The other three people and one dog had lunch at a villager's house under the influence of the fat Taoist priest, and then hurriedly walked in the direction of the Dragon King Temple. The villager didn't ask them why they were going to the Dragon King Temple. They were a simple family.
After the villagers warmly entertained everyone, the villager pulled the fat Taoist priest and said, "Taoist Priest, there has been a thief stealing wine and dogs in this village recently. You yellow dogs, you have to watch out.
Don't let that thief steal it."
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll just stay here for a day and then leave. The thief shouldn't be that powerful, so he found my old dog." Fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao quickly bowed his head and said to the villager.
Before they left, the villagers had told them to watch out for their yellow dog, as they had been told many times before. They did not feel surprised at all as to why the four people did not ask about this strange thief.
After the four people and the dog left, the villager sent his wife to clean up the dishes, while he happily walked around to show off that his family had just received an immortal.
The Dragon King Temple in Shuangzhong Village is on a hill to the east of the village. Ye Yinfeng and others came out of the village and walked for nearly half an hour to reach the hill.
However, I saw a small temple that was not too big located on the hill. The small temple faced the river, guarding the small Shuangzhong Village like a patron saint.
As the name suggests, the Dragon King Temple is a small temple built spontaneously by the villagers to pray for the Dragon King's safety. Most of the villages near the river will have some such small temples built, all related to water, to pray for fewer floods.
Keep the villages along the river safe.
When four people and one dog climbed up the hill, the little fat Li Congjia was already out of breath. He had never suffered hardship since he was a child. How could he bear this kind of suffering? Besides, he was not a martial artist. He did not have the physique or body of a martial artist.
Because he was too fat, he rolled up the hill. Once he reached the top of the hill, he sat down on a big rock in front of the Dragon King Temple.
Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao were looking up at the Dragon King Temple, sizing it up. The old man Dugu did not come to the temple with them, but stayed beside Li Congjia.
The Dragon King Temple is not big, about three feet high, with a red brick and blue tile structure. The temple has no plaque or name. The temple door is a large wooden door with vermilion paint, and there are two small round doors above the temple door.
The whole square of the temple looks like a human face. There is a copper bell hanging on each of the horns on the top of the temple. When the river wind blows, a crisp and sweet ringing sound is heard. The ringing sound makes people listen.
I feel uncomfortable every time I start, as if the ringing of a bell is calling for spirits.
Ye Yinfeng and Li Xiaoyao pushed open the door of the Dragon King Temple. As soon as they stepped into the temple door, a strong smell of alcohol emanated from inside, along with some unknown smells. That smell
The two people who walked straight in were pushed over. The pungent smell almost drove them out. And the yellow dog seemed to sense some dangerous aura, and it screamed in front of the temple door.
After calling twice, he refused to go in.
It seems that no villagers have come to clean the Dragon King Temple recently. It is winter and there are basically no floods, so few people come. Or maybe they are afraid of the weird man who steals wine and dare not come to the temple.
They endured the pungent smell and looked forward. Directly in front of them was a statue of a god with claws and fangs. It should be the temple god enshrined in the Dragon King Temple. However, it didn't look like a dragon. Maybe the villagers were based on
I made this statue out of my own imagination.
This temple is very dark. There are no windows at all. Only weak light shines directly from under the glazed tiles on the top of the temple. The light shining from the glazed tiles forms mottled light clusters in the temple, with patches here and there.
. The offerings on the altar table in front of the statue have long since disappeared, leaving only a few bare plates on the table.
There was an eerie feeling in the dim temple, the pungent smell kept attacking the two of them, and the smell of alcohol lingered for a long time.
Ye Yinfeng frowned and said, "Fat Taoist, looking at the situation, that weirdo probably hasn't left the Dragon King Temple yet, but I don't know where he is at this moment."
Li Xiaoyao ignored the other party. He narrowed his eyes that were almost submerged in his fat face, and kept scanning around. He was looking for the source of the alcoholic smell and the pungent smell.
Where to come from.
In fact, both he and Ye Yinfeng felt that the pungent smell was mixed with a hint of blood. The smell of blood was not that of other animals, but of humans. It was just that the smell of blood was mixed with another pungent smell.
It's covered up by the scent, and you really can't smell it unless you pay close attention.
They looked at each other and walked cautiously from both sides of the statue. They walked around from both sides of the statue. There was a small patio in front of them. After crossing the small patio, there was another statue standing in front of it.
The statue in front of you is more solemn and solemn than the one you just entered. This statue is neither a green-faced dragon king with fangs nor a sage-like immortal, but a rich and noble woman in white.
It turned out to be a statue of Guanyin. This statue had no altar table before, but there were three buns under the statue. There was a black figure cross-legged on one of the buns. From the back, it seemed that the man was also wearing one.
The Taoist robe, but the Taoist robe was very tattered. The man had messy hair hanging down his shoulders, which made him look particularly weird.
Ye Yinfeng and the others were obviously startled by the sudden appearance of the man in black robes sitting cross-legged. At first they thought it was some kind of ghost, but they were suddenly frightened to the point of trembling with fear. It was just the cross-legged man.
The man under the Guanyin statue made a faint sound of breathing, which brought the two men back to their senses. Only then did they feel that this was not a ghost, but a living person. No wonder this person was the man who stole the wine.
The weird guy who stole the dog, the same question arose in their minds at the same time.
Since the other party was not a ghost, they had nothing to be afraid of. But what they found strange was why they didn't hear the man's breathing when he entered the temple. Apparently, from the Guanyin statue,
It was only a few feet away from the temple gate. Given their internal strength, it was easy to spot them at such a close distance. Unless the other party knew of their arrival and held their breath.
It's just that there doesn't seem to be such a strong pungent smell here, but there is more of a smell of alcohol. It's just that the smell of blood on the man seems to be stronger. Could it be that this man was seriously injured. The two of them looked behind the man suspiciously.
Walking away, with his whole body filled with true energy and fully on guard, Ye Yinfeng grabbed the 'edgeless' sword with his backhand.
"You are here." A faint voice came from that person, revealing an endless sense of desolation, and at the same time, there was also a slight surprise.
When Ye Yinfeng heard the voice, his brain exploded with a bang. The voice sounded so familiar. He looked at the man's back carefully and found that it also gave him a familiar feeling.
Li Xiaoyao, on the other hand, frowned and stared at the man's back with unblinking eyes.
Ye Yinfeng's hand holding the sword began to tremble, and his breathing began to become rapid, but he still did not act rashly, but stared blankly at the man's back.
For a moment, the temple was very quiet, and even the howling of the cold wind outside was gone. Above the ground was the mottled faint light coming from the glazed tiles on the roof. In front of the man, under the statue of Guanyin, there were several people.
The broken wine jar had already dried up, but the fragrance of the wine still lingered. The fragrance of the wine filled the temple and filled their sense of smell.
"Oh, you're finally here." The man slowly turned around, his movements were very difficult and slow, and there was a slight coughing sound as soon as he finished speaking.
With a "boom", Ye Yinfeng's mind went blank, and the long sword in his hand fell from his hand, hitting the stone ground and sending sparks flying.
The man turned around and saw that his hair was disheveled, but his thin face had been covered up by the disaster, and his shabby old robe was now broken into several pieces. The man had a pale face and a pair of old eyes with deep eyes.
Sinking deeply, he looked at the two people who were stunned with a half-smile.
Ye Yinfeng could no longer control himself. He rushed towards the man, fell into his arms and cried like a child.
Li Xiaoyao's eyes turned red when he saw this. The scene in front of him made him unable to calm down for a long time.
The boy who threw himself in that man's arms had gone through so much, and he still carried it with his young shoulders along the way. After experiencing the experience of all his relatives being killed, anyone would collapse, but the boy in front of him
But he lived as tenaciously as a blade of grass. He was burdened with too much and too heavy. Finally, he met a sloppy old Taoist priest who was like a relative. His fragile heart seemed to find a support. He walked through the wind and rain.
Later, the grief and anger found an outlet. The grief and anger were like the flood that burst the embankment, flowing down the embankment and unable to stop for a long time.
That man was the sloppy old Taoist priest. A slight joy appeared on his face at the arrival of the two of them, and his pale face began to blush. He patted the shoulders of the young man in his arms, just at the corner of his mouth.
There was a trace of blood spilling out, but it could not hide his kind look.
Li Xiaoyao was shocked when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward, knelt down and grabbed the sloppy old Taoist priest's hand with one hand. He held the pulse of the other man's hand tightly in his hand, but he couldn't feel it.
The beating of the pulse in his hand was like a dead branch. The pulse in the opponent's hand had already stopped beating, and he tried to pump out the true energy from the palm of his hand and surged straight into the opponent's hand.
Seeing this, the old Taoist shook his head at him and sighed: "It's useless. This is my fate. I'm here just to wait for you to arrive so that I can explain some things after my death."
After he finished speaking, he coughed slightly again, but the cough woke up Ye Yinfeng, who was crying in his arms. He opened his red and swollen eyes, stood up and took a few steps back.
Ye Yinfeng knelt heavily on his knees. He kowtowed three times on the ground and murmured: "Unworthy disciple Ye Yinfeng has seen Master."
"Silly boy, get up quickly. There is gold under a man's knees, how can he kneel down casually?" The sloppy Taoist stretched out a pair of trembling hands to touch the young man's head, and said with pity, and then said
It was a slight cough, but this time the cough seemed a bit more severe.
"Kneel up to heaven and earth, kneel down to your parents, and then kneel down to the master. This is what you should do. It's just that the disciple came late and made the master suffer." Ye Yinfeng didn't want to get up for a long time. How could he not see that the old Taoist priest was already here?
His body was seriously injured, almost to the point of running out of fuel. His grief and anger couldn't help but arise, and his tears started to flow down again.
"Senior brother." Li Xiaoyao let go of the sloppy Taoist's hand, took a few steps back, and saluted him.
"Very good, you are all grown up now, so I feel relieved. Silly boy, you should get up first. But I don't know whether you deserve the word "master" or not."
The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh, and he quickly asked Ye Yinfeng to get up, but the stubborn young man was too stubborn to get up. Upon seeing this, Li Xiaoyao pulled the young man up and shouted in his ear: "The man is bleeding.
If you don’t shed tears, look at you like this. Don’t you want to avenge your master? How can you avenge yourself with your appearance? Also, do you want to avenge the bloody vengeance of your family’s destruction?”
Li Xiaoyao's loud shout was like a thunderbolt, waking up the grieving young man.
There were still two lines of tears on Ye Yinfeng's face. He stood up quickly, his eyes shot out that terrifying and heart-stopping light, and he looked as ferocious as if he was meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas.
Evil look.
The little fat Taoist priest's eyes met his terrifying gaze, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He felt a strong murderous aura from the other person's body, which was as cold and clear as ice, radiating from the Nine Netherworld Yama Temple.
The waves of evil energy that came out were condensed. Suddenly, the temple was filled with endless chill and heart-stopping murderous aura.