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Chapter 258 - 259: Rather Sleep in a Desolate Grave Than Stay in a Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 258: Chapter 259: Rather Sleep in a Desolate Grave Than Stay in a Dilapidated Temple

"Gurgle!" The bearded captain swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly admitted his guilt, "I’m sorry, I was blind to the true path..."

Ye Wudao didn’t bother with him and turned around, "Death Dagger, ascend the mountain and search for people!"

"Yes, Young Master!" Death Dagger took the order.

At the same time, all the search and rescue team members led by the bearded captain were numb-headed and still in shock.

"My god, just a simple slash and the boulder was split in half?"

"A few days ago, there was a video on the internet of a bullet being split open with a knife, a million clicks, I didn’t believe it, said it was boasting, but today my eyes have really been opened!"

"I regret it to death, if I had known to record it with my phone, the clicks would absolutely have surpassed a hundred million!" The search and rescue teams on the scene were discussing excitedly, talking about the scene they had just witnessed.

The scene shifts.

Beimang Mountain.

The mountain path was rugged, vegetation was dense, and a heavy rain had just fallen, making the ground wet and slippery, difficult to navigate.

However, this difficulty couldn’t stop the Death Dagger, their pace of advancement was swift, making a path up the mountain, building bridges over water, they were awe-inspiring!

As for Ye Wudao and Li Hu, it was as if they were walking on flat ground!

Halfway up the mountain.

"Eh, Ye Wudao, look quickly, there’s camping gear over there!" Xu Yuanyuan’s eyes were sharp, her jade finger pointing ahead.

Ye Wudao looked up, on the grass lay a lot of camping equipment, and there was even a tent.

Only, the campsite was empty, not a person in sight.

"Young Master, the tent is intact, it doesn’t look like it was attacked by wild animals!" After checking around, Li Hu reached a conclusion.

"Dozens of living people, they couldn’t just vanish into thin air, could they?" Ye Wudao didn’t believe it, "Continue the search!"

Death Dagger spread out to search.

Half an hour later.

"Young Master, I’ve searched the surrounding area for several kilometers, no trace!" Blood Wolf reported.

"I haven’t found anything either!" Many people came to report.

Just then, an excited voice came over, it was Qian Lei, "Young Master, I’ve found something!"

What?

Ye Wudao’s expression became excited, and he quickly walked towards Qian Lei.

Qian Lei was squatting on the ground, his hand on the earth, "Young Master, look!"

Ye Wudao looked down and saw a footprint in the mud, with traces of fresh blood on it.

"This isn’t an animal’s footprint!" Ye Wudao said.

Li Hu dipped his finger in the blood, tasted it, and with a sharp look said, "It’s human blood!"

A human footprint!

Human blood!

"Meng, could something have happened to Mengmeng and the others..." Xu Yuanyuan covered her face, unable to stop her tears.

"It shouldn’t be, perhaps a companion was injured!" Ye Wudao reassured her first, then said, "With footprints, it will be easy, we’ll follow the footprints and search!"

"Yes!" Everyone nodded.

Ye Wudao led the Death Dagger, following the footprints towards Beimang Mountain.

Beimang Mountain was vast, with an altitude of over three thousand meters, and after reaching the midpoint of the mountain, it was shrouded in fog, draped with a veil of mystery.

It was getting late.

And just then, as luck would have it, the sky darkened, and a torrential downpour began.

"Young Master, this rain is too heavy, we should find a place to wait for it to stop, right?" Li Hu suggested.

"Yeah, even the footprints on the ground are being washed away by the rain, the clue that finally appeared is gone again." Blood Wolf and the others wryly smiled.

Ye Wudao looked up, his gaze fixed on Beimang Mountain ahead, which loomed majestic, like a mighty serpent coiled, "I have a feeling, it’s on this mountain, not far now!"

"We can endure, but Miss Xu..." Li Hu worriedly looked at Xu Yuanyuan.

"I can do it, as long as I find my sister, what does this rain amount to!" Xu Yuanyuan’s eyes were resolute, no difficulty could stop her determination.

"Good!" Ye Wudao nodded.

...

The group braved the rain and ascended the mountain.

Rainy night.

In the wilderness of the mountains, an old temple swayed as if about to collapse under the gloomy rain.

The broken black tiles could not conceal the mottled decay on the temple’s roof, a mountain ancient temple that had been washed by time and weather, desolate and dilapidated.

Hung high at the entrance was a signboard tangled in cobwebs, faintly inscribed with three big characters: Beimang Temple!

"Young Master, there’s an ancient temple ahead!" Death’s Blade was quite surprised.

"This downpour won’t stop anytime soon, Yuanyuan, you must be tired. Shall we take a break at the temple?" Ye Wudao said, supporting Xu Yuanyuan.

Xu Yuanyuan bit her lip. After all, she was just an ordinary girl, and having climbed from the foot to several thousand meters up Beimang Mountain, her body had reached its limits.

"No way!" Li Hu uncharacteristically refused, "Young Master, as the ancients say, better to sleep in the wild or on a grave than in a broken temple!"

"I’ve heard that saying too, sleeping in a broken temple at night is inauspicious!" Blood Wolf nodded.

"Why?" Xu Yuanyuan asked curiously.

"If you sleep on a barren grave, at most you’ll deal with venomous insects and fierce beasts, but ancient temples deep in the mountains are heavy with yin energy; who knows what kind of evil things are inside!" Li Hu explained.

"Ah!" As a girl, Xu Yuanyuan immediately imagined terrifying scenes, her pretty face turning pale as she said, "Then, then let’s forget it, we should keep going!"

"Heh, what’s there to be afraid of! I’ve slept in the mountains for seven years, with snakes and beasts every day, and haven’t encountered anything evil! I refuse to believe that this tiny Beimang Mountain could be more dangerous than the Kunlun!" Ye Wudao said authoritatively.

Just at that moment, the bronze door of Beimang Temple was suddenly pushed open!

"There’s someone!" Blood Wolf shouted, and hundreds of elite warriors from Death’s Blade drew their swords, ready for battle.

A middle-aged monk with an unusually ugly face said with a smile, "Amitabha, the roads are slippery on a rainy night, honored patrons may wish to come into the temple for a cup of ginger tea?"

"We’ll pass on the tea, but have you seen a group of young people who came up the mountain for sightseeing?" Ye Wudao inquired.

"Amitabha, this humble monk stays in the temple all year round and is not aware of such matters!"

The ugly monk shook his head, continuing to smile, "Honored patrons, our temple is modest, but if you don’t mind, you can come in for tea to shelter from the rain."

"Young Master, I’ll check out the surroundings of this dilapidated temple..." Li Hu said, disappearing instantly.

"Good!" Ye Wudao nodded.

"Then we’ll trouble the master!" Ye Wudao bowed with his fist.

"Heh, it’s rare to meet such distinguished guests in the deep mountains, please come in!" The ugly monk gestured invitingly.

"After you!" Ye Wudao responded.

The ugly monk turned and led Ye Wudao and the others into the temple.

In the ancient mountain temple, the downpour continued, and the wind howled like a wolf’s cry, emitting creepy sounds.

"Why does this temple feel so sinister?"

"It’s so eerie, I got goosebumps the moment I came in!" Several people whispered among themselves.

The ugly monk led Ye Wudao and the rest towards the main hall. Just then, Blood Wolf whispered, "Young Master, the ground..."

Ye Wudao looked down and noticed fresh bloodstains on the blue brick beneath his feet.

Ye Wudao’s eyes flashed coldly as he lowered his voice, "Don’t cause a scene!"

Inside the main hall, the eighteen Arhats were enshrined, each of them fierce and menacing, holding weapons.

"Ye Wudao, why do the Arhats in this temple seem so spooky? I’ve been to temples with my family before, and the eighteen Arhats were always benevolent-looking!" Xu Yuanyuan clung to Ye Wudao, a bit scared.

"Heh, the lady patron is unaware—things are not peaceful in the mountains, and the Arhats worshipped here naturally have a fierce appearance. It’s just scary to look at, nothing more!" The ugly monk chuckled in explanation.

"May I ask the master if you are the only one residing in this temple?" Ye Wudao asked.

"Heh, yes, this humble monk has been living alone in Beimang Temple. I am too ugly; going down the mountain might frighten others!" The ugly monk said as he poured a steaming cup of ginger tea, "Please, have some tea!"

"Thank you, but I don’t drink tea," Ye Wudao shook his head.

"Heh, patron, this is Arhat tea. If you don’t drink it, it would be disrespectful to the Arhats!" The ugly monk kept speaking as his eyes flickered with a cold light.

"Oh, disrespectful to the Arhats?" Holding the Arhat tea, Ye Wudao gazed at the eighteen Arhats in the main hall and snickered, "Heh, if the Arhats are so petty, then let it be disrespectful!"

"Amitabha, if the patron disrespects the Arhats, he will be cast into hell!" the ugly monk declared, then suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, endlessly chanting Buddhist scriptures.

As he spoke.

An extraordinary change occurred in the main hall.

Boom!

The eighteen Arhats suddenly came to life, their eyes glowing red. One Arhat, wielding a knife, launched a vicious attack at Ye Wudao.

The entire room was shocked.

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