The temple is not large, and even a little dilapidated, and it looks like an ordinary deserted camping temple.

But Eleven found that the incense on the temple altar was flourishing, and it seemed that many people had come here to worship.

In front of the bronze statue of the main hall of the temple sat a monk in a tattered robe, with dark skin, a thin body, and a low head.

Eleven slowly walked towards the monk, who remained motionless and seemed to be lifeless.

He slowly squatted down, and after a long time, he finally realized that the monk was not asleep, but really out of breath.

Eleven immediately became uneasy.

He touched the monk's snort and said in surprise, "Dead?"

He raised his head and glanced at the offering table above the temple, those tributes should have been put up not long ago, didn't anyone find out that the monk was dead?

Just as he stood up and was about to walk elsewhere, he suddenly heard a voice in his ears: "You're finally here!"

Eleven was surprised to find the source of the sound, and soon he found that the sound was actually made by the monk in front of him.

I saw that the monk who had been dead for a long time actually opened his eyes, and his two eyes were glowing with golden light, which was particularly dazzling in this dark temple.

"You .......," Eleven said, his eyes wide, pointing at the monk.

Soon he discovered an even stranger thing, he had been entering this temple for a long time, why hadn't the scholar Jin Luan come in yet.

"Don't look at it, it's just you and me in this place!" the old monk said again.

Eleven doesn't know where this monk comes from, but since he can seal the temple so that others can't enter, he must not be able to get out now!

Thinking of this, he calmed down, he was originally a person with a natural indifferent personality.

"Who are you?" asked Eleven as he walked back up to the monk.

"I am the presiding officer of this temple!" the monk began.

"Do you know me?" Eleven still remembered the monk's words just now, and it seemed that he had already known that he would come.

The monk didn't nod or shake his head, just opened his golden eyes and said, "I know you, but you don't know me anymore!"

"Do you really know me?" Eleven asked, pointing strangely at herself.

Only then did he realize that the monk's legs were broken, and he had obviously been lame for many years, and he himself had never been to this place.

So how does this monk know himself?

"Come here!" the monk suddenly beckoned to Eleven, motioning for him to come closer.

Although Eleven was a little wary in his heart, he still walked in front of the monk, squatted down, and sat opposite him.

The monk suddenly stretched out a finger and quickly pointed towards Eleven's eyebrows.

There was a faint golden light on the monk's fingers, and when that light hit Eleven's eyebrows, it disappeared in an instant.

Eleven closed his eyes and felt like he had entered a dream, a wonderful world.

Countless clouds floated around him, white cranes chirped in unison in the sky, and a huge golden light surged towards him in the distance.

Eleven saw that he had his hair scattered, a sword pinned to his waist, and a multicolored turtle under his feet, wearing golden armor.

At the same time, there were three strange people standing in each of the three directions around him.

One of them was a tall man, with blue hair, surrounded by a dragon head around him.

On the other side, a woman with a fiery red body and a pair of wings on her back.

On the other side, a stout man with a white body and a white tiger at his feet.

The golden light in the distance finally flew in front of him, and it turned out to be a golden arrow in the sky.

The tall man took out a sword out of nowhere, and slashed at those arrows head-on, a green silk flew behind him, and behind him, the huge dragon head actually began to grow a section of its body, and the dragon head roared at those arrows, and soon, the tall man disappeared into the sea of clouds across the dragon head.

And the fiery red woman and the snow-white stout man suddenly had some anxiety on their faces, shouted loudly, and flew out after the tall man.

Eleven stood in place in confusion, and those arrows from the sky smashed on his body without any reaction, as if it didn't hurt or itch.

Eleven noticed a silver shield around his body, blocking all the arrows.

The three people in front of him were already far away, and he looked around in confusion, not knowing where to go.

Suddenly, a huge golden halberd appeared in the distance, and the speed of the halberd was so fast that it flew in front of Eleven almost in the blink of an eye.

Eleven thought that the silver light shields around him would protect him, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as the halberd touched those silver light masks, the light shields shattered instantly, and the silver light in the sky spilled down.

And the multicolored turtle under his feet instantly became huge, blocking in front of Li Zi.

The golden halberd poked into the turtle's back, and a hard crash sounded immediately.

Eleven saw with his own eyes that the back of the divine turtle had begun to slowly ooze blood, and cracks had appeared where the halberd pierced the back shell.

Suddenly, a man in golden armor, like a god, came to him.

It turned out that he was the owner of the golden halberd.

I saw him staring at himself with cold eyes, and the halberd was held in his hand, and in an instant, the force on the halberd increased several times.

The back of the Colorful Divine Turtle was torn apart, and Eleven screamed and fell from the sky.

And the golden-armored giant holding the halberd looked at him coldly, with mockery in his eyes.

Eleven fell into the abyss of clouds, and he woke up!

At this time, the old monk on the opposite side had already put down his fingers, his shoulders were loose, and he seemed to have no strength at all.

Eleven remembered everything just now, although it was a dream, but it felt so real in his heart, the huge multicolored turtle, the golden-armored giant with cold eyes, as if everything had really happened.

"Who am I?" he muttered in confusion as he resounded through the temple.

"You are the Emperor of True Martial Arts!" the old monk's eyes had gradually begun to dim, and his faint voice came.

When Eleven raised his head again and looked at the old monk opposite, the old monk had already lowered his head and closed his eyes.

At the same time, the stone wall god statue above his head began to fall apart.

The walls of the entire hall began to crack.

The old monk's thin and swarthy body on the ground began to disappear, leaving only a pile of tattered clothes on the ground.

A wooden sword appeared in Eleven's hand at some point.

The wooden sword was dark all over, and there were bursts of sandalwood on it.

There was a sudden light all around, and all the surrounding roof walls collapsed, and Eleven slowly walked out of the temple with a wooden sword.

In the distance, the scholar fell asleep on the donkey.