Great Dream Master

At this moment, there was a muffled noise in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere. It was a momentary whistle. Cover the sky completely.

The sky was originally not bright, this time has become completely dim, almost the same as the night.

The mist all around was swept away by this strange wind, like a wall of air surging, it was so powerful that it was blown so that Shen Luo could hardly walk normally.

In desperation, he had no choice but to face the strong wind and step by step into the ancient temple.

As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw a fat headless corpse sitting in front of him.

But after 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 Buddha.

Shen Luo walked around behind the Buddha statue, and saw a dark body, holding the Demon Subduing Pestle armor Divine Idol standing with his back, naturally it is the protector god Veda, but only two eyes Hollow, it looks more and more ferocious.

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

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

Shen Luo walked through the collapsed courtyard with fallen leaves and saw the Hall Of Great Strength inside at a glance. The exterior looks fairly complete, but there are many leaks in the doors and windows, and there is a faint fire inside. NS.

"Someone?" Shen Luo frowned and walked over carefully.

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

I saw withered grass on the floor in the temple. The divine throne in the middle was not Divine Idol of Buddha Bodhisattva. It was a three divine Idol with weird appearance, holding a handful of iron in his hand. Something that looks like a shovel, looks somewhat funny.

But this is not surprising. The folks have a custom 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 body. Buddha.

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

Not far from him, there is a short, ugly man in a short brown shirt with a dysentery head, with a black hatchet on his waist, and two bundles of firewood next to him. He, it seems to be a woodcutter.

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

Shen Luo looked outside for a long time, and saw that the two of them had not noticed his existence, so he opened the door and walked in.

When the dilapidated palace door was pushed open, the "creak" sound was very loud, and immediately after it was opened, a yellow wind followed in, blowing "hu hu" on the fire on the ground.

The woodcutter only noticed Shen Luo. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he couldn't help shrinking back, his face was full of fear.

"Old Brother, don't be afraid, the wind is strong outside, I came in to hide, and leave when the wind stops." Shen Luo laughed, turning around and closing 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 two hands in a posture of inviting him to sit.

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

The woodcutter took a glance at Shen Luo, then hurriedly averted his gaze, his expression restrained, and he did not dare to speak.

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

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

Immediately after hearing the sound of "oh la la", the two wooden doors of the great hall were pushed aside vigorously. Seven or eight young and strong guards dressed in strong suits and swords hanging on their waists Zi rushed in.

Under his guard, a dark faced youth wearing chain mail and a front back, walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man wearing a brown satin robe. Behind them were a dozen men dressed as servants.

As soon as these guards entered the great hall and 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 facing a big enemy.

The gray-haired old man hurriedly moved his body to hide behind the dark faced youth who looked like a guard leader, and stuck out a small half of his face anxiously, facing the woodcutter and Shen Luo. Check it out.

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

"Are you who?" The dark faced youth narrowed his eyes, pointed his sword at Shen Luo, and asked.

The blood on his body is really eye-catching.

Shen Luo saw this, startled in his heart, thinking about how to explain, but the woodcutter beside him was already kneeling on the ground, his face was so pale that he was shaking like chaff.

"Uncle, uncle... I'm just a firewood in the village. I don't have much money on my body. You are forgiving. You are forgiving..." He kept begging for mercy, and kowtowing his head, as if he was taking these people Treated as a gangster who cut the path.

It was the beggar who slept too hard, even though there was such a big movement in the temple, he was still motionless in place, as if he was still asleep.

The dark faced youth listened to the words of the woodcutter, but didn't pay any attention at all, but stared at their three people dignifiedly, focusing more on Shen Luo's body.

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

"Offended." The dark faced youth looked unchanged and waved.

Another guard on the side immediately took out a palm-size 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 cast in brass. A thumb-sized gray White Jade Stone was inlaid above the center pointer, and a small cluster could be vaguely seen inside. white gas.

"essence stone..." Shen Luo secretly said in one's heart.

I saw the dark faced youth clenching the hilt of the sword in one hand and holding the compass in the other. The direction moved towards him was swayed, and the eyes of others moved towards Shen Luo.

The compass stopped at him for a moment, and the pointer on it was completely motionless, and it didn't look any strange.

The dark faced youth's eyes flickered and moved the compass to beggar, who was sleeping on the divine throne, 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 essence stone inlaid in the middle also burst with a "peng" sound. Got out.

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