At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere. It roared in a moment, completely covering the sky.
The originally dark sky suddenly became completely dark, almost the same as night.
The surrounding fog was blown by this strange wind, rolling in like a wall of air. It was so powerful that Shen Luo could hardly walk normally.
In desperation, he had no choice but to brave the strong wind and walk into the ancient temple step by step.
As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw a fat, headless corpse sitting cross-legged in front of him. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously started to use Yang Gang energy to protect himself.
But when he took a closer look, he discovered that the corpse was still holding a bunch of Buddhist Bead in its hand, which turned out to be a clay sculpture of Maitreya.
Shen Luo walked around behind the Buddha statue, and saw an armored statue covered in darkness and holding Demon-Subduing Pestle standing with his back. It was naturally the protector god Weituo. However, there were only two holes in his eyes, which made him look even more ferocious.
"Excuse me, excuse me..." Shen Luo raised a palm and whispered.
As a practitioner, regardless of whether it is Buddha or Daoism, you should always give three points of respect.
Shen Luo passed through the courtyard with fallen leaves all over the ground and the collapsed building, and he saw Great Hero Hall inside at a glance. The exterior looked quite complete, but there were many holes in the doors and windows, and there was a faint light from the fire inside.
"Is there anyone?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over carefully.
When he arrived at the temple, he did not go in immediately, but leaned against the hole in the door and window and looked inside.
I saw that the floor of the hall was covered with withered grass, and what was placed on the throne in the middle was not the statue of Buddha or Bodhisattva, but a weird-looking three-headed statue, holding something that looked like a shovel in its hand, which looked somewhat funny.
However, this is not surprising. Folks have always had the habit of worshiping local gods. It may be that some kind person who did something to save people in distress during his lifetime was molded into a golden body after his death and worshiped as a physical Buddha.
At the foot of the statue, a pile of withered grass was simply made into a bed, on which lay a beggar with messy hair and a tattered body, sleeping sideways inwards.
Not far away from him, there sat a short, ugly man wearing short brown clothes and suffering from diarrhea. He had a black short ax on his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him. He seemed to be a woodcutter.
In the inner corner of the hall, many floor tiles were broken, and a large pit collapsed, with a pool of green rainwater pooling inside.
Shen Luo looked outside for a long time. Seeing that the two people inside had not noticed his presence, he opened the door and walked in.
The dilapidated palace door made a loud "squeaking" sound when it was pushed open. Immediately after opening, a stream of Yellow Wind blew in, making the fire on the ground "whoosh" and sway.
Only then did the woodcutter notice Shen Luo. Seeing that he was covered in blood, he couldn't help but shrink back, with a look of fear on his face.
"Brother, don't be afraid. It's windy outside. I'll come in and take shelter. I'll leave when the wind stops." Shen Luo smiled, turned around and closed the palace door, wrinkled his nose.
The smell in this temple is really bad, there is a damp and rotten smell everywhere.
Seeing that he didn't seem to have any ill intentions, the woodcutter twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a timid and flattering smile, and stretched out his hands in a gesture of asking him to sit down.
Shen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still sleeping deeply, as if he didn't know anyone had come in. He folded his hands in his sleeves, silently walked to the right side of the fire and sat down.
The woodcutter secretly looked at Shen Luo, then hurriedly looked away, with a reserved look on his face, and did not dare to speak.
Shen Luo had no intention of speaking. After scanning the surroundings, he stared at the fire in a daze.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and looked in the direction of the palace door.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "crash" sound, and the two wooden doors of the main hall were pushed open by someone Great Strength. Seven or eight young and strong guards dressed in powerful clothes and swords hanging from their waists rushed in.
Under his escort, a dark-faced young man wearing chainmail protecting his front and 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 hall and saw that there were already people in the hall, they couldn't help but draw their swords in unison. They all looked nervous, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The gray-haired old man quickly hid his body behind the black-faced young man who looked like the leader of the guard. He uneasily stretched out half of his face and looked at the woodcutter and Shen Luo.
Shen Luo followed the figures of these people and looked out, vaguely seeing carriages and horses stopping in the front yard. It looked like a small caravan passing by.
"Who are you?" The black-faced young man narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed the tip of his sword at Shen Luo, and asked.
The blood stains on his body were really eye-catching.
Shen Luo was startled when he saw this. Just as he was thinking about how to explain it, the woodcutter beside him had already knelt down on the ground, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
"Uncle, uncle... I'm just a firewood collector in the village. I don't have much money on me. Please spare my life, spare your life..." He kept begging for mercy and kowtowing, as if he regarded these people as bandits who cut the path.
The beggar, on the other hand, was so sleepy that even though there was such a big movement in the palace, he still fell on the spot motionless, as if he was still deep in sleep.
The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but paid no attention to them. He just stared at the three of them solemnly, his eyes focused more on Shen Luo.
"I was robbed on the road and I managed to escape here with my life." Seeing this, Shen Luo explained helplessly.
"I'm offended." The black-faced young man's expression remained unchanged and he waved.
Another guard on the side immediately took out a palm-sized round compass and handed it to his hand.
Shen Luo After taking a quick look, he found that the compass was simple in style and seemed to be made of brass. There was a thumb-sized gray-white jade inlaid above the central index, and a small cluster of white gas could be vaguely seen inside.
"Yuan Stone..." Shen Luo secretly thought in his heart.
The black-faced young man was seen clenching the hilt of the sword with one hand and holding the compass with the other. He shook it in his direction first, and the eyes of the others also moved to Shen Luo.
The compass stopped facing him for a moment. The index on it was motionless and nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
The dark-faced young man's eyes flickered, and he moved the compass towards the beggar who was sleeping against the throne, but nothing happened either.
When everyone in the caravan saw this, most of them became relieved.
However, just when the direction of the compass turned to the kneeling woodcutter, the indicator suddenly started to spin wildly out of control, and the Yuan Stone embedded in the middle also exploded with a "bang".
At the same time, a white light shot out from the compass and hit the woodcutter.