The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 682 Both true and illusory
Sanjar was finally dragged to 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, scratching the ground with his hands, and crawled over bit by bit. Then he relaxed his strength and pressed his face against the feet of the stone statue, his eyes full of obsession.

"If you hadn't lost your power, I might never have had the crazy desire to bring you home."

"Although I encountered a little bit of obstacles... but fortunately..."

Sanjar listened to his low whispers, and thought of the burning statue in the temple. He then 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? And was he replaced in the temple?"

"Yes, after serving for a lifetime, being able to become a substitute is a worthy death, right?"

The scholar’s ​​words gave Sanjar a chill.

"So, Little Green Garden completely lost the protection of the temple and ended up in such a state now, and it was all because of you?" Sanjar asked in a trembling voice.

"Maybe?"

The scholar slowly raised his head. Even though his lower body was long gone and bright red blood was gushing out, he still seemed to have regained some strength and crawled towards the terrified Sanjar.

"But perhaps, the reason I became like this is because the temple did not protect me from the beginning."

"But think about it, it's what I deserve. Who told me to have thoughts about the Supreme God that I shouldn't have?"

The scholar chuckled, with unexplainable emotion in his eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Sanjar's face, slowly moved closer, causing Sanjar's whole body to tremble, and said in a whisper:

"As for you...it's an honor for you to be my collection. The Little Green Garden has beautiful scenery and is also a good place to be buried..."

Before the last word was uttered, a golden tentacle suddenly broke through the scholar's throat and pressed the tip of his tongue forever.

Blood gushed out and splattered on Sanjar's face.

The scholar's eyes widened instantly, with confusion, fear, and unwillingness appearing on his face one after another, and finally he was torn in half by the tentacles.

From head to waist only...

Another stream of scalding water poured all over Sanjar's head and face.

With the scholar's death, the power that once restrained Sanjar also disappeared, and the stone statues fell down one after another as if they had lost their power, and the rubble was scattered all over the ground.

The stone shells of the stone statues in the yard opened, revealing bluish-white corpses.

Sanjar escaped death and without even having time to put on his clothes, he crawled out of the half-collapsed house.

He rushed outside and then regretted his decision. He was barefoot and shirtless and could hardly move in the snow.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the wind and snow seemed to have stopped.

He was struggling in the snow when he suddenly caught a glimpse of dark shadows emerging from the streets and alleys, walking towards him with stiff steps.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly, the pattern of action was obviously not that of a normal person. Sanjar was terrified and tried to escape in the opposite direction, but he found that there were also dark figures.

There are even many creatures that are not in human shape, but rather look like giant wild boars, deer, and even bears.

With so many strange creatures, how can Sanjar, who is just a low-level monk, deal with them?
He looked around, dark shadows were pouring in like a tide, and despair surged into his heart like a flood.

The cold had already made his whole body unable to move, and under his agitated emotions, he froze in place, his head was dizzy, and all the black shadows overlapped in his vision, staggering here and there...

At that moment, he vaguely saw countless golden lotuses emerging from the ground, wrapping around these black shadows 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 earth...

Then, Sanjar lost consciousness.

……

When Sanjar opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed.

It was still dark, with only a faint light coming in from outside the door.

He got up in a panic and felt his limbs and head anxiously.

Fortunately, they are all still alive and well.

He tapped his head, wondering if he had just had an absurd dream.

How could he not be torn to pieces with those shadows approaching in droves?

Or is it that he is actually dead and has come to the afterlife?

In fear, Sanjar stood up quickly and opened the door. A bright light shone in, which took him a while to adjust to. Then he was stunned by the scene -

Looking down from the second floor, all the windows in Guangfeng Building were open, and the door was also open. The long-lost light from outside fell into the house, bringing a hint of warmth. There were even pieces of snow-white things floating in.

Sanjar thought it was snowflakes at first, but when he looked closely, he realized it was pear blossoms.

Where do the pear blossoms come from in this season?
He became more and more convinced that he must have entered the world after death.

Suddenly, a rich fragrance wafted into my nose.

"My dear guests, the dumplings you ordered are here!"

At this time, the voice of the shopkeeper's wife sounded on the first floor, which startled Sanjar for a moment when it reached his ears.

He thought of the headless shopkeeper's wife, and stood trembling on the edge of the railing, looking down.

A figure walked slowly by carrying a tray.

That’s… the shopkeeper’s wife who still has a brain.

There were two large bowls of dumplings and two plates of side dishes on the tray, which were brought to the table of the grandfather and grandson.

As far as Sanjar could see, the table was filled with buns, sesame cakes and pastries, which was very rich.

Sanjar was even more stunned when he saw the two of them still talking and laughing.

So, they died too?
No, could it be... that was really just a nightmare of his?
The old man immediately took a hot dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth, hissing from the heat. The other woman picked up one and bit half of it, revealing the plump and juicy meat filling inside.

The sound of chopping meat suddenly rang in Sanjar's mind.

I couldn't help but feel a chill down my spine.

At this moment, the woman suddenly looked up, her eyes as clear as water, looking straight at Sanjar.

The old man and the shopkeeper's wife seemed to notice the woman's gaze and looked up, seeing Sanjar standing on the second floor in a daze.

The shopkeeper's wife chuckled and called out, "Brother, please get dressed and come down to have breakfast!"

The old man also shook his head and said: "Oh, although you have a good figure, but you don't wear clothes, it really affects your appearance!"

After hearing the two people's jokes, Sanjar looked down and realized that he was still shirtless. He hurriedly retreated back into the house in embarrassment.

After closing the door and looking down, he discovered with confusion that the pants he was wearing on his lower body did not 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 did I escape from that disaster?
Sanjar thought of his lost storage bag and couldn't help slapping his head in annoyance - didn't he have any change of clothes? Would he have to go out naked with his cloak on?

However, when he glanced at the table, he saw his storage bag lying there quietly, with the letter from Elena underneath.

Is it...

The storage bag was not lost in the snow, but was forgotten in the room when I hurried out?

With his mind in a turmoil, Sanjar took out his clothes from his storage bag and changed hastily.

When I walked downstairs, I found that there were not only the grandfather and grandson, but also many other people in Guangfeng Building sitting around having breakfast.

Sanjar always felt that these people looked vaguely familiar, as if he had seen them in that strange temple, and also like the dark shadows that besieged him later.

But now everything is peaceful. Sanjar eats steamed buns with pickles and watches the pear blossoms outside the window blowing into the house. It feels like a hazy dream.

Finally, Li Xiaoer gave Sanjar a bowl of pear blossom stuffed dumplings, wishing him a safe journey and a happy family reunion.

This blessing touched Sanjar's heart.

He thanked him sincerely and apologized silently in his heart, as if he had stabbed the waiter with a sword.

The dumplings are sweet and sticky, and the aroma of pear blossom wine is fragrant.

Sanjar couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it turns out that the Tang people really know how to eat.

After checking out, Sanjar walked out of Guangfeng Building.

It wasn't snowing outside. Instead, it was as warm as spring. The snow on the ground was melting, and he felt a little hot even in his cloak.

This made him feel that everything in the darkness was like a dream that was both real and illusory.

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 grew out of nowhere. Its crown was as white as snow, standing quietly in the wind.