There was silence inside, and even the sound of rosin burning in the oil lamp could be heard clearly. Feng Yang said that maybe the guards were lazy and ran to sleep in the ancient temple in front of them.

After extinguishing the rosin, the wind sheep and the wind sound looked around by the light of the thousand-year-old oil lamp on the table, and their faces were amazed.

The hall of the "Houshan Holy Grotto", built by digging a mountain, is about 20 meters wide and about 15 meters high, and above it is a semicircular vault, which is carved with strange patterns, which is seriously faded and mottled, and the air is filled with a light fragrance, a bit like the smell of a defeated gardenia. On the left side of the hall is a double wooden door, which is hidden and should lead to the ancient temple in front.

In the center of the hall, in front of the stone wall to the north, is a long table, on which are placed seven tributes, there are fruits and burned beasts, in front of the tribute are three pine oil lamps, the pine oil in the black pottery bowl is almost full, indicating that someone is specially watched, the upper part of the wick emits a dim yellow light, because it is covered with ashes, the light keeps beating, in this empty and quiet hall, creating a strange atmosphere.

To the surprise of the wind, the deity enshrined above the table was an oval-shaped boat, with sails of semi-circular metal, which had been rusted and stained by the passage of time. At the bow stood a man, short in stature, with a head disproportionately small to his body, wearing a wide-brimmed hat in the shape of a boat, holding a short sword with a bronze five-pointed star engraved on it, his head held high, his eyes angled upwards at an angle of 45 degrees, where the vault was located.

"Oops!"

Screams of terror were heard. When the wind turned around, the wind sheep rekindled the rosin, and was standing in a corner on the far right, covering his mouth with one hand.

The wind sounded around the case and hurried to the far right of the hall, where the wind sheep was standing with his mouth wide open.

The sound of the wind looked in the direction of his finger, and he trembled with fright.

In that remote and dark corner, there was a large pile of pale skulls, stacked neatly, skeletons on top of each other, like firewood, about a thousand of them.

The sound of the wind was too frightened to resist, and he held his breath, grabbed the wind sheep's arm, and moved in the other direction.

"It scared the hell out of me. Wind Sheep let out a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and muttered quietly.

"Where the hell is the exit?" the wind said, looking around, muttering to himself, "There must be a secret door." ”

"I heard that it was here that the 'Wurong Wise Man' sent people to the outside world, but he has divine powers, what should we do?"

"Maybe there will be a way. The wind walked to the left of the statue of the deity and looked closely.

"The shape of this ship is really peculiar, it is so beautiful. Wind Sheep said, crossed over the table, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the sails of the ship.

Only a "clang" sound was heard, followed by the frightened screams of the wind sheep. The wind sound turned around and looked, where the wind sheep was standing--- in front of the case, a deep pit suddenly appeared, the wind sheep fell straight into it, and in an instant the vault above was opened, and countless sharp arrows were fired at the wind sheep in unison, and before he could call for help, he was pierced into a hedgehog, and died immediately.

While the wind was startling, a shrill bell rang in the hall, followed by the shouts of the people in the ancient temple in front of them, "Someone trespassed into the Holy Grotto!" and then there was a rush of footsteps, and the sound of weapons clashing between each other.

In the panic, the wind could no longer take into account the life and death of the wind sheep, so he had to go around the pit and run to the place where he came. Just as he passed through the hall and through the deep pit, countless sharp arrows fell from the sky behind him, and the sound of "whooshing" was incessant, and outside the hidden door, there were the light of torches and shadowy figures.

He jumped into the secret passage, hurriedly picked up a few stones, blocked the gap indiscriminately, and then ran into the secret passage as if he had plunged into a dark river.

The wind was lying on the bed in the wooden house in the trees, looking out the window at the moonlight, caressing the wound on his arm, frightened.

At the same time, in front of the sect master's style, a young girl stood and replied softly: "Sure enough, as the sect master expected, they acted, and the wind sheep has already hung up." ”

"It's a pity that a good cook won't have any good dishes to eat in the future. Feng Yang deserves it, curiosity will hurt him. Style flicked the dust on his clothes, clapped his hands and said, with a look of helplessness and regret.

If I'm not mistaken, that girl is Frost!