July 14, dusk.

Henan, Kaifeng, Qingyuan County.

Guo Ao was exhausted and stood in the wilderness on the outskirts of the county. He stared at the small temple in front of him.

The once prosperous incense finally could not withstand the invasion of time, and painted the shadow of defeat on the vermilion door wall, so that the remaining vermilion was also defeated. The red is no longer eye-catching, and in the gray twilight, there is a faint feeling of desolation, like an old woman who has lost her youth, looking at everything in front of her desolate and powerless.

On the small lintel, there is a plaque with three rusty characters on it: "Temple of Wealth"

Guo Ao couldn't help but exhale, stretched out his hand and pushed the temple door open. The old wooden door let out a hoarse sound and slowly opened. There was no incense in the temple, and the ruined god was placed alone in front of the god of wealth who had withered away from the mud, and it was the last two teeth that the old man shook off.

This is another very ironic thing, no one does not want to get rich, but the incense of the Temple of Wealth is often the worst, almost worse than the Land Temple. Guo Ao walked in slowly, his expression a little surprised. With his ten years of sword cultivation, the sword qi around his body has really reached the realm of natural liveliness and touching things, but he has only released the sword qi far away several times, but he has not noticed the breath of a human being at all. Could it be that this person who made a post from the God of Wealth and asked himself to come here to meet him actually failed to make an appointment in the future? Guo Ao was convinced that this would be impossible, he exhaled a few breaths, slowly adjusted his internal breath, and prepared to wait.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound on the case, and Guo Ao's sword qi shook up and raised his head suddenly. I saw that the God of Wealth in the case of God slowly opened his eyes!

Those eyes were as black and translucent as paint, but they didn't have the slightest emotion, and they stared at Guo Ao coldly, like a true god in the upper realm. It's really not like human eyes, because no human eye is so cold!

A chill appeared on Guo Ao's back, the twilight of the temple secretly merged, and there was a sadness all around, like a group of ghosts gathering at night, about to open a feast of hell in this temple!

But the idol froze, and did not speak, nor moved, but stared at him coldly. Guo Ao couldn't help but shiver for a while, and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost, if you don't come out again, I will tear down this temple and make it a mess!" ”

The statue of the God of Wealth suddenly rattled again, and its closed hands slowly opened. I saw that he was holding a string of paper money, on which three big characters were written in thick ink: "Follow me!" ”

Guo Ao saw clearly that the statue of the God of Wealth suddenly and slowly retreated, and actually disappeared into the wall behind the small temple! The wall was swarthy, like a big mouth, silently engulfing the idol, but it was still closed, and there was no trace of it!

Guo Ao was suspicious, and when he stepped forward to look, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. It turned out that there was a big hole in the wall, but the wall and the wall were blackened with smoke, and in the twilight, it was really like a whole wall. I heard a soft gurgling sound from inside, and the idol retreated more and more in.

Guo Aohao smiled: "Look at how long you have been pretending to be a ghost?" When I catch up with you in a while, I'll tear you apart! ”

At this time, he also saw that the statue of the God of Wealth was equipped with a mechanism, and once it was opened, it would walk automatically. This is somewhat similar to the wooden people in the wooden alley of Shaolin Temple, but at first glance, people can't help but be surprised.

Suddenly, there was a light in my eyes, and two oil lamps suddenly lit up on the wall of the cave. The blue light and forest forest illuminate the surroundings in a gloomy place, the characters move around, and the shadows are building, just like the underworld. Guo Ao shook his head, only to see the statue of the God of Wealth moving forward slowly, and he followed slowly at the moment.

This scene is mysterious again, a little more gloomy.

The statue of the God of Wealth walked very slowly, and as Guo Ao walked by, there were oil lamps constantly shining on the two walls. There was a violent noise behind him, and Guo Ao turned around in shock, and saw that the entrance of the cave when he came was actually closed! Guo Ao's heart was shocked, but at this time, he had already gone far, and if he wanted to escape again, where could he be? Since there is no hope of turning back, you can only move on. Fortunately, Guo Ao was originally a wave, and he really didn't take life and death to heart. laughed at the moment, quickly caught up with the statue of the God of Wealth, patted it on the shoulder and said, "Brother God of Wealth, now I can only rely on you to send me out." But if you don't want to go out, it's up to you. With you on the Huangquan Road, it's really not lonely. It's just that after I am reincarnated in the next life, you have to take care of me more, and don't make me a poor bastard anymore. ”

When he said a word, he patted the shoulder of the statue of the God of Wealth, and he kept chattering, and he couldn't stop patting. When he reached the seventh shot, a steel hoop suddenly popped out of the shoulder of the statue of the God of Wealth, and it quickly and incoherently went to his wrist!

Guo Ao is known as the sword god, and although the cultivation on a sword does not dare to say that he is alone in the world, he is also serious. If the statue of the God of Wealth had been plotted at the beginning, Guo Ao would have promised that the sword would be unsheathed in an instant, and it would be shattered into pieces with a single sword. But it didn't attack for a long time, and it wasn't until Guo Ao took the seventh shot that the mechanism popped up. You must know that if you shoot more than once, people's vigilance will be more than one point, and when you shoot for the seventh time, then there will be no vigilance at all. Guo Ao almost regarded it as a completely harmless clay doll, but where would he have thought that it also had a vicious mechanism? Hearing only the popping sound, the steel hoop tightened his right hand.

Guo Ao smiled. He stared at the statue of the God of Wealth, as if watching a mischievous child play a prank: "Do you know who I am? Do you think this hoop can trap me? ”

He stretched out his left hand and shook it, saying, "See?" I still have a hand. As long as I move this hand, you will fall apart, do you believe it or not? ”

Of course, the statue of the god of wealth did not know what it meant to believe it or not, but just looked at him quietly. Guo Ao shook his head and said, "It's useless to tell you this puppet, prepare to die!" ”

His hand shook, and a lightning-like light rose from his body, flashed in the air, turned into a thunderbolt-like cold light, and shrouded the statue of the God of Wealth. This move contains almost all the essence of Guo Ao's swordsmanship, even if it is a first-class master of martial arts, it may not be able to dodge, let alone a clay statue of the God of Wealth? The light cracked, but the statue of the God of Wealth was unconscious, and a pair of eyes as calm as a lake looked at Guo Ao quietly, just like a god looking at a dead man.

The light quickly shone over the head of the God of Wealth. But at this moment, Guo Ao felt a slight pain in his wrist, and he could feel an extremely small sharp needle popping out of the steel hoop and piercing his muscles. In the same way, if the steel hoop was on his wrist and this thin needle popped out, Guo Ao would definitely be able to condense his whole body power between lightning and fire, and shatter it before it broke his body and pierced his skin, but when it popped out at this time, Guo Ao was already powerless.

The sword light on his body suddenly dimmed, and he didn't even touch the statue of the God of Wealth, but it was reduced to a long sword, and the light was faint and fell to the ground. Guo Ao's face was full of disbelief, he couldn't have imagined that he, known as the young sword god, would be knocked down by a statue of the God of Wealth!

The green light of the cave swayed slowly, and the statue of the God of Wealth just hung its head quietly and looked at Guo Ao, motionless.

Li Qingchou came to the Temple of Wealth.

The night was even more bleak, it was a cloudy day, there was not even a trace of starlight in the sky, and this small temple of the god of wealth was like a giant beast crouching on the empty field, waiting for the arrival of new prey.

There are creatures in the sea, and their bodies are so large that it is difficult for them to move them, so they lie on the bottom of the sea all day long, and they only open their mouths as wide as possible, and countless fish and shrimp swim into their mouths with the current. They only need to close their mouths and swallow after their prey enters, and they can provide for their own survival. The current Temple of Wealth is like a creature under the sea. Its mouth is already open.

Li Qingchou stretched out his hand to push the temple door. The moment his hand touched the temple door, he suddenly hesitated, his nails were originally curled up, but now they slowly opened, and Li Qingchou used these long nails to push the temple door open. The temple door let out a hoarse sound and slowly opened. Li Qingchou's hand hung down, and his long nails curled up again.

There was no incense on the case, and the shabby God of Wealth was holding a gold ingot made of clay in his hand, and stood behind the case with a smile on his face. Without the nourishment of incense for a long time, this smile looks cringe and flattering, as if begging for Li Qingchou's almsgiving.

Li Qingchou sighed, when he came here five years ago, there was an old temple in the God of Wealth Temple, who was chattering about collecting incense money from everyone who came, but now there is no one left, and even the temple is dilapidated like this. The God of Wealth is in charge of the world's money, why is his idol broken like this? Li Qingchou looked at this statue with his hands down, and couldn't help but feel out of it.

Suddenly, I heard a shuddering sound from behind the temple, as if someone was walking this way. Next to the statue of the God of Wealth is a small door, which leads to the courtyard behind the Temple of Wealth, where the old temple Zhu lived. Li Qingchou coughed, raised his voice and said, "Zhudaoren, is it you?" ”

No one answered, and the broken voice still rang non-stop, as if the wisher was dragging his body and walking this way, walking for a long time, but still not reaching the door. Li Qingchou felt strange in his heart, and suddenly there was a "squeak", and the small door was violently pushed open.

A tall figure stood at the door, silently looking at Li Qingchou. His hair was disheveled, his beard was dirty, and he could barely see his face, and then in the faint darkness of the night, he could faintly see the dirty and sloppy Taoist robes on his body. Li Qingchou raised his voice again and said, "Zhu Dao Chang, is it you?" ”

The man didn't say a word, just looked at Li Qingchou quietly. The small door that had been violently pushed open kept creaking, fanning back and forth, and hitting him one by one. The man didn't seem to know it.

Li Qingchou felt strange in his heart, and when he took a step, he suddenly felt a strange feeling, the man's Taoist robe was worn backwards.

The meaning of reverse wear is that the front placket that should have been in the front was worn to the back by him, and the back of the robe, which was supposed to be in the back, was worn to the front by him. The robe was fat and wide, and although the Zhudao person was tall, it was quite strange to wear it like this.

The man's throat made a hoarse sound, and he bent back in a very strange position. Li Qing's hair stood on end in an instant, because he could see clearly that the man was not wearing clothes backwards, but that he was simply with his back in front and his chest behind! His whole body was bent by a strange force, and his head was folded behind his back, but he didn't know how to still be alive! At this time, he only bent down like an ordinary person, but the whole person had already bent into a strange arc!

What was even more shocking was that as if he didn't realize it, his two hands bent over and struck him on the back a few times. His strength was a little bigger, and the two eyeballs staring at Li Qingchou were shaken, and suddenly fell to the ground!

The red-white eyes fell to the ground, dripping and spinning, and a bloody breath spread around them.

Li Qingchou's scalp exploded for a while, and suddenly he saw the eyes of the statue of the God of Wealth open suddenly!

He couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and stepped back at full speed. At this moment, an extremely thin black thorn silently protruded from the pitch-black wall behind him, and stabbed him very slightly.

Li Qingchou was struck by lightning, and his body quickly became stiff. A stream of green gas spread rapidly from the pinhole, and in the blink of an eye, it had eroded his whole body. Li Qingchou couldn't stand anymore, his body shook for a while, and he fell to the ground with a bang! When he hit the ground, there was a sound like wood hitting the ground.

The two dark eyes of the Taoist stared at Li Qingchou's body in a daze, motionless.

Li Qingchou desperately struggled to maintain the last shred of sobriety, but his mind became more and more confused, and finally, the mysterious green surrounded the entire vision, losing the light and darkness of the world. The green grew thicker and thicker, and at last it gradually turned into the deepest darkness, engulfing him.

A figure slowly appeared on the reckless field, slowly but surely walking towards the Temple of Wealth. His steps were slow, but there was a taste of reluctance, as if once he had taken it, he would never take it back. His eyes weren't looking ahead, because he knew his goal was ahead. He never goes wrong, and this time was no different.

The Temple of Wealth still crouched there alone, shaking the night into the darkness. The erosion of time has made him desolate, but it has never cared, silently from the beginning of heaven and earth, and has been waiting for this past martial arts visitor until the eternity.

Iron Hate slowly walked to the door, slowly pushed the door open, and slowly walked in.

He is so methodical and careful in everything he does. Because he knows that he only has one life, but there are many people who want his life. If he hadn't been so careful, he would have died thirty-eight times.

The Temple of Wealth was swarthy and could not see anything. The night is dark. Iron Hate shook the flames, and the ruined scene immediately caught his eye. The gold ingots in the hand of the God of Wealth are just like its smile, so false that it never attracts attention. The same failed god case was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the offering bowls on it were incomplete, and each broken bowl was filled with half a bowl of dust. Next to the bowl was a half-stained candle stuck in a patina-covered candlestick. Tie Hate carefully pulled out the half of the candle, looked at it carefully, shook his head, put it on the divine case, took out half of the candle from his bosom, reinserted it on the candlestick, and lit it with fire.

The candlestick had not been used for a long time, and the patina on it was almost a finger thick. The candle that Iron Hate planted was not long, for he had always been incorruptible, and he did not have much money to squander. How much salary can a head catcher who has not been promoted for many years have?

Iron Hate blew out the fire, and the light of the candle shone like a bean on him. Iron Hate stood motionless. He was waiting, waiting for the man who had given the God of Wealth post to appear. Today is the fourteenth day of July, and if this man does not show up at that time, he will be free. Why should he wait a little longer for the sake of freedom?

Iron Hate had patience, he didn't even change his posture, and waited for an hour and a half in this small temple of Caishen. No one came.

The silence of the night seemed sacrosanct, and even the sound of insects could not be heard. The only thing that moved was the flickering candle flame. But after so long, the flame of the candle also gradually dimmed, and the candle oil fell for a long time, and the candle was burned to the end.

When the candle burst to the last one, the rock-like figure of Iron Hate moved, and he took another candle from his bosom and leaned towards it.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the God of Wealth statue on the god case slowly stirring the corners of his mouth, forming an extremely teasing smile. Iron hatred was shocked, and the hand holding the candle was in the air, unable to reach out again.

The God of Wealth laughed silently, and the more he laughed, the more cheerful he became. From the tightly narrowed eyes, two cold rays that did not belong to the world shot out, and they were firmly covered by Iron Hatred. Although Tie Hate was bold and had never believed in ghosts and gods, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and his hand holding the candle trembled involuntarily!

The candle in the candlestick finally fulfilled its duty, and as the last long wax tears flowed, the flickering candle flame gradually dimmed and faded. But another strange flame rushed up, and Bi Sensen reflected the iron-hated shave eyebrows. Iron Hate turned his head in shock, and saw that the layers of rusty candlesticks were actually burning with the short-lived candles! The flame was so green that it rushed straight to the ground, and the cold wind that blew in through the crack in the door could not blow it away in the slightest!

Iron Hate was so frightened that he opened his mouth to exhale, but suddenly found that he could no longer make a sound! He clutched his throat hard, trying to scream, but there was not even a sound. The great silence completely covered him like a nightmare, and then the volley fell into the air. Iron Hate felt that his mind was being pressed away from his body by the nightmare, and his mind was blurred.

It's just that for no reason, the smile of the God of Wealth became clearer and clearer, and finally it was the only thing he could see. Iron Hat's eyes opened wide, staring at the corners of the statue of the God of Wealth like a lizard, lying on the ground, unable to move again. The statue of the god of wealth stared at him, four lifeless eyes staring at each other, a god without mercy on one side and a dead man without consciousness.

The blue light from the candlestick is getting stronger and stronger, and the blue light faintly reveals a fragrance, which gradually spreads in the small temple of the God of Wealth. It seems that when the West Heaven has come to the wonderful place, the fragrance of the heavenly rain mandala. But no one could smell it anymore