The Great Dream God

In front of the gate of Yulong Temple, the night was like thick ink, spreading wantonly, immersing the whole world in darkness. Meng Jin's figure emerged quietly like a ghost, his posture was strange and unusual, his footsteps were light and secretive, like an erratic ghost in the dark night, carefully sneaking around the winding path.

"There is an evil aura about this Yulong Temple." Meng Jin whispered to himself. His voice was particularly clear in the silent night, yet it trembled slightly.

He slowly stepped into this mysterious and gloomy temple, as if he had stepped into an unknown and terrifying realm. As soon as he entered the temple, an empty space appeared before his eyes like a huge painting. This empty space was vast and boundless, filled with an extremely strange atmosphere, which was like a cold tide, impacting people's hearts wave after wave, as if countless invisible eyes were peeping in the dark, making people's backs cold.

Meng Jin couldn't help but shudder and murmured, "This place is so weird." His voice echoed in the empty temple, carrying an inexplicable fear.

On this open space, there are some wooden sculptures of children's bodies, which are lifelike, and the delicate textures seem to be traces of time, telling stories of the past. However, they exude a creepy chill, which is like a cold venomous snake, slowly crawling up people's spines, making people shudder.

Meng Jin frowned and said, "What kind of evil magic is this? Using a child's wooden carving..." His eyes were full of confusion and anger, and that anger was like a burning flame, as if to burn all the evil to ashes.

Meng Jin's heart could not help but feel a piercing chill, but his eyes revealed determination and fearlessness. He did not stop exploring, but continued to move slowly into the depths of the temple. His figure seemed lonely and determined in the darkness, like a ray of dawn that broke through the darkness.

Then, an extremely heavy-tasting scene appeared before his eyes—the body of a real child was lying on the ground. The bloody scene was like a sharp blade, piercing his eyes fiercely. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was like the breath of a devil, making his stomach churn.

At this moment, a child wearing a bamboo hat suddenly appeared like a ghost. The child exuded a bloody smell and was obviously cruelly transformed. His eyes were full of madness and distortion, and he pounced directly towards Mengjin like an out-of-control beast.

"Who is this monster!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice resounding through the sky like thunder, containing endless power and majesty.

Meng Jin's eyes were stern, and they seemed to contain endless power and majesty, shining like bright stars in the darkness. He raised his foot without hesitation and kicked it away with the force of thunder. At that moment, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

The little monster's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. After drawing an arc in the air, it fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound, like the bell of hell ringing in this silent night.

Meng Jin stretched out a finger, and a light as white as snow shone on it. The light was dazzling, like a sharp blade, instantly tearing the little monster that had been transformed into a mad dog into pieces. The light bloomed like a gorgeous firework, illuminating this dark corner, and then gradually dissipated, leaving only debris on the ground.

Meng Jin snorted coldly: "This is the end of doing evil!" His voice was cold and firm, like frost in a cold night, making people shudder.

After solving this problem, Meng Jin continued to move forward, his figure appeared lonely and firm in the dim temple, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be full of firm determination and fearless courage.

Gradually, he entered the interior of Yulong Temple. At this time, the sound of chanting reached his ears. The sound was low and strange, like the whispers from hell, echoing in the empty temple, making people shudder. The sound was like an invisible force, tightly entwining people's hearts, making people feel an indescribable fear.

Meng Jin sneaked in carefully, only to see a group of devout monks chanting with their eyes closed. Their figures were blurred in the dim light, as if they were a group of ghosts from the dark world.

"What sutra are you chanting here?" Meng Jin asked, his voice breaking the eerie silence with an irresistible majesty.

The monks ignored him and continued to chant with their eyes closed. Their faces looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, as if they were covered by a thick shadow, making it difficult to see their true expressions. The shadow was like a thick veil, covering up countless secrets and sins.

Meng Jin stepped forward and asked again: "Why are there so many bloody things in this temple?" His voice was full of anger and confusion, like a burning torch, trying to illuminate this dark corner.

Their faces looked particularly gloomy in the dim light, as if they were covered by a thick shadow, making it impossible to see their true expressions. The shadow was like a thick veil, covering up countless secrets and sins.

Meng Jin walked forward step by step, his steps were slow but firm. When he came behind the huge Buddha statue, the scene in front of him made him gasp.

The Buddha statue shone with golden light, sacred and solemn, like a bright sun, emitting dazzling light. However, behind it were statues of children stained with blood. The eyes of those statues were empty, as if they were telling of endless pain and sorrow. The silent accusation was like a heavy hammer, hitting Meng Jin's heart hard, making him feel a chill rising from his spine, and he was terrified.

"You evil monks, how dare you do such a heartless thing!" Meng Jin shouted angrily, his voice was like a thunder, exploding in the temple. His eyes were burning with rage, and that rage was like hot magma, as if it wanted to burn all the evils to ashes.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the night fell as fast as ink, shrouding the entire temple in darkness. The darkness was like thick ink, making it impossible to escape, as if it was a huge cage that trapped everyone.

A mysterious force surged in his body, as irresistible as a surging tide. His body underwent strange changes, his skin became as pale as paper, his joints made crackling sounds, and he turned into a zombie.