It's that weird and awkward feeling that when you glance at something, something isn't right, but when you look carefully, you can't find the problem.
Thinking of this, Chen Yang couldn't help but take a few more glances.
That shrine is like a wild temple that is common in ordinary villages or mountains and forests. It only has some name in a certain place. Most of them worship mountain spirits and wild monsters. They mainly seek to cause trouble for some individuals, and they are basically notorious.
But this shrine is different.
It was offered to a beggar.
At least he's wearing a beggar's outfit.
Strangely, the beggar was holding a book, looking like a scholar, and there were a group of children kneeling in front of him, as if he was teaching.
"What kind of statement is this?"
Chen Yanggang had questions, and there was a "bang", and the sky and the earth suddenly became bright, and an unprecedented electric light pierced the sky.
The next second, rolling mudslides poured down from the side, destroying the small shrine, and then rushed into the road below.
"Uh~"
Chen Yang was startled for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly.
It was impossible for him to find the source of the strange feeling before.
The corpses were destroyed and no traces were left.
Chen Yang stood up and looked outside the cliff. He saw that the mudslide suddenly erupted and then stopped suddenly. Although it destroyed the road, it did not harm the village below, and he was too lazy to care anymore.
"Yawn~"
Chen Yang yawned, sat back by the bonfire, and added more firewood to the blazing bonfire.
Then, as he stroked the fox, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
Whenever it rains, Chen Yang feels sleepy, and even the little fox next to him nods his head.
This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is purely an instinct engraved in the genes of humans and even other animals.
A rainy day is not suitable for going out or working. If people are stuck at home, isn't it just right to sleep?
Over time, this instinct is engraved in people's genes.
As long as the rain falls outside, people inside will yawn all the time.
The so-called white noise is mostly the sound of rain, that's why.
Just like ordinary people, the instinct to drink alcohol is inherent in their genes. This is similar to the era of slash-and-burn farming, when humans picked fruits and hoarded them. As a result, the fruits were left to ferment for a long time and alcohol was naturally produced.
The ancients ate too much and developed a special dependence on alcohol, which was ultimately engraved in their genes.
Regardless of the reason, Chen Yang listened to the rain in his ears and stroked the fox with his hands. Finally, one person and one fox began to purr.
He actually fell asleep without realizing it.
In the dream, the bonfire in the real world and the sound of rain outside all disappeared, and the whole world became colorful again in the midst of chaos.
Chen Yang was so excited that he found himself walking on the street of a county town.
There are shops on both sides, stalls are set up in front of the doors, the sounds of vendors walking through the streets are endless, there are the sounds of children playing, mothers roaring...
Chen Yang was walking on the street, feeling vaguely that something was wrong.
"ah!"
"No, I'm in a dream."
Chen Yang suddenly understood.
He looked at the streets around him and immediately saw the problem.
Whether it is the architecture itself, the language itself, or even the clothes worn by the naughty children and their crazy mothers, they are all different from today.
In a trance, Chen Yangru traveled through a thousand years in a dream and saw what Longmen County looked like hundreds of thousands of years ago...