In the warm spring breeze of February, the two carriages gradually drove away from Xiaojia Zhuangzi and headed towards Luoyang one after the other.

Needless to say, in this carriage, there is the newly appointed financial officer, Xiao Han is also.

After finally surviving the tedious New Year's season, as soon as the weather warmed up, Xiao Han immediately rushed out of the cage and headed towards the south of the Yangtze River like a bird out of the cage.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently! Haha, good poetry, good poetry! ”

On the winding road, Xiao Han, who was sitting in the carriage, laughed and showed off his "new work" to Xue Pan.

However, before Xue Pan could express his admiration for this poem, the curtain in front of the carriage was suddenly lifted by someone.

"Master Hou, it's really wet!! It's useless for me to wear a hat, seeing that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why don't we find a place to hide from the rain first......" Xiao Dong, who was already half wet, poked his head into his head from the outside, and said to Xiao Han pitifully.

Xiao Han's laughter stopped abruptly, and then, he turned his head little by little, his eyes were full of something called murderous energy......

This damn bastard, a little artistic conception that he had been brewing for a long time to rise up was so shattered by his arch!

That feeling is like suddenly rushing into a wild boar in a corn field with a good harvest, no matter how you look at it, it's a terrible scenery!

"Uh...... Leave! ”

Suddenly, seeing Xiao Han's eyes on fire, Xiao Dong was suddenly a little dumbfounded! Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, according to his years of understanding of Xiao Han, he still pulled his head out of the carriage quickly before a big foot came.

"Oh, boy, there's a kind of stick your head in again, and I'll add a buff to you......" Xiao Han roared angrily.

Xiaodong outside pitifully hugged the horsewhip: "Woo...... Master Hou, I was wrong! Use your own Bafu ......"

"Haha......" Xue Pan looked at these two living treasures and laughed out loud.

Accompanied by the continuous drizzle, Xiao Han's carriage was full of laughter, and bursts of laughter drifted to the back with the spring breeze, listening to the ears of the fat cook, so that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a slight smile.

"Haha, Lao Qiu, look how happy our Hou Ye is when he comes out!"

"Hmm."

"Hey, you said that you went to Jiangnan this time, and Hou Ye really went to make money."

"I don't know."

"Can you say a few more words? Don't jump in two words? ”

"Can't!"

"You ......" looked at the expressionless old Qiu, the fat cook compared a middle finger in his heart, of course, if he couldn't beat him, this middle finger would definitely be better than in front of his eyes!

In this way, there was silence for a while, and the fat cook couldn't bear it, so he opened a corner of the curtain and looked out.

"Huh? How did you turn a corner? ”

"Shelter from the rain!"

"Shelter from the rain? There are so many big trees, just stay for a while, where are you going to hide from the rain? ”

"I don't know."

"Hello? I said you're enough! Who will show a stinky face all day long? Laugh and die? ”

"Laugh and you won't die!" Lao Qiu glanced at the fat cook, and finally gave up a few more words, "However, if you hide from the rain under the tree, you may die!" ”

When the fat cook saw that old Qiu Ken had spoken well, he immediately became interested, pointed to the big tree on the side of the road outside and said, "Cut, who are you fooling?" I grew up and dodged so many ...... under the trees."

"Click!"

A snow-white spring thunder instantly interrupted the fat cook's words, making him want to tell about his experience of hiding from the rain, but all the thoughts in his stomach were choked.

"Split... Split the tree! ”

The fat cook stammered and pointed not far away, where a towering tree slowly fell, and then a fire broke out......

"Old ...... Fur coat! Who said not to take shelter under a tree in the rain? Swallowing a mouthful of foam with difficulty, the fat cook asked blankly.

Lao Qiu didn't say anything, because at this time, he was also full of shock!

At the beginning, when he was in the ** workshop, he heard Xiao Han say that the thunder and lightning in the sky are willing to hit things in high places, such as towers and trees.

But this is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes!

After being stunned for a long time, he finally came back to his senses, and Lao Qiu slowly replied: "It was Hou Ye who said it." ”

"Oh, that's right, that's right!" Hearing that it was Xiao Han who said it, the last trace of doubt in the fat cook's heart suddenly disappeared, and he nodded vigorously, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

The lightning strike not far away, Xiao Han naturally saw it, and in addition to being surprised, he didn't dare to play treasure anymore, so he hurriedly urged Xiaodong and asked him to quickly find a place to hide from the rain.

After all, a little rain is nothing, but the cloud that thundered is now hovering overhead, and who knows where the next thunder will hit?

"Ami Tofu, I've never done anything bad in my life, don't hack me! Amen, A-window......"

"Sincere prayer", I don't know if his prayer has an effect, after a period of extremely fast driving under the carriage, Xiaodong's excited voice finally came from the front: "Master Hou, there is a mountain temple in front!" Let's go there and hide from the rain! ”

"What, Mountain Temple?"

Somehow, when I heard this name, the first thing that came to Xiao Han's mind was suddenly an unscrupulous ghost film made by some unscrupulous directors in later generations.

God knows why they like to shoot this kind of film in the broken temple and broken view so much, isn't it intended to scare people?

But thinking about it, Xiao Han also knew that in this case, it would be good to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Not to mention that the mountain god is also a god, no matter what the thunder god in the sky says, he has to give his colleagues some face, and he can't even split it together, right? ?

Just when Xiao Han was still thinking about it, the carriage had already stopped.

Lifting the curtain to see the rain outside, Xiao Han took out the umbrella that had been prepared a long time ago, escorted Xue Pan out of the car first, and then ran into the temple together.

Behind him, the sturdy old Qiu was already following closely.

trotted all the way up the steps, until he ran under the eaves, Xiao Han put away his umbrella and panted to look at the mountain temple in front of him.

Contrary to what I thought, the mountain temple in front of me looked extremely complete, even the paste paper on the doors and windows was new, completely different from the half-collapsed temples in the movie.

"Maybe it's because there are still people living in the area, so there's some incense." Thinking like this, there was already a neighing of horses behind him.

Xiao Han looked back, but he was stunned and Xiaodong were busy unloading the horses from the cart so that they could go to the temple together to take shelter from the rain.

The steps of the mountain temple were a little high, and the carriage couldn't come up, so after Xiaodong and they brought the horses up, Lao Qiu had already "opened" the closed gate.

Stepping over the high steps, Xiao Han carefully followed Lao Qiu into the temple.

At the feet, there is a thin layer of ash, not thick, in the big incense burner in front of the statue, there are also some high incense sticks indiscriminately, it seems that it is really as Xiao Han guessed, there are still people here to worship.