[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

When I got closer, I realized that the trail was composed of flat and short steps, and the end was not visible when you went up step by step.

The steps are very narrow and can only accommodate two or three people to pass together. There are many torii gates on both sides of the stone steps, and the solemn lacquer red has turned into a mottled rust red.

This is an old shrine.

I looked at it and took out my phone, it showed no signal.So I turned on the flashlight and let the light shine on my feet in a regular manner.

Wow, shouldn't there be a Girl's Day doll here, it's really a ghost movie scene.

I shook my head to get the offending thoughts out of my mind, put my hands together and meditated in my heart, no matter which god it is, I'm sorry to bother you.

In the past, I didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and I only kept my due reverence.But after a series of miraculous events, I changed my original mind, and I hesitated to finally step into the realm of the shrine.

I looked back, and the gray mist behind me refused to give up trying to catch up, but it was blown away by the gentle wind.

The old shrine exudes a stale atmosphere, but the interior is unexpectedly clean.

Contrary to what I thought, I thought that after entering the shrine, there would be dust or creepy snakes, rats and ants crawling over.

The red candle used for lighting was burning, and the candle tears slowly fell and piled up together, solidifying into a whitish water red.After the candlelight jumped, I stood up straight again, as if nodding to me.

Someone here, or something here.

Although there is no human breath, the traces of activities here are very obvious.

Is this a forgotten and abandoned shrine?

I let out a breath slowly, not knowing what to say or what to do.

I clasped my hands together and said softly: "Thank you for your kindness and generosity, I will leave when dawn comes."

Candle tears rolled down from the body of the candle, and couldn't accumulate and fell on the table to form a small spot. I took out a tissue and wiped it carefully.

"Hiss." The candle burned a little fiercely, and candle tears fell on the back of my hand when I wiped the table.The temperature was not very high, but the sudden heat startled me.

"Whoo~"

Breeze poured in from all directions, wrapping me gently.The temperature on the back of my hand seemed to be separated, and the slight tingling pain disappeared, and the wind gently soothed my panic.

A thin, clear voice came from above my head: "Human beings are so troublesome."

The owner of the voice is obviously not my kind, I slow down my breathing and pinch the cuff with my fingertips.

I saw a small golden dragon with the thickness of an index finger hovering in the air. Its expression was very vivid—worried and frightened.

"Master Yimulian is really good! Human beings will not have any accidents if they are burned, how can they waste their divine power casually!"

Master Yimulian?Is it the owner of this shrine...

I twirled my fingertips lightly, the breeze seemed to still be wrapped around my fingertips.

The faint golden light on Jinlong's body flickered, fluctuating with its emotions.

"Little Golden Dragon..."

I looked up at the golden dragon, it was startled by my sudden sound, the golden dragon's tail froze and almost fell from the air.

"I'm not a golden dragon, I'm a wind dragon, a wind dragon!" Feng Long retorted angrily, his red eyes staring at my entire dragon face with anger.

The golden one is not called the golden dragon?

I smiled politely and awkwardly at Fenglong.

"Human, you can actually see me." The wind dragon descended from the sky, circled around me and let out a strange sound of exclamation. "I thought the human beings couldn't see us now!"

I stood there without moving, and asked in a low voice the name I heard just now: "Well, you just said that Master Yimulian wasted his divine power, does it affect him?"

"Of course it has an impact! It's not you hateful humans!" Fenglong rolled in the air puffed up, his voice was aggrieved. "Gods are not omnipotent, Mr. Yimulian has tried his best, why are you still not satisfied..."

"...Hey, don't cry." It seems to be a long, long story.

Fenglong blinked and dropped the golden peas, the golden scales on his body were dry and in very poor condition.

The majestic dragon - even if it is only as thick as my index finger, it is very distressing to drop the golden peas.

"You human beings are so bad! If you don't make me cry when you bully others, I'll just cry..."

Jin Doudou has a tendency to break the embankment, Fenglong sniffs and is very aggrieved.

"Don't cry, I'll draw a portrait for you, Fenglong, but the dragon must be very handsome!" I took out the drawing paper with Fat Sanhua in my bag, "Do you think this cat is cute?"

"Hurr... a cat? Isn't this a pig?" Feng Long looked at the painting in my hand with teary eyes, and was very suspicious of my painting skills.

"Where does it look like a pig? It's a super cute cat!" I was very unconvinced. A discerning person saw that it was a super fat and beautiful three-colored cat. How could it become a pig?

"Then you can draw a picture for me..."

"Look at it!" I threw the drawing paper on the table, the dim candlelight hurt my eyes, I turned on the flashlight on my phone and handed it to Fenglong, "Hold it, my drawing will definitely satisfy you!"

"...Oh." Fenglong looked at me suspiciously, flicked his tail and rolled up my mobile phone to shoot the light steadily on the drawing paper.

"... Draw my scales sharper, how soft..."

"Look in the mirror yourself, you are soft now!"

"Then you paint my scales brighter, it's too dark, too dark, I'm not so ugly!"

"...Well, good." I sighed silently looking at the dull gray scales on the edges, and replaced them with a brighter golden color.

The golden wind dragon on the screen has a relaxed and comfortable expression. It shuttles through the clouds with ease, and the faint golden light of its scales cannot even be covered by the clouds.

I didn't draw very complicated ones, but Fenglong looked very satisfied with the painting.It stared at my hand from time to time, like a dishonest child.

Fenglong happily rolled twice in the air, and every time the flashlight on the mobile phone was turned off, the light circle flickered and dazzled people's eyes.

"Okay, human beings, your drawing is not bad, showing one percent of my momentum!"

"All right, all right, you are cute and you have the final say."

"It's not cute, it's handsome!"

"Fenglong, don't make trouble."

"Master Yimulian!"

I turned around and saw a little man with the height of two palms floating in the air looking at me. He had two golden horns on his forehead, and the golden dragon flew over and circled behind him.

"Are you okay?" Lord Shenming's voice was clear and pleasant, and this person exuded a peaceful atmosphere.

"I'm fine, thank you, my lord."

It seemed a little presumptuous, I quietly covered the messy drawing paper behind me.

"You're welcome." He landed on the table, and the breeze brushed his bangs away, and I saw that his eyes seemed to be injured.

"This is not a place where humans should come, I will send you back."

Lord Shenming didn't care about anything, and looked at me with a gentle and pale smile.

I watched blankly as his vision gradually blurred and his consciousness faded away.I felt the feeling of falling in my sleep, and I sat up suddenly from the bed.

Eh?What's wrong with me……

I leaned on my forehead and looked at the full moon outside the window, my mind was fuzzy. I was collecting wind on the mountain, and when it got dark... came back?

Strange, why seems to have forgotten something.