"Seal the door! Repair the wall!"

As the saying goes, if you have food in your hand, you will not panic. If you have enough smoked bear meat to last for a month, you will feel confident. Then you start to consider safety issues, such as repairing the fence and rebuilding the wooden door to separate the outside.

They may not be of any use, but walls and doors can bring a sense of security.

The front yard is busy.

There is an old well in the backyard of the ancient temple. In the past, pilgrims who came to offer incense liked to quench their thirst with well water.

The well spring is extraordinary, and the mouth of the well is polished from a whole piece of bluestone.

A circular wellhead is dug in the middle of the flat round stone, and a dragon is carved on the edge to form a guard. Although the wellhead is round, the inside of the well is square. Looking from the inside out, it means a round sky and a square place. It is unfathomable. It is said that the spring under the well is as close as the spring of thousands of miles.

Connected to the distant East China Sea.

These days, the refugees are living in ancient temples and relying on well water to survive.

After the wall was repaired and the door sealed, the men could finally lie down and have a good rest.

Weeds were bundled together to make beds, and refugees were lying in side rooms and under the eaves, but no one dared to sleep in the spacious main hall.

Not all out of respect for life-saving grace.

It's more because of fear. It's okay to offer incense in the main hall and pray for blessings. But if you want to be rude, you will feel inexplicably intimidated and oppressed. You can't sleep at all and you can't sleep well.

The strong man who was the leader of the refugees had just laid down when the crazy Taoist priest suddenly appeared next to him.

"I...you old ghost want to scare me to death!"

The old man chuckled and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention here.

"Head, there's something weird in the backyard."

"What's weird?"

The strong man was a little confused. Could it be that an evil spirit had gotten into the backyard?

The old Taoist scratched his hair that was as messy as a chicken coop.

"There is something wrong with the well. I was thirsty just now when I went to fetch water. Didn't you see that the water mist in the well was like a boiling pot? There was a strange phenomenon of water vapor..."

Before he finished speaking, the strong man sprayed wildly at the old Taoist. The sour smell of tartar made the old Taoist feel dizzy.

"Bah, bah, bah! What the hell! You said it as if you had been to a private school!"

The old man wiped the saliva on his face and didn't care at all.

"The water vapor swirls around the wellhead, like...a dragon."

"dragon?"

The strong man's eyes were blank.

Dragons are both familiar and unfamiliar to mortals. They are familiar because everyone knows about the mythical beast. The emperor called himself Dragon Son. The image can be seen in some buildings and utensils. Folks in various places have the custom of worshiping dragons. Dragon King temples are also very common.

It is strange because no one has ever seen a dragon before, so they all rely on imagination, so that some fish spirits and water monsters call themselves dragon kings.

Not having any time to rest, he quickly climbed over from Old Dao, put on his shoes and went straight to the backyard.

"Oh...oh my old waist..."

The crazy Taoist priest rolled around and climbed up to follow him. When he reached the backyard, he found that the mist in the well was even thicker.

The mist gathered above the wellhead and swam around. There was a slender living thing in it, and only the dragon's head was vaguely visible, slowly rotating around the wellhead.

The strong man took a deep breath, and then he was overjoyed.

It is said that the dragon's home is a blessed land, where it is protected from evil and evil, and is blessed with long life and good health. In this way, wouldn't everyone be able to survive this disaster?

Bang~ The strong man knelt down and banged his head on the spot, smashing his forehead against the stone slab.

The old Taoist was speechless and a little confused, but his head was pulled.

"Ouch~"

The two guys were kowtowing in the backyard.

There is no psychological burden on kowtowing to the Dragon King. Anyway, kowtow in the ancestral hall, the earth temple, kowtow in the mountain temple, and kowtow to the Dragon King. The movements are extremely skillful. There are several levels of kowtow, such as ordinary and pious. Just lower your head and raise your buttocks.

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Suddenly, a light flashed in the sky, as if something fell into the courtyard, followed by an angry shout.

"Untouchable! Get away!"

The two of them almost got a mouthful of dirt, got up and ran to the front yard in a daze.

The front yard is a mess…

A gilded luxury carriage hung in the air.

More than a dozen men and women, either royal treasures or floating in the air, were guarding the carriage. Just because they could stand in the air, the leader and the mad Taoist priest knew that this group of people was not easy to mess with. They were probably some big shot, and they were inevitably feeling hot when they were nervous.

If they could get themselves and others out of this hell, they would never have to worry about it again.

However, reality is different from ideal.

"Everyone, get away! It stinks! What the hell does it smell like?"

The crazy Taoist priest secretly said that something was wrong.

A big man in brocade clothes looked at the bacon next to the fire under the eaves and frowned in disgust. He waved his hands vigorously, and the strong wind blew away the unseasoned bear carcass. The pieces of bacon burned under the gaze of the refugees, and fell to the ground in a blink of an eye...

Quiet, quieter than the dead zone. When I turned my head, I felt a rush of hot blood rushing to heaven, and my eyes were dizzy.

He raised his finger and pointed at the big man and was about to curse, but upon seeing this, the old man hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth.

"Tou...don't talk if you don't want to die..."

Anger, frustration, and pain finally turned into an unwilling sigh.

There is a huge difference between ordinary people and monks. The mad Taoist is right. If you don't want to die, you have to endure it.

The big man in rich clothes who destroyed the bacon sneered.

"Oh, a bunch of ants."

More than a dozen monks protected the luxurious carriage as it landed slowly. They did not glance at the refugees under the eaves in the corner from beginning to end. They cleaned up all kinds of daily debris in front of the main hall. Pots and pans were swept to the corner, and dirty bamboo poles and sledges were thrown against the wall.

outside.

The carriage stopped, and the people inside did not come out. They only said one sentence.

"The evil spirits in hell are surrounding me, so there must be something strange happening. Find out what's weird about this temple."

The voice sounded like that of a young man.

"Here."

The lean old man stood up and responded.

Both the image and the legendary temperament are far beyond that of a mad Taoist priest. His white hair is meticulous, especially his eyes have double pupils. After receiving the order, he did not even look at the beggar-like refugees. He glanced around a few times and walked straight into the hall. At a glance, he discovered the stone wall.

Something magical.

Walk around the stone wall to make sure it cannot be seen through, and report the matter to the person in the carriage.

"For the record, young master, the stone walls in the temple cannot be seen through."

"Oh? I don't have time to stay here, so I will take it back to the house and study it slowly."

"Here."

The refugees who heard this were stunned on the spot. They originally wanted to wait for these evil stars to leave and then get some meat back, but they didn't expect that they actually wanted everyone's life! After destroying the temple, did they want everyone here to die?

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"No! The temple cannot be touched! We..."

The man, who was considered a master of martial arts, was hit hard and his head flew away. He hit the stone wall hard and fell to the ground like a rag bag.

It's impossible to tell who did it, the gap is too big.

The refugees panicked, the women hugged their children in fear, and the young men gnashed their teeth when they saw this, and took a step forward with knives and sticks in hand. They were indeed afraid of the monks, but they also understood that once the stone wall was destroyed, no one else would be able to survive. Anyway,

It's all about death, why not give it a try.

The monks sneered mockingly.

The mad Taoist priest was very anxious. He knew very well that in the eyes of monks, ordinary mortals were no different from ants, so he killed them as he pleased.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord, we all rely on the protection of the temple to survive. Please show your support..."

A hand was placed on Lao Dao's face, but the force was not strong. He just pushed him aside. The big man in golden clothes pushed Lao Dao away and walked straight to the main hall.

The old Taoist stood there trembling all over. His face didn't hurt, but he was feeling aggrieved and resentful in his heart. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it back.

The big man in brocade turned his hand and found a broad-bladed ax in his hand. He raised the ax high to chop down the hall...

Sudden!

Rumble~!

Lightning illuminated the temple, and thunder and lightning appeared at the same time, indicating that the lightning was very close.

Everyone, including the monks, was shocked.

Suddenly it started to rain heavily in the sky. Thunder rumbled in the black clouds and lightning flashed. The raindrops hit my face with a chill. I finally got up and wiped my face with my head. I couldn't believe it, it was actually raining?

Since the overflow of evil spirits in hell, there has been no thunder or rain for a long, long time.

The lean old man was at a loss. He didn't notice anything unusual. It seemed like an ordinary heavy rain.
Chapter completed!