yellow turbans, and they kept wandering in the depths of the temple, whispering some incomprehensible crazy words in their mouths.

I tried to communicate with them, only to find that they just actively attack everything they see.

The strength of these yellow turban fighters is comparable to that of warriors in the third or even fourth realm, and the dry skin and flesh all over their bodies are like a layer of iron armor.

Only by cutting off the yellow turbans on their heads will they stop.

In this increasingly dark and cold temple, in order to save energy, I can only avoid them as much as possible.

But I still took a yellow scarf out and put it together with the one at the door.

I plan to do some research in the future to see if I can create my own Yellow Turban Warrior.

That's it... I tried my best to remember the route, and expanded the scope of my exploration, going deeper and deeper into the temple, and deeper into the center of darkness.

Only returning to Aiur's warm embrace every night brought me back to peace.

On one side is the eerie temple, on the other side is the lovely and warm banshee.

What a thrill.

I suggested that Aiur and I go to the temple to play together, but unfortunately she refused.

It's a pity...it's a pity...

What a pity.

……

No.18 days to come to the temple.

The interior of the temple is much larger than it appears from the outside.

I suspect the temple leads to the iceberg below.

And where the iceberg leads to, I don't know.

There is not even a ray of light visible in the depths, presenting a kind of absolute darkness.

From time to time, strange sounds came from the dark depths, unlike the cries of any animal in the world... it made the scalp tingle.

In such darkness, it is difficult even for me to continue exploring.

Back in the igloo that day, while looking at the yellow scarf I brought from the temple, I was thinking about what to do next.

It is already too dangerous to continue exploring, so I decided to leave here if there is still no harvest for tomorrow's exploration.

Looking at the yellow scarf in front of me, I found that it is not pure yellow, but has a mysterious pattern.

This pattern looks extremely deep, and it seems to contain some kind of strange magic power, which calms down my spirit.

A sudden impulse surged up in my heart, wanting to try wearing the yellow scarf on my head.

Eur's hug interrupted my thoughts.

Let's go to bed first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to say.

……

No.19 days to come to the temple.

I was awakened by Aiur's crazy words.

At first I thought she wanted it early in the morning, only to see her trying to bring the hijab over her head.

I suddenly realized... This may turn her into a yellow scarf.

Although the yellow turban wrestler seems to be very special...but now is not the time.

I stopped her and destroyed those headscarves... Until I don't have enough strength to resist the temptation of these evil things, let them stay in this temple.

I start the last quest of the day.

I found a hall I had never seen before.

I swear that I have clearly recorded the paths around this hall. This hall never existed here in the past.

But there it is.

In the hall, there were kneeling corpses dressed in yellow robes, frozen like ice sculptures.

They were all facing the center of the hall, as if they were doing some kind of prayer.

In the center of the hall is the skeleton of a dragon.

I would have taken some keels home, but an instinctive chill prevented me from doing so.

This instinctive feeling has saved my life countless times on the grassland, and this time I also intend to follow this instinct.

I explored the entire hall, and finally found a stone tablet under the keel, engraved with a strange spell, a spell that I can't remember.

……

Chu Qiguang and Qiao Zhi finally saw the last part of the diary. Just when Qiao Zhi couldn't wait to turn the page, Chu Qiguang said, "Are you sure you want to read it? It may be dangerous."

Qiao Zhi was already in a hurry: "What are you afraid of! After all, I am also the fairy among cats! It's just a few spells, can I be enchanted?"

Chu Qiguang nodded, and continued to read, and saw that the mantra recorded by Yi Siman was:

"Beyond the upper and lower four directions, the emperors of the past and the present."

"The supreme master who existed in the past, exists in the present, and will exist in the future."

"Honored be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done among men."

"It's like being in that distant imperial world, that wonderful place in the darkness..."

The moment he watched the entire mantra, Chu Qiguang found that he had forgotten the content of the mantra.

On the other side, Qiao Zhi was still trying to watch it repeatedly, trying to deduce the origin and function of the spell through constant reading and forgetting.

Chu Qiguang felt a gift gushing out from the circle of foolishness after he finished reading the whole notebook, and entered his eyes with a bang.

An inexplicable memory rippling in his mind.

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The soul of the seeker who has been polluted.

It is said that a seeker once witnessed the way of heaven.

In order to guide the latecomers, and to spread the name of the great beings,

Even the pollution of heaven can bear it.

Therefore, his primordial spirit can guide the latecomers to follow the trail of Tao.

And in the eyes of the seeker, the primordial spirit of the seeker can also be lodged.

(End of this chapter)