At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound in the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew out of nowhere, and it roared into momentum in a moment, completely obscuring the sky.

The sky, which was already not bright, suddenly became completely dark, almost indistinguishable from night.

The surrounding fog was blown by this strange wind, like a wall of air rolling and surging, and it was so powerful that it was almost impossible to walk normally.

In desperation, he had no choice but to brave the wind and walk into the ancient temple step by step.

As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw an obese headless corpse sitting in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and he subconsciously wanted to use the Yang Gang Qi to protect his body.

But when he saw it clearly, he found that the corpse was still holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, which was a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.

Shen Luo bypassed behind the Buddha statue, and saw a black body, holding a demon pestle in armor and standing with his back to him, naturally it was the protector god Wei Tuo, but there were only two hollows in his eyes, which looked more and more hideous.

"Excuse me......" Shen Luo said in a low voice as he raised his palm.

As a cultivator, whether it is a Buddha or a Taoist, you should always pay respect.

Shen Luo walked through the courtyard full of fallen leaves and collapsed buildings, and saw the Daxiong Treasure Hall inside at a glance, the appearance looked quite complete, but the doors and windows were leaky, and there was a faint fire inside.

"Someone?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over cautiously.

When he came to the front of the hall, he did not enter immediately, but leaned against the hole in the door and window and looked inside.

I saw that the hall was full of dry grass, and the statue in the center was not the statue of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, but a strange-looking statue of three gods, holding a shovel-like thing, which looked somewhat funny.

However, this is not surprising, the people have the habit of worshiping local gods, maybe some meritorious and good people who did things to save the suffering and help the poor in their lifetime, and after death, they were molded into a golden body and offered to become a Buddha in the flesh.

At the foot of the idol lay a simple bed of withered grass, on which lay a beggar with messy hair and rags, who fell asleep on his side.

Not far from him sat a stocky, ugly man dressed in a short brown shirt with leprosy, with a short black axe pinned to his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him, who looked like a woodcutter.

In the corner of the wall near the main hall, many floor tiles were broken, and a large pit collapsed, and there was a pool of green rainwater inside.

Shen Luo looked outside for a while, and saw that the two people inside had not noticed his existence, so he pushed open the door and walked in.

When the dilapidated temple door was pushed open, the "squeak" sound was very loud, and immediately after it was opened, a yellow wind blew in, blowing the fire on the ground "whirring" and swaying.

Only then did the woodcutter notice Shen Luo, and seeing that he was covered in blood, his body couldn't help but shrink back, and his face was full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, brother, it's windy outside, I'll come in and hide, and leave when the wind stops. Shen Luo smiled, turned around and closed the door of the hall, and couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

The smell of this temple was really unpleasant, and there was a smell of dampness and decay everywhere.

Seeing that he didn't seem to have any bad intentions, the woodcutter moved the corners of his mouth slightly, showed a timid and flattering smile, and stretched out his two hands to make a gesture of inviting him to sit.

Shen Luo glanced at the beggar, saw that he was still asleep, as if he didn't know that someone had come in, folded his hands in his sleeves, silently walked to the right side of the fire, and sat down.

The woodcutter peeked at Shen Luo, then hurriedly looked away, his expression was restrained, and he didn't dare to speak.

Shen Luo didn't mean to speak, and after scanning the surroundings, he stared at the fire in a daze.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly turned to the direction of the temple gate.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a "bang", and the two wooden doors of the main hall were vigorously pushed open, and seven or eight young guards dressed in strong suits and with swords hanging from their waists rushed in at once.

Under his escort, a black-faced young man wearing chain mail to protect the back of his heart and back walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man in a brown satin robe, followed by a dozen or so men dressed as servants.

As soon as these guards entered the main hall, they saw that there were already people in the hall, and they couldn't help but say, and immediately drew their swords with a brush, and they all looked nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The gray-haired old man hurriedly turned his body and hid behind the black-faced young man who looked like the leader of the guards, and leaned out half of his face uneasily, looking at the woodcutter and Shen Luo.

Shen Luo followed the figures of these people, glanced out, and vaguely saw that there were carriages and horses stopping in the front yard, which seemed to be a small caravan passing by.

"Who are you?" asked the black-faced young man's eyes narrowing slightly, the tip of his sword pointing at Shen Luo.

The blood on his body was really glaring.

Seeing this, Shen Luo was stunned, and was thinking about how to explain, but the woodcutter beside him had already fallen to his knees, his face was so white that he trembled like chaff.

"Uncle, uncle...... I'm just a firewood collector in the village, and I don't have any money on me, so spare your life, spare your life......" He begged for mercy and kowtowed, as if he were a robber cutting the path.

But the beggar slept so dead that even though there was such a great movement in the hall, he still fell motionless, as if he was still asleep.

The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but he didn't pay attention to them at all, just stared at the three of them with a solemn expression, and his gaze stayed more on Shen Luo's body.

"I was robbed on the road, and I couldn't help but save my life to escape here. Seeing this, Shen Luo explained helplessly.

"Offended. The black-faced young man did not change his expression and beckoned.

Another guard on the side immediately took out a palm-sized circular compass and handed it to him.

Shen Luo looked at it for a while, and found that the compass was in a simple style, it looked like it was cast in brass, and a thumb-sized gray-white jade stone was inlaid above the central pointer, and a small cluster of white gas could be faintly seen inside.

"Yuanshi ......," Shen Luo said secretly in his heart.

I saw that the black-faced young man clenched the hilt of the sword with one hand and the compass with the other, and shook it in his direction first, and the eyes of the others also moved to Shen Luo.

The compass paused for a moment at him, the pointer on it not moving, and it didn't look unusual.

The black-faced youth's eyes flashed slightly, and he moved the compass towards the beggar who was sleeping against the throne, and nothing happened either.

When everyone in the caravan saw this, most of them were relieved.

However, just as the direction of the compass turned to the kneeling woodcutter, the pointer suddenly turned wildly out of control, and the yuan stone inlaid in the middle also burst open with a "bang".

At the same time, a white light shot out from the compass and struck the woodcutter.