I don't have a strategy for quick time travel

I heard that there is a place that is very haunted.

"Old man, please tell me how to haunt ghosts?" On a rainy day, a Taoist priest in sackcloth took off his bamboo hat in the teahouse and revealed a face of astonishment. He smiled in his eyes and said to the people at the next table.

The elder at the table couldn't help but sit upright when he heard the words, and twirled his beard with his left hand before speaking: "Three months ago, the old man passed by Qiaoyun Village, and it was the sacrificial festival..."

It turned out that there was a problem in a temple dedicated to the evil god in Qiaoyun Village.Ban Ling saved a sip of tea, looked up to see that the rain was no longer hindering the schedule, put on a bamboo hat and left.

"If you want to say it, it's really a crime." The old man finally finished speaking, sighing with emotion, his mouth dry and tongue dry, and he picked up a bowl of tea to drink. "Father, that man..." After listening to the story, the group of people in the same group finally found that the next table was long gone and only a few pennies were left.

"Well, people have their own ways," said the old man.

Outside Qiaoyun Village, the rain had stopped and the road was muddy.Ban Ling looked at the lifeless village, hesitated for a moment and finally went in.Every house closed their doors on the road, and occasionally saw one or two young people hurrying like thieves.

He reached out and grabbed a man carrying firewood, and the man shook.

"Excuse me, brother, where is the Temple of Rain?"

Hearing this, the man finally looked up at him, "Outsider, I advise you to leave early and don't mind your own business." After speaking, he brushed his hands off his shoulders and walked away without looking back.

Ban Ling squinted one eye, told him to go but secretly pointed out the way, what is the meaning of this?

He touched the hilt of the sword in his hand and felt a faint vision.Following the pointer, I saw a ruined temple not far away.

Ten years ago, he had visited the same temple, but at that time it was not called Rain God, but Shizun.

The clay sculpture of the rain god is rough and lifeless, and the only thing recognizable is the sword in his hand.

He walked in and slowly loosened the coarse linen clothes, revealing the red-striped seal on his chest, the red-striped seal danced like earthworms.

"Master, how are you recently?"

Ban Ling closed the dilapidated temple door with his hands, and drew out his sword.

The blade flashed.

Raising the sword in hand, the clay sculpture in front of him has been separated from its head and body, and the clay skull rolled down into a pile of dry grass and disappeared.

A familiar sternness appeared in Ban Ling's eyes, as if he was a different person.

Red water oozes from the broken neck and flows down, just like the lines on Ban Ling's chest, and the air is full of blood.

Fang Liyun told him that Master's body changes every ten years and feeds on the spirits of the people within a radius of ten miles.But without the squeeze of the human spirit, the three souls and seven souls of the human being will escape, which is no different from death.

But it has never been eaten so frequently in hundreds of years. If it can be explained, it must be related to Fang Liyun's seal.

Ban Ling walked forward, the clay sculpture was already covered with blood stains vertically and horizontally, and the hand that was not holding the sword naturally hung down, posing in a gesture of pointing to the ground.

"Are you sincere?"

the voice in my ear asked.

"Yes." Lilac whispered from her lavender lips.

In fact, there is only one option.

The fierceness in Ban Ling's eyes gradually disappeared, and the dancing red lines on his chest quieted down. He seemed to be Fang Liyun already.

Fang Liyun's gaze was firm but indifferent, he knew that as a complete person he could and wanted to be a storage body.That would be a failure!

Fang Liyun raised the sword in his hand, knowing that it was useless but he couldn't sit idly by.

The hand froze, and the red lines in the half-exposed clothes curved up again, intensifying.

"Oh, don't be stupid." The voice seemed familiar.

There was sarcasm in Ban Ling's sharp eyes, "I don't want to repay your dispensable favors, nor am I interested in your willful behavior, but I can't go back like that once I'm here."

There was a hint of pride in his mouth, and he took out the Zhang Talisman from the skirt and pasted it on the clay sculpture.

"You don't regret it."

"There's nothing to regret."

There was continuous spring rain and a thunderstorm.The woman behind the door almost dropped her jaw in shock, and covered her younger son's eyes with her hands.

Because she saw that strange foreign man enter the Temple of Rain, and then lightning struck the top of the temple.Between the light and the dark, there seemed to be some shadow in the ruined temple.

However, after the lightning and thunder, the rain returned again, as if nothing had happened, the man opened the temple door.

Banling put on his bamboo hat and walked into the rain.The rain god behind him stands majestically, like a gentleman watching from a distance.

Everything ends and starts all over again, this time I will come to you.

The almost imperceptible smile under the bamboo hat was like the gleam of light peeking out from the cracks in the dark clouds in the sky, pure and bright.