Chapter 682 Both true and illusory
Sanjar was finally dragged under the collapsed wall, and when he looked up, he could see the exposed statue of the Supreme God.
The scholar also dragged his broken body, clawing at the ground with his hands, and crawled over little by little. Then he relaxed his strength and pressed his face against the feet of the stone statue, with a look of obsession between his brows and eyes.
"If you hadn't lost your strength, I might not have been so obsessed with bringing you home."
"Although I encountered a little obstacle...but it's okay..."
Sanjar listened to his low murmur, and then thought of the roasted and oozing statues in the temple. Then he looked at the stone statues of corpses all over the yard. He suddenly realized something, and his heart trembled.
"The priest...was made into a stone statue by you? Replaced in...the temple?"
"That's right. Serving for a lifetime and becoming a substitute can be regarded as a worthy death, right?"
The scholar's words made Sanjar shudder.
"So, it's because of you that Xiaoluyuan completely lost the protection of the temple and ended up in this state now?" Sanjar asked in a trembling voice.
"Maybe?"
The scholar slowly raised his head. Although his lower body was long gone and bright red blood was flowing out, he still seemed to have regained some strength and crawled towards the frightened Sanjar.
"But maybe, I became like this because the temple didn't protect me from the beginning."
"But I deserve it if I think about it. Who told me to have thoughts about the Supreme God that I shouldn't have?"
The scholar chuckled lightly, with an unknown emotion in his eyes.
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were streaming down Sanjar's face, and slowly moved closer, causing Sanjar's whole body to tremble, and said in a soft whispering voice:
"As for you...it's your honor to be part of my collection. The small green garden has quiet scenery and is also a good place to be buried..."
Before the last word could be uttered, a golden tentacle suddenly broke through the scholar's throat and was permanently pressed on the tip of his tongue.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Sanjar's face.
The scholar's eyes widened instantly, confusion, fear, and unwillingness appeared on his face in turn, and finally he was torn in half by the tentacles.
From head to waist only...
Another wave of hot water poured over Sanjar's head and face.
With the death of the scholar, the power that once restrained Sanjar also disappeared, and the stone statues fell one after another as if they had lost their power, and the rubble was scattered on the ground.
The stone shells of the stone statues in the courtyard were opened, revealing blue-white corpses one after another.
Sanjar narrowly escaped death and rushed out of the half-collapsed house without even putting on his clothes.
He rushed outside and regretted it. He was barefoot and bare-chested, and could not move in the snow.
The only good thing is that the wind and snow seem to have stopped.
He was struggling in the snow when he suddenly saw black figures emerging one after another in the streets and alleys, walking towards him with stiff steps.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the pattern of his actions was clearly not that of a normal person. Sanjar was frightened and tried to run away in the opposite direction, but he found that he was also a dark figure.
There are even many shapes that are not human, but look like huge wild boars, deer, or even bears.
How can Sanjar, a low-level monk, deal with so many strange creatures?
He looked around, black shadows came like a tide, and despair surged into his heart like a flood.
Originally, the cold had made his whole body uncontrollable. Under the excitement, he froze in place, his mind was dizzy, and all the black shadows overlapped in his field of vision, swaying...
At that moment, he vaguely saw countless golden lotuses emerging from the ground, wrapping these black figures and tearing them into pieces.
The golden light shot straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the dark snow clouds, and the sunlight fell on the world...
Sanjar then lost consciousness.
……
When Sanjar opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the bed.
It was still dark, with only a faint light coming from outside the door.
He stood up in a panic and anxiously touched his limbs and head.
Fortunately, they are all still alive and intact.
He banged his head, wondering if he had had a ridiculous dream.
Those black shadows were approaching in droves, how could he not be torn into pieces?
Or is he actually dead and has come to the world after death?
In panic, Sanjar stood up quickly, opened the door, and saw a bright light, which took him a long time to adjust, and then he saw a scene that stunned him——
Looking down from the second floor, all the windows in Guangfeng Building are open, and the door is also wide open. The long-lost light falls into the house from the outside, bringing a trace of warmth. There were even pieces of snow-white things floating in.
Sanjar thought they were snowflakes at first, but when they floated up to his eyes and took a closer look, they turned out to be pear blossoms.
Where do the pear blossoms come from this season?
He became more and more convinced that he should have entered the world after death.
Suddenly, a strong aroma hit my nose.
"Two distinguished guests, the dumplings you ordered are here!"
At this time, the voice of the shopkeeper's wife sounded on the first floor, reaching Sanjar's ears and startling him for a moment.
In his mind, he thought of the headless shopkeeper's wife, standing on the edge of the railing tremblingly, looking down.
A figure walked slowly by holding a tray.
That's... the shopkeeper's wife who still has a brain.
On the tray were two large bowls of dumplings and two plates of side dishes, delivered to the table of the grandfather and grandson.
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Wherever Sanjar looked, he could clearly see that the table was filled with steamed buns, biscuits and pastries, which were very rich.
Sanjar was even more stunned when he saw the two of them still talking and laughing.
So, they are dead too?
No, could it be...that it was really just a nightmare of his?
The old man immediately took out a hot dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, making it sizzle while the other woman picked up one and bit it in half, revealing the plump and juicy meat filling inside.
The sound of chopping meat suddenly sounded in Sanjar's mind.
I couldn't help but feel a chill running down my spine.
At this moment, the woman suddenly raised her head, her eyes were like water, and she looked straight at Sanjar.
The old man and the shopkeeper's wife seemed to be aware of the woman's gaze, and they also looked up and saw Sanjar standing blankly on the second floor.
The shopkeeper's wife smiled and said, "Brother, please get dressed quickly and come down for breakfast!"
The old man also shook his head and said: "Oh, although you have a good figure, you are not wearing any clothes, it is really an eyesore!"
After listening to the two men's banter, Sanjar looked down and realized that he was still naked, and hurriedly retreated into the room in embarrassment.
After closing the door and looking down, he was surprised to find that the pants he was wearing on his lower body didn't seem to be his own.
No! That scholar's pants!
This realization suddenly woke him up.
It turns out that it was not a dream.
But, how on earth did he escape from that disaster?
Sanjar thought of the storage bag he had lost, and couldn't help slapping his head in frustration - didn't he even lose his change of clothes? Could he only go out naked and wearing a big cloak?
However, when he glanced at the table, he saw his storage bag lying there quietly, with Elena's letter underneath.
Could it be...
The storage bag was not lost in the snow, but was left in the room when I hurried out?
With his mind in turmoil, Sanjar took out the clothes from his storage bag and changed them in a hurry.
When I walked downstairs, I found that not only the grandfather and grandson, but also many people in Guangfeng Building were sitting around eating.
Sanjar always vaguely felt that these people looked familiar, as if he had seen them in that strange temple, and they seemed like the dark shadows that besieged him later.
However, everything is peaceful now. Sanjar is eating steamed buns with pickles and watching slices of pear blossoms blowing into the house outside the window. It feels like a blurred dream.
Finally, Li Xiaoer gave Sanjar a bowl of rice dumplings stuffed with pear blossoms, wishing him all the best on his journey and wishing his family reunion and good health.
This blessing spoke to Sanjar's heart.
He thanked him sincerely and apologized silently in his heart. He seemed to have stabbed the waiter.
After eating the dumplings, they are glutinous and sticky to the teeth, and the aroma of pear blossom wine is fragrant.
Sanjar couldn't help but sigh in his heart, as expected, Tang people still know how to eat.
After checking out, Sanjar walked out of Guangfeng Building.
It wasn't snowing outside, but instead it was warm as spring. The snow on the ground was melting, and he felt a little warm in his cloak.
This made him feel that everything in the darkness was like a dream that was both real and illusory.
Pieces of pear blossoms were falling in the wind, and he looked in the direction of the wind——
In the center of the small green garden, a huge pear tree suddenly grew up. Its crown was as white as snow, standing quietly in the wind.