Mansha followed the direction pointed by the old man, and could vaguely see the outline of a temple.

Less than a cup of tea, a dilapidated temple appeared in front of Mansha's eyes. This temple is not small, but it seems that no one has been here for a long time.

"Looking at the scale of the temple, it must have been at its peak. It's just that how did you become so dilapidated now?" Mansha asked, a little confused.

"Speaking of this temple, I'm afraid it has a history of thousands of years. It is said that thousands of years ago, our area was also a rich town, because it was close to the Luohe River, so most of the temples built nearby were dedicated to the goddess of Luohe. This temple was the largest and most effective at that time. But thousands of years ago, for some reason, it suddenly rained all day and day in our part of the country, and the torrential rain lasted for three years, and the floods continued, and finally destroyed this originally rich place. The people died and fled, and they became what they are now. The old man slowly told the story that had been passed down by people for thousands of years.

As he spoke, Mansha and the others had already entered the ruined temple under the leadership of the old man, and a musty smell mixed with a strong smell of dust rushed towards him, and even the old man couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his shabby sleeves.

"There will be no mountain bandits and robbers here, and Mrs. Grievance will be here for one night. If nothing else, the old man will go back first. The money is returned to the wife, and the little boy must have a lot of expenses to see a doctor. The old man said, stuffing the purse in his hand and the dozen copper coins that the car guard had given him before into An Ruyue's hand beside Mansha.

"This ......" An Ruyue was a little dazed, and turned her head to look at Mansha.

Before the man sofa could speak, the old man said again: "The old man didn't help much, so naturally he can't ask for this money." Please take it back to Madame. ”

Seeing that the old man was so persistent, Mansha didn't say anything more, just nodded at An Ruyue. Now they are also shy in their pockets, otherwise they don't have to pay attention to this bit of loose money.

After the old man left, the guards who had been driving the carriage took out some clean mattresses from the carriage, and then said to Mansha: "Your Majesty, this temple is dilapidated and messy, and it can only be left for one night, and my subordinates will go to find some dead branches to make a fire and remove the moisture on the earth." ”

An Ruyue had already found a vacant lot, picked up the debris on the side, and went to the surrounding cobwebs. At this time, she took the mattress handed by the guard, frowned slightly, sighed, and spread the mattress on the dusty ground.

After the guards lit the fire, the ruined temple, which had been gloomy and cold, suddenly became warm and bright.

"Your Majesty, you and the little prince and the girl Ruyue will sleep here tonight. We take turns keeping vigil, and if there is any movement, we will wake you up immediately. The guard clenched his fists and said.

Mansha nodded, and when the four guards reached the temple gate, Mansha slowly sat down on the edge of the fire.

Cang Wunian didn't speak all the way, in fact, he rarely spoke in the past three years. At this time, he was looking around by the bright light of the fire in front of him.

Except for a few pillars and some messy rotten wood, there is almost nothing left in the temple. But when he saw the stone statue of the so-called Luohe goddess enshrined in this temple, he was suddenly stunned.

The statue of the goddess is as dilapidated as this temple, and there are even many parts that have been broken and missing. But such a broken statue of the goddess caused a little ripple in Cang Wunian's heart, which didn't know what emotions were.

Ever since Cang Wunian knew that he had lost his soul, he could feel his coldness, not that he didn't want to be close to others, but that there seemed to be an indissolvable coldness in the depths of his soul, so that he couldn't feel any emotional temperature.

He could only rely on the memories of his mother and An Ruyue when his three souls were healthy to get as close to them as possible, and even so, that memory gradually blurred over time.

Cang Wunian was very surprised, he was sure that he had never been to this place, and he had never seen any Luohe goddesses, but why did he actually have a sense of déjà vu when he saw this broken stone statue of the goddess tonight. It seemed to be a long time ago, so long that he thought it was just a dream he had had, and the dream was too vague to see anything clearly.

Just when Cang Wunian wanted to grasp that strange feeling and savor it, his cold heart lake ruthlessly froze the little ripples that had finally arisen.

Seeing that his child had never cared about anything in the past three years, and tonight he was stunned by the broken statue in front of him in this ruined temple, Mansha's heart flashed with doubts, but this doubt was instantly replaced by surprise: Could it be that this statue reminded him of something?

Mansha suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked softly, "Nian'er, why are you fascinated by this statue of the goddess?"

Cang Wunian didn't want to answer this question, because he didn't understand why there was a strange emotion flashing in his heart just now.

"Mother, come to town tomorrow and blindfold the child. Cang Wunian replied lightly.

When Mansha heard this, a touch of sadness welled up in his heart. She has always protected him well in the past three years in the world, and she will not let people look at him much on weekdays, after all, walking in the crowd with Mansha's beautiful appearance is a well-deserved focus, and it is true that few people will look at a child carefully.

It's just that tonight was an accident, I didn't expect that the idiot and the old woman would have such a fierce reaction after seeing Cang Wunian's gray eyes. Could it be that the words of those two people stimulated him? How could he, a dignified little prince of the Shura clan, actually become a monster in the eyes of the mortal people.

"Little Prince, you don't have to take the words of those villagers to heart. The little prince was born so handsome, how can he compare those monsters with you?" An Ruyue obviously thought that the words of the old woman and the idiot had hurt Cang Wunian, and hurriedly spoke out to fight the grievances.

"I just want to avoid some unnecessary trouble. Rest assured, even with my blindfolds, I can sense everything around me. Cang Wunian's tone was as flat as ever, and there was no emotion.

"Whatever Nian'er says is what it is. Rest early, we'll be on our way early tomorrow morning. Mansha saw that Cang Wunian said a rare few more words tonight, although the content of the words made her feel a little sad, but since it was his request, she would agree to him.