After nightfall, Yunmeng Village was silent.

Although the truth of the legend of the monsters in Yunmeng Village is that the villagers who incarnated as fish demons at night scared themselves, due to cognitive impairment, the villagers still reduced their travel at night, and even the lights in the rooms were turned off early.

In the dim streets, only the sound of Shen Yuan's footsteps remained.

The location of Longjun Temple is to the east of Yunmeng Village, which is already close to Dongting Lake.

According to the introduction of the father, the place where the Longjun Temple is located used to be the water area of Yunmeng Daze, until one day the ancestors of Yunmeng Daze dried up Yunmeng Village established a village here and built the Longjun Temple to worship Longjun.

In fact, in the entire waters of Dongting Lake, the Longjun Temple is not only Yunmeng Village, but the Longjun Temple in Yunmeng Village is undoubtedly the one with the longest incense worship time and the most complete preservation.

Walking all the way towards the Dragon Monarch Temple, Shen Yuan was also observing other details of the entire Yunmeng Village.

Although Yunmeng Village is a village, it is much larger than ordinary villages, and the road layout and house structure in the village are quite exquisite.

All the buildings seem to be guarding the Longjun Temple in the east.

With the cold moonlight, Shen Yuan saw the whole picture of Longjun Temple clearly.

Rather than a temple, the Longjun Temple in front of me is more like a palace that has shrunk several times, without resplendent decorations, showing an indescribable sense of ancient majesty.

The walls are filled with myths and legends, and although most of them have rotted away from the long hours of wind and rain, you can still see a dragon soaring above the nine heavens overlooking the world.

At the main entrance, a huge plaque hangs here, I don't know how many years have passed, and even the wood has decayed, like a naturally growing wooden texture to put together two huge fonts.

Cloud Dream!

Shen Yuan stopped in front of the Dragon Monarch Temple, and did not step directly into it, but looked at the vermilion gate that was not closed.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A violent cough sounded, and then a slender old figure slowly walked out from behind the gate of the Longjun Temple with a kerosene lamp in his hand.

The faint light of the kerosene lamp swayed in the wind, and the old and thin face was uncertain, with a bit of strange color.

"Young man, why do you come to this Dragon Monarch Temple without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

The old man asked, his voice hoarse, like a dilapidated wooden door slowly closing.

Shen Yuan bowed slightly to the old man in front of him, and said with a normal expression:

"I traveled to Dongting Lake today, and I heard that there is the oldest Longjun Temple in Dongting Lake in Yunmeng Village, and I came here to visit this temple."

The old man said with a cold expression:

"Visiting Longjun Temple during the day, it's better not to wander around in the middle of the night, the night in Yunmeng Village is not very peaceful."

The transformation of villagers from humans to fish happens at night, which is naturally related to the time of night, and if Shen Yuan is here during the day, he will find nothing.

"There are some self-protection measures, the old gentleman doesn't have to worry, as for the matter of entering the temple, please ask the old gentleman to make it convenient."

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled, and he glanced at the Maine behind Shen Yuan.

His eyes paused slightly, and then the old man spoke in cold words:

"If something strange happened in this Dragon Monarch Temple, don't blame me for not reminding you."

As he spoke, the old man turned around and walked towards the temple with a kerosene lamp in his hand.

Seeing this, Shen Yuan also stepped into the Dragon Monarch Temple.

Although the Longjun Temple was built magnificently, it was built thousands of years ago after all.

Villagers in the past may have repaired the temple if they have enough money, but as more and more people go to the big cities to work, the management of the temple gradually decreases.

In addition to repairing the external buildings during the New Year's holidays, the interior of the Longjun Temple has long been dilapidated.

Most of the side halls next to the main hall have already collapsed, and the remaining ones are also crumbling.

The old man stretched out his hand and pointed to the collapsed side halls, and introduced by the light of the kerosene lamp flickering in his hand:

"Those side halls should have been enshrined by Yunmeng Daze's thirty-six angry generals, twelve water gods, and left and right turtles, but most of them have been destroyed a long time ago, and there is nothing to see."

"In the entire temple, only the main hall dedicated to this dragon monarch remains, which is relatively well preserved."

Shen Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that there were so many gods enshrined in this Dragon Monarch Temple.

However, when I thought that Yunmeng Daze was comparable to the four desecrations at his peak, I was also a little relieved.

Which of the four desecrated dragon monarchs is not a god under his command? It is normal for Yunmeng Dragon Monarch to be able to have so many gods under his command.

Merely......

"Have you never heard of these names?"

The old man suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Yuan, with a look on his face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Shen Yuan nodded and responded:

"On the way to Yunmeng Village, I also learned some myths and legends about Yunmeng Daze with a captain, but I haven't heard of any characters such as General Futao and the Twelve Roads Water God."

"Huh! It's normal for you not to know that they're actually normal. ”

The smile on the old man's face became more and more weird: "These betrayers have long been condemned by the Dragon Monarch, and of course they are not qualified to leave legends in this world. ”

"Betrayer?" Shen Yuan was puzzled.

The old man did not answer Shen Yuan's question, but slowly walked in the direction of the main hall with a kerosene lamp in his hand.

Shen Yuan didn't notice that under the faint light of the kerosene lamp, the old man's shadow was slowly changing.

Following the old man into the only well-preserved main hall, the first thing he was greeted by was a cold air.

This yin qi is not only the yin cold on the flesh and blood level, but also has a chill that seems to freeze the soul.

Shen Yuan's heart immediately lifted, and he looked around with a cautious gaze.

The old man seemed to be unaware of this, and slowly came to the offering table with a kerosene lamp in his hand, and lit the candles in the hall with the flickering flames on the kerosene lamp.

The bright light of the fire gradually enveloped the entire hall, dispelling the unknown chill that had existed before.

It was only at this moment that Shen Yuan saw the deity enshrined in the center of the hall.

It was a majestic statue of a dragon-headed human body, and the huge sculpture was almost as tall as the entire main hall.

The statue is dressed in a black and gold costume, which is decorated with ancient totems that travel through clouds and rain, and a pair of azure dragon eyes seem to encompass infinite waters.

Although it is only a sculpture, it gives people a sense of oppression as if a god has descended.

"Mr. ......"

The Maine was overwhelmed by this dragon monarch statue, and subconsciously called Shen Yuan, but saw Shen Yuan staring at the old man in front of the dragon monarch offering table with a serious face.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, the distorted shadow behind the old man gradually became clear, and it showed the appearance of a dragon's head and a human body.

On his face, the cloudy eyes had been replaced by dark golden vertical pupils, and fine scales covered his forehead.

"Cultivator, tell me what you mean!"