It's early spring.

There had just been a light rain in the sky.

In addition, it is night, the sun sets in the west, and the evening breeze blows, which is inevitably a little cool.

Frozen cattle in spring.

Compared with the biting chill of winter, the cold of spring is more subtle and silent, making people unprepared.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

In the night, the faint sound of the Buddha's horn sounded.

Walking on the narrow muddy country road, Huijue couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name.

Compared with before, he is now in the second fruit, the Dharma is supernatural and protects the body, but the slight cold has no effect.

Fan Yi and the others led the horned scale horses, and they all walked silently.

Their heavy footsteps stepped on the rustic path, making the sound of muddy water splashing, leaving deep footprints.

These horned scale horses were borrowed from the official post of Li County.

Although it is far inferior to Fan Yi's original fierce beast mount, in terms of endurance and foot strength, it is barely good.

These horned scales were tall and large, tall and handsome, with strong limbs, horns on their heads, and sparse scales on their bodies.

Dragon sex.

Many different species are born.

Ryoma is the heir of the dragon clan and the horse demon.

And the horned scale horse is actually the offspring of the dragon horse and the horse.

It's just that after countless generations of dilution, among their bloodlines, the bloodlines belonging to the dragon clan have become very thin.

The advantages that can be brought to them by the Innate Blood Body are very limited.

Except for the stamina and foot strength that are better than ordinary horses, with horns on their heads and a few scales on their bodies, there are almost no other abilities that have been passed down from the dragons.

So they can no longer be called Ryoma, but can only be called Horned Horses.

The Horned Scaly is now a separate race.

Because nowadays, in order to ensure the birth of excellent offspring of horned horses, most of them breed horned horses and horned horses.

"It's almost there, it's just ahead. ”

In the darkness, Fan Yi, who was walking in the front, suddenly spoke.

It's nightfall.

Plus the spring is wet and cold.

Most of the people in the village had already rested early.

Therefore, Fan Yi and his party did not enter the village to bother in the end, but chose a dilapidated temple outside the village.

This is close to the outskirts of Leizhou.

Fan Yi and the others once came here to stay overnight.

At that time, I also stayed in the ruined temple here.

Sure enough, as Fan Yi said, he walked a little distance with his feet up.

Although the night was shrouded, Huijue could still see that in front of the dark night, there was a ruined old ruined temple, standing alone in the wilderness.

The old temple is old and dilapidated, and I don't know how old it is.

It's just that now, there is no incense to worship, and over time, it has fallen apart.

Standing alone in the wild, it looks quite gloomy and desolate.

"This is it. ”

"Let's rest here tonight, and tomorrow the roosters in the village will crow, so get up early and go into the city." ”

Standing outside the ruined temple, Fan Yi said.

"Whoa!"

All the Red Owl sergeants said in response.

The horned scaly horse was left outside, and Hui Jue walked into the ruined temple.

These horned scale horses are all trained by the official post and are very spiritual.

Even if they aren't deliberately tethered, they won't get lost.

In fact, with the strength of the horned scale horses, if they tried to escape, they would not be able to hold back.

A group of people walked into the ruined temple, and the rotten and cold aura in the broken face came to their faces.

The ruined temple is not very large, just a large house of high rafters and bricks.

It was supposed to be a bit grandiose.

It's just that with such a crippled appearance now, nature has nothing to do with style.

In the center of the ruined temple is a statue of a god.

Although it was pitch black in the ruined temple, Huijue could still see clearly, the statue seemed to be a god dressed as a Taoist, but his idol had collapsed, and only the lower half of his body remained.

The upper half of the body and the head, I don't know where it went.

The ground around the statue was sprinkled with crumbs of mud, and it looked very desolate.

When sentient beings believe in you, you are a god, and the incense is full of light and radiance.

If sentient beings don't believe in you, you're nothing.

can only be trapped in this small dilapidated temple, forgotten by others, and slowly moving towards decay and extinction.

That's what Shinto is all about.

"It is said that this was once a itinerant temple. ”

"It seems that a long time ago, some people in the village had the dream of the night god to build such a temple here to worship his golden body. ”

Fan Yi looked at the idol in the room and said,

"But this kind of thing, most of them are just some lonely ghosts who have a little bit of Taoism and deceive the villagers. ”

"Later, I didn't know who passed by and killed this lonely ghost, and the night god who was traveling in this temple could not manifest himself, so naturally no one worshipped it. ”

The inside of the shabby house was also a little damp.

There are still some overgrown weeds on the ground.

As Huijue and the others walked in, several mice were alarmed, and they were all over the ground for a while.

"It's a little shabby, but it's better than sleeping in the open, so we'll spend the night here. ”

Fan Yi opened his mouth and said.

However, as he spoke, a crisp sound of chains colliding suddenly sounded, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the shattered idol.

This black shadow was anxious and fast, and rushed straight towards Fan Yi.

"Be careful!"

The moment the black shadow popped out, Huijue was shocked and blurted out subconsciously.

But at this time, it was obvious that Fan Yi had also noticed it.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly, and the ring-headed broadsword he was carrying in his right hand flashed and was about to be slashed out with his backhand.

But at the critical moment, Hui Jue seemed to see something clearly, his face changed, and he shouted urgently,

"Keep people under the knife!"

Huijue's words fell, and Fan Yi's knife stopped.

And the black shadow jumped out, the fishy wind hit the face, and jumped in front of Fan Yi, but it also stopped abruptly.

"Dangchang!"

The sound of chains colliding and straightening rang out.

The black shadow pounced in front of Fan Yi, but behind it, the chain collapsed, stamping it.

Everyone's eyes condensed slightly, and they could all see clearly at this time, the black shadow turned out to be a person.

A defenseless man with a disheveled head.

After he jumped out, he squatted on the ground like a wild dog, his eyes were fierce, and he let out a strange cry that seemed very fierce towards Fan Yi.

"Ahh

He shouted, fangs and claws, and kept biting forward.

It's a pity that the iron rope stomped him, and he had no way to reach Fan Yi at all.

After a lot of tossing, he seemed to have finally given up.

With a low cry, he used his hands and feet together and crawled back behind the idol.

"It's ...... Alone?"

Fan Yi held the ring-headed big knife in his hand and said with some surprise.

"Amitabha. ”

In the face of Fan Yi's words, Hui Jue recited the Buddha's name, but his face was also a little surprised.