The sound of rain knocking on the door.

The wind and rain were a bit messy, and there was a knock on the heavy wooden door.

The knocking on the door was not loud but very clear.

The sudden gust of wind and rain surprised everyone in the park, and the sound that followed was inexplicable and gripped people's hearts.

In just a short moment, water accumulated in the low-lying areas of the courtyard. The falling raindrops stirred up fleeting bubbles. The air was filled with oppression, as if there was a world-destroying flood outside the door. It was so oppressive that my heart beat faster and my face turned red.

Everything happened in just a short moment.

Crunch~

The door latch on the courtyard door moved and was slowly and slowly removed.

When the door was opened, the wind and rain suddenly stopped...

The withered grass rolled up by the cool breeze froze in the air, and the densely packed small water droplets also froze. The raindrops all over the sky seemed to have stopped time. Both the refugees and the monks in the courtyard were unable to move. It was not that they did not want to move but that their whole bodies were stiff, especially the big man in brocade clothes who held the ax high in the air was under pressure.

Worst of all, completely frozen.

The door opened, and a slender girl in a white dress stepped across the threshold holding an umbrella. Her red and phoenix eyes were unforgettable.

Bai Yujun thinks the threshold is a little high.

You had to lift up the corners of your skirt to cross over. The delicate white paper umbrella left the pavilion and entered the rain, bumping through the dense and dense water droplets that stopped in the frame. It walked very slowly.

The thunder stopped for a while and became extremely quiet.

Knocking on the door is out of politeness, but this politeness is not extended to everyone in the courtyard.

"..."

Both monks and refugees watched helplessly as the girl walked slowly through the crowd.

The demon horse pulling the carriage was trembling, the carriage was motionless, and the people in the carriage did not show up. They seemed to be calm and dignified, but in fact they were paralyzed inside. Even if they wanted to get out of the carriage, they could not.

Passing by the man holding the ax high, he came to the eaves.

Put down the paper umbrella, fold it skillfully, and shake the water.

Thunder rumbles.

The frozen raindrops finally fell to the ground, and everything returned to normal.

The man in gilded clothes knelt heavily on his knees, with a horrified look on his face. There was a bloodthirsty and ferocious coercion that he had never felt before that shocked his body and soul. He was unable to think of any resistance. His eyes were wide open due to excessive fear, causing his eyes to be filled with blood.

My heart was beating so hard that it was about to jump out of my throat.

Affected by the aftermath of the dragon's power, everyone in the courtyard fell down and knelt down, and the demon horse was so paralyzed that it foamed at the mouth.

The only exception might be that the people in the carriage remained motionless, simply too scared to get out.

In just a moment, the big man in robes vomited blood and fell to the ground.

The feeling of being pressed down by a mountain weakened, and I was finally able to move and breathe.

"It's a pity that even if it's cured, it's useless."

I used to think of others as ants, but in the blink of an eye I have turned into ants too. Life is always full of accidents.

The thin old man secretly thought something was wrong and gently approached the carriage.

"Young Master..."

There was no movement in the carriage, and the majesty of looking down at the ants was no longer there.

The strong man lying in the corner with serious injuries was at a loss. Things were changing so fast that he couldn't understand it. Looking outside the door, he found a problem. It was very quiet outside the temple door. He wondered where the evil ghosts from hell outside were...

Bai Yujun ignored anyone, put away his paper umbrella, and scraped the mud on the soles of his shoes on the sharp edges of the steps.

He looked carefully to make sure the dirt was clean, nodded and raised his feet to cross the threshold.

The lean old monk suddenly took a step forward.

Make a bow with both hands.

Bai Yujun paused, turned around, and stared at the old man with cold eyes. Although he was an immortal, in Bai Yujun's eyes, there was basically no difference between them and refugees.

The old man suppressed his fear and pretended to be calm when he spoke.

"Senior, before I was blind and offended, please show me your dignity."

The crazy Taoist priest suppressed the curses. He had been begging them to show his kindness in a low voice, but in the blink of an eye, they said the same thing. The sarcasm came too fast, retribution! It was all retribution!

The big man fell to the ground and vomited blood. His desire for survival exploded.

However, a certain white dragon behaves differently from others, and the more he tries to persuade him, the more likely it is to have counter-effects.

The power of the dragon shook, shattering every soul.

The dignified master couldn't even lift his weapon and was frightened to death by the dragon's power.

The guards around the carriage were shocked and angry. They didn't know what the dragon's power was. They just thought that the other party used some secret technique to kill their accomplices. They felt the face of the old man being slapped twitch, and he struggled against the dragon's power and bowed his hands.

"Senior, please... spare my life."

Immortal cultivators know that those who understand current affairs are heroes. No one wants to die while they are alive. Death in vain is the saddest thing.

The rain gradually lightened up, and it seemed like half a year had passed in just a few moments.

The nearly coagulated blood finally began to flow, and the violent breathing gradually calmed down.

Looking up again, the girl in white walked into the temple.

The temple is a bit dark.

Open the paper umbrella and let go. The paper umbrella slowly rotates and floats, and the white fluorescence illuminates the stone wall.

"It turns out to be the Dragon Temple..."

Huh ~ blow gently, the breeze caresses the ground and the desk, kicking up the dust. The breeze gathers the dust and takes it out of the window. At the same time, it scrapes away the traces of human transformation over the long years, revealing the original appearance of the ancient temple.

The back wall of the main hall is a huge and complete stone wall with exquisite carving skills, but it feels like something is missing...

Looking around, I found several lampstands.

He dug out a bucket of top-quality lamp oil from the treasure house and carefully poured it into the lamp.

Snap~

With a snap of his fingers, all the stone lampstands in the house were lit.

The positions of the candlesticks are different. When the flames flicker, the shadows of the concave and convex carvings on the surface of the stone wall are obvious, making it more three-dimensional. The stone wall reappears the original scene after thousands of years, three-dimensional and vivid.

"It looks like the emperor is on a tour."

At a glance, we can see a typical emperor's patrol map. The emperor, emperor and queen stand side by side, majestic and tall, and are carefully crafted with special care. They are two very familiar figures. As for the rest of the accompanying gods, their lines are simple and much smaller, with their feet on the auspicious clouds and the stars above their heads, patrolling.

The mountains, rivers and seas in all directions are full of charm.

He stood silently facing the carving for a long time, bending down to worship.

It seems that I haven't seen her for a long time...

I was in a daze for a while, remembering that I had another reason for coming here, to find a secret, but the mural was fully presented.

I always feel that it is more than that, there should be something deeper hidden, intuition, pure intuition.

I searched carefully and found nothing. I didn't bother to pay attention to the people in the courtyard and walked directly to the backyard, following the water vapor and standing in front of the ancient well.

Not surprised to see the fog dragon.

This is a dragon temple, so of course there will be a little dragon energy growing there, so it's normal for strange phenomena to occur.

Walking to the edge of the well, my fingers slowly brushed the relief of the swimming dragon.

The well reflects the sky and a girl. Perhaps the well is strange and can actually reflect the hidden dragon horns. Bai Yujun can't help but wonder if the secret is at the bottom of the well.

He bent down, pressed his hand against the edge of the well, stretched out his hand to fish for the well water, grabbed a handful of cool spring water, and stuck out his tongue to taste the taste.

There is sea steam, and the underground river at the bottom of the well should be connected to the sea somewhere.

There was no need to hide the secrets in the deep sea, which may be thousands of miles away, when building temples in ancient times.

Bai Yujun felt that the secret was still in the temple.

The Eye of Truth can't see anything when scanning. There are only two possibilities. Either the spell is too strong and cannot be seen through, or the spell is not used at all and it is an ordinary method. Since it follows the induction inexplicably, there must be an important secret.

I waved my hands and straightened up, turned my head and looked at the paper umbrella floating beside me. The paper umbrella turned half a circle and then turned back, confused...

The exquisite white paper umbrellas still glow with fluorescence, illuminating the embossed dragons along the well as if they are alive.

This light and shadow...

Bai Yujun's eyes lit up and he disappeared instantly!

He reappeared in the main hall of the temple, looked around and found a broken and damaged bluestone lampstand.

"Found it! It's right here!"

Pick up the broken pieces and carefully assemble them, pour oil and light them.

The light source in the hall changes, and the shadows on the stone walls also change.

Looking at the stone wall again, the two emperors glanced at the lower left corner of the stone wall. After the shadow on the stone wall in the corner changed, it created a completely different picture from the relief. No magic was used, and it was purely composed of the light and shadow of the relief!
Chapter completed!