Big Dream Master

　　　　 At this moment, there was a muffled noise in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere, and it screamed into force 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 fog around 　　 was blown 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 walk into the ancient temple step by step against the strong wind.

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

　　 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 Buddha statue.

　　 Shen fell around behind the Buddha statue, and saw a black armored deity holding a magic pestle standing with his back. Naturally, it was the protector **** Veda, but there were only two holes in his eyes, which made him look more and more ferocious.

　　 "Excuse me, bother..." Shen Luo held up a palm and whispered.

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

　　 Sinking through the collapsed courtyard covered 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 actually a faint fire shining inside.

　　 "Someone?" He frowned, and walked over carefully.

When 　　 came to the 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 that the temple was full of withered grass, and the **** seat in the center was not a statue of the Buddha, but a three-headed **** with a weird appearance, holding a shovel-like thing in his hand, which looked somewhat funny. .

　　 But this is not surprising. The folks have a 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 offered to become a flesh Buddha.

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

Not far from him, sat a short and ugly man in a short brown shirt with dysentery on his head, with a black hatchet on his waist, and two bundles of firewood next to 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 pool of green rainwater.

　　 Shenluo looked outside for a while, and saw that the two people inside hadn't noticed his existence, so he opened the door and walked in.

　　 When the dilapidated temple door opened, the "creak" sound was very loud, and immediately after it was opened, a yellow wind followed in, blowing the fire on the ground "whoop" and swayed.

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

　　 "Brother, don't be afraid, the wind is strong outside, I come in to hide, and leave when the wind stops." 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.

　　 The woodsman saw that he didn't seem to be malicious, so he moved the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a timid smile, and stretched out his two 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 woodman took a glance at the sinking, and then hurriedly looked away, his expression restrained, and he did not dare to speak.

　　 Sinking didn't mean to speak, 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 after hearing the sound of "crash", the two wooden doors of the main hall were pushed open vigorously. Seven or eight young and strong guards dressed in strong clothes and swords hanging on their waists rushed in.

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, and a dozen servants followed behind them. 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 half of his face anxiously, and looked at the woodcutter and Shen Luo.

　　 Shen Luo followed the figures 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.

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

　　 The blood on his body is really eye-catching.

　　 Shen Luo saw this, and 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 sifting chaff.

"Uncle, uncle... I'm just a firewood in the village. I don't have much money. You are forgiving~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Forgive me..." He kept begging for mercy, and kowtowing, as if he was thinking of these people. The bandit cut the path.

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

　　 The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but didn't pay attention at all. He just stared at the three of them with dignity, and his gaze stayed more on Shen Shen's body.

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

　　 "Offended." The black-faced youth'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.

　　 Sinking a little and looking at it, he 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 seen inside.

　　 "Essence 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. He shook 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 dark-faced young man's eyes flickered, and he moved the compass to the beggar who was sleeping on the seat of God, and nothing happened.

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

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

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