After a heavy summer rain, a man dressed in a scholar's white robe, holding a shabby oil-paper umbrella that barely shelters from the rain, carrying a bamboo bookcase, walked in the wilderness at dusk.

The owner called here to collect the accounts, but unfortunately it rained heavily on the road, and the account books in the bookbox were wet and invalidated, and they did not get the money, and they were unceremoniously invited out.

I don't know if it's bad luck or what, not long after, I met a good man in the green forest, pondering that I don't have money to eat, I'm afraid that I won't be cut off my head, so I had to take a detour, deviate from the avenue, and wait until it was late, when the bright moon was hanging high, I suddenly realized that I had lost my way, and unconsciously went around in the mountains and forests for a long time, and after a while, my eyes suddenly opened up, and the dilapidated temple came into view, I was overjoyed, and my body was cold and hungry, so I had a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and I didn't think much about running over.

The temple is old, I don't know when it was built, and I haven't heard the local folks talk about the temple in the wild, and when I came to the door, the vermilion lacquer gate was damaged, and there was only one left, and it was still hanging obliquely on the door frame.

There is a pair of stone lanterns at the temple gate, but for some reason they are lit.

The dim yellow candlelight emits a hazy glow.

Instinctively, the crisis-like coldness reached the soles of his feet and jumped on the top of his head, his scalp was numb, and the delicate scholar had some hesitation on his face, and then he dared to enter the temple.

It looks very large, and the layout of the main hall before and after it is divided into two rectangular terrains of quadrangle.

Enter the temple gate, in front of the stone paved square, the surrounding is desolate, the stone slab is full of weeds, this scene, shows that there is not only no one to take care of here, look straight ahead, the main hall, a row of doors and windows have indeed been opened, there are lights in it, faintly there are human voices.

Someone?

When he was thinking like this, his feet were the first to move, and he approached cautiously, leaning on the edge of the window and looking over.

First of all, the body of the Bodhisattva Buddha came into view, the damage was serious, and the hall was in a mess, but a fire was raised, and far away, three waves of people sat apart...

Fire?

In the summer, I am not afraid of dying of heat.

When he was thinking like this, he suddenly shivered, and the biting cold wind swished into the placket of his clothes, but there was obviously no wind.

It's weird.

It's too cold in this place.

I noticed such an abnormality, but I knew why the fire was born.

When I looked at it again, I carefully looked at the three waves of people who were sitting separately, whether they were people or ghosts.

When there were three women, two older and one younger, the younger one was a young child, and the older one was a two-year-old flower, when they saw their faces clearly, they couldn't help but breathe and suffocated, and the scholars who read the sages couldn't help but think of Cao Zhi's Luo Shen Fulai

Its shape is also like a frightening dragon, graceful like a dragon...

is really a good-looking person, his eyes can't help but be attracted by the woman wearing red and white clothes, but he ignores the woman next to him who is wearing a light yellow flower skirt and the old man is a woman with Erlang's legs.

Such a woman, even if she looks good, is blind.

stared blankly for a moment, always remembering what he was going to do, and turned to look at the other two waves, although they were all alone, they were also clearly distinguished, and they knew that they were not all the way.

A man, thirty or forty years old, wearing a Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, dirty, with a long strip of wooden box on his back, the color of the Taoist robe seems to be blue, but it has been blackened, the years are not short, he looks poorer than him, his appearance is very amazing, nearly seven feet tall (more than 2 meters), visually taller than him more than two heads, a huge waist round, under the curved sleeves, revealing muscles like his thigh-like arms, red copper nearly black, a dense black beard, unable to see lips, can't help but remind people of the image of Zhang Fei, the general of the Three Kingdoms Shu, copper bell big eyes, like fish eyes, with a fierce and banditry spirit, it doesn't look like a serious Taoist.

And the other person is also a man, but much more kind, wearing a black robe, the body fits, setting off the slender figure, is also a tall person, more than a head taller than him (1.8 meters), the age seems to be young, the face is beardless, heroic and indifferent, the sword eyebrows fly obliquely, the starry eyes are hanging beams, with a threat, it doesn't look like a good person, there is a sheathed long sword next to him, like the style of those rumored knights, no hair crown, a black hair is naturally draped over the shoulders, revealing the forehead and eyebrows, It's filled in a little feminine charm out of thin air.

It's really a beautiful man, the little scholar is a little envious, he is still too delicate and weak, so manly and good-looking, I really can't envy it...

While the scholar was looking, the hall stopped talking.

After a while, when the scholar hesitated how to talk, the bearded Taoist spoke.

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and talk about it."

When he suddenly opened his mouth and shrank his head in fright, his face couldn't help but be a little strange, and there was something wrong with his tone.

Shouldn't it be, 'What are you doing sneaking around, why don't you get in quickly?' ’

The elegant rhetoric that contrasted too much with the image made the scholar still breathe a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was a disgusting and cold person, at the moment, he did not hesitate, entered the hall, and bowed his hand from afar: "Xiaosheng Ning Caichen, there are many disturbances, I hope don't blame." ”

When he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the woman secretly, but when he didn't see it, he was shy and looked away again.

"It's no wonder, it's not weird, it's fate to meet, come in and sit." The bearded Taoist said enthusiastically.

Ning Caichen smiled back shyly, and after thanking him, he walked a few steps quickly and sat down by the fire, this temple was really too cold, rubbing his hands, and after haha, after the warm heat came, he was comfortable.

He raised his head and secretly looked at everyone.

In the firelight, the wood does not crackle.

It's really weird.

No one spoke to stir up the topic, just did their own thing.

Over there, the woman in pale yellow clothes was holding an iron pot and iron spoon that Ning Caichen couldn't recognize, and she was stuttering Zhengxiang, and the young child sandwiched between the two women, her cheeks were also bulging, and she didn't know what she was eating.

There is a slight fragrance, faintly coming.

"Boy, don't look at it, be careful that the soul is hooked."

At this time, the young man did say this suddenly, and his tone was not polite, but he spoke coldly, but he also had a sense of concern.

But it also means something.

Ning Caichen didn't understand what he meant, but when he noticed the strange atmosphere, he was also puzzled, and before he could ask, the bearded Taoist said.

"If you don't know right from wrong, how do you know if people are good or bad."

said such a fair word.

"The Taoist is right." The woman from the yellow cedar said vaguely and agreed.

The woman in the unique red and white dress was a gentle smile, with her teeth exposed, and she did not make a sound.

The scholar was a little distracted in front of him, this woman, she smiled so beautifully, and it really hooked her soul.

What this brother said is true.

The young man, however, sneered and said, "Of course, you don't know whether people are good or bad, whether they are demons or ghosts. ”

At this time, only a snapping sound was heard, and the woman in the light yellow shirt dropped the empty jar, stood up, and said in a vicious voice: ", stinky boy, look for a smoke~"

The air immediately became hot.

The little scholar shrunk his neck in fear.