Note: A book friend suggested that I ask for a ticket, don't pretend to be cold and don't ask for anything, then I will hit the street sooner or later. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info since this is the case...... Then I'll ask for a recommendation vote with a shy face. After that, I asked for it every ten chapters, and it was all about this content.

The carriage is leisurely and does not rush forward. This place is more than 100 miles away from the Qing Changmen, no matter what, it is impossible to get there today, it is better to travel leisurely.

From time to time, a carriage passed by, and the people on the carriage turned their heads curiously to look at the young man leaning on the carriage, and exclaimed at the young man who was so dusty.

The scenery changes on both sides of the official road. At first, you can still see the residential farmland, and after walking more than ten miles, it will be restored to a green mountain and green water dense forest.

Li Xianyuan leaned on the carriage, playing with a cloud of heroic qi in his hands. It's a pity that I didn't learn to talk and go again, otherwise I would have been able to protect myself a little more.

The sky is getting dark, the sunset is draped, the sky is burning with clouds, and everything is coated with a layer of dark red. I think it will rain a lot next.

At this time, more than 50 miles from Wunan County, although you can rush at night, but look at this fire and clouds, the rain at night is not small.

After walking a few miles, I saw a dirt road extending and branching from the official road, Li Xianyuan pulled the reins, and the carriage turned to the path. Where people walk, there is a road, and this dirt road stretches out, and there are people living in front of you.

It's just that Li Xianyuan guessed wrong. Along the forest path, the more you walk, the more desolate and overgrown with weeds.

It's dark, but you can still see. Li Xianyuan turned around and returned to the official road, but it was still too late. It's just that I don't know what he thinks, his face is unwavering, and he still moves forward.

The remnant sun disappeared, and the sunset hung sporadically in the sky. When it was dark, I finally saw a continuous white wall in front of me.

It was a compound of several acres in circumference, waist-deep in penny, covering the path.

The carriage slowed down to the main entrance, and the two gates leaned crookedly, and the vermilion paint was gone.

Looking through the gate, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, quiet and desolate.

Xu is a master of art is bold, Li Xianyuan jumped out of the carriage, untied the horse, and stepped into the threshold with the reins.

The weeds that covered the calves stumbled and fell to both sides. Li Xianyuan stopped in front of the main hall and tied the horse to the column outside the courtyard. Alone into the main hall of the black hole.

Snort –

A little firelight lit up, and Li Xianyuan held the fire fold and walked around the hall.

The faint flame swayed, and Li Xianyuan's side face trembled.

This is probably an abandoned temple. There was an offering table, but there was no idol of the gods.

The ground was littered with footprints and covered with a layer of dust. There was also a extinguished bonfire, where people had apparently been camping out.

Li Xianyuan returned to the courtyard, took some dry branches and hay, held the hall and placed it on the bonfire, and lit it.

At first, a small flame gradually amplified until it burned brightly, illuminating the entire main hall.

Li Xianyuan extinguished his fold, and suddenly felt something strange, as if he was being stared at, and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

With this turn of his head, Li Xianyuan stared at himself in the dark with a huge head, and his ugly face was distorted as the firelight flickered. A pair of eyes dripping and rolling.

Li Xianyuan frowned slightly, but instead of being surprised, he took out a burning branch from the bonfire and walked over.

Hidden in the darkness, the head gradually appeared, and it was actually a stone statue head, whose neck was broken, and it fell here. Li Xianyuan couldn't tell who this idol was. But his head is full of pimples, and he is undoubtedly a Buddha.

Li Xianyuan turned his head to look at the shrine, which was empty.

The Buddha statue only has a head, and the body is missing?

Li Xianyuan's eyes swept the Buddha hall, there was no cover, and everything was in full view. There is only one main entrance.

Turning and walking back, he went out with a torch, and the sky above his head was like ink, and there was no moonlight. The clouds came quickly.

The weather is a bit dreary, everything is lonely, and even the sounds of animals and insects no longer exist, which is very depressing. Only the crackling of the bonfire in the Buddha hall.

The horse snorted uneasily, and Li Xianyuan raised his hand to stroke his sideburns to calm it down.

Two paths run from the side of the main hall, and there is a room for the monks to eat and stay at the back of the temple. It's just that it's dark, and Li Xianyuan doesn't have the desire to explore.

A flash of lightning illuminated the entire temple.

Except for the Buddhist hall where Li Xianyuan was located, there was a dark and dead silence behind him. The shady atmosphere makes it impossible to associate with a temple of generosity and serenity.

After a while, the thunder was rolling. On the contrary, it makes this place a little more lively. Li Xianyuan untied the reins and let the horse enter the Buddhist hall. Suddenly, I saw paint on both sides of the door, and there was a pair of couplets written on the pillars.

The torches came up, and behold—

Shanglian: The temple is a small demon

Downlink: Chi Qian Wang Baduo

The couplets look quite new, out of place with the surroundings, and I think they were written by later generations.

It's an interesting person to write this couplet. I just don't know if it's a metaphor.

Li Xianyuan closed his eyes, opened his eyes in the next breath, and a mighty aura suddenly erupted all over his body, spreading and rippling around. In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard of the Buddhist hall had spread, and it faded and disappeared after touching the white wall.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. Is it that I have thought too much, or are those little ghosts still ...... future," Li Xianyuan muttered. The total amount of his heroic qi is a few points more than Xiucai's, and his actions are only two-tenths less. Recovery can be done overnight.

The sky was more electrified, and the razers were winding, burrowing in and out of thick clouds. Thunder and thunder are heard from time to time.

In the Buddha Hall, Li Xianyuan sat by the bonfire, found a clean branch and skewered it on the dry cake, and put it on the fire to roast slowly.

A few grains were fragrant, and a horse's face came to Li Xianyuan's head, and it was the horse who smelled the aroma and couldn't help but come over.

Li Xianyuan retracted the branch, broke the roasted dry round cake in half, and fed the other half to the horse.

At this moment, Li Xianyuan suddenly looked out the door.

The previous continuous thunder was gone. For a while, only the crackling of bonfires sounded in heaven and earth, and the next moment-

Wow –

The rain poured down without warning. Even Li Xianyuan felt a few drops of rain swept by the wind.

At the same time, a figure quickly ran into the courtyard from outside the door and rushed into the Buddhist hall, carrying a damp body.

This person is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, dressed in a soaked robe, wearing a scribe's scarf, and carrying a basket on a bamboo frame behind him, more like a scholar than Li Xianyuan.

"This ...... Brother Tai, a villager in Xiashan Village, is a child. When he saw that there was a temple here, he ran in. I don't know if you can let me shelter from the rain here......" The young man chewed the words, with a sour tone.

Li Xianyuan didn't answer, but a wisp of Haoran Qi poked out, surrounded the boy several times, and flew back into the center of his eyebrows.

No problem.

This dish is somewhat fresh. Li Xianyuan dared to come here, firstly, because of his temperament, and secondly, he knew that he was in trouble. But this young man is ordinary, and he dares to run into this barren mountain and mountain to break the Buddha temple.

"Haoran's breath!" the young man exclaimed, just as the thunder exploded outside, shaking the doors and windows muffled and trembling. The young man shrank his neck in fright, and said, "The kid has seen his predecessors." ”

He has never seen the world, and he probably regards Li Xianyuan as a great Confucian.

Li Xianyuan saw him hugging his shoulders, shivered slightly, and bowed slightly: "Sit down." ”

"Thank you, senior. The boy was polite and sat down with his back to the door. The cold wind was all blocked by him.

The bonfire was baking, and he felt a little warmer, the young man took off the bamboo frame behind him, took out a book, smiled at Li Xianyuan, and looked through it carefully, looking like a student studying hard.

The title of the book is Journey to the West.

Li Xianyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Person...... Loaded.