I have an inn in Xianxia

Chapter 650 West Earth Temple
As a person who has lived in the 21st century, Lu Cheng has heard too many legends about the underworld.

Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Ghost Gate Pass, Earth Temple, Wangxiang Terrace, Egou Ridge, Jinji Mountain, Wild Ghost Village, Mihun Temple, Fengdu City, Eighteen Floors of Hell, Supporting Pavilion, Ghost Realm Fort, etc., are all recorded .

It stands to reason that Fengdu is a city of the underworld, a place where ghosts live, and will not appear in the human world, but when one party's code of order is rewritten, everything will happen.

Lu Cheng walked in the dark night, he used the time out to enter that state of detachment, felt the weakest places in this world, and took those places as his destination.

His guess is very simple, Fengdu City appeared because the order of heaven and earth was damaged, and the places where it reappeared will also be in these damaged places.

He rode somersaulting clouds, extremely fast, and marched in this wilderness.

As for the underworld, some were mentioned in the original book.

Fengdu City is actually not the entrance to the underworld. If the underworld is also a realm, then Fengdu is like an imperial capital in the world.

Hole spring water.

An ordinary young man who can no longer be ordinary, with ordinary appearance, ordinary family background, and ordinary qualifications, his life path is the same as that of ordinary people, studying hard in a cold window, waiting for the day when he will get fame.

This year, Kong Quanshui heard that fame is the best way to go, because last year many high school officials resigned because of inheritance and treasure hunting, and now is a year of opportunity.

After a cold winter, he embarked on the road of obtaining fame with confidence.

The Great Wilderness is huge, and ordinary people are not monks, and they don't have the ability to fly into the sky and escape from the ground, so they can only rely on their legs when traveling.

The village where Kong Quanshui lives is far away from the big city. He has to set off more than ten days in advance. Get used to it.

And the road he walked has been walked countless times. How can there be a ruined temple, how can he rest for a night, and he has made a good plan long ago.

Xidi Temple, this is a small temple that has been dilapidated for decades.

I heard that a long time ago, someone believed in the God of Land and blessed a place of water and soil, but I don’t know when people stopped believing in these things, and this Earth Temple was abandoned since then, no one repaired it, and no one came to demolish it. A place where passers-by can rest for a while.

At dusk, Kong Quanshui came to the Earth Temple. The temple was very small and could accommodate four men together, but now it was more than enough for Kong Quanshui to stay alone.

Kong Quanshui skillfully laid out the bedding for himself, found a comfortable position to lie down in the West Earth Temple, and picked up the book to read.

This entrance examination is a good opportunity for him, maybe he can change his destiny, become an official in the city, and no longer have to stay in the countryside.

When a person concentrates on doing one thing, time always passes quickly. For example, now, before he knows it, the sky has already darkened, and Kong Quanshui has fallen asleep at some point.

Books covered his face.

It was the violent banging of doors and windows that awakened Kong Quanshui. He opened his eyes suddenly, took off the books covering his face, and was already sweating profusely. Just now, he had a terrible dream. He dreamed that he was really An official, but not a normal official.

Everyone was yelling at themselves for being wronged. Their faces were full of resentment and unwillingness. Kong Quanshui could clearly recall some expressions even when he woke up from a dream.

"Nightmare! Nightmare!"

He wiped off the sweat from his forehead. A strong wind blew up outside the temple at some point. He got up and was about to close the doors and windows, but he felt a burst of wetness falling on his face.

"Strange, why is there rain in this season?"

Kong Quanshui was puzzled and didn't think too much. He was a little too tired and was going to sleep again.

What he couldn't see was that just above the West Earth Temple, one broken body after another passed through the air. Outsiders couldn't see it. On these broken bodies, drops of blood fell one after another, and they couldn't go anywhere else. , all fell on the West Earth Temple.

These bodies still have faces. On their faces, there is a kind of sadness and unwillingness, but their eyes are empty, without any vitality at all.

They made a strange sound, like a suppressed whimper, which sounded particularly penetrating.

Kong Quanshui closed the window, and then went to close the door. When the door was closed, the window was blown open again by the strong wind.

"Oh, this temple has not been repaired for a long time, and the windows can't be closed tightly."

Kong Quanshui sighed. In this situation, he couldn't complain. This was a free residence. He found two wooden planks to hold the door, and he went to close the window again.

At the same time as the window was closed, there was another burst of dampness.

"It's raining so hard. It will be difficult to drive tomorrow. It's all mountain roads and muddy."

Kong Quanshui shook his head helplessly. What he couldn't see was that his entire face was stained red with blood, and he looked like a ghost in the dark night.

After trying it, the doors and windows should not be blown open by the strong wind for the time being, so Kong Quanshui lay down on the quilt with peace of mind, and fell asleep after a while.

In the trance of sleep, the nightmare just now hit again.

"My lord, I am wronged!"

"grown ups!"

It was palms that were as thin as dead wood stretched out in front of him. Kong Quanshui tried hard to see the owner of the palms, but what he saw was a big face that was completely sunken.

It wasn't just one person, but at this moment in front of him, all of them were scary faces with sunken eye sockets and grinning mouth corners. There were men and women, each of them skinny, shouting the same words in their mouths.

"My lord! I am wronged!"

"My lord! I was killed!"

"grown ups!"

"call!"

Kong Quanshui woke up again, his face covered in blood was pale, he took a closer look, he was still in the earth temple, there were no withered hands or figures in front of him.

"It's a nightmare again, it seems that I can't sleep this time."

Kong Quanshui sighed, and wanted to get up and move around, but when he just got up, his whole body was frozen there.

Because he saw that beside him, there was an extra person at some point, and his eyes were looking straight at him.

At this moment, Kong Quanshui felt that it was difficult for him to breathe, and the scene from the dream just now appeared in his mind again and again.

"My lord! I am wronged!"

That look, the withered palms, seemed to be ghosts one by one.

"You're awake." A deep voice sounded beside Kong Quanshui's ear.

"You... you... who are you..."

"Passing by, just saw that the wind was too strong outside, so I came in to avoid it, and saw that you were sleeping soundly, and didn't wake you up."

The other party spoke.

Hearing this, Kong Quanshui breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of ticking sounded from the feet of the new person who appeared in the temple.

(End of this chapter)