"This damn it!" Shen Hang slammed the windowsill heavily, glanced back at Zhang Xiaopeng on the hospital bed, and then quietly left.

One person's misfortune is a disaster for the whole family in Huaxia.

Zhang Xiaopeng is like this, Shen Hangchong saw the spontaneous combustion of the shopping mall before, he may be the pillar of the family, a rare leisure time to relax on weekends, but he was called out by his wife to go shopping, he usually likes to stay at home after work, maybe at this time, hiding in the corner of the shopping mall, is playing games with relish.

However, the misfortune fell, he didn't even have the ability to call for help, and even until he died, he didn't understand how he died, how sad this was! And Shen Hangchong, who witnessed all this, also felt sad and powerless, which made him feel cowardly and depressed!

It rained lightly in Wushi, the rain in the southern winter, wet and cold to the bones, and Shen Hangchong ate a hearty dinner alone in Zhiweizhai - soy milk and xiaolongbao. It's just that the xiaolongbao at night is fried, also called raw fried.

Sitting alone by the window, I don't know if it was because the medicinal bath in Zichen Hall had a medicinal effect, or because of Zhang Xiaopeng's condition, Shen Hangchong felt that the whole person was burning, this wet and cold weather did not affect him at all, and even halfway through eating, Shen Hangchong also took off his coat and hung it on the chair, wearing only a thin long-sleeved shirt.

Shen Hangchong glanced at his watch, then finished the last bite of raw frying, and stepped into the rain with a long black umbrella.

Due to the rainy day, the traffic on the road is very congested, at this time, there are vehicles everywhere in the rain curtain wipers, waiting for the smooth flow of the road, Shen Hangchong's eyes swept around, and muttered: "It's best not to be afraid of rain." ”

He walked towards the Fire God Temple, and said again, "It's better to be afraid of the rain." ”

At this point in time, the scenic spot has long been closed. However, the Fire Temple is different from other scenic spots, it is a commercial pedestrian food concentration area, even if it is 12 o'clock in the morning, it is not closed at night, and the door in the temple may be closed.

On rainy days, business was cold because of winter, and now it seems to be even more crowded. Many snack shops are in twos and threes, and there are few people sitting, and there is no hot scene before. Shen Hangchong walked in with a black umbrella, he glanced at the Fire God Temple, which had been closed, and walked to the food stall on the side and sat down.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of spicy hot, I'm starving. "I don't know if it's because the amount of food has increased recently, or because the raw fried food of Zhiwei Zhai has become smaller, Shen Hangchong just walked here, and he felt hungry, as if he hadn't eaten, so he sat in a small shop in the food street and ordered a bowl of food.

"Okay, little brother, wait a minute. "The boss put all kinds of ingredients into the shabu-shabu little by little.

Shen Hangchong said: "Boss, I want a large portion." ”

"Little brother, don't worry, there is no big or small amount of saying in this store, as long as you can't eat enough, it's enough!"

Shen Hangchong muttered, "Really?"

"All right. ”

Shen Hangchong glanced at the menu price list, heh, you really have to manage enough, the price on this is more than half more expensive than the ordinary snack street, which is near the Fire God Temple, otherwise it would have closed down a long time ago.

"Boss, has there been any fire around the Fire Temple recently?"

"Look at what you said, how can there be a fire near this Fire Temple. If the fire has burned to the Fire God Temple, then, hehe, it must be the spirit official here who is not spiritual. ”

Shen Hangchong was silent for a moment, "Boss, think about it again, has there really been no fire?"

The boss who is making Malatang for Shen Hangchong is a native of Wushi City when he hears the accent, and he used to open Malatang on Qingfeng Road and after the business planning of the Fire Palace, he came here to start a new stove. He shook the fence and said, "Hey, if it's a fire, no." But there is one thing that has to do with fire, and I am quite impressed. ”

"Is it about the Fire Temple?"

The boss nodded and said, "It's nothing new, it's all at the beginning of the year." Eh, why do you care about this? Come, eat while it's hot, it's not enough. ”

Shen Hangchong glanced at a big bowl of spicy hot, good guy, as soon as this chopsticks are stretched out, there are a lot of potato vermicelli, no wonder it is full enough, this thing is a thief to support his stomach.

"I've been opening a shop here for five or six years, and the fire temple was placed before, I heard that it was the Lingguan rattan statue that Ming Chengzu had been carrying during the Southern and Northern Wars, and I heard that it was molded with lime outside, and then wrapped in a golden body, but at the beginning of the year. ”

"Boss, I still seem to be a little hungry......"

"Huh?" The spicy hot boss who spoke with relish glanced at the empty bowl in front of Shen Hangchong, a big bowl full of spicy hot, this is still hot, isn't this person's tongue afraid of being hot?

The boss smiled and said, "Eat slowly, don't burn." I'll give you more. ”

"Thank you to the owner. Shen Hangchong wiped his mouth with a tissue, I don't know why, I didn't feel hungry at all when I was in class before, why is it that I am reincarnated like a starving ghost all of a sudden? The spicy hot that came out of the pot just now is really hot, but for Shen Hangchong now, 100 degrees of boiling water is not a problem, let alone Malatang.

Shen Hangchong wiped his snot, not from being burned, but from being spicy," boss, continued. Shen Hangchong still cares a lot about the Lingguan vine statue, after all, in his study, the current "cultivation artifact", he is counting on it to light the bright yang fire.

"It's this old statue of the spirit officer, it has fallen into disrepair and collapsed. ”

"Collapsed?" Shen Hangchong was stunned, "What do you mean it's collapsed?"

The boss added ingredients to Shen Hangchong, this time there were obviously fewer crab sticks and tribute pills, more potato vermicelli and fried tofu vegetables and the like, "I can't talk about fire, this is really going to catch fire, and what is burned is not a statue of spiritual light, it may be in disrepair, and it has been mothed inside, anyway, it has been overhauled once, and now this one is far taller and more powerful than the previous one, and there are naturally steel bars added to it, which is very strong." Give, not enough yet. ”

Shen Hangchong smiled, picked up the spicy tang cooked by the boss and ate it.

"My God, little brother, your tongue is better than my hands. I've been cooking Malatang for so many years, and my hands are more resistant to heat than ordinary people, you ...... The soup that just boiled, take it easy, rest assured, no one will grab it from you. ”

Shen Hangchong said: "No problem, I am resistant to high temperatures. ”

"Haha, you little brother is so interesting. ”

Shen Hangchong was eating spicy tang in his mouth, but he was thinking about the Fire God Temple.

Could it be that Pengpeng's matter has nothing to do with this different incense, but with this rattan statue?

Shen Hangchong is more sensitive to the matter of the rattan statue than ordinary people, maybe the one in his hand is the Ming Cheng Ancestor Lingguan rattan statue that was hidden in the lime inner tube of the Fire God Temple?

Thinking of this, Shen Hangchong took a deep breath, put down his chopsticks, and held his breath to look at the place where the smoke was rising, "Boss, let's have another bowl of spicy hot!"

"Ahem, good ......"