The Dream Master

At this moment, there was a muffled noise in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere, and it whistled in a moment, completely obscuring the sky.

The sky, which was originally not bright, suddenly became completely dim, almost the same as the night.

The surrounding fog was swept by this strange wind, like a wall of air surging, it was so powerful that it was so heavy that it was almost impossible to walk normally.

In desperation, he had no choice but to withstand 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 in front of him. His heart couldn't help but his heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to run Yang Gang Qi to protect the body.

But when he saw it clearly, he discovered that the corpse was still holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, which was a clay Maitreya statue.

After sinking around the Buddha statue, he saw a darkened armored statue holding a magic pestle standing with his back. Naturally, it was the protector god Veda, but there were only two holes in his eyes, which made him look more and more ferocious.

"Excuse me, bother..." Shen Luo said in a low voice while holding a palm.

As a cultivator, whether it is Buddha or Tao, one should always respect three points.

After sinking through the collapsed courtyard with fallen leaves, he saw the Daxiong Palace inside at a glance. The exterior looked fairly complete, but there were many leaks in the doors and windows, and there was a faint fire light inside.

"Someone?" Shen frowned and walked over carefully.

When he arrived in front of the temple, he did not immediately enter, but leaned against the hole in the door and window to look inside.

I saw that the temple was full of withered grass, and the god seat in the center was not a statue of Buddha, but a three-headed god with a weird appearance, holding a shovel in his hand, which looked somewhat funny .

But this is not surprising. The folks originally had the habit of worshiping local gods. It may be someone who has done salvation and salvation during his lifetime. After his death, he was molded into a golden body and became a flesh Buddha.

At the foot of the idol, a pile of withered grass was simply spread into a bed, on which was lying a beggar with messy hair and tattered body, sleeping sideways inward.

Not far from him, sat a short, ugly man wearing a short brown shirt with a dysentery on his head, with a black hatchet on his waist, and two bundles of firewood beside him. He looked like a woodcutter. husband.

In the corner of the main hall, many floor tiles shattered and collapsed into a large hole with a puddle of green rainwater.

Shen Luo looked outside for a while, and saw that the two of them hadn't noticed his existence, so he opened the door and walked in.

When the dilapidated palace door was pushed open, there was a loud "creak", and immediately after it was opened, a yellow wind followed in, blowing the fire on the ground into a "huhu" sway.

The woodcutter only noticed the sinking. Seeing him covered with blood, he couldn't help but shrank back, his face full of fear.

"Brother, don't be afraid, the wind is strong outside, I came in to hide, and leave when the wind stopped." Shen Luo smiled, turned and closed the hall door, wrinkling his nose.

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

Seeing that he didn't seem to be malicious, the woodcutter moved the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a timid smile, and stretched out his hands in a gesture of asking to sit.

Shen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still asleep. He didn't seem to know that someone had come in. With his hands folded in his sleeves, he walked silently to the right side of the fire and sat down.

The woodcutter took a glance at the sinking, and then hurriedly averted his gaze, his expression cautious, and he dared not speak.

Shen Luo didn't mean to speak either. After scanning the surrounding area, he stared at the fire in a daze.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly turned, looking towards the hall door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of "wow", and the two wooden doors of the main hall were pushed open vigorously. Seven or eight people were dressed in strong clothes.

Under his guard, a black-faced young man wearing a chain mail guarding his front and back walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man in a brown satin robe, behind them were a dozen servants. Man in costume.

As soon as these guards entered the hall, they saw that there were already people in the hall. They couldn't help but drew out their swords, all of them looked nervous, as if they were approaching an enemy.

The gray-haired old man hurriedly hid his body behind the black-faced young man who looked like a guard leader, stuck out a small part of his face anxiously, and looked at the woodcutter and Shen Luo.

Shen Luo followed the figures of these people and looked out, vaguely seeing carriages and horses staying in the front yard, which seemed to be a small caravan passing by.

"Who are you?" The black-faced young man narrowed his eyes, pointed the tip of his sword to Shen, and asked.

The blood on his body is really eye-catching.

When Shen Luo saw this, he was startled, thinking about how to explain, but the woodcutter beside him was already kneeling on the ground, his face was so pale, his whole body trembled like chaff.

"Uncle, uncle...I'm just a firewood in the village, and I don't have much money. You're forgiving, forgive me..." He kept begging for mercy, and kowtowing, as if he was treating these people as bandits who cut paths.

It was the beggar who slept too deadly. Even though there was such a big movement in the temple, he fell on the spot motionless, as if he was still asleep.

The black-faced youth listened to the woodcutter's words, but didn't pay any attention at all. He just stared at the three of them with solemn expression, and his eyes stayed more on Shen Shen.

"I was robbed on the road. I couldn't take my life before I escaped here." Shen Luo explained helplessly when he saw this.

"Offended." The black-faced young man's expression remained unchanged, and he beckoned.

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

Shen Luo looked at it a little and found that the compass was simple in style, and it looked like it was made of brass. A thumb-sized gray jade was inlaid above the center pointer, and a small cluster of white gas could be vaguely seen inside.

"Essential Stone..." Shen Luo said inwardly.

I saw the black-faced young man clenching the hilt of the sword in one hand and holding the compass in the other, and swayed in his direction first, and the eyes of the others also moved to sink.

The compass stopped facing him for a moment, the pointer on it didn't move at all, and it didn't look any strange.

The black-faced youth flickered his eyes and moved the compass to the beggar who was sleeping on the god seat, and nothing happened.

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

However, when the compass turned to the kneeling woodman, the pointer suddenly turned wildly out of control, and the primordial stone inlaid in the middle also burst with a "bang".

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