"Phew, phew, phew!" Bai Lotian seemed to vomit bad luck, followed Professor Feng to get out of the car, went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out their belongings, locked the car, and then, along the hillside, avoiding the oncoming wind, lowered his head, and walked to the leeward direction, hoping to find a place to stay overnight.

The two of them walked deep and shallow into the valley, the wind was blocked by the ridge, and it became much smaller, no longer howling in the throat, and the sky was full of dark clouds, as if a rainstorm was coming.

They found a flat boulder and sat on it, ready to spend the night here, when Bai Lotian looked at his watch, and the hands were pointing to 8:15 p.m.

"Why don't you make do with it all night, Lotte. ”

"I'm afraid of a heavy rain in a while. ”

"What are we doing, meteorologists, this kind of weather, the clouds come and go fast, there is no intersection of cold and warm air, where is the heavy rain, it's just the transit of cold air on the plateau, don't worry. ”

"The temperature drops quickly at night, and I'm afraid your body won't be able to stand it, Professor. Let's go back to the car. ”

"It's not good, the car is too tightly closed, the exhaust inside is easy to gather, not easy to discharge, we will suffocate, safety first, child. Professor Feng looked at Bai Lotian with a solemn gaze.

"Well, it's all up to the professor. Bai Lotian said, standing on the boulder and looking into the distance.

"Professor, lights, lights!" Bai Lotian exclaimed, as if he had discovered a new world.

"What?" asked, the professor, who was sitting on the boulder, looking up.

"There's a light in the distance, and we must be living there again, we can go there for the night, oh yes!"

"What a child!" Professor Feng frowned, and hurriedly stood up and looked in the direction of Bai Letian's finger.

Sure enough, in the thick darkness not far away, there was a faint glimmer of light, like a candle standing in the thick fog, the flame was sometimes large and sometimes small.

"Okay, listen to you this time, let's try our luck. The professor patted Bai Lotian on the shoulder, reached out and grabbed his backpack, jumped off the rock, and walked in the direction where the light was shining.

Coincidentally, there was a path that led there, perhaps repaired by someone who lived there.

Bai Lotian's flashlight illuminates the path, which is hidden among the bushes and paved with stones of various sizes, which have been picked up nearby.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the moonlight was dim, and the peaks of the mountains were shrouded in the dim night, and a beam of white light shuttled through the gloomy mountain forest.

Following the path among the bushes, after ten minutes, they approached the place where the light was.

"How can this be?" Bai Lotian said disappointedly, he stood there, and used a flashlight to shine the building in front of him up and down.

This is a temple that has been abandoned for many years, built on the hillside, and the walls of the building have collapsed in half, revealing the wood on the top of the temple, which has been turned into gray-black rotten wood by the wind and sun, and shivering in the wind. If I guessed correctly, the bright light should have been emitted by the everlasting lamp placed by the well-wisher.

"It's normal, it's obviously a ruined temple, we can make up for the night. Professor Feng said comfortingly.

Bai Lotian nodded, walked through the open space in front of the temple, walked to the two crooked doors of the temple, stretched out his hand and gently pushed it open, as the door slowly opened, some dust slowly drifted down on it, flying in the beam of the flashlight, like countless small insects flying up.

Bai Lotian stretched out his palm, fanned in front of him, snorted, tightened his mouth, and walked into the temple, Professor Feng followed closely behind him.

In one corner of the remnant wall was a stone table, on which lay an ever-bright lamp, with a wick inserted in a gray-black copper bowl filled with oil, on which the flames danced in the wind. Leaning against the wall, there stood several clay sculptures, most of the color peeled off, and two fell to the ground, their arms and legs broken into several pieces, only the clay sword was still in their hands, mottled in color.

"What's the point of that broken painting?"

Just as Professor Feng and Bai Lotian followed the light of the flashlight and carefully observed the pictures on the wall, a lazy voice came from the darkness, and the two of them got up in unison with an "ah".

Who the hell is it!?