Great Dream Master

The front hall of the temple enshrines the gods of civil and military wealth. The incense is prosperous. The people who enter the incense line up and throw the incense money into the merit box. The nave is the great hall of the city god master, the people who enter the incense. The same is true, except that less money is spent on incense, and more sincerely kowtow.

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 looked up and saw the great hall standing behind, with a plaque hanging on the lintel, with the three characters "Yama Palace" written on it in gold paint on a black background.

On the square in front of the great hall, there are still three silhouettes of two men and one woman standing.

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

Among them, a young man with a thin body and a pale face, but quite handsome, has a slender azure long sword across his waist, standing in front of the great hall with an ancient tree. Under the locust tree, looking up at the luxuriant 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 and only protected A golden long knife hung from his waist to the position near the mouth of his heart.

Four or five steps away from him, he leans against a plump woman in a red gauze skirt. Her appearance is not too beautiful, her face is heavy, but she has a pair of crisp breasts. It's too full, and it's still ready to come out under the clothes.

Seeing Shen Luo walking by, the young man just 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 red clothed woman swayed, and every step she took, her chest trembled three times.

"I have seen Fellow Daoists." Shen Luo took the initiative to cup one fist in the other hand and said hello.

"One cold face, one half-hidden face, one face can't be seen, finally came a handsome, just a few more glances, this mission is not lost." The red clothed woman leaned back and stared at Shen Luo without scruple, looking up and down, covering her mouth lightly and said with a smile.

"Lu He, who is this?" The armored man cup one fist in the other hand asked in return.

"Chamber of Commerce is a new recruit, and we will act with us this time, called Shen Luo. Fellow Daoist Shen, under the locust tree over there..." Hearing this, Lu He began to give Shen Luo and others People introduced each other.

The young man under the locust tree is called Lin Qing. He was the first one 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 is called Jindun, and the red clothed woman is called Yunniang. Both of them came later than Lin Qing, but a little earlier than Lu He, and have performed four missions. .

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

Several people are while speaking, in an arch in the side yard, a rickety figure walks over, like the brown-robed old man in Old Ape, carrying a dark red wine bottle gourd in his hand, walking vainly Coming to the side of a few people.

Shen Luo looked away and saw that the top of his head was already bald. From the ears to the back of the head, the remaining hair volume 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 hanging down to his ears, his brandy nose is red and shiny, and his beard grows down to his chest. , Looked a little kind, and a little sloppy.

Different from Shen Luo’s reaction, as soon as the other four saw the old man, they all greeted him, cup one fist in the other hand respectfully and said:

"Old Hu......"

"How old are you old, how many times have you said it? Either call me Brother Hu, or Old Brother Hu, not Old Hu." The old man raised hand a bottle gourd of wine, Complained.

"Senior Hu."

Shen Luo knew that he was the senior Hu Yong mentioned in Lu He's mouth, and immediately went forward to salute.

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

"Junior Shen Luo." Shen Luo replied.

"Shen Luo, yes, as long as I follow Old Brother well, I will make sure you go safely and completely," Hu Yong said, nodded, using a bottle gourd to touch Shen Luo.

Shen Luo looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little worried. Can this old man like a wine monk in front of him really take them to complete the task? However, 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.

Hu Yong heard the words, turned around and pointed to the great hall behind him, and said with a slap in the face, "It's here."

"It's here?" Shen Luo surprisedly said.

The eyes of several other people also flashed with 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, said.

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

After that, I saw him stroked his beard, straightened his clothes, and took the lead in moving towards Yama Palace.

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

Before entering the hall, a cool breeze came out of 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 Palace. He saw the altar table in front of him. He was sitting on a white face and wearing a crown. The tall Divine Idol was naturally called King Yanluo.

He wears a long-sleeved robe with a lotus leaf turn-over collar and holds the wat board in front of his chest. Although it is a clay sculpture of Divine Idol, it also has several points. of majestic weather.

On both sides of the King Yanluo statue, there is a Magicate statue dressed in a black and black official uniform. One face is yellow and white like an ordinary person, and the other face is dark and looks like an evil spirit. The pen should be the reward Good punish Evil two Masterrates that are widely circulated in the world.

Under Magistrate, there are two thin statues with high crowns on the left, one black one white, which is Black and White Impermanence, and on the other side, there are bull heads and Horse-Face side by side. .

Shen Luo's gaze stayed a little longer on Horse-Face's face. In his heart, he only felt that the clay sculpture Horse-Face in front of him was a little different from what he saw in reality, contorts one's face. in agony looks a bit fierce.

On the walls all around, there are still colorful and lifelike murals painted. The content painted on them is all the scenes of the 18 Layer purgatory of the underworld, and the eyes are all heart-cutting, mountains of daggers and seas of flames, tragic pictures like cooking in oil pan.

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

At this moment, I saw Hu Yong turned over the palm, and three long red incense sticks appeared out of thin air in the palm of his palm. He rubbed his fingertips and lightly touched the three incense sticks. Twist, the incense head will light up and the red light is lit.

Then I saw him pinch a weird secret art with both hands, holding the incense moved towards King Yanluo and waiting for Divine Idol to worship three times, and then insert the three incense sticks into the incense burner.

After that, he stood aside with his hands folded, as if waiting for something.