This was the first winter rain Ling Tianyun had encountered, and he had been galloping for more than half an hour, and he was already fifty or sixty miles away from Baishi Town. But it began to rain, and thin threads of rain fell from the sky.

The cold wind dances in the winter rain field, the bleak wind and cold rain are coming from afar, and the winter rain gently falls on the world in the cold and lonely sky. The rain didn't seem to be heavy, and thin rains gradually hit Ling Tianyun's body. The rain came towards him with an icy chill, hitting his face like a knife.

The silk of winter rain is like weaving a winter love network, covering the whole world. The rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually turned into raindrops that looked like snow but not snow, and ice but not ice.

This winter rain is like a cold arrow falling from the sky, with a solemn cold air wantonly destroying this land, it is not like the spring rain like love silk lingering and poetic, never stopping. It is also not as majestic as the summer rain, pouring down, rough and unrestrained. It is not as emotional and touching as the autumn rain, and it is as bleak and tactful as the falling leaves.

Ling Tianyun wiped the rain from his face and felt a slight chill surging into his body. The injuries on his body had not yet healed, and he did not feel a shiver. He immediately urged the white horse to speed up.

Ahead, through the curtain rain, you can clearly see that there is a mountain with only a little greenery standing next to the official road. That big mountain is Qingyun Mountain, the westernmost mountain in the Wutai Mountains. The mountain towered in, the cliff was steep, and it was in a cloud and mist, and in this bleak winter rain, it was like a hazy and majestic man standing in the north of Nalanzhou.

From the right side of the official road, turn into a small road, and a village suddenly appears in front of you. There were only a dozen or so scattered families in that village, under the foot of the Qingyun Mountain. The dense winter rain fell on the village, which seemed extraordinarily peaceful. By this time, it had been winter for a long time, and the fields had long since dried up, so the farmers in the village did not have to come out to farm. Therefore, there are few people in the village, and most of them are nested at home.

Ling Tianyun rode his horse to the head of the village, there were two towering ancient trees next to the head of the village, the leaves of the trees had already fallen, and the branches of the whole body were bare, like an old man, although he was wise and had little vitality. A two-foot-wide stone staircase beside the towering ancient tree stretched out towards the village.

When he came to the stone steps, he dismounted, and led the horse up the stone steps to the village. Not long after the rain fell, the ground was not completely wet, and the dead branches and grass on both sides of the stone steps were covered with raindrops. Walking up the stone steps, on both sides of the stone steps are planted with vegetables unique to winter, and they are full of green life.

Ling Tianyun led the horse, constantly brushing the raindrops on his body with water, and his body was already wet from the winter rain. The jet-black hair was messy against his forehead, and he looked embarrassed. And as soon as his wound was invaded by the cold air of the winter rain, it was faintly painful, and he couldn't help frowning.

Along the stone steps up about twenty or thirty zhang above, there is a small temple with blue bricks and red tiles in front of you, and there is a wooden shed next to the temple. The wooden hut was surrounded by a bamboo fence and topped with some straw, about a man high. Next to the wooden shed was a tall green pine, which emitted bursts of green and stood proudly in the winter rain. A cold wind blew, and the green pine branches danced lightly, and the rain fell one after another.

He led the horse and quickened his pace, and walked to the wooden shed next to the temple, and found a black and shiny black donkey tied to the wooden shed. When the little black donkey saw their arrival, he glared at them with a big donkey face. The little black donkey couldn't help but shake its head, and its long ears fanned one by one. And the nose couldn't stop spewing out thick white vapor, and it seemed that he didn't feel very comfortable with the arrival of this person and a horse.

Ling Tianyun ignored the little black donkey, and he tied the horse to the wooden shed. Fortunately, the wooden shed was relatively large, and there was not enough space for the donkey and the horse to be tethered to the wooden shed. A donkey and a horse don't seem to be looking at each other, glaring at each other, if they weren't tied to a long distance, maybe the donkey and the horse would have collided.

He stood in the hut and looked up at the sky, which seemed to be getting darker and darker. The rain doesn't seem to have stopped, and it looks like we're going to have to stay in the village for a while.

He looked at the temple next to him, and the two-foot tall blue brick temple always felt out of place with this quiet little mountain village. Surrounded by low houses with blue tiles and earthen walls, scattered around the temple. There was a puff of smoke from this house, and when it blew in the cold wind, it came out and merged with the clouds and mist in the mountain. Although it is not early at this time, some poor families only eat two meals a day, so they eat breakfast late.

Braving the rain, he walked along the eaves of the temple to the door of the temple, and saw a wooden door painted with vermilion closed, and two large brass rings embedded in the door. The temple does not have any plaques, and the edge of the door is thick with stones. Presumably, this temple is a mountain temple built by local villagers, or a small Buddha temple. After all, this Wutai Mountain is also a Buddhist holy place, and it is not surprising that there are some small temples nearby.

He pulled up the copper ring and knocked lightly on the door, but there was no reaction inside, he couldn't help but increase his strength again, and there was still no movement inside.

"Could it be that there is no one inside", Ling Tianyun couldn't help but think secretly.

He had no choice but to push the door open by himself, feeling that the two gates were very heavy, and it seemed that it took all his strength to push them open.

The two heavy gates slowly opened as Ling Tianyun used all his strength, emitting a dull sound. It was a loud voice, but it was not unpleasant.

Ling Tianyun stepped over a stone threshold about a foot high and entered the temple. A faint light shone through the glazed tiles above the temple, and I saw a Buddha statue facing the door that reached almost a foot high to the beams of the house. The head of the Buddha statue was as big as a bucket, with a hideous face, and the eyes were wide open, and the two big eyeballs were almost protruding.

The Buddha statue is a hideous angry King Kong, and the whole body is painted with colorful oil paint. The angry-eyed King Kong stood in the middle of this temple with a flower orchid finger in his left hand and a halberd in his right hand. As soon as Ling Tianyun saw the angry-eyed Vajra Buddha statue, his whole body tightened, and the Buddha statue was pressed towards him with a powerful momentum. It made his breathing pause, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

The angry eyes, the hideous face, where is still a Buddha statue. It was simply a great demon, and his angry eyes seemed to come to life, staring at Ling Tianyun who had just entered this temple.

In front of the statue was a long offering table, with an incense burner in the center of the offering table, and several incense candles that had long since burned out were inserted into the incense burner.

He was attracted by this Buddha statue and felt that the Buddha statue gave him an oppressive momentum. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, he always felt a little strange about this strange temple, as well as the strange Buddha statue in this temple. But where it was weird, he couldn't tell.

"It's coming" A faint voice suddenly came into Ling Tianyun's ears, startling him. His gaze remained on the Buddha statue, but he didn't notice anything else.

Following that voice, Ling Tianyun looked at it and found that there was a thin old monk sitting on the lower left side of the angry-eyed King Kong. It happened to be blocked by the Buddha statue from the light from the roof of the tiles, and it happened to be a dark place, and if you didn't look closely, you really couldn't see that there were still people there.

The thin monk sat on top of a lump, his knees bent, his hands folded, and he was meditating on top of the lump with his eyebrows lowered. His eyes were closed, and his face was skinny and skinny.

"Master, the little one is polite." Ling Tianyun hurriedly bowed to the old monk.

"Hmm," the old monk snorted, and it was a response. Immediately, he took out a ball from his side, didn't look at it, threw it casually, just threw it right under the middle of the Buddha statue, and said lightly: "Sit."

Ling Tianyun found that the old monk didn't even raise his head when he spoke, and his eyes never opened.

He felt that there was a unique affinity in this old monk, which made people feel irreversible. Although the old monk's voice was a little hoarse, it had a penetrating magic that pierced people's hearts. made him not have the slightest sense of resistance.

As the old monk said, he sat on top of the Buddha statue with his face facing it. With his knees crossed, he also learned from the old monk, clasped his hands together, looked at his nose and nose, and his nose opened his heart, and after a while, his heart gradually calmed down, and his brain entered a state of emptiness.

The two of them didn't make any sound for a while, and the two doors seemed to be pushed by some force, and they slowly closed. Suddenly, the temple became even darker, and only the light from the glazed tiles above the roof remained. The light shone directly on the hideous Buddha statue, which looked even more eerie and terrifying in this silent and dark temple, especially the pair of angry eyes with protruding eyes, as if they had come to life, emitting a terrifying light.

I don't know how much time passed, Ling Tianyun woke up from that empty state. He looked at the old monk, who had been meditating there, bowing his head and brows, and clasping his hands together. He seemed to have maintained this posture all the time, not moving, if he hadn't felt that the old monk was still breathing, Ling Tianyun would have felt that the old monk had already gone to see the Buddha Master. Because this old monk still has a faint breath, but he can't see any vitality in him.

He felt the sound of the rain ticking seem to stop, and he stood up, feeling numb all over his body. He almost stood unsteadily, and almost sat back on top of the ball. He kicked his feet, moved his limbs casually, felt a little better, and then walked to the old monk's side.

"Master, excuse me," he said, reaching out and pulling the door open, but with great ease.

He walked out of the temple, looked back at the old monk again, and seemed to know nothing about his departure, and still sat motionless. Or maybe they know that he is leaving, but they are too lazy to say anything.

As soon as Ling Tianyun came out of the temple, he found that the sky was blue at this time, and the sun was hanging high. Occasionally, two or three white clouds drifted in the sky, and it was a good day with a clear sky. The quiet little village also began to liven up, and the villagers walked out of their homes one after another, basking in the warm sunshine. Children are playing, and adults are sitting in front of their homes with small wooden stools. Some young and strong young men with hunting tools entered the Qingyun Mountain in pairs.

At this time, this small village had a stable and peaceful atmosphere, and Ling Tianyun looked at these and let out a heartfelt smile.

The villagers also noticed this uninvited guest, but there was not the slightest hostility in their eyes, and each villager had a kind look in their eyes, and they all had to nod to him.