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"Seal the door, close the door! Repair the wall!"

As the saying goes, don’t panic if you have food in your hand, and eat enough smoked bear meat for a month to make people feel confident, and then they start thinking about safety issues, such as repairing walls and rebuilding wooden doors to separate the door.

Not necessarily useful, but fences and doors provide a sense of security.

The front yard is busy.

There is an old well in the backyard of the ancient temple, and pilgrims who come to offer incense in previous years like to use the well to quench their thirst.

The well spring is extraordinary, and the wellhead is polished with a whole piece of bluestone.

A circular wellhead is dug in the middle of the flat boulder, and the edge is carved into a dragon in the shape of an arch. Although the wellhead is round, the inside of the well is square. From the inside to the outside, it means a heaven and a round place, which is unfathomable. The East China Sea is far away.

These days, refugees live in ancient temples and rely on well water to survive.

The walls were repaired, the doors were sealed, and the men were finally able to lie down and rest.

Weeds were bundled to make beds, and refugees were lying under the side rooms and eaves, but no one dared to sleep in the spacious main hall.

Not all out of respect for the life-saving grace.

It's more because of fear. It's okay to enter the main hall to pray for blessings. If you want to be rude, you will have an inexplicable deterrent and oppression.

The strong man who was the leader of the refugees had just lay down when the mad Taoist suddenly appeared beside him.

"I...you old **** trying to scare me to death!"

The old man smiled and looked around to confirm that no one was paying attention here.

"Turn your head, there's something weird in the backyard."

"What's weird?"

The strong man was a little stunned. Could it be that there are evil ghosts in the backyard?

The old man scratched his hair like a chicken coop.

"There is a problem with the well. I was thirsty and went to fetch water just now, but you didn't see that the water mist in the well was like a boiling pot, the vision of water vapor..."

Before he could finish speaking, he sprayed the brawny head at Lao Dao, and the sour smell of tartar made Lao Dao dizzy.

"Bah, bah, bah! Anything! It's like you've been to a private school!"

The old man wiped the saliva on his face and didn't care at all.

"The water vapor hovers around the wellhead, like... a dragon."

"Dragon?"

The burly man with his head turned blank.

Dragon is both familiar and unfamiliar to mortals. Familiarity is because no one knows the real dragon, the emperor calls himself the son of the dragon, and some buildings and utensils can be seen in the image. There are folk customs in various places, and the Dragon King Temple is also very common.

Unfamiliar because no one has ever seen a dragon, it is all based on imagination, so that some fish spirits and water monsters call themselves dragon kings.

How could he have the mind to rest, he hurriedly climbed over Lao Dao's body, put on his shoes, and headed straight to the backyard.

"Oh... oh my old waist..."

The mad Taoist scrambled and followed, and when he came to the backyard, he found that the fog in the well was even thicker.

Above the wellhead, the mist gathers but does not disperse, and there is a slender living creature in a trance, and only the head of the dragon can be seen vaguely, slowly revolving around the wellhead.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, and was overjoyed.

It is rumored that the dragon's residence is a blessed land, free from treacherous intrusions, happiness, longevity and prosperity. Wouldn't everyone be able to survive this disaster?

Bang~ The strong man knelt down directly, and there was a bang on the spot, and his forehead smashed the slate.

Lao Dao was speechless and a little stunned, but he was pulled over his head.

"Ouch~"

Two guys are kowtowing in the backyard.

There is no psychological burden on kowtowing to the Dragon King. Anyway, kowtow to the ancestral temple, the earth temple and the mountain temple, it is not bad to kowtow to the Dragon King, the movements are extremely skilled, the kowtow is divided into several levels, such as ordinary and devout, the head is low and the **** is high .

Suddenly, a light flashed in the sky, as if something fell into the courtyard, followed by an angry shout.

"Untouchables! Go away!"

The two almost ate a mouthful of dirt and got up and ran to the front yard in a daze.

The front yard is messy...

A gilt luxury carriage hangs in the air.

A dozen men and women, either imperial treasures or floating in the air, guarded the carriage. Just because they were able to stand in the air, the head and the mad Taoist knew that this group of people was not easy to mess with, and it was likely that they were some big man.

If they can take themselves and others out of this hell, they will never have to be afraid again.

However, reality is not the same as ideal.

"Get away from it all! It stinks! What the **** stinks?"

The mad Taoist secretly said that it was not good.

A big man in brocade clothes frowned in disgust at the bacon next to the fire under the eaves, and waved his hand vigorously. The strong wind swept away the unseasoned bear corpse. Pieces of bacon burned under the watchful eyes of the refugees, and fell to ashes in an instant...

Quiet, quieter than the dead zone, I just felt a rush of blood rushing to the sky for inspiration, and my eyes were dizzy.

Raising his finger and pointing at the big man, he wanted to scold him, but the old man hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth.

"Turn your head...don't talk if you don't want to die..."

Anger, suffocation, pain, and finally turned into an unwilling sigh.

The difference between ordinary people and monks, the mad Taoist is right, you have to endure if you don't want to die.

The brocade-clothed man who shot to destroy the bacon sneered.

"Oh, a group of ants."

More than a dozen monks supported the luxury carriage to the ground slowly. From beginning to end, they did not look at the refugees under the eaves in the corner. They cleaned up all kinds of daily clutter in front of the main hall. outside.

The carriage stopped, and the people inside did not come out, only saying a word.

"It's better to be surrounded by evil ghosts in hell, there must be magic, find out what's weird about this temple."

The voice was a young man.

"Here."

The lean old man stood up and responded.

Regardless of the image or the legendary temperament, it is far from a mad Taoist priest. The white hair is meticulous, especially the eyes are double pupils. The refugee who is instructed to not look at the beggar, glanced around a few times and walked straight into the hall, and at a glance found the stone wall There is magic.

Walk around the stone wall to confirm that you can't see through, and report the matter to the people in the carriage.

"Reporting to the young master, the stone walls in the temple cannot be seen through."

"Oh? I don't have time to stay here, I will take it back to the mansion and study it slowly."

"Here."

The refugees who heard this were stunned on the spot. They originally thought of holding back and waiting for these evil stars to leave and then come back with some meat~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I didn't expect that they would kill everyone! Do you want everyone here to die if you destroy the temple?

"No! The temple can't be touched! We..."

After all, the head of a martial arts master was knocked down, and he hit the stone wall heavily and landed like a rag pocket.

I can't see who did it at all, the gap is too big.

The refugees panicked, the woman hugged the child in panic, the young adults gritted their teeth and took a step forward with swords and sticks in hand. It's all about dying.

The monks sneered mockingly.

The mad Taoist was in a hurry. He knew very well that ordinary mortals were no different from ants in the eyes of the monks, and if they killed them, they would kill them.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, we are all relying on the protection of the temple to survive, and I also ask you to raise your hands..."

A hand was placed on Lao Dao's face with little strength, but he just pushed him aside, and the big man in brocade robes pushed Lao Dao away and walked straight to the main hall.

Lao Dao stood on the spot shaking all over, his face didn't hurt, he was quite aggrieved and resentful in his heart, he gritted his teeth and tried to hold back.

The brocade-clothed man turned his hand, with a wide-blade axe in his hand, and raised the axe high to slash the hall...

Sudden!

Boom~!

Lightning illuminated the temple, and the sound of thunder and lightning appeared at the same time, indicating that the lightning was very close.

Everyone, including the monk, was shocked.

It suddenly rained heavily in the sky, thunder rumbled and flashed in the dark clouds, and the raindrops hit the face with chills. After finally getting up, he wiped his head and wiped his face.

It has been a long, long time without thunder and rain since the infestation of **** evil spirits.

The lean old man was at a loss, he didn't notice anything unusual, as if it was a very ordinary heavy rain.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the courtyard wall...

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