She shook her head: "I suddenly feel less hot and less thirsty..."
This time, let alone fetching water, even walking along the mountain spring, everyone was afraid of being dragged in by a sudden hand.
I asked Lao Jiang, should we still climb along this spring?
Lao Jiang nodded, smiled bitterly and said, "Do we have any other choice?"
Everyone had no choice but to continue on their way. I don’t know why, but I felt vaguely uneasy about this evil spirit. The further back we went, the more things we might be surprised to see.
This Wawu Mountain is really impressive!
I don’t know if it’s just my crow’s mouth, but after walking for a while, we really found something different.
"Brother Jinglan, come here quickly. Look at the little green house over there."
Yin Ling'er is a brave girl with good skills. She quickly forgot about the little episode just now. Now she is still jumping around with the bamboo basket on her back and can't walk well.
Lao Jiang and I quickly followed. When we got closer, we discovered that the so-called green little house was actually a strange building carved from bluestone.
This building has windows and doors, and there is a small stone figure sitting cross-legged inside, but it is only about 20 centimeters tall!
However, the carving is quite exquisite. It reminds me of an ancient article I read, "The Story of the Nuclear Boat", which tells the story of a skilled craftsman carving a boat on a peach stone, and in front of me is a stone as high as a palm. Carve an entire room on it.
"Wow, this house is so small. Is it for dwarfs?" Yin Ling'er bent down and looked at it.
I don’t know why, but it was my first time seeing this building, but it felt very familiar, so I asked Yin Ling’er to stop talking and let me take a closer look.
Suddenly, I noticed something was wrong. This thing seemed to be very similar to the Tsing Yi Temple we worshiped, and the stone figure inside also looked like the Tsing Yi God.
It's just that the Qingyi Temple and the statue are too small, and I don't know how many times they have shrunk!
It stands alone on the roadside like a street lamp, enduring thousands of years of loneliness and being exposed to wind and rain day after day.
When I told Lao Jiang and the others about my discovery, Lao Jiang agreed. But what can such a small Tsing Yi temple do here? As a mascot?
We continued on our way with questions, and soon discovered two or three identical small temples in Tsing Yi!
There seems to be one at regular intervals.
Ge Weihan had to draw the shape of the temple in his notebook, and said to himself: "Why does this small stone temple appear in this place?"
We must know that Wawushan does not allow outsiders to enter, so who can these small Qingyi temples accept the incense?
Could it be that the nearby people left it behind when they held the Qingqiang sacrifice? But even the fishing village that has protected Wawu Mountain for generations, no one has been here.
"Could it be related to the mysterious people in the mountains?" I asked.
While we were guessing, Lao Jiang was already squatting down and checking carefully. Suddenly he said urgently: "Li Jinglan, come here!"
It turned out that Lao Jiang found that in addition to normal wind and rain, these small stone temples had more or less signs of damage.
It's like someone hit me hard!
The small temple at the end was even more exaggerated. It was almost completely overturned to the ground and smashed to pieces. The other party seemed to have a deep hatred for the Qingyi God. Even the stone man in the temple was smashed into several pieces.
The soil around the small temple was also dug up, revealing several large dark holes.
There was even a long, shocking and terrifying scratch left on the soil in one place!
What kind of beast is it?
I walked over curiously, but Lao Jiang warned me not to damage the scene.
He used the black knife to carefully open up the layer of soil, and a putrid smell of blood immediately hit my Tianling Cap. Suddenly, a white thing in the soil caught my attention.
It was actually a piece of human fingernail!
This complete nail plate was obviously peeled off from the other person's finger, and there was even blood on it.
A horrifying picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. A madman with disheveled hair knocked down the small temple. He dug the soil under the temple with his bare hands, as if he wanted to dig out something.
His two hands were digging hard... and digging...
The first one is dripping with blood!
But he didn't stop, but continued to dig down. Even though he wore his fingers, broke his nails, and exposed the thick phalanges, he didn't feel any pain.
The scene ended here. I didn't dare to think about it anymore. I just stared at the fingernails, and the clothes on my back were wet with cold sweat.
Lao Jiang put one hand on the handle of the black knife: "Be careful, there is someone nearby!"
His aura was exuding, and he was obviously ready to fight.
Ge Weihan took out his pistol and Yin Ling'er put down the big bamboo basket, but I still couldn't take my eyes off the ground. What on earth was the other party digging? Why are you so crazy that you don't even care about breaking your fingernails?
It is a pity that these small temples have been cleared out. If we want to know the truth, we can only move forward.
I believe there should be more such small temples ahead, and there must be clues there!
Lao Jiang agreed with me. As Yin Ling'er walked, she put her finger on her chin unconsciously: "Uncle Jiang, brother Jinglan, these small temples look so old. They should have been built by people a long time ago. Yes, but why do they build these small temples?”
"I don't know." I shook my head simply, and Lao Jiang shrugged helplessly.
At present, we really don’t know the purpose of these small temples, but as long as we find the person who dug the temples, I believe the truth will come to light.
After all, if the other party wanted to destroy it, he must know something and have a huge hatred for these small temples, so he destroyed them quickly.
After our curiosity was aroused, even Yin Ling'er was no longer lazy. We doubled our pace and shuttled through the forest.
And this time we spread out a little bit to make searching easier.
Lao Jiang and Ge Weihan each drew their swords and the other raised their guns. Yin Ling'er and I were sharp-eyed and were responsible for looking for the small house along the way.
Sure enough, not long after walking, a small temple that had been dug up appeared not far away.
Yin Ling'er almost jumped up, pointing and shouting: "There, there, there it is again!"
The small temple in front of me seemed to have been torn down not long ago, because the dug-out soil was still fresh, and there was a faint trace of blood that had not yet dried.
Could it be that we have already caught up with him?
Lao Jiang looked around and ordered decisively: "Look for it!"
We immediately hurriedly searched the nearby grass, and soon found a series of strange footprints. Judging from the shape of the footprints, it seemed that the person was not wearing shoes, and was running barefoot in the forest.
Strings of small crystal water drops still hang on many of the trampled weeds.
But don’t dew only appear in the early morning?
