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Zhang Rui Hurrying to the "Temple of Mercy and Grace," I felt the changes in the surrounding environment. As he walked deeper into the ancient town, the streets became narrower and the buildings older. Sparse lights cast deep shadows, giving the place a mysterious atmosphere.
On the outskirts of the town, the "Temple of Mercy and Grace" stood in this quiet and dilapidated place. The temple has been abandoned for many years, with missing roof tiles and peeling paint on the walls, showing the erosion of time. Vegetation has taken over the temple's stone steps, growing lush moss and ferns after years of neglect.
In the dim light of the night, the "Temple of Mercy and Grace" appeared particularly mysterious. The beams of flashlights carried by Zhang Rui, Li Minghan, and Yang Dawei illuminated a path leading to the temple's gate. But apart from the illuminated area, everything around was pitch black, and the leaves of the trees rustled in the breeze, creating an eerie atmosphere.
The plaque on the temple gate had already decayed, leaving only a few blurry Chinese characters that were difficult to discern. As they walked into the temple, the sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty hall, and the tall wooden pillars cast long shadows. The interior seemed filled with the sediment of history, as if one could still hear ancient prayers and the murmurs of deities.
The air is filled with the moist smell of dew, accompanied by a faint aroma of incense. Several candles on the candlestick have already been extinguished, but under the beam of light, the shadows of the remaining candles are cast on the wall, making the whole space even more eerie.
Li Minghan is jumping with excitement, the beam of the flashlight in his hand dancing as if welcoming Zhang Rui. He is nervously looking forward to tonight's adventure.
"Hey, Zhang Rui, you made it!" he shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the abandoned temple. His face was filled with excitement and curiosity, his eyes shining with anticipation. He had thought Zhang Rui might not come, but now that he saw him, he felt particularly excited.
Yang Dawei followed closely behind, quickly focusing the flashlight's beam on Zhang Rui, illuminating his figure clearly. His brow furrowed slightly, as if contemplating the significance of this adventure. "Zhang Rui, do you really believe there are mysterious events in this place?" he asked, his voice tinged with doubt, as if questioning the rationale of this adventure.
Zhang Rui nodded slightly nervously, standing between two friends and feeling their anticipation. He replied, "I'm not sure, but I want to explore." His voice sounded somewhat unsure, but inside he was filled with curiosity and eagerness for the unknown.
The three of them approached the entrance of the "Temple of Mercy and Grace," their flashlight beams probing the darkness inside, as if waiting for their adventure to begin.
In the dark shadows, the three of them worked together to open the door of the "Temple of Mercy and Grace," the creaking sound particularly harsh in the night. Li Minghan waved the flashlight, sending a bright beam of light into the depths of the temple, revealing a scene filled with ancient statues and stone walls with a long history. The place exuded a strong sense of mystery, as if time had frozen here, and everything stood still.
Li Minghan turned to Yang Dawei and asked, "Yang Dawei, didn't you inquire with the nearby residents earlier? Did they say anything?" His voice was full of curiosity, hoping to learn more secrets about the "Temple of Mercy and Grace" from the local residents.
Yang Dawei answered with a mix of excitement and fear, "The residents say that strange things often happen here. Many people have seen Will-o'-the-wisp here, and strange dark shadows appear from time to time. There used to be many reports of missing persons, and people believe that this place is influenced by some mysterious force." His voice trembled slightly, seemingly affected by the stories of the nearby residents.
The three continued to advance towards the depths of the temple, the flashlight's beam piercing through the ancient stone walls and statues, casting eerie shadows. Each step felt like treading on the traces of history, enveloped in an indescribable sense of tension.
Three people cautiously crossed the main hall of the "Temple of Mercy and Grace," the beam of the flashlight illuminating the original position of the deity statue. They tried to carefully discern which deity the statue represented, but the passage of time had blurred the statue, leaving only some broken traces, making it impossible to identify.
Just as they were discussing whether to continue exploring, a dark shadow suddenly crawled from the statue, startling Yang Dawei, who immediately jumped back. In the light, the shadow became clear, revealing that it was just an ordinary mouse. Li Minghan couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, Yang Dawei, you almost scared me, it's just a mouse."
Yang Dawei awkwardly scratched his head, "Sorry, a little nervous."
The three decided to continue deeper into the "Temple of Mercy and Grace", turning towards the side hall on the left. Here, they found the enshrined deity had been deliberately damaged, with fragments scattered on the ground, indicating the desolation and neglect of this place. The eyes and face of the deity had been completely destroyed, making it impossible to discern its original appearance, leaving only broken stones and lingering vines.
This scene made them feel eerie. Li Minghan furrowed his brow and said, "It seems like this place has been abandoned for a long time, but why would someone destroy the statues of the gods? Could it be that someone is trying to hide something?" His voice was filled with curiosity and doubt.
As they were discussing, suddenly there came a sound of movement from the side hall on the right. This sound, like a mixture of faint footsteps and deep breathing, made their hearts race and their hair stand on end. They looked at each other, not knowing if they had misheard or if there were other creatures in this ancient temple.
Li Minghan whispered, "Did you hear that? What's that sound?" He increased the brightness of the flashlight, trying to illuminate a farther distance.
Yang Dawei nervously gripped the flashlight and nodded, "I did hear it, but I'm not sure what it is. Maybe just the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves."
Zhang Rui also alertly raised the flashlight and looked in the direction of the side hall on the right. They decided to proceed carefully to investigate, filled with both unease and curiosity in their hearts.
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