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"Shut up the door! Fix the wall!"

As the saying goes, if you have food in your hand, you don’t panic. You can eat enough smoked bear meat for a month. Then you start to think about safety issues, such as repairing the fence and rebuilding the wooden door to separate the outside.

Not necessarily useful, but walls and gates can bring a sense of security.

The front yard was busy.

There is an old well in the backyard of the ancient temple. In the past, pilgrims who offered incense liked to quench their thirst with the well water.

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

A circular wellhead is dug in the middle of the flat boulder, and a dragon is carved on the edge to make a guard. Although the wellhead is round, the inside of the well is square. Looking from the inside to the outside, it means that the sky is round and the place is unfathomable. The distant East China Sea is connected.

These days, refugees shelter in ancient temples and survive on well water.

The fence was repaired, the gate was sealed, and the men were finally able to lie down and have a good rest.

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

It’s not all about honoring the grace of saving lives.

It's more because of fear. It's okay to pray for blessings in the main hall. If you want to be rude, there will be an inexplicable deterrent and oppression, and you can't sleep well at all.

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

"I... you old ghost wants to scare me to death!"

The old man smiled and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention.

"Hold on, there's something weird in the backyard."

"What's weird?"

The brawny man was a little dazed. Could it be that a ghost came in from the backyard?

The old man scratched his messy hair like a chicken coop.

"There is a problem with the well. Just now the old man was thirsty and went to fetch water. You didn't see it. The water mist in the well is like boiling a pot. The vision of water vapor..."

Before he could finish speaking, the brawny man sprayed wildly at the old man, and the sour smell of tartar made the old man dizzy.

"Bah, bah, bah! It doesn't matter! It's as if 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 over the wellhead, like... a dragon."

"dragon?"

The strong man's eyes were blank.

Dragons are both familiar and unfamiliar to ordinary people. Familiarity is because no one knows the real dragon. The emperor calls himself the son of the dragon. Some buildings and utensils can see the image. There are folk customs in various places to worship the dragon, and the Dragon King Temple is also very common.

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

Not thinking about resting, he quickly climbed over the old Taoist body, put on his shoes and went straight to the backyard.

"Hey... oh my old waist..."

The crazy Taoist scrambled and crawled to follow, and when he reached the backyard, he found that the fog in the well was thicker.

Above the mouth of the well, the mist gathers but does not dissipate and circulates. There is a slender living creature in it, and only the head of the dragon can be vaguely seen, slowly rotating around the mouth of the well.

The brawny man took a deep breath, and then he was overjoyed.

It is rumored that the residence of the dragon is a blessed place, free from treachery and evil, so that everyone can survive this disaster?

Boom~ The brawny man knelt down, his head slammed on the spot, and his forehead hit the stone slab hard.

The old man was speechless and a little dazed, but his head was pulled.

"Ouch~"

The 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 land temple, and the mountain temple. Kowtow to the Dragon King is not bad. The movements are extremely skilled. There are several levels of kowtow, such as ordinary and pious. The head is lower and the butt is higher. up.

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

"Untouchable! Go away!"

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

The front yard is a mess...

A gilded luxury carriage hangs in the air.

More than a dozen men and women, either imperial treasures or floating, guarded the surroundings of the carriage. Just because they could stand against the sky, the head and the mad Taoist knew that this group of people was not easy to mess with, and they might be some important person. When they were nervous, they felt hot.

If they can take themselves and others out of this hell, they won't have to worry about it anymore.

However, the reality is not the same as the ideal.

"Get the hell out of here! It stinks! What the hell stinks?"

The mad Taoist secretly thought something was wrong.

A big man in brocade clothes looked at the bacon by the fire under the eaves and frowned in disgust. He waved his hand vigorously, and the strong wind swept away the undried bear carcass. Pieces of bacon burned under the eyes of the refugees, and fell to ashes in a blink of an eye...

Quiet, quieter than the dead zone, I only feel a rush of blood rushing to the sky when I turn my head, and I feel dizzy before my eyes.

He raised his finger at the big man and wanted to curse, the old Taoist hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand.

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

Anger, aggrieved, pain, finally turned into a sigh of unwillingness.

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

The big man in brocade who destroyed the bacon sneered.

"Oh, a group of ants."

More than a dozen monks escorted the luxury carriage to the ground slowly, and did not take a second look at the refugees under the eaves in the corner. They cleaned up all kinds of daily debris in front of the main hall, swept the pots and pans to the corner, and threw the dirty bamboo pole sledge to the wall. outside.

The carriage came to a complete stop, but the people inside did not come out, they only said a word.

"It's not as good as being surrounded by evil spirits in hell. There must be miracles. Find out what's weird about this temple."

The voice was that of a young man.

"Here."

The lean old man stood up and responded.

No matter the image or the temperament in the legend is far from that of a mad Taoist, the white hair is meticulous, especially the eyes are double pupils, and the beggar-like refugee who got the order to look does not look at the beggar, glanced around and walked straight into the hall, and found the stone wall There are miracles.

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

"My young master, I can't see through the stone wall in the temple."

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

"Here."

The refugees who heard this were stunned on the spot. They originally wanted to wait for these evil stars to leave before getting some meat back, but they didn't expect them to kill everyone! Do you want everyone here to die if you destroy the temple?

"No! The temple cannot be touched! We..."

At any rate, the head of the martial arts master was hit hard and flew backwards, hitting the stone wall heavily like a rag bag and falling to the ground.

It is impossible to see who made the move at all, the gap is too big.

The refugees panicked, the woman hugged the child in horror, and the young adults gritted their teeth and took a step forward with swords and sticks. It was true that they were afraid of the monks, but they also knew that once the stone wall was destroyed, they and others would not be able to live, anyway. It's all dead why not fight.

The monks sneered mockingly.

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

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, we all depend on the protection of the temple to survive, and please raise your hands..."

One hand was pressed on the old Taoist's face, the strength was not great, it just pushed him aside, the big man in brocade clothes pushed the old Taoist away and walked straight to the main hall.

The old Daoist stood there trembling 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 big man in brocade clothes flipped his hands, and he had an extra broad-bladed ax in his hand. He raised the ax high and wanted to chop the hall...

Sudden!

Boom~!

Lightning illuminates the temple, and thunder and lightning appear at the same time, indicating that the lightning is very close.

Everyone, including the monk, was shocked.

Suddenly it rained heavily in the sky, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in the black clouds, the raindrops slapped my face and made it cool, I finally got up and wiped my face with my head, confused and unbelievable, it was raining?

It has been a long, long time since there has been no thunder or rain since the demons of hell have flooded.

The thin 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 gate of the courtyard wall...

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