Song Yiyang went to his grandfather, the head of the Shenwu Sect, and heard something that interests him.

The spy came to report that in the capital of the Xiaoyue Dynasty, people who were suspected of summoning groups of beasts appeared.

My grandfather and father both intend to ask someone to find out what's going on.

His peach blossom eyes were shimmering, with a few slight interest, and he claimed to go to the whistling moon Dynasty.

He went there as soon as he said he could do things at will. He set off on the same day, and he didn't take anyone with him. Only one of the holy sons Xu was forced to send by his grandfather.

Dongchen Kingdom is far apart from the Xiaoyue Dynasty, and there is also a sunset mountain range in the middle as a natural barrier. The two countries can be said to be a good water that does not interfere with the river.

"Your Highness, after passing this border city, the territory of the Xiaoyue Dynasty is ahead."

When night fell, two figures appeared outside the mountains. Looking from a distance, a barren border town appeared within sight.

"Strange, why don't they light the lights?"

Xuyuan frowned slightly, a little confused.

The sky was dark, and there was only a bright moon hanging in the starry sky, illuminating the entire earth.

There are residents in the city over there, about a few hundred households, but they are pitch black and have no light at all, making them a bit weird.

Song Yiyang curled the corners of his mouth, raised his eyes, and said, "It seems interesting, go and take a look."

The city gate was disrepaired and there were no guards, and the wind creaked.

Two figures walked in slowly.

Most of the city are still muddy houses, looking very poor, but not long after walking forward, there was an inn with lanterns hanging in front of the inn.

This kind of lantern is usually lit at night, but it is not lit tonight, and the inn gate is closed, not like he is doing business.

"Your Highness, there is no dust on the door."

Xuyuan touched the door and said.

Song Yiyang nodded lightly. It seemed that he was not doing business today, or that the door was opened during the day and not at night.

"Didn't you come to the Xiaoyue Dynasty once? This is the case?"

He asked.

Xuyuan said: "I came in the daytime last time. Although I was a little poor, people could be seen everywhere. Unlike now, every door was closed."

Bang! Song Yiyang walked up and knocked on the inn door a few times.

There was no movement inside, so naturally no one came to open the door.

"Bang!"

With a force, Song Yiyang kicked the door open. He patted the dust stained on the corner of the robe and walked in gracefully.

Xu Yuan followed behind and looked around vigilantly.

“Huh?”

Song Yiyang narrowed his eyes.

Even though he was dark all over, his eyes were pretty good. He saw the shopkeeper and the two friends lying on the table and sleeping soundly, breathing smoothly.

It was strange that the three of them did not wake up with such a big noise.

Xu Yuan went up to check, and came back for a while and said, "They were neither poisoned nor drugged, they just fell asleep and entered a state of deep sleep."

So the door was kicked and the few people were still sleeping soundly.

But this is even more bizarre.

"Let's go."

Since I can't see anything, what else is there to look good.

Song Yiyang took out a piece of gold from the storage ring and threw it on the counter casually, which was considered as compensation for the broken door.

Next, he asked Xuyuan to go to another household to see if this is the case.

Seeing Xuyuan's dignified saint son secretly entering and leaving someone else's bedroom like a flower-picking thief, Song Yiyang touched his chin and smiled with a bad taste.

"Your Highness, it's the same situation."

Xu Yuan had a straight face and was not very happy.

"That is to say, the entire border town has nearly a thousand people, and they are in a deep sleep state at the same time."

Song Yiyang seemed to be thinking.

At this moment, white mist appeared in the air, and the direction outside the city towards the Xiaoyue Dynasty, bright lights suddenly lit up, and a building appeared in the thick night.

The beautiful brows frowned slightly. Song Yiyang closed his eyes and listened for a while, and his lips, which were as red as blood, moved slightly: "Sanyin."

"Sanskrit?

What Your Highness means is that it is a temple?"

Xu Yuan said in confusion: "But why don't I remember there is a temple over there? Didn't I notice it before?"

"Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see what's going on."

Song Yiyang strode up, wearing a red dress under the thick night fog, scenting and burning.

As we approached, a temple with red walls and green tiles and a sense of quaintness appeared in front of the two of us.

The gate of the temple was open. Song Yiyang looked up and the name of the temple was on the plaque.

"Wu Ming Temple."

"Amitabha, two donors, do you have to stay for one night?"

At this time, an elderly monk walked out with a Zen stick. His eyebrows were gray and kind-hearted, which easily made people feel good.

He seemed to have no cultivation at all, just like the most ordinary mortal.

But the more this happens, the more vigilant it is.

"No..." Xuyuan was about to refuse, but Song Yiyang raised his foot and stepped in.

"Yes, we both want to stay for one night, so I guess it should be convenient for you."

He looked around leisurely. Although the lights were brightly lit, there was no one there, so empty that he could hear the echoes when talking.

"It is natural and convenient. The two have a fate with the Buddha. Today, the two have stayed together, and there have been arrangements in the dark.

Come with the old monk.”

The old monk hunched over and moved slowly, taking Song Yiyang and Hexu to the dormitory where the pilgrim lives.

"Why are you the only old monk in such a big temple?"

Song Yiyang asked inadvertently.

"The nameless small temple cannot accommodate other big Buddhas. The Dharma is boundless, and it is enough for the old monk to guard the temple alone."

The old monk said slowly.

After a while, I arrived at the dormitory.

"The donors will be here for only one night, and after dawn, they will leave."

"Thank you, Master."

Xuyuan bent down and said.

The old monk laughed, looked at Song Yiyang more, and then walked back with a Zen stick. He moved very slowly, like an octogenarian who was about to die.

"Your Highness, there are strange things everywhere here, we must be more careful.

Last time I came, I remember very clearly that I did not see this temple, but the temple was quaint and did not seem to have been built in the past two years.”

When Xu Yuan closed the door, he frowned and said.

He felt that the old monk must have a problem, so he took them in without asking the temple. Maybe he had another purpose.

"What are you afraid of? The soldiers come to block the water and the soil."

Song Yiyang sat on the simple earthen kang and began to practice breathing.

It was useless for Xuyuan to be anxious. After all, the old monk did nothing. He just guessed that the old monk had a problem and could not tie up the person and torture him seriously.

He couldn't calm down, but Song Yiyang breathed calmly while meditating, and soon entered a state of cultivation, as if nothing was around.

The night passed quickly, and the fish white appeared in the east.

Nothing happened that night.

Song Yiyang slowly opened his eyes, got up and opened the door, and walked out.
Chapter completed!