At this moment, a muffled sound came from the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew from nowhere. In a moment, it whistled and covered the sky completely.
The sky, which was not bright to begin with, became completely dark, almost no different from night.
The fog in the surroundings was swept up by this strange wind. It was as if a wall of air was surging over. The force of the wind was so great that Shen Luo could hardly walk normally.
Helplessly, he had to walk into the ancient temple step by step against the wind.
As soon as he walked through the gate, Shen Luo saw a fat headless corpse sitting in front of him. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to use Yang Gang to protect himself.
But when he saw it clearly, he found that the corpse was holding a string of Buddha beads in his hand. It was a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.
Shen Luo went around the back of the Buddha statue and saw a pitch-black armored statue holding a Demon Subduing Pestle standing with his back to him. It was the Guardian God, Skanda, but there were only two empty holes in his eyes, which made him look even more ferocious.
"Excuse me, excuse me …" Shen Luo said in a low voice as he raised his palm.
As a cultivator, no matter if it was Buddhism or Taoism, he should always show some respect.
Shen Luo walked through the courtyard that was filled with fallen leaves. He saw the Great Buddha's Hall at a glance. It looked intact from the outside, but there were many broken doors and windows. Inside, there was a faint light of fire.
"Someone's here?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over carefully.
When he came to the hall, he did not go in immediately. Instead, he leaned against the broken door and window and looked inside.
The hall was filled with withered grass, and on the throne in the middle was not a statue of Buddha or Bodhisattva. Instead, it was a three-headed statue with a strange appearance. It was holding something that looked like a shovel in its hand. It looked somewhat comical.
However, this was not strange. The people originally had the habit of worshipping local gods. Maybe it was some virtuous person who had done something to save people from suffering in his lifetime. After his death, he was molded into a golden body and worshipped as a Buddha in flesh.
At the foot of the statue, a pile of withered grass was simply made into a bed. A beggar with messy hair and tattered clothes was lying on the bed, snoring inwardly.
Not far from him, there was a short and ugly man dressed in short brown clothes. He had a black short axe on his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him. He seemed to be a woodcutter.
In the corner of the main hall, many floor tiles were broken and collapsed, forming a large pit. Inside the pit was a pool of green rainwater.
Shen Luo stood outside and watched for a while. Seeing that the two people inside didn't notice his presence, he pushed the door open and walked in.
The shabby door creaked loudly when it was pushed open. Immediately after it was opened, a gust of yellow wind blew in, causing the bonfire on the ground to sway.
Only now did the woodcutter notice Shen Luo. Seeing him covered in blood, he couldn't help but shrink back, his face filled with fear.
"Brother, don't be afraid. The wind is strong outside. I came in to hide. When the wind stops, I will leave." Shen Luo smiled, turned around and closed the door. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.
The smell in this hall was really bad. It was full of a damp and rotten smell.
The woodcutter saw that he didn't seem to have any evil intentions. So, he slightly moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a timid smile. He stretched out his hands and made a gesture of inviting him to sit.
Shen Luo glanced at the beggar and saw that he was still sleeping soundly. It seemed that he didn't know that someone had come in. He folded his hands in his sleeves, silently walked to the right side of the bonfire, and sat down.
The woodcutter stole a glance at Shen Luo. Then, he hurriedly moved his eyes away. He looked cautious and didn't dare to speak.
Shen Luo also didn't mean to speak. After glancing around, he stared at the bonfire in a daze.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly turned and looked in the direction of the hall's door.
Then, with a "crash", the two wooden doors of the hall were vigorously pushed open. Seven or eight young and strong guards dressed in martial arts clothes with swords and sabers at their waists rushed in.
Under his protection, a dark-faced young man wearing a chain armor that protected his chest and back walked in side by side with a gray-haired old man wearing a brown satin robe. Behind them were more than ten men in servant attire.
As soon as these guards entered the hall, they saw that there were already people in the hall. Without any explanation, they immediately pulled out their swords and sabers. Each of them looked nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The gray-haired old man hurriedly hid behind the black-faced young man who looked like the leader of the guards. He anxiously poked out half of his face and sized up the woodcutter, Shen Luo, and the other two.
Shen Luo followed the figures of these people and glanced outside. He vaguely saw that there were carriages and horses in the front yard. It seemed to be a small passing caravan.
"Who are you?" The black-faced young man narrowed his eyes slightly. He pointed the tip of his sword at Shen Luo and asked.
The bloodstains on his body were really eye-catching.
Seeing this, Shen Luo was startled. Just as he was thinking about how to explain, the woodcutter beside him had already knelt on the ground. His face was extremely pale and his body was trembling like a sieve.
"Sir, Sir … I'm just a woodcutter in the village. I don't have much money on me. Please spare my life, spare my life …" He repeatedly begged for mercy while kowtowing incessantly. It was as if he had taken these people to be bandits.
However, the beggar was sleeping too soundly. Even though there was such a big movement in the hall, he still fell on the ground motionless. It seemed that he was still in a deep sleep.
The black-faced young man listened to the woodcutter's words, but he didn't pay attention to it. He just stared at the three of them with a dignified expression. His eyes stayed more on Shen Luo.
"I was robbed on the way. I barely escaped with my life and escaped here." Shen Luo saw this and explained helplessly.
"Sorry to offend you." The black-faced young man's expression didn't change. He waved his hand.
Another guard at the side immediately took out a round compass the size of a palm and handed it to him.
Shen Luo looked at it and found that the compass was simple and unadorned. It seemed to be made of brass. The central needle was inlaid with a thumb-sized gray jade stone. A small cluster of white gas could be vaguely seen in it.
"Primordial Stone …" Shen Luo secretly said in his heart.
The black-faced young man clenched the hilt of his sword in one hand and held the compass in the other. He first shook it in his direction. The other people's eyes also moved to Shen Luo.
The compass stopped at him for a moment, but the needle on it didn't move. It seemed that there was nothing unusual.
The black-faced young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he moved the compass to the beggar who was sleeping on the throne. Nothing happened.
Seeing this, most of the people in the caravan were relieved.
However, just as the compass turned to the woodcutter kneeling on the ground, the needle suddenly spun wildly as if it was out of control. The Primordial Stone inlaid in the middle also burst with a "bang".
At the same time, a white light also shot out from the compass and hit the woodcutter.
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