Onmyoji's soul thoughts can sense aura that ordinary people cannot detect. This is like the sixth sense of human beings, skipping vision, smell, and using the power of the spirit to directly reflect changes in the world to the cerebral cortex. Lu Xin and Yue Buhei have been together for so long, and they are very clear about the special smell on the monster.

At this time, the wind and sand were like the waves on the sea, rolling everything on the ground. The sky suddenly became extremely dark, as if it had entered the night from the sun in an instant. Lu Xin saw the little monkey running into the city without saying a word, so he naturally did not dare to go out against the sandstorm, and followed the little monkey into a nearby tavern. As soon as the two entered the tavern, the shopkeeper immediately tied the door and then shivered against the door panel. Perhaps it was too early, there were no other guests in the tavern.

"Damn it, just a few months later, the Black Storm has come again. Not only this time, how many people will die again."

"Uncle Ye, don't complain. If the monster in the wind hears it, your tavern will be gone. I think life and death are destined to be dead. It's useless to die, even if we hide, right?"

"Hmph, if you want to die, I have a family of old and old. I'm getting more and more difficult to live... Little monkey, why are you again? Put down the wine quickly, that's the plum wine I bought from Jiangnan Road, which costs five cents a bowl!"

After the store came to his senses, he saw the little monkey stealing wine behind the counter. His face suddenly changed and he rushed over. The little monkey had already sipped the wine in the bowl at this time. He was hit on the back of the head twice by the store, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He licked the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

"This plum wine is really delicious, but you sell it for five cents a bowl, aren't you afraid of lightning strikes?"

"If you want to chop, you will be killed first. Don't talk nonsense, get out of here quickly. Otherwise, I will chase you out."

The shop covered the jar of wine with a heartache. Although he was talking harshly, he did not really drive him away. It seemed that he was no longer surprised. The little monkey ignored him and twisted his butt and found a table against the wall to sit down. Lu Xin was excited when he heard that there was plum wine, so he asked the shop to put on a pot. The little monkey was very happy to see someone invite him to drink, so he asked the shop for a plate of side dishes.

The wine is very sweet, indeed the taste of Jiangnan plum wine. Lu Xin hasn't drunk for a long time, but he still feels familiar. When he drank the first bowl, the sky outside the window turned completely dark. The whole tavern was shaking violently, and the ground was shaking, as if it would collapse at any time. The shop started kneeling on the ground and praying, folding his hands together, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"I said Uncle Ye, do you really believe that the monks' broken scriptures can bless you for a long time? I advise you not to go to the temple to burn incense. Give me the money I gave to the monk, this is the merit."

"Hmph, you are so arrogant, right? The Buddha is a compassionate and supreme venerable, who can know all sufferings of sentient beings. As long as we sincerely respect the Buddha, the Buddha will definitely bring blessings. Do you think that you are a Taoist priest in a broken Taoist temple? You are the only one who disrespects the Buddha in this Dunhuang City."

While cursing the little monkey for not understanding Buddhism, the shop stood up from the ground and finally calmed down a lot. Lu Xin wanted to know the origin of the "black storm", so he managed to get some information from the two of them.

In Dunhuang City, the origin of the Black Storm can be traced back to the Jin Dynasty. No one knows where the gust of wind came from. It usually occurs once every six months, and each lasts for half an hour. At that time, from outside Yumen to the entire Suzhou area, all the yellow sand will be covered in the sky. And after each black storm, many people will disappear in the city. Small, old, men, women, and all kinds of people. After disappearing, I have never seen anyone come back.

"When it comes to this, it's not really that no one has escaped from the Black Storm. I remember that when I was a child, it was the early years of Renshou. At that time, Emperor Wen of Sui ordered the Dunhuang County to sway all the strength of the county to quickly build the Jiu-grade Liantai Temple. However, on the first day of the temple construction, the Black Storm swept across Dunhuang. At that time, there was only one monk who came here to preach from the Central Plains. The abbot of the Jiu-grade Liantai Temple appointed by Emperor Wen of Sui. The thing in the Black Storm seemed to be for this monk. After arresting him, he quickly left. The people at that time believed that the emperor ordered the construction of the temple to anger the monsters, and the monk would definitely die if he was captured. Unexpectedly, three days later, the monk walked back himself and changed the name of the Jiu-grade Liantai Temple to Jiu-loan Temple. Since then, the incense of Jiu-loan Temple has been flourishing, and no more accidents have occurred."

"Really and false? Jiulian Temple has this story. Why have I never heard of it? Uncle Ye, you won't make up your own tricks, right?"

After hearing the shop's words, the little monkey was so shocked that his eyes widened, and even forgot to eat the side dishes that had already been put to his mouth. Seeing this, the shop laughed at him twice, picked up the kettle on the table and filled himself with a large bowl.

"Believe it or not, Master Yan Cen of Jiulian Temple is a god. If it weren't for his face, how could Master Xuanzang, who went to India to seek scriptures under the will of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, be able to preach in the city for three days without stopping? But these are stories from decades ago. Now, not many people should still remember it."

"My God, if this is true, then Master Yan Cen's magic power is probably not under that monster. No wonder Jiulian Temple will become the most incense temple in Dunhuang City. It seems that I have to hide in Jiulian Temple when the next Black Storm comes again."

After the little monkey finished speaking excitedly, he picked up the bowl and drank two big sips of wine. Then he looked at Lu Xin, trying to say something. But at this moment, the roof of the tavern was blown away by the strong wind. The broken tiles, broken beams, and countless sandstorms were smashed into the tavern. Lu Xin shouted "Be careful" and wanted the little monkey to run to the corner to hide. But the wind in his ears was too loud, big enough to cover up all the sounds between heaven and earth. What Lu Xin said could not be spread in the air at all.

roar!

It seemed that something was roaring in the sky, and Lu Xin looked up and saw countless lightnings looming in the dark sandstorm. A huge gravity fell from the sky with the wind and sand. In just one moment, the little monkey disappeared at the table. Then, the sandstorm quickly dissipated. In less than five breaths, the sky returned to calm. All the strange phenomena dissipated, and Yi Ran looked like a clear sky.

Lu Xin's face changed drastically, and he rushed out of the tavern and found that the sandstorm that had originally covered the sun was far away in the sky. The street was in a mess, with overturned goods everywhere. The tavern was overturned, and the store owner was in tears. He could only shout at the sky, completely forgot the peace that a Buddhist believer should have.

"I, Ye Qi, have been vegetarian and chanting Buddha's name for decades, and have never done anything bad. Buddha Lord, why don't you bless me? Damn monster, damn monster, I'm going to kill you."

The store owner was obviously too excited and shouted while smashing the things in the tavern. After hearing this for a moment, Lu Xin suddenly turned around and walked in front of him. The store owner glanced at Lu Xin's expression, as if he was scared, and was shocked all over, but stopped his movements.

"Take me to Jiulian Temple to meet Master Yan Cen."

"Jiulian Temple? What are you looking for Master Yan Cen to do? Can't you...you can't, the little monkey was swept away by the Black Storm. Do you know how powerful the monsters there are? You are still young, so don't do stupid things."

"Don't talk nonsense, take me there."

At this time, Lu Xin just wanted to save the little monkey quickly, so how could he care about whether it was dangerous or not? Seeing the store owner hesitated, he picked it up. To him, the little monkey was his savior. Not to mention being caught by a monster, even if he was taken away by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, he would be beaten to the thirty-third level of heaven!

"You, who are you? Let me go, let me down, I'll take you there."

Lu Xin's strength was naturally not something that ordinary people like the shopkeepers could imagine. Knowing that persuasion was useless, the shopkeeper quickly took him to a temple in Beicheng. The gate of the temple was five meters wide, and two huge stone elephants stood in front of the door, rolling up with long noses, roaring majestic. This was the first time Lu Xin saw such a grand temple. Emperor Wen of Sui obviously played a very critical role. But he had no time to think about it at this time, nor did he have time to see the scenery around him. After breaking into the temple gate, he rushed straight to the Great Hall not far away.

The Jiulian Temple worships Sakyamuni Buddha, as well as more than a dozen Bodhisattvas and Heavenly Kings. All the Buddha statues are carved with exquisite slights, as small as the eyes, movements, as large as the robes on their bodies, and the lotus platform under them, all of which are lifelike. At this time, a large number of monks were sitting in the Great Hall chanting scriptures. Seeing Lu Xin rushing in, two little monks immediately stepped forward to stop them.

"It's not yet time to open the temple, please come back."

"I want to meet Master Yan Cen."

"The abbot is not in the temple, and there is no noise in front of the Buddha's seat. Donor please go back quickly, otherwise don't blame the rudeness of this temple."

Seeing that the little shaman could not stop him, a middle-aged monk stood up from the ground. Lu Xin looked at him and saw that the monk's pupils were flashing with Brahma light, spinning rapidly like a bottomless abyss. Lu Xin only glanced at him and felt dizzy and could fall asleep at any time. Knowing that it was an illusion, he quickly bit the tip of his tongue and slapped the monk with a sudden palm.

"Music hand seal?"

After the monk took Lu Xin's magic, his face immediately became shocked. Seeing this, the other monks looked angry and stood up one after another. Seeing that the scene was tense, they could fight at any time. But the middle-aged monk waved his hand and signaled the monks to sit down again. Then, an old and majestic voice sounded behind the Main Hall. It seemed that the person who was talking was the Buddha himself.

"Xuan Chi, let him come in. I'll wait for him in the Dragon Hall."
Chapter completed!