At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere, but it roared in a moment, completely obscuring the sky.

The originally unclear sky has now become completely dark, almost the same as the night.

The fog around was blown by this strange wind, like a wall of air rolling in, it was extremely powerful and could hardly walk normally.

In desperation, he had to walk into the ancient temple step by step in the strong wind.

As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Chen Luo saw a fat headless corpse sitting cross-legged in front of him. His heart couldn't help but tighten, and he subconsciously wanted to activate the yang energy to protect himself.

But when he saw it clearly, he found that the corpse was still holding a string of Buddhist beads, which was a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.

After Shen Luo walked around the Buddha statue, he saw a statue of a dark armored god standing with his back on his back, naturally the guardian god Wei Tuo, but there were only two holes in his eyes, which looked even more ferocious.

"Disturbation..." Chen Luo whispered while holding up a palm.

As a practitioner, no matter whether it is Buddha or Tao, you should always respect three points.

It sinks through the collapsed courtyard of the sutra towers all over the ground, and you can see the Main Hall inside at a glance. The exterior looks quite complete, but there are many broken doors and windows, and there are faint fires inside.

"Someone?" Chen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over carefully.

When he arrived in front of the hall, he did not go in immediately, but leaned against the holes in the door and window and looked inside.

I saw that the hall was full of dead grass. On the throne in the middle, the statue was not the statue of Buddha and Bodhisattva, but a three-shaped statue of god with strange looks, holding a shovel in my hand, which looked a bit funny.

However, this is not surprising. People have the habit of worshiping local gods. Maybe they are good people who have done things to save suffering during their lifetime. After their death, they were shaped into golden bodies and offered to the fleshly Buddha.

At the feet of the statue, a pile of dead grass was simply laid into a bed, and a beggar with messy hair and ragged body lying on it, sleeping inward.

Not far from him, a thick and ugly man in short brown clothes and a slutty head was sitting. He had a short black axe around his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him, looking like a woodcutter.

In the corner of the hall, many floor tiles were broken and collapsed, and a large pit was collapsed, with a pool of green rain.

Shen Luo looked outside for a long time, but when he saw that the two of them had not noticed his existence inside, he pushed open the door and walked in.

The "creaking" sound when the dilapidated hall door was pushed open. After opening it, a yellow wind immediately blew in, swaying the fire on the ground.

The woodcutter noticed Chen Luo. Seeing his blood all over his body, his body shrank back and his face was full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, it's strong wind outside. I'll come in and hide. If the wind stops, then leave." Chen Luo smiled, turned around and closed the door, and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

The smell in this temple is really bad, and it is filled with a damp and rotten smell everywhere.

Seeing that he seemed to be malice, the woodcutter slightly touched the corner of his mouth, showed a timid and flattering smile, and stretched out his hands to make a seat.

Chen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still asleep. He seemed to have no idea that someone had come in. He closed his hands in his sleeves, walked silently to the right side of the fire, and sat down.

The woodcutter looked at Chen Luo for a moment, then hurriedly looked away, with a restrained expression and did not dare to speak.

Chen Luo had no intention of talking. After scanning the surroundings for a while, he stared at the fire and stared at it in a daze.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and he looked towards the palace gate.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "slam" sound, and the two wooden doors of the hall were pushed open vigorously. Seven or eight young and strong guards wearing strong clothes and hanging swords on their waists rushed in.

Under his escort, a black-faced young man wearing a chain mail to protect the back of his heart, walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man in a brown satin robe, followed by a dozen men in a wardrobe attire.

As soon as these guards entered the hall, they saw that there was already someone in the hall. They immediately pulled out swords and swords in unison, each of them nervously looking like they were facing a great enemy.

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

Chen Luo followed the figures of these people and looked out, and vaguely saw cars 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 slightly, pointed his sword tip towards Shen Luo, and asked.

The blood on his body was really eye-catching.

Seeing this, Chen Luo was stunned. Just as he was thinking about how to explain, the woodcutter beside him had already kneeled to the ground, his face was so pale, and his whole body was trembling like a sieve.

"Uncle, uncle... I'm just a firewood harvester in the village. I don't have much money. Please spare me, please..." He begged for mercy and bowed and kowtowed, as if he was treating these people as robbers who cut the path.

However, the beggar was sleeping so hard that even though there was such a big movement in the palace, he still fell still in place, as if he was still in his sleep.

The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but ignored it. He just stared at the three of them with a serious expression, and his eyes remained on the sinking body.

"I was robbed on the road and finally saved my life before I escaped here." Chen Luo explained helplessly when he saw this.

"Occursed." The black-faced young man waved his hand.

Another guard next to him immediately took out a round compass the size of a palm and handed it to his hand.

After a brief look at Chen Luo, he found that the compass was simple in style, and it seemed to be cast in brass. A piece of gray-white jade the size of a thumb was inlaid above the center pointer, and a small cluster of white gas could be vaguely seen inside.

"Yuan Shi..." Chen Luo said in his heart.

The black-faced young man clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand and held the compass with the other hand. He shook in his direction first, and the other people's eyes moved toward the sinking.

The compass paused at him for a moment, and the pointer on it did not move at all, and it seemed nothing unusual.

The black-faced young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he moved his compass to the beggar who was sleeping against the throne of the gods, and nothing happened.

Seeing this, most of the caravans relaxed.

However, just as the compass turned to the kneeling woodcutter, the pointer suddenly turned wildly like an out of control, and the Yuan stone inlaid in the middle also exploded with a "bang".
Chapter completed!