The temple is not big.

Only a clay sculpture of a golden body is enshrined, and the gold paint is brand new.

There is no incense, no other unnecessary items in the temple, and there is not even a futon for people to kneel.

The golden body has no face, but you can feel the solemn and evil temperament of the golden body.

"You have the aura of a fox in your body. I think you are close to the fox clan, and you are even a fox demon." The pig demon slowly approached, bent down and worshiped the golden body:

"This is Lord Demon God. You and I are both demons, and you should know his honorable name.

If you pass by this temple, you must come and pay your respects. The demon god has a spirit and will protect you."

Zhao Wujiang also bowed slightly and said with a smile:

"Now that I have the protection of the Demon God, it will be a smooth road for me to come here and go to Youdu."

"A sincere heart leads to spiritual success..." The pig demon patted Zhao Wujiang's shoulder in a friendly manner. In his eyes, if he worshiped the demon god devoutly, he would be considered half one of his own.

As soon as he finished speaking, another thunder exploded in the sky, and heavy rain poured down from the stacked dark clouds.

Suddenly, the sky became darker and darker, and the rain poured heavily, making the mud floor outside the temple crackle.

The smell of water vapor mixed with dust hits your face, which is both hot and dry, but also has a unique freshness.

Zhao Wujiang stared at the golden body of the demon god and smiled gently:

"I hope I can meet the people I want to meet sooner."

The golden body has no face, and the treasure appearance is solemn.

Zhao Wujiang's current appearance is half close to his real appearance. The half of his covered face is full of gentleness.

If praying to God is really useful, then what’s the harm in bowing sincerely or even knocking on the ground?

If it is of no use, it is better to ask God than to ask yourself.

He turned around, took out an oil-paper umbrella from his storage bag, and opened it with a bang.

The rain pattered on the oil paper umbrella, and he said with a smile:

"Brothers, thank you for your kind reminder. I will leave now and see you later."

The monkey demon crossed his arms and did not take shelter from the rain. His golden hair was soaked by the rain. His expression softened and he nodded towards Zhao Wujiang.

The pig demon opened his mouth, sighed slightly, and said nothing.

The horse demon had long been hiding in the temple, holding a volume of ancient books in his hand. He glanced at Zhao Wujiang, then turned back and continued staring at the book, mumbling something.

It was raining heavily, and Zhao Wujiang walked through the mud with straw sandals on his feet and walked down the mountain.

Steady steps and gentle demeanor.

The pig demon sat with his big ass on the threshold of the ruined temple. Looking at Zhao Wujiang's retreating back, he sighed:

"Another person who goes to Youdu to find his obsession."

He heard what Zhao Wujiang said, meet the person you want to see as soon as possible.

This kind of desire, or this kind of obsession, is too much among the passers-by in Youdu, and in the souls of Youdu that refuse to dissipate.

He is obviously dead, but he refuses to leave like this. His remaining soul is hovering in the world, eager to see his loved ones for the last time.

He is obviously alive, but he refuses to live well. He only wants to ask the ghosts and gods in the world where to find the dead.

Zhao Wujiang held an umbrella, it was raining heavily, there was mist in all directions, and water vapor was billowing.

After passing Youdu, he can take the teleportation spirit array to Tianbaozhou, where he can meet the people he met.

He had a gentle smile, but the rain was pouring, and his oil-paper umbrella only had eight ribs, which could not withstand the heavy rain, but his heart was peaceful and calm.

With two cups of tea and feet full of yellow mud, he finally walked down the mountain.

There was a gray mist in front of us, and in the hazy front we could see a blue-black city dominating the sky and the earth between the rain curtains.

Zhao Wujiang stepped on the muddy water and walked towards the city.

Suddenly, thunder arcs flashed in the sky, and strong winds came from all around. His oil-paper umbrella was blown over and several of its bones were broken.

The heavy rain instantly soaked his clothes.

He saw what seemed to be a person standing in the rain curtain in front of him, with a tall and upright posture, something familiar.

He took out the hatchet from his waist and walked towards the figure step by step, stepping on the muddy water.
Chapter completed!