Big dreamer

At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere. It roared in a moment, completely covering the sky.

The originally dark sky suddenly became completely dark, almost the same as night.

The surrounding fog was blown by this strange wind, rolling in like a wall of air. It was so powerful that it was so strong that it was almost impossible to walk normally.

In desperation, he had to brave the strong wind and walked into the ancient temple step by step.

As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw a fat, headless corpse sitting cross-legged in front of him. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously started to use Yang Gang energy to protect himself.

But when he took a closer look, he discovered that the corpse was still holding a string of Buddhist beads, which turned out to be a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Shen Luo walked around behind the Buddha statue and saw an armored statue covered in darkness and holding a demon-conquering pestle standing with his back. Naturally, it was Wei Tuo, the protector god. However, there were only two holes in his eyes, which made him look even more ferocious.

"Excuse me, excuse me..." Shen Luo raised a palm and whispered.

As a practitioner, regardless of whether it is Buddha or Taoism, you should always give three points of respect.

Shen Luo walked through the courtyard with fallen leaves all over the ground and the collapsed buildings, and saw the main hall inside at a glance. The exterior looked quite complete, but the doors and windows were mostly leaky, and there was a faint light from the fire inside.

"Is there anyone?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over carefully.

When he arrived at the temple, he did not go in immediately, but leaned against the hole in the door and window and looked inside.

I saw dry grass all over the hall, and what was placed on the throne in the middle was not a statue of Buddha or Bodhisattva, but a weird-looking three-headed statue holding something that looked like a shovel in its hand, which looked a bit funny. .

But this is not surprising. Folks have always had the habit of worshiping local gods. Maybe they were some kind people who had done some good deeds to save people in distress during their lifetime. After their death, they were made into golden bodies and worshiped as physical Buddhas.

At the foot of the statue, a pile of withered grass was simply made into a bed. On it lay a beggar with messy hair and tattered body, sleeping sideways inwards.

Not far away from him, there sat a short, ugly man wearing short brown clothes and suffering from diarrhea. He had a black hatchet on his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him. He seemed to be a woodcutter. husband.

In the inner corner of the main hall, many floor tiles were broken, and a large pit collapsed, with a pool of green rainwater pooling inside.

Shen Luo looked outside for a long time. Seeing that the two people inside had not noticed his presence, he opened the door and walked in.

The dilapidated palace door made a loud creaking sound when it was opened. Immediately after opening, a gust of yellow wind blew in, causing the fire on the ground to "whir" and sway.

Only then did the woodcutter notice Shen Luo. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he couldn't help but shrink back, with a look of fear on his face.

"Brother, don't be afraid. It's windy outside. I'll come in and take shelter. I'll leave when the wind stops." Shen Luo smiled, turned around and closed the palace door, wrinkled her nose.

The smell in this temple is really bad, there is a damp and rotten smell everywhere.

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any ill intentions, the woodcutter twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a timid and flattering smile, and stretched out his hands in a gesture of asking him to sit down.

Shen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still sleeping deeply, as if he didn't know anyone had come in. He folded his hands in his sleeves, silently walked to the right side of the fire and sat down.

The woodcutter glanced at Shen Luo secretly, then hurriedly looked away, with a reserved look on his face, and did not dare to speak.

Shen Luo had no intention of speaking. After scanning the surroundings, he stared at the fire in a daze.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and looked in the direction of the palace door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "crash" sound, and the two wooden doors of the main hall were pushed open with great force. Seven or eight young and strong guards wearing powerful clothes and swords hanging from their waists rushed in.

Under his escort, a dark-faced young man wearing chainmail protecting his front and back walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man wearing a brown satin robe. Behind them were a dozen servants. man in costume.

As soon as these guards entered the hall and saw that there were already people in the hall, they couldn't help but draw their swords in unison, and they all looked nervous, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The gray-haired old man quickly hid his body behind the dark-faced young man who looked like the leader of the guard. He uneasily stretched out half of his face and looked at the woodcutter and Shen Luo.

Shen Luo followed the figures of these people and looked out, vaguely seeing carriages and horses stopping in the front yard. It looked like a small caravan passing by.

"Who are you?" The dark-faced young man narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed the tip of his sword at Shen Luo, and asked.

The blood stains on his body were really eye-catching.

When Shen Luo saw this, he was startled. Just as he was thinking about how to explain it, the woodcutter beside him had already knelt down on the ground. His face was extremely pale and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

"Uncle, uncle... I'm just a firewood collector in the village. I don't have much money on me. Please spare my life, please spare my life..." He kept begging for mercy and kowtowing, as if he regarded these people as bandits who were cutting the path.

The beggar, on the other hand, was so sleepy that even though there was such a big movement in the palace, he still fell on the spot motionless, as if he was still deep in sleep.

The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but ignored them at all. He just stared at the three of them solemnly, his eyes focused more on Shen Luo.

"I was robbed on the road. I managed to escape here with my life." Seeing this, Shen Luo explained helplessly.

"I'm offended." The black-faced young man's expression remained unchanged and he waved.

Another guard on the side immediately took out a palm-sized round compass and handed it to his hand.

Shen Luo took a quick look and found that the compass had a simple style and seemed to be made of brass. There was a thumb-sized gray-white jade inlaid above the center pointer, and a small cluster of white gas could be vaguely seen inside.

"Primordial stone..." Shen Luo secretly thought in his heart.

The dark-faced young man was seen clenching the hilt of the sword with one hand and holding the compass with the other. He shook it in his direction first, and the eyes of the others also moved to Shen Luo.

The compass stood facing him for a moment. The needles on it were motionless, and there seemed to be nothing strange about it.

The dark-faced young man's eyes flickered, and he moved the compass towards the beggar sleeping against the throne, but nothing happened either.

When everyone in the caravan saw this, most of them became relieved.

However, just when the direction of the compass turned towards the kneeling woodcutter, the pointer suddenly started to spin wildly out of control, and the primeval stone embedded in the middle exploded with a "bang".

At the same time, a white light shot out from the compass and hit the woodcutter.