Trickster Hunter

Chapter 107 The Memory of the Temple (Subscribe please!)

"Oh?" Sun Hang raised his eyebrows, "Finally there is a new plot that is a little different?"

But before he could answer, the hunter passed through Sun Hang's body like a ghost.

Sun Hang turned his head and found that there was another person standing behind him.

But this person was not a hunter, but a backpacker's outfit - a goose yellow hard shell jacket with eye-catching reflective strips, a large-capacity hiking bag behind him, and a high-end-looking hiking pole in his hand.

The backpacker's facial features seemed very blurry to Sun Hang, as if a piece of memory here was missing...but for some reason, Sun Hang couldn't see his face clearly, but he could still read the surprised expression on his face.

A federally registered hunter who passed the formal assessment asked a backpacker for help...This picture seemed unreasonable no matter how you looked at it. You can't say that this backpacker is actually a hidden master, right?

The next second, a bowl-sized stone flew out of the hall, smashing the head of the hunter who was asking for help, and then, with the remaining force, it penetrated the backpacker's chest.

The backpacker looked down at the bloody hole in his chest with some disbelief, and his body shook for a while, and fell to the ground in a daze.

The hidden master was killed in one move?

No... No!

Sun Hang's breathing became slightly faster, and he felt that he seemed to have grasped the crux of the problem.

This memory did not belong to him at all, because in his memory, he had never seen those monster hunters running out of the hall, nor had he seen a backpacker being killed by a stone...

This is the memory of Longyanlei, or this Longyan Temple!

This is the memory of a monster!

Sun Hang didn't know when he read the other party's memory, and then mixed it with his own memory, and appeared in front of him. Such a strange and unreasonable scene.

The one who was shot in the head by the stone should not be the monster hunter, but an ordinary backpacker. It's just that Sun Hang's memory overlapped with the monster's memory and became confused... This is equivalent to the modeling of elite monsters in video games due to a program bug, which puts a small monster that can be killed with one knife.

"So... can the memory be pushed back further?" Sun Hang sat down cross-legged in the yard and entered a meditative state.

He had to abandon all distractions and restore the most original and accurate memory of this monster.

To do this, Sun Hang had to forget his own existence. He could not have any emotions or subjective ideas in the process of exploring memories, nor could he mix in any memories that did not belong to the "original owner"...

He had to become a "bystander" without emotions and self... or to describe it more appropriately, a cold camera hanging in the corner.

The surrounding scenes began to rewind like a film reel. With the cycle of rising and setting sun and moon, the advertisements and graffiti on the courtyard wall gradually became less and less. Occasionally, a few blurred human figures flashed by like flowing light, but soon disappeared.

Gradually, the blurred human figures increased, and the missing bronze tripod also appeared in the yard, filled with incense sticks.

Sun Hang was basically sure that these scenes only existed in his memory, not that he had returned to the period before Longyan Temple fell into decline - if this strange thing really had the ability to allow him to travel through time and space, the three annoying monkeys would probably have jumped out by now.

The speed of memory retracing suddenly slowed down, and the picture finally froze at dusk one day, when two young monks sent off the last batch of pilgrims, pushed the gate of the courtyard, and plugged the wooden bolt.

At this time, the monk who looked younger suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother... How long can Master last in this state?"

"Don't ask, this is not something we should care about!" The older monk said sternly, "Big Brother said that whoever dares to leak this will be expelled from the temple!"

"But, should we go find a doctor for Master..." The younger monk asked anxiously.

"That kind of disease... The doctors in the town may not be able to cure it." The older monk shook his head, "If it spreads out, people will think it is a demon... By then, no one will come to Longyan Temple to burn incense, and we will all starve!"

Demon possession?

Sun Hang's heart moved. Yang Qi told him that in the early years, there were many folk names for strange things. And within religious organizations, strange things are usually called "evil demons" or "evil spirits."

When Longyan Temple was popular, the Yunnan-Yunnan Plateau in the southwest had not yet fallen, and Shuzhou was not yet a border area. In addition, transportation and communication were not well developed at that time, so few people knew about strange things. Many people only knew that the outside world was full of terrifying monsters, and many human countries perished because of them... But if you ask what strange things are, few people can tell you one, two, three.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that in that era, "strange things" was a term that people kept secret, as if mentioning it would cause some kind of disaster... After encountering strange events that they could not understand, people rarely chose to report to the official agencies at the first time, but would run to such temples to burn incense and worship Buddha, asking for the so-called "Buddha" and "Bodhisattva" to bless them.

Could it be that the "master" mentioned by these two little monks was infected by strange things?

In today's society, this can only be regarded as an ordinary meme infection incident, but for the Longyan Temple of that era, it can definitely be regarded as a catastrophe.

"It seems that the decline of Longyan Temple may have other hidden reasons." Sun Hang muttered softly and walked straight to the two little monks - just like the hunter who was killed by the stone before, the two little monks were completely unaware of Sun Hang's existence and passed through his body like a ghost.

No, to be precise, Sun Hang is the ghost in this memory world.

Sun Hang did not stand there in a daze, but followed the two people closely, passed through the side hall, and followed a dirt road trampled by feet to the place where the monks lived behind the temple.

This is a courtyard surrounded by seven or eight houses. A monk who looks to be in his thirties is guarding the entrance. When he saw the two young monks coming over, he immediately stood up and asked in a deep voice: "Have all the pilgrims in the temple left? Have the side halls and the back mountain been checked?"

"Yes." The older young monk nodded, and then asked, "Brother, today..."

"Today is your responsibility." The monk glanced at the older young monk, "Be careful when feeding, don't spill soup or anything on the sheets!"

"Okay...Okay." The young monk nodded timidly.

There should be a third update in the evening...