Laiwang walked around the col and didn't think of a place to go. But the sky was pouring rain. Lai Wang covered his head with his hand and ran desperately towards the house on the mountain pass.

The rain that I thought it wouldn't be able to do was getting heavier and heavier, but in the end, it was pouring down, and the sky seemed to be mixed with continuous thunder. This winter's thunder is rare.

When Laiwang heard the thunder, his heart suddenly sudden, didn't he speak too much today, God is thundering to split himself?

While imagining, he ran like a mad dog, but everything was in vain, and when he ran to the door, he had already been drenched with no veil. There was a bag of water in the panties, and the birds were all in the water.

"The thief of the dog's name. It's not early, it's not late, and it's raining when Lao Tzu can't go to the village, and it doesn't get to the store! Laiwang simply stopped, raised his head and stiffened his crotch in the face of the pouring rain, and made a very obscene action.

brush, a thunderbolt like a snowy tree root actually slashed head-on. In an instant, the heavens and the earth were illuminated in snow-white.

"My dear mother!" Laiwang was so frightened that his feet softened and he sat in the muddy water.

The lightning did not hit Laiwang's head, and it seemed that the house crackled. Lai Wang's head buzzed, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that he was unharmed. I didn't dare to scold God anymore, and I climbed into the door of my house easily.

Laifu greeted him, shaking his head and tail constantly, but keeping a safe distance. The head rubbed against a large hen that was placed aside.

It turned out that the cold was shivering a little, and all of a sudden the heat boiled, and his eyes looked around, trying to find a stick.

"You scumbag. Are you really going to put me to death? ”

Rifle flashed to the side in fright, but still rubbed the old hen with his mouth. Laiwang then noticed that the old hen seemed to be different from the domestic chicken, because he saw that the feathers on the hen's buttocks seemed to be much longer than the domestic chicken. This chicken head is not like an ordinary chicken. Well, isn't that a pheasant!

Lai Wang Daxi, walked over, lifted the pheasant, and said with a smile, "This time you did a good job, and I will reward you with a chicken leg at night!" ”

"Wow!" Rifle cried out in a hurry.

Laifu thought that Laiwang was a little dissatisfied with his allocation, and said with a smile, "One is too little, then two." Two chicken legs are almost half, you can't be greedy! ”

"Wow!" Laifu seemed to be even more anxious.

"Hey, you loser, Lao Tzu has made such a big concession, you are still not satisfied, believe it or not, I slaughtered you to eat dog meat?" Laiwang felt that three good words were not as good as one.

Lai Wang's threat not only did not intimidate the future blessing, but on the contrary, the future blessing was anxious. Jumped behind Laiwang, bit hard, and without waiting for Laiwang to fight back, jumped down and jumped out of the house.

Laiwang didn't even have time to put down the pheasant, so he chased it out. Rifle plunged headlong into the rain and ran farther and farther without looking back. Lai Wang didn't want to think about it, so he chased after him.

Lai Wang walked out of the house before he heard a loud bang behind him, stopped suddenly, looked back, and was shocked to find that his dilapidated old house had collapsed directly in the wind and rain.

Laiwang was so frightened that he couldn't stand on his feet, thinking that if he wasn't this loser's dog, he was afraid that he wouldn't have to bury it if he died today.

It turned out that the loud thunder just now had already crumbling the originally dilapidated house of the Laiwang family. As an animal, Rifle has an extremely keen sense of danger.

This is the day of the moon, Laiwang has already been drenched in the rain, his body is getting colder and colder, and a few days ago he quarreled with the nearest aunt of osmanthus, and the people in the village also began to look at themselves with colored glasses, although Laiwang got this field, but he didn't want to ask for sympathy from others.

Lai Wang suddenly remembered that there was a mountain temple behind the house where the stars had fallen, and hurriedly ran in that direction. Laifu has been standing in the rain and watching Laiwang, and when he saw Laiwang running in the direction of the mountain temple, he hurriedly chased after him.

One man and one dog, running out of breath on the muddy and rugged mountain road, finally ran to the mountain temple. It was an abandoned mountain temple with a decaying gate that leaned diagonally against the door frame and seemed to be about to fall down at any moment. Fortunately, the uncles and aunts in the village have to come to burn incense a few times a year and repair it slightly, otherwise they would have been lying on the ground like the old house of Laiwang's family.

There are some gloomy and fearful people in the mountain temple, and Lai Wang also learned from Lin Chong, the head of the 800,000 forbidden army, and bowed to the somewhat tattered statue of the mountain god, "Bodhisattva bless, come and say incense to you." Let's spend the night for the time being. Lai Wang couldn't figure out the difference between the mountain god and the Bodhisattva, in his impression, everything that was in the temple was a Bodhisattva.

I don't know who put some dry firewood in the mountain temple, Lai Wang found some firewood, piled it in the middle of the open space in front of the statue, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from the bag, the cigarette had already been soaked by the rain, but the lighter in the cigarette box could still be used. Laiwang was also reluctant to throw away the cigarette box with a dozen cigarettes left, although the cigarettes inside were already drenched.

Lai Wang's body was shivering with cold, and his trembling hand lit the lighter, and the faint yellow fire light dimmed the gloomy mountain temple. Fortunately, the firewood in the temple was completely dry, and the firewood was lit with a little small branches, and soon, there was a raging fire in front of Laiwang.

After about an hour, Laiwang finally roasted his body a little hot, but the clothes on his body were not completely dry, and he still felt a little slimy when he wore them. Rifle crouched to the side, shaking the long hair on his body from time to time.

I felt the warmth in my body, but the hunger also came up. It's been breakfast for a long time, and after this toss, the energy in Laiwang's body has long been exhausted. Fortunately, along the way, Laiwang has been holding the pheasant in his hand, and this pheasant has become Laiwang's only stockpile. As for the future, Laiwang doesn't bother to think about it.

With nothing in hand, it is naturally impossible to cook this pheasant in the usual way.

Laiwang ran outside, and the rain had not stopped, but it had turned into a drizzle. Laiwang braved the rain and grabbed a large lump of yellow mud on the dirt slope on the side. Then he entered the mountain temple again. Wrap the pheasant tightly with yellow mud, throw it directly into the fire, and pile up the mud with charcoal, like roasted sweet potatoes. After a while, the mud ball is turned over.

After more than half an hour, the mud exploded, and a rich fragrance permeated the mountain temple. Laiwang knew that the pheasant was already roasted. So he scooped out the mud with a stick. I didn't dare to touch it directly with my hands, because at this time the mud was already burned red, and I would definitely be burned if I grabbed it with my hands.

Rifle had been baking the fire, but his eyes were fixed on the huge mud ball in the fire. At this time, seeing Laiwang picking up the mud ball, he hurriedly hummed and chirped around the mud ball, and wanted to stretch out his claws to grab it several times, but he retracted it in the middle of the middle.

Laiwang ignored Laifu and continued to bake his clothes unhurriedly. Looking at Laifu's anxious appearance, Laiwang's face finally showed a smile.

After a long while, Lai Wang tested it with his hand, and the temperature of the mud ball finally dropped, although it still remained hot, it was not unbearable.

Laiwang put the mud ball on the incense platform in front of the statue of the god, and broke the wrapped clay to reveal the pheasant that exuded hot and shiny water, and the fragrance also came to his face.

Laifu rushed over and screamed at Laiwang, expressing extreme indignation at Laiwang for not feeding him at the first time. There is even a big intention that you don't give it, and I take it myself. Laiwang hurriedly grabbed Laifu.

"You scumbag. When Lao Tzu respects the Bodhisattva, you will naturally be indispensable. This Bodhisattva just smells it, can he really eat it? "That's how sincere Laiwang is.

"Woohoo!" Laiwang doesn't know what a Bodhisattva is not a Bodhisattva, and when it should be shared, it will not share the spoils, and it will naturally be indignant.

Laiwang was also hungry and growled, bowed twice in front of the statue, then took down the pheasant placed on the incense platform, and at the same time reluctantly tore off two pheasant legs from it, almost half of it, so that Laiwang felt distressed for a long time.

Laifu took the chicken leg away directly from Laiwang's hand, walked to the side with a full heart, and slowly tasted the pheasant meat.

Although there is no seasoning, not even a little salt is added, but it does not affect Laiwang's appetite at all, and after a while, Laiwang has already eaten the chicken with the chicken bones, if it weren't for the fact that the chicken internal organs were not cleaned at all, Laiwang even wanted to eat the internal organs clean.

Laifu ate with a round belly, and rolled on the dusty ground with a round belly to express the joy in his heart.

It was dark, but the rain had stopped, and Laiwang ran outside to dig out a few bundles of dry straw from the haystack in the field. A thick floor was laid next to the fire. Although there is no quilt, it is also a lot warmer. Lai Wang lay down on the ground, and then put a layer of straw on his body, as if he had covered the quilt.

Laifu also hurriedly got in when Laiwang was lying down in the straw pile.

The mountains and forests at night are very quiet. In winter, you can't hear the chirping of animals. Only the cold wind faintly blew the trees whirring.

After a while, Laiwang and Laifu fell into a deep sleep, completely forgetting the excitement of escaping death during the day.

Laiwang entered the dream in a daze, and there seemed to be an old voice in the dream calling out to himself.

"Laiwang. Laiwang. ”

"Who? Who's calling me? Laiwang sat up and looked around.

At this time, a dazzling bright light came in from outside the gate of the mountain temple, and Lai Wang involuntarily got up, and then walked towards the outside of the temple.

Outside the temple was a vast white expanse, and there was no shadow of the woods at all, and Zhaojiatun seemed to have disappeared from this world.

But in a white light, Laiwang saw an old man wearing a Taoist robe, with flowing white hair, like a fairy, coming from a distance.

"Laiwang." The old man's tone was extremely kind.