Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 107 Memories of the Temple (Please subscribe!)

"Oh?" Sun Hang raised his eyebrows. "Finally, there's a new and different plot?"

But before he could open his mouth to reply, the hunter passed through Sun Hang's body like a ghost.

Sun Hang turned his head and found that there was another person standing behind him.

But this man is not a hunter. Instead, he is dressed as a backpacker - a goose yellow hardshell jacket with eye-catching reflective strips on it, a large-capacity hiking bag behind him, and a high-end-looking trekking pole in his hand.

The backpacker's facial features seemed blurry to Sun Hang, as if a piece of his memory was missing... But for some reason, Sun Hang couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still read the surprised expression on his face.

A federally registered hunter who has passed the formal assessment asks a backpacker for help... This scene seems unreasonable no matter how you look at it. You can't say that this backpacker is actually a hidden master, right?
The next second, a bowl-sized stone flew out from the hall and smashed the head of the hunter who was asking for help. Then, the remaining force pierced through the backpacker's chest.

The backpacker looked down at the bloody hole in his chest in disbelief, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground.

The hidden master was killed in just one move?
No...that's not right!
Sun Hang's breathing became slightly faster, and he felt as if he had grasped the key to the problem.

This memory did not belong to him at all, because in his memory, he had never seen those monster hunters running out of the hall, nor had he seen the backpacker being killed by stones...

This is the memory of Longyanlei, or rather, the Longyan Temple!
This is the fucking memory of a monster!

Sun Hang didn't know when he read the other person's memory and then mixed it with his own memory, resulting in this strange and unreasonable scene before his eyes.

The one who was hit in the head by the stone should not be the monster hunter, but an ordinary backpacker. It’s just that Sun Hang’s memory and the monster’s memory overlapped and became confused... This is equivalent to the situation in a video game where, due to a program bug, the model of an elite monster is put on a small wild monster that can be killed with one knife.

"So... can the memory be pushed back further?" Sun Hang sat cross-legged in the yard and entered a state of meditation.

He had to discard all distractions and restore the most original and accurate memory of this monster.

In order to do this, Sun Hang must forget his own existence. He cannot have any emotions or subjective thoughts in the process of searching for memories, nor can he mix in any memories that do not belong to the "original owner"...

He must become a "bystander" without emotions and self... or to be more precise, a cold camera hanging in the corner.

The surrounding scene began to rewind like a film. With the cycle of sunrise and moonset, the advertisements and graffiti on the courtyard wall began to gradually decrease. Occasionally, a few blurry human figures flashed by like flowing light, but quickly disappeared.

Gradually, more and more blurry figures appeared, and the missing bronze tripod also appeared in the yard, filled with incense sticks.

Sun Hang was basically certain that these scenes only existed in his memory, and that he had not returned to the period before Longyan Temple fell into decline - if this strange creature really had the ability to allow him to travel through time and space, the three annoying monkeys would probably have jumped out by now.

The speed of memory recollection suddenly slowed down, and the scene finally froze at dusk one day, when two young monks saw off the last batch of pilgrims, pushed the gate and plugged the wooden bolt. At this time, the monk who looked younger suddenly whispered, "Brother... How long can Master hold on in this state?"

"Don't ask, this is not something we should care about!" The older monk said sternly, "The eldest brother said that anyone who dares to leak this will be expelled from the temple!"

"But, should we go find a doctor for our master..." the little monk asked anxiously.

"That kind of disease... the doctors in town may not be able to cure it." The older monk shook his head. "If it gets out, people will think it's a demonic possession... By then, no one will come to Longyan Temple to burn incense, and we will all starve!"

Possessed by evil spirits?

Sun Hang's heart moved. Yang Qi told him that in the early years, there were many names for strange things among the people. And within religious organizations, strange things are usually called "evil demons" or "evil spirits".

When Longyan Temple was popular, the Yunnan-Yunnan Plateau in the southwest had not yet fallen, and Shuzhou was not yet a border area. In addition, transportation and communication were not well developed at that time, so few people knew about strange things. Many people only knew that the outside world was full of terrifying monsters, and many human countries perished because of them... But if you ask what strange things are, few people can tell you one, two, three.

The only thing that is certain is that in that era, "strange things" was a term that people were very reluctant to talk about, as if just mentioning it would bring about some kind of disaster... After encountering strange events that they could not understand, people rarely chose to call the police at the first time. Instead, they would run to such temples to burn incense and worship Buddha, asking for the so-called "Buddha" and "Bodhisattva" to bless them.

Could it be that the "master" mentioned by these two little monks has been infected by a strange creature?

In today's society, this can probably be regarded as just an ordinary meme infection incident, but for the Longyan Temple of that era, it was definitely a calamity.

"It seems that the decline of Longyan Temple may have other hidden stories." Sun Hang muttered softly and walked straight to the two little monks. Just like the hunter who was killed by the stone before, these two little monks were completely unaware of Sun Hang's existence and passed through his body like ghosts.

No, to be precise, Sun Hang is the ghost in this memory world.

Sun Hang did not stand there in a daze, but followed the two people closely, passed through the side hall, and followed a trampled dirt road to the place where the monks lived behind the temple.

This was a courtyard surrounded by seven or eight houses. A monk who looked to be in his thirties was guarding the entrance. When he saw the two young monks approaching, he immediately stood up and asked in a deep voice, "Have all the pilgrims in the temple left? Have you checked the side halls and the back hill?"

"Yes." The older young monk nodded, and then asked, "Brother, today..."

"You are in charge today." The monk glanced at the older young monk and said, "Be careful when feeding him. Don't spill any soup or anything on the sheets!"

"Okay... okay." The little monk nodded timidly.

　There should be a third update tonight...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)