The Dream Master

The front hall of the temple enshrines the god of civil and military wealth, and the incense is flourishing. The people who enter the incense line up to throw the incense money in the merit box. The central hall is the main hall of the city god. There are also many people who enter the incense. , There are more sincere kowtows.

Shen Luo and Lu He went straight through the nave, and as soon as they arrived in the backyard, they found that there were fewer people.

Shen Luo raised his eyes and saw the big hall standing at the back. A plaque was hung on the lintel, and the three characters "Yan Luo Temple" were written on it in black gold paint.

On the square in front of the main hall, there were two men and one woman, a total of three figures.

Although the three people were in the front of the hall, they were all separated by some distance, and they didn't seem to be familiar with each other.

Among them, a young man with a thin body and a pale face, but quite handsome, with a slender cyan long sword across his waist, is standing under an ancient locust tree in front of the hall, looking up The lush locust leaves above.

Not far from it, facing the railing in front of the temple, stood a middle-aged man wearing a crescent mask and covering his left cheek. He was wearing a half armor, only covering the area near his heart and his waist. A golden long knife hung.

And four or five steps away from him, leaning against a plump woman in a red gauze skirt, her appearance is not too beautiful, her face is quite heavy, but a pair of crisp breasts is too full, wrapped in her clothes Below, there is still a great potential to come out.

Seeing the two of Shen Luo coming, the young man only glanced sideways and then withdrew his gaze, while the armored man and the red-clothed woman took the initiative to walk over here.

"Yo, the newcomer is here..."

The woman in red swayed, and her chest trembled three times with every step she took.

"I have seen you fellow Taoists." Shen Luo took the initiative to clasp his fists and greeted him.

"One with a cold and stinky face, one with half of his face covered, one face is unsightly, at last there is a handsome one. After a few more glances, this mission is not lost." The red-dressed woman owed her body. Unscrupulously staring at Shen Luo up and down, covering his mouth with a chuckle.

"Lu He, who is this?" the armored man asked with a fist in return.

"The new recruit from the Chamber of Commerce, acting with us this time, is called Shen Luo. Fellow Taoist Shen, under the locust tree over there..." Hearing this, Lu He began to introduce Shen Luo and the others to each other.

The young man under the locust tree was called Lin Qing. He was the first of them to follow the Chamber of Commerce to perform tasks, but it was not too early, and he has only performed six times so far.

The armored man was named Jindun, and the red-clothed woman was named Yunniang. Both came later than Lin Qing, but a little earlier than Lu He, and had performed four missions.

In these tasks, several of them have met with each other, and they are naturally not unfamiliar, but they are not familiar, so Lu He's introduction to each person appears simple and straightforward.

While the few people were talking, from an arch in the side courtyard, a rickety old man in brown robe like an old ape, carrying a dark red wine gourd in his hand, walked towards the few people vainly.

Shen Luo shifted his eyes and saw that the top of his head was already bald, and the amount of hair remaining from the ears to the back of the head was pitifully small, and some messy draped around the back of his neck.

The old man’s cheeks are quite round, his long eyebrows are down to his ears, his lees nose is red and shiny, his beard grows down to his chest, and it is glowing with water. It seems that he is still sprinkling the wine that hasn’t dried out. He looks kind and kind. Sloppy.

Different from Shen Luo's reaction, when the other four saw the old man, they all greeted him, clasping their fists respectfully:

"Old Hu..."

"How old are you? How many times have you said it? Either call me Brother Hu, or call me Brother Hu, and don't call me Elder Hu." The old man raised the wine gourd in his hand and complained.

"Senior Hu."

Shen Luo knew that he was the predecessor Hu Yong mentioned by Lu He, and immediately went forward to salute.

"Oh? You're the newcomer Xiuxiu said, calling, calling...what?" Hu Yong thought for a while, but didn't remember what Sunken was called.

"Junior sinks." Shen Luo replied.

"Sinking, yes, as long as you follow my brother and I will make sure you are safe and complete," Hu Yong nodded and said with a gourd to sink.

Shen Luo looked at this scene, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. Can this old man like a wine monk really lead them to complete the task?But looking at the expressions of the four people around, it seems that they have become accustomed to this.

"Senior, where are we going to perform this mission?" Shen Luo asked.

Hearing the words, Hu Yong turned around and pointed to the hall behind him. He stubbornly said, "It's here."

"It's here?" Shen Luo said in surprise.

The eyes of several other people also flashed doubts, and they obviously couldn't understand them.

"Don't worry, where we are going, we really have to go here." Hu Yong took another sip of wine and wiped his mouth.

After drinking, he finally plugged the mouth of the gourd and hung it around his waist.

Then, I saw him stroked his beard, straightened his clothes, and took the lead in striding towards the Yan Luo Temple.

When the three of Shen Luo saw this, they quickly followed.

Before entering the hall, a cool breeze came out from the hall. It was obviously the weather in July and August, but it still made Shen Luo feel cold all over, with a sense of sorrow.

Shen Luo stepped over the threshold and entered the Yama Hall, and when he saw the altar in front of him, there was a tall idol with a white face and a crown on his head sitting in front of him.

He wears a long-sleeved robe with a lotus leaf turn-over collar, and holds a wat board with both hands on his chest. Although he is a clay statue, it also has a bit of majesty.

On both sides of the Yama statue, there is a statue of a judge dressed in a black and black official uniform. One has a yellow and white face that looks like an ordinary person, and the other has a dark face like a ghost. All of them are holding a writing pen, as the world’s most popular. There are two judges who reward good and punish evil.

Under the judge, two thin statues with high crowns stood on the left, one black and one white, exactly black and white, while the other side stood side by side with bull head and horse face.

The sinking gaze stayed a little longer on Ma Mian's face, and I only felt that the clay-sculpted horse noodle in front of me was still somewhat different from what I had seen in reality, and his teeth looked a bit vicious.

On the surrounding walls, there are still paintings of colorful and lifelike murals. The content painted on them is all the scenes in the purgatory of the 18th floor of the underworld. The eyes are all cut into the heart, the sword, the sea of ​​fire, and the oil pan. The tragic picture.

After taking a few glances, Shen Luo felt a little uncomfortable, so he immediately retracted his gaze.

At this moment, I saw that Hu Yong's palm turned over, and there were three long dark red incense sticks out of thin air in his palm. He rubbed his fingertips and gently twisted the three incense heads, and the incense heads turned red. The light is lit.

Then I saw him pinch a weird magic trick with both hands, held the incense to worship the Yama King and other idols three times, and then inserted the three incense into the incense burner.

Then, he stood with his hands on his back, as if waiting for something.