This person is dressed in a long shirt and a complement, a head taller than Li Xianyuan, and he doesn't look like a rich child, but he just took out a book priced at 100 Wen, which was written by Li Xianyuan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This hundred Wen is set by him personally, Huashuge is a businessman, and businessmen seek profits, and can only sell more than less. This is not something that a poor scholar can afford. Even if there may be a poor pocket, it is possible to grit your teeth and buy it. Can......

When he was in Wunan County, Li Xianyuan made a special inquiry and learned that Journey to the West had not yet reached here, at least most people did not know about it. So how did this scholar know that there was a previous one?

Li Xianyuan remained silent, took out a bowl from the baggage, took some ginger and sucrose, and steamed it by the campfire. After a short time, take out the slightly hot pottery bowl and blow the hot air to take a sip.

The warmth in the stomach dispelled a bit of the chill.

This is not the same as it used to be, he used to be able to run around the mountains with his bare ass, but now he can't.

"Do you want some? There was half a bowl left, and Li Xianyuan handed it to the scholar.

"Huh?" the scholar was stunned for a moment, wanting to refuse, but probably thinking of the role he was playing, he smiled dryly and thanked him. Put down the book and carefully rotate the pottery bowl, avoiding the edge of the bowl that Li Xianyuan had touched.

"Isn't it uncomfortable to get wet, take it off. Li Xianyuan pretended not to see it, and said after he finished drinking.

"No...... No need. The scholar looked strange and spoke, and there was a faint flush on his face.

He looked so good, what must be hidden in his clothes, or was this man not male...... Wu Yi!

Li Xianyuan thought of a possibility, and his pupils shrank suddenly. But he didn't hurry to take out the pen from the baggage and spread it out on his legs.

"Huh, are you going to compose a poem?" the scholar looked at curiously.

"Inspiration struck, but unfortunately I didn't catch it. Li Xianyuan indifferently put the pen and paper back into the baggage.

The scholar sighed, turned his head and continued to read his Journey to the West.

Not Wu Yi. With her temperament, she was already jumping up and down when she saw her movements, and it was impossible for her to pretend to be like this.

Li Xianyuan threw firewood into the fire. The firelight reflected his indifferent cheeks.

Could it be the young dragon who once diligently escorted the play?

There is too little information for Li Xianyuan to extrapolate more. But at least this person has no malice for the time being, maybe he thinks too much, and the other party is really just an ordinary scholar.

The young man stared at the book in a daze, and Li Xianyuan grabbed a handful of dry branches and hay from time to time and threw them into the fire.

The firelight can only illuminate the Buddha hall, and the outside of the door is as black as ink, and occasionally the lightning flashes brightly, instantly illuminating the desolate courtyard and pouring raindrops.

In the dilapidated Buddhist hall, two teenagers sat around the fire. The yellow curtain of the wooden beam above the head is blown by the cold wind, and the Buddha's head at the corner looks at this side.

Time flowed, and Li Xianyuan reached out to grab the hay, but he grabbed it empty. Looking sideways, there was no hay.

The sound of rain outside the door was weakening, and it was still dark. Thunder hides in the clouds, and electric snakes travel through.

Thinking that it was not too early, Li Xianyuan got up, pulled out a torch from the bonfire, led the horse lying on the hay in the corner, and stepped out.

"Senior, where are you going. The young man behind him stood up, closed the book and asked.

"Find a place to stay in the backyard. Li Xianyuan didn't reply. "Tonight may not be quiet, and now that the rain has stopped, it will be too late for you to go back. ”

The young man stood in the Buddha hall in a daze. After more than ten breaths, he suddenly realized, hurriedly packed his luggage, put on the bamboo frame on his back, and chased after him.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, waist-high fluffy, and the cloth shoes were soaked in water without taking a few steps, and the hem was wet thoroughly.

The rain has stopped, the weather is getting more stuffy, and this is only the prelude.

Li Xianyuan walked along the path to the backyard, and there was a burst of footsteps behind him. But it was the scholar who caught up.

Li Xianyuan turned a blind eye, came to the door of the courtyard, and stretched out his hand to push it away.

Squeak-

The sound of tooth sore was especially loud in the dead night.

The dust fell, splashing a little on the torches, and glowing with tiny sparks.

Led Ma Mai into the room, the living room was empty, everything was stained with dust, and there were no footprints on the ground. Perhaps Li Xianyuan was the first person to come here after the temple was abandoned.

There were also candlesticks on the table, and the torches went to light the candlesticks, and a ghostly light lit up. It's tiny, but it's brighter and warmer than a torch.

There is a staircase on one side, Li Xianyuan went up the stairs, the second floor is the attic bedroom, and the picture scroll on the wall has a big Zen word, and a layer of ash has fallen. I want to come here is the room of the temple host.

Lighting the candle on the table, Li Xianyuan walked to the window and pushed it open.

Dusty, Li Xianyuan retreated to dodge, and only stepped forward when it dispersed. The window was facing the courtyard, and in the distance there was a dark shadow, presumably a tree. There is also a window behind him, facing the courtyard.

It was dark and there was not much to see. Li Xianyuan reflexively lit the candle on the table, went downstairs and threw the torch out of the door.

Snort-

The penny in the courtyard was covered with rainwater, and when it crackled in the fire, it was extinguished.

The young man was a little at a loss, and watched Li Xianyuan go upstairs along the wooden ladder in a daze, and after a while, the candlelight went out. I went to sleep with the lights out. The young man was left alone and stood in the main hall, looking at each other.

An electric snake flashed, and the two rooms were at first glance. Frightened, the young man turned around and closed the door.

Whew――

The wind was blowing, and it was whining.

……

When the two watches were about to end, Li Xianyuan woke up in a daze and suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. At first, I didn't care.,I thought it was done by a teenager.,Who knew that the footsteps were more frequent and messy.,It seems that there are countless people walking downstairs.,And the light comes through the cracks in the floor.。。

Unless the boy had a dozen pairs of feet, he must not make such a dense sound.

Boom -

The electric light flashed outside the window, and the sound of thunder and thunder continued, and Li Xianyuan glanced at the attic with a flash of light, but did not see the young man.

Pretend to be asleep and listen carefully. I heard a man's voice coming from downstairs: "There are guests upstairs, what should I do." ”

A woman's voice said, "Who is it?" ”

The man said, "I don't know." ”

A sharp old man's voice: "I'll go up and have a look." ”

In an instant, footsteps came from the stairs, and he glanced at the bed Li Xianyuan at the stairs.

"It's a little boy, with white skin and tender flesh. The old man said, and went downstairs.

The man's voice said, "Prepare a bowl of soup and send it to the little boy." ”

The woman replied, "Yes." ”

Then there was a lot of noise. After the tea, there was a sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder.

The thin eyelids couldn't block the light, so I heard the old man say: "Little boy, the old man brought you a bowl of soup, drink it." ”

Li Xianyuan pretended not to sleep, and when he opened his eyes and got up, he saw this old man with his back on his back, holding a lantern high, looking like a shuttle with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, thin and short. Behind him was a tower-like man and a beautiful woman. How weird these three people look. Thinking about it, it turned out that these three people were expressionless, and the lantern reflection was even more incongruous, as if they were demons and monsters wearing human skins, pretending to be ghosts.

No matter how stupid people are, they all know how weird it is for a family of three to suddenly appear in the middle of the night when no one breaks the temple.

Li Xianyuan looked at the bowl of soup, it was steaming hot, and the aroma was fragrant. It is a bowl of broth.