MM Racing Chapter 6, Transit Station, Great Thunderclap Temple [New book, please read!]
Chapter 6, Transit Station, Great Thunderclap Temple [New book, please read!]
The tremor came without any warning.
First, the stone slab beneath my feet suddenly pushed upwards, as if someone had swung a hammer at me from below.
Zhang Ziling fell face-first into the mud, his chin hitting the stone slab, and he cried out in pain.
Li Changqing fell to the side, his shoulder slamming against the coffin wall, letting out a muffled groan.
Someone bumped into a classmate's knee, and someone slammed their back on the ground, gasping for breath in pain.
The girl is screaming.
The boy is cursing.
The backpack and cell phone slid around on the ground like dice being shaken.
A hiking stick rolled from left to right, hit the coffin wall, bounced back, and was then blocked by a person's back.
The vibration is uneven.
It fluctuates in strength.
It lasted for about ten seconds.
When they stopped, the coffin was in a mess.
Zhang Ziling slumped down beside the coffin wall.
He looked down at it, cursed under his breath, picked up his phone and put it in his pocket, his hands still trembling.
Li Wen squatted on the ground, hugging his knees and burying his face in his arms.
My shoulders were trembling; I couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from fear.
Yang Xiao leaned against Lin Jia, her eyes red but she didn't cry out, her lips pressed together until they were white.
Zhou Yi squatted down in front of a girl.
The girl had broken her elbow, and blood was flowing down her arm. It wasn't much, but it looked painful.
Zhou Yi tore open the hem of his T-shirt, pulled off a strip of cloth, and wrapped it around her neck.
The technique was clumsy; it took three loops to tie it securely, but every step was taken with great care.
The girl bit her lip and didn't cry, only gasping for breath when the cloth strip was tied tightly.
Wang Ziwen is counting the number of people.
They called out names one by one, and each person responded to each name, confirming that everyone was present and that no one was seriously injured.
"They're all here."
"It's good that everyone is here."
"Is anyone else injured?"
Liu Yunzhi huddled in the corner, his back pressed tightly against the coffin wall.
His hands were pressed against the bronze patterns on the coffin wall, his face was completely drained of color, and his lips were grayish-white.
During a lull in the tremors, he stole a glance at Su Ye.
The Taoist priest remained seated, his buttocks not moving an inch, and his back never leaving the coffin wall.
While everyone else was swaying, he didn't. It wasn't that he withstood the force of the swaying; it was as if the force didn't even affect him.
Then Liu Yunzhi glanced at Ye Fan again.
Ye Fan steadied himself by holding onto the coffin wall with one hand, and placed the other hand on Pang Bo's shoulder to steady him as well.
The two people were in a horse stance, with their center of gravity very low. Although they were swaying, they did not fall.
Liu Yunzhi superimposed the two images, and a flicker of emotion crossed his eyes.
It's not hatred.
It is fear.
……
After the tremors, the chill inside the coffin was even stronger than before.
The breath they exhaled turned into white mist. Someone rubbed their hands together, but the more they rubbed, the colder they became.
Some people zipped their windbreakers up to their chins and hunched their necks.
Some people hugged their schoolbags tightly, their knees pressed against their chests, shrinking themselves into the smallest possible ball.
Several people who were close to Su Ye quietly moved closer to him after the tremors subsided.
It wasn't because he made any promises.
It's because he didn't shake when everyone else was.
He didn't move when everyone was afraid. He didn't make a sound when everyone was shouting.
This is something in itself.
Something more useful than words in a coffin.
A girl moved to a spot less than a meter away from Su Ye and squatted down.
Her windbreaker hood was pulled up over her head, obscuring her face, but you could see the roots of her hair peeking out from under the brim, trembling slightly.
Then another girl moved over, hugging her knees and curling up. She didn't say anything, but her shoulder slowly touched her companion's shoulder.
Lin Jia moved even closer.
Less than a meter.
She didn't look at Su Ye or say anything; her eyes were fixed on the dark red runes on the coffin door, but her position spoke volumes.
Su Ye closed her eyes.
The World Tree seed in the Sea of Bitterness is still trembling gently.
The vibrations were rhythmic, not rapid, but continuous.
It was as if they were urging him on.
He mentally listed out the things he needed to do next.
Yingluoguxing.
The window of opportunity is short.
The ruins of the Great Thunder Temple are located not far to the west of where the coffin fell.
There's something in the ruins.
Fragments of Buddhist artifacts.
Damaged Buddhist scriptures. Broken Dharma treasures.
In the original story, Ye Fan and his companions found many broken Buddhist artifacts at the Great Thunderclap Temple.
However, most of those Buddhist artifacts were so damaged that only a trace of their original spiritual power remained. They were still effective against ordinary demons, but against beings of the Crocodile Ancestor's caliber...
Useless.
But Su Ye doesn't need to deal with Crocodile Ancestor.
He only needs to obtain the most crucial items from the Great Thunderclap Temple and hold out until the Five-Colored Altar is activated, then he will send them to the Big Dipper Star Region.
The Divine Bridge Realm is nothing in the Big Dipper.
However, with the Buddhist artifacts from the Great Thunderclap Temple and the fortune absorbed by the World Tree seed, his breakthrough speed will be much faster.
Dao Palace, Four Extremes, Dragon Transformation, Immortal Platform...
The road ahead is long.
Su Ye opened her eyes.
A faint, dark red light flashed in his pupils.
He adjusted his breathing, and the divine power in his meridians slowly gathered back into the Sea of Bitterness.
The World Tree seed stopped shaking and quietly sank in the center of the Sea of Bitterness, like a seed still waiting for its time.
……
The coffin suddenly stopped.
then……
Quiet.
A deathly silence.
Lin Jia looked up and asked the question everyone wanted to ask: "Will we...die?"
Ye Fan remained silent.
Pang Bo didn't say anything either.
A voice rang out from the darkness.
"arrive."
It's Su Ye.
He stood up.
The hem of the Taoist robe swayed at her ankles for a moment before settling down.
Ye Fan didn't have time to ask "Where are we?"
Before the words could be uttered, the darkness before them split open.
White light poured in from the crack, blinding Ye Fan.
He shielded his eyes with his arm, and after a few seconds slowly opened them a crack.
The coffin door opened, and Ye Fan saw only a sea of red.
Red sand and gravel covered his feet, and he looked away from his feet and gazed into the distance.
An endless red plain.
There are no mountains, no water, and no trees.
There is nothing of any height.
Only red sand and gravel stretched from your feet to the horizon.
Pang Bo stood next to Ye Fan, completely stunned.
His mouth was open, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"Where...am I?"
Su Ye uttered two words.
"Ying Huo."
Ye Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Ying confused.
This is what the ancients called Mars.
He looked up again at the dark red sky and at the boundless red wasteland below.
There was no water, no plants, and no sign of life.
Lin Jia's voice came from behind, shrill and distorted: "We...are on Mars?!"
There are no oxygen cylinders.
There is no spacesuit.
They were standing on the surface of Mars wearing T-shirts and windbreakers, breathing normally and with normal body temperature.
This is not reasonable.
But the word "unreasonable" became obsolete the moment the nine dragons dragged a coffin away from Earth.
Su Ye did not answer Lin Jia.
He turned around and looked in one direction.
Ye Fan followed his gaze.
At the edge of the red plain, where the horizon almost disappears into the dark red sky, stands a building.
The distance is too far to see the details clearly.
The building's surface is also red, almost blending into the wasteland.
"This is the Great Thunder Temple."
Su Ye's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.
He started walking towards the building.
After taking a couple of steps, he stopped and turned around, his gaze falling on Ye Fan, Lin Jia, and Pang Bo.
"If you don't want to die now..."
He paused.
"Take the ritual implements from the Great Thunderclap Temple."
After saying that, he turned around and continued walking forward.
Pang Bo opened his mouth as if to ask something, why, what kind of magical artifact, and how to use it after taking it.
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Fan pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't ask anymore."
Three words, spoken very softly.
Ye Fan watched Su Ye's retreating figure, took a deep breath, and then started walking.
Pang Bo and Lin Jia caught up.
Behind him, there were more than twenty people, some still trembling in place, while others had already taken their first step and followed one after another.
The red wasteland stretched out into the distance beneath their feet.
The outline of the pagoda lay silently in the dim red light of the sky.