Haiyi Mountain Saint Temple is an ancient building that has been passed down for more than a thousand years. It has been passed down from countless dynasties and has always been incense. It is one of the three ancient architectural wonders in Qinghe County.

Ji Haotian took Lin Yun all the way forward. After fifteen minutes, he walked to the Saint Temple located halfway up the mountain.

As the temple emerged before my eyes, the boundless darkness was dispelled by the lights, and everything in front of me suddenly became clear.

The Saint Temple covers a very wide area. The square paved with bluestone slabs in front of the door is boundless, and the ancient building complex in the middle is magnificent.

Especially in the middle of the yard, the statue of a saint who is more than 100 meters high gives people infinite pressure and adds a bit of domineeringness.

Lin Yun, who came from the darkness, saw the shining lights of the Saint Temple and the towering statue. She looked shocked on her face and looked at Ji Haotian sideways: "Aren't we here to participate in the auction? But why is this square so empty and there is no one?"

"Don't worry, the show is behind."

Ji Haotian smiled calmly, walked straight into the temple with Lin Yun.

Entering the temple gate, passing through the hand-paper veranda and the hanging flower gate, the Saint Hall built along the mountain appeared in front of you. The Saint Temple was surrounded by bright lights, but the main hall was pitch black.

Ji Haotian strolled in a leisurely courtyard, stepped up the thirty-three stone steps, and walked straight towards the hall gate.

The Saint Hall is more than ten meters high, and countless copper bells are hung on the eaves in front of the hall. The wind passes silently, but as soon as the person approaches, it becomes ding ding dong dong and dong dong starts to make constant noises.

"Mr. Ji, this is not a haunted place, right?"

When Lin Yun saw the copper bell that was ringing without wind, she felt that the place was a little scary, and unconsciously surrounded Ji Haotian's arm.

"Have peace of mind, even if the ghosts and gods are here, they will not hurt you at all."

Ji Haotian was amused by Lin Yun's actions, and let her hold her arm and walk into the hall.

"Hula!"

Ji Haotian had just entered the hall, and dozens of oil lamps surrounding the store swayed and all lit up.

"ah--"

When Lin Yun saw this even more strange scene, she not only screamed but also held Ji Haotian's palm tightly, like a frightened little girl.

Looking at the oil lamps beating around the flames, Ji Haotian couldn't help but frown.

A trick to get rid of the insects!

Fetching fire from the air is indeed a abilities that only high-level warriors have, but for Ji Haotian, it is not worth laughing at all. The other party's actions are nothing more than to scare ordinary merchants like Lin Yun who come to participate in the auction and create a tense atmosphere.

Looking up, a statue of a saint several meters high in front of him was looking at the front with a smile on his face, but in Lin Yun's view, it was even more terrifying against the backdrop of the fire.

Ji Haotian stood in the right spot and said with great energy: "We are here to attend the treasure meeting today, but you are so pretending to be a ghost. I'm afraid it's not a way to treat guests!"

"My world treasure association has been passed down for decades, and this set of rules has always been there. It's your first time to participate."

After saying that, a hunched figure with a crutch slowly walked out of the side door of the hall. Lin Yun heard the sound and glanced at the man with one glance. Then she closed her eyes and dared not look again. Her forehead was pressed against Ji Haotian's arm.

The old man in front had mostly lost his hair and his skin was withered. Whether it was the skin of his cheeks or arms, it was like a shriveled piece of skin against his bones, and there was no trace of flesh.

The most important thing is that the old man had no eyes. In the original eyeball, he was just two dark holes. If he had not seen him walking and talking, even if he threw the man into the coffin and said he was a mummy, Lin Yun would have believed it without doubt.

Although the old man had no eyes, he walked very flexibly. He stepped three meters in front of Ji Haotian and stood firm: "The rules of the World Treasure Association are that the buyers and sellers do not reveal their identities, and the president and members do not communicate. Therefore, the identity of the extraditioner was handed over to me, the old blind man. I guess, it did not scare President Lin!"

Hearing the old man's hoarse and dry voice, Lin Yun buried his head hard in Ji Haotian's chest, but did not dare to make a sound.

"We are here today to auction treasures, not to see you making a fool of yourself."

Ji Haotian glanced at the old man coldly: "Where is the venue?"

"Two, please do this."

The old man laughed twice, then turned around and walked towards the side door when he came.

Ji Haotian stood behind and looked at it, and found that although the old man was leaning on a crutch, he walked silently and breathed extremely calmly. He was actually a martial arts master, and his martial arts attainments were definitely far better than Zhang Fengjiu, who was known as the number one martial arts master in Yunzhou.

It seems that this treasure club is really interesting.

Walking through the side door and continuing to move forward, there is a dark corridor covered with columns on both sides. At the end of the corridor is an obliquely downward underground passage. At the end of the passage are two huge iron doors, with the words "life" and "death" engraved on them.

"Two, these are your clothes."

The withered old man stood in front of the door and only took two packages from the wall: "In the Chongbao Club, wealth does not show off, people do not show their faces, those who privately snoop on others' privacy, those who attempt to uncover other people's masks will be killed without mercy! Of course, if you want to expose your identity and attract the attention and revenge of others, you must also be responsible for your own life and death."

After hearing what the old man said, Lin Yun opened the package in his hand and looked at it in the dim light. The thing in it was a burqa that was a head hood that covered the whole body, and there was also an evil ghost mask that was black all over, and there was no material to see, only the eyes and mouth exposed.

Ji Haotian thought for a moment, took out a black robe and covered it with the mask, and directly hid all the details around him.

"Boom--"

The ground trembled, and the two iron doors in front of him slowly opened, and the old man also made a gesture of invitation: "The treasure door is opened, the shopping and auctioneer goes to the life door, the seller goes to the death door."

"Lin Yun, I'm leaving."

Seeing that the door of life and death opened, Ji Haotian took Lin Yun's hand and walked slowly inward.

"In the door of life and death, there are two rules. One is to take photos and retain images. The other is that once you enter the door of life and death, you will take care of your own life and death." As the old man's words sounded, the two iron doors trembled and returned to their original position.

When you enter the gate of life and death, there is a passage that is more than ten meters long in front of you, but the lighting facilities inside are complete and are no longer as gloomy as outside. The walls are dry and smooth, and there is no mold or moss. It is obvious that it has been carefully maintained.

As he walked forward, Ji Haotian had already heard the noise coming from the front and stepped into the passage as if he had entered another world.

The underground world under the Saint Temple is the size of a football field, and it is just a main hall with countless seats for people to rest. There are countless entrances and exits around the hall that are closed with iron doors, and I don’t know where it leads.

Looking up, countless stalagmites hanging down above the head, like a sharp sword hanging on their head, which makes people intimidate.

In the brightly lit hall, hundreds of people had been gathered, all wearing black robes and covered with evil ghosts. Even if they couldn't see their faces clearly, the exposed eyes were full of vigilance and cruelty.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yun leaned against Ji Haotian again and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Ji Haotian clearly said before that the one who came to participate in today was an ordinary auction, but now it seems that it doesn’t look normal. Not only is the environment depressing, but it is full of gloom.
Chapter completed!