Chapter 1433 - 777: A True Immortal Among Them (Double Chapter)

The rain grew heavier, occasionally accompanied by a low rumble of thunder.

Boom.

It seemed like divine might.

The merchants glanced around, privately consulted with Master Huang, pointed to his followers, and two of them got up to close the temple doors of the Mountain God Temple, then blocked it with a nearby stone.

Afterward, Master Huang looked at Chen Yi, with an apologetic expression, and clasped his hands to offer an explanation, yet saw the guard shake his head, unconcerned.

Typically, closing the doors like this might be misunderstood as having a sinister intention.

Master Huang intended to explain precisely this point, but the guard didn't care, and even the merchants were somewhat surprised, then they couldn't help but glance at the layman, who, despite the pouring rain and gusting winds, still meditated with closed eyes.

Clearly, this person is indeed remarkable.

The guard traveling with this remarkable person naturally felt secure and didn't need to fear those demonic beings causing chaos.

But despite this, the merchants were still uneasy and anxious.

Being in the company of a remarkable person gave a sense of security, but who knows if this remarkable person would intervene, after all, they are just passing travelers, with no ties, moreover, such remarkable individuals avoid getting entangled with worldly ties, so even if they were being slaughtered by demons, it would not be surprising if they continued sitting in silence.

The rain did not cease.

Even though there was a fire burning in the temple, amidst the continuous rain, it appeared dim. Although the doors were now blocked, they occasionally emitted a buzzing sound, as if something was trying to break in.

Splash—!

A sound different from the rain hitting tiles came from overhead.

The crowd looked up, only to see that at the back of the temple hall, near the blurred statue of Buddha, the already cracked roof was torn open by the storm, creating an even larger gap.

The murky rainwater poured down like a waterfall from the pitch-dark hole, forming a bright white curtain under the firelight, directly crashing onto the dusty and grassy ground below, causing water splashes.

"Oh no! Terrible!" A thin-faced merchant exclaimed, hurriedly getting up to try to save the goods that might be soaked, but then paused, for the water curtain was still some distance away from the resting corner and the entrance to where the goods were stored, so for now, there was no harm.

But the sight was truly frightening.

Fortunately, the ground of this ruined temple wasn't completely flat, whether due to construction defects in the past or later changes in the earth's energy, the position right below the water curtain happened to have a shallow depression.

The rainwater quickly accumulated into a small pool there, which did not immediately spread.

Everyone turned their gaze to Master Huang, the elderly merchant hesitated to speak but his intention was clear; having accepted money, it was naturally his responsibility to mitigate disasters, but Master Huang's face didn't look too good, as he seemed not to have encountered such a tricky situation before.

He stiffened his neck to calm everyone's nerves: "Let's wait here and not sleep, wait until the rain passes first."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a bang as the Buddhist Temple's door swung open by itself, pushed by the wind and rain, the stone blocking the door slid aside, everyone was startled at this sight, their pupils widened.

The flame flickered wildly with the cold wind rushing in, throwing shadows unpredictably across the mottled walls and the cobweb-filled beams, twisting and shifting.

The damp cold seeped into everyone's bones without gaps.

The merchants huddled close to the fire, their faces pale and fearful under the flickering light.

Master Huang was shocked, his expression grew increasingly grim, he repeatedly urged: "Offer incense, pay respects, bring some food to placate!"

The merchants dared not delay, they quickly fished out incense from their bags, it's customary along the trade routes to pay respects when seeing a mountain or water.

The rain grew heavier, just as they were about to burn incense and kneel down, once the incense was lit, it was blown out by the wind.

The wind seemed fiercer than before, tiles were rattling, and the Buddhist Temple seemed about to collapse, merchants could not help shivering, crowding together, even the mules and donkeys made restless sounds.

Chen Yi noticed their faces were pale, trembling with fear, and kindly spoke up:

"There's no need to fret, the temple is filled with yang energy, let's gather here together, when the rain stops and the yin energy weakens, the ghosts will naturally depart."

The merchants were highly tense and said: "Young master, be cautious, the divine is three feet overhead!"

"Don't panic."

The female crown who'd been meditating suddenly said:

"They're merely little ghosts."

"The layman speaks rightly!"

Seeing the Goddess-like figure suddenly speak, the merchants' faces changed, as if grasping a lifeline, they eagerly agreed.

"Everyone don't be nervous, they're just little ghosts."

"Those who haven't done wrong need not fear ghosts knocking at the door, living people shouldn't fear the dead."

"When the rain stops, these ghosts will return whence they came."

Everyone's panic eased slightly.

But the rain not only didn't lessen, it intensified further.

The sound of water rushing, mixing with the overwhelming storm outside, made this deserted temple on a wild mountain seem more like a swaying, battered ship.

"Immortal… when will, this rain stop?"

The rain became even heavier, the merchants' address to the female crown changed, and they asked her in desperation.

Yin Weiyin remained silent, continuing to meditate.

Words like pouring no longer sufficed, the rain lines were no longer vertical, but wrapped in frigid wind, flung horizontally, diagonally, swirling against the temple walls.

The skinny merchant inadvertently glanced outside the temple door, his eyes fluttered, thinking he was seeing things, he rubbed his eyes before focusing again.

Within the rain so thick it wouldn't disperse, there seemed to be a… figure.

Terrified, he temporarily forgot to shout.

He merely trembled, pointing outward with his finger, everyone followed his gaze and froze on the spot, the fire's light oppressed to only a dim glow, barely illuminating their pallid faces.