At this moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew up from nowhere. It suddenly grew into a force in a moment and completely covered the sky.
The sky, which was not bright to begin with, now became completely dark, almost like night.
The fog around was blown up by this strange wind, like a wall of air rolling in. It was so powerful that it made it almost impossible for Shen Luo to walk normally.
In desperation, he had to walk into the ancient temple step by step against the strong wind.
As soon as he walked into the mountain gate, Shen Luo saw a fat headless corpse sitting cross-legged in front of him. His heart tightened and he subconsciously circulated the Yang Gang Qi to protect himself.
But when he looked carefully, he found that the corpse was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, which turned out to be a clay statue of Maitreya Buddha.
Shen Luo walked around the Buddha statue and saw an armored statue covered in black and holding a demon-subduing pestle standing with his back to him. It was naturally the guardian deity Wei Tuo, but there were only two holes in his eyes, making him look even more ferocious.
"Excuse me..." Shen Luo said in a low voice while raising his palm.
As a practitioner, whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, you should always show some respect.
Shen Luo walked through the courtyard with fallen leaves all over the ground and collapsed pagodas, and saw the main hall inside at a glance. The exterior looked relatively intact, but many of the doors and windows were broken, and there was a faint light of fire inside.
"Is there someone?" Shen Luo raised his eyebrows and walked over carefully.
When he arrived in front of the hall, he did not go in immediately, but leaned against the hole in the door and window to take a look inside.
The hall was filled with dry grass, and on the throne in the middle was not a statue of Buddha or Bodhisattva, but a strange-looking three-headed statue holding something that looked like a shovel in its hand, which looked somewhat funny.
But this is not surprising. People have the habit of worshipping local gods. It may be some kind-hearted person who had done great deeds to save people from suffering during his lifetime. After his death, his body was made into a golden statue and worshipped as a Buddha in the flesh.
At the foot of the statue, a pile of dry grass was simply spread out to form a bed, on which lay a beggar with messy hair and tattered clothes, sleeping soundly on his side.
Not far from him, sat a short, ugly man with baldness on his head and wearing short brown clothes. He had a black short axe on his waist and two bundles of firewood beside him. He looked like a woodcutter.
In the inner corner of the hall, many floor tiles were broken and collapsed into a large pit with a pool of green rainwater in it.
Shen Luo watched outside for a long time, and seeing that the two people inside had not noticed his presence, he pushed the door open and walked in.
The dilapidated temple door creaked loudly when it was pushed open. Immediately after it opened, a gust of yellow wind blew in, causing the fire on the ground to sway.
The woodcutter then noticed Shen Luo. Seeing him covered in blood, he couldn't help but shrink back, his face full of fear.
"Don't be afraid, brother. It's windy outside. I'll come in and hide. I'll leave when the wind stops." Shen Luo smiled, turned around to close the door, and couldn't help but frowned.
The smell in this hall is really bad, filled with a smell of dampness and decay.
Seeing that he seemed to have no ill intentions, the woodcutter twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a timid and ingratiating smile, and stretched out his two hands as a gesture for him to sit down.