Leng Yi was a little settled in his heart, and hurriedly put the night vision device away and came down from the tree. "There is a village not far ahead!" Let's go there and take shelter from the snowstorm, and we'll go when the blizzard stops! ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang was already frozen and couldn't even speak. could only hold Leng Yi's hand tightly and follow him in that direction with one foot high and one foot low in the snow.

The road has been completely buried by the wind and snow, and the road is no longer visible. As he was walking, he heard Zhuo Qiaoniang screaming behind him, Leng Yi turned his head and saw that Zhuo Qiaoniang was gone!

Leng Yi was still holding her hand tightly, why was it gone? Judging from the direction of her hand, Leng Yi judged that she should have fallen into the grass or hollows hidden by the heavy snow. Leng Yi hurriedly pulled her back, and when she heard a bang, Zhuo Qiaoniang was pulled out of the snowdrift in a white veil.

Due to the excessive force on the ground and too slippery, Zhuo Qiaoniang fell on Leng Yi at once, and the two fell into the snow.

Leng Yi hurriedly hugged her tightly, for fear that she would turn over and roll downhill. This is the first time I have hugged Zhuo Qiaoniang, although through the thick jacket, I can still feel her slender and soft waist and bulging breasts.

Zhuo Qiaoniang hurriedly struggled to get up, her mouth was almost frozen, and she said vaguely: "Yes, I'm sorry, the official ......"

At that time, when men were inferior to women, women could not be in men. Although it was an accident, Zhuo Qiaoniang's first reaction was to apologize.

How could Leng Yi care about this, he got up, pulled her and walked forward in the wind and snow, while paying attention to her feet, so that she followed closely behind him, so as not to fall into the snow again.

After a hard journey through the snow, they finally saw the gate of a temple standing in the middle of a blizzard.

It turned out that what Leng Yi saw was not a mountain village, but a mountain temple. No matter what he was, Leng Yi grabbed Zhuo Qiaoniang with one hand, slammed the door with the other, and shouted loudly at the same time.

His voice was very loud, but he waited for a while before a small and thin monk came out and opened the door. The door only opened a crack, and the little monk's head stretched out. He glanced at them, but did not speak.

Leng Yi said: "Little Master, I passed by here with my lady, the wind and snow are too big, I can't see the road, can you make it convenient for you to spend the night in your temple and avoid this snowstorm?" ”

The little monk glanced at them again, and saw that they were dressed ordinary, so he opened the temple door and let the two of them in.

The little monk closed the temple door, led through the patio, and pushed the door into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In the main hall, there are seven monks, who are sitting on a futon and chanting scriptures for evening classes. When they saw him come in, they all stopped talking. However, when he saw that they were dressed in coarse cloth and thought they were peasants from the countryside, he showed disdain and continued to recite.

Leng Yi didn't bother, and saw that there were still a few empty futons by the door, so he pulled Zhuo Qiaoniang to sit down. Zhuo Qiaoniang helped her pat the snowflakes on her body before taking a picture of herself.

Leng Yi took her hand and rubbed it in his palm, warming her hands. In front of these monks, Zhuo Qiaoniang was a little embarrassed and said, "Official, the concubine will come by herself." He withdrew his hand and rubbed it himself.

Leng Yi took a good look at the main hall and several monks, and finally, his eyes fell on the old monk in a robe. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the greedy old monk in "Journey to the West" who plotted against Tang Seng's baby robe.

The little monk who led them in earlier seemed to be the monk in charge of welcoming and sending them off, and brought Leng Yi two cups of hot tea. Leng Yi and Zhuo Qiaoniang thanked each other and held the cup of hot tea to warm their hands. After a while, I drank the tea, and then I felt a little more comfortable.

Finally, when the monks finished their evening class, the old monk turned around and looked at Leng Yi and the two of them in coarse cloth, frowned slightly, and said, "What are you doing?" Where did you come from, where are you going? ”

Leng Yi was a little unhappy when he heard his words, and he didn't seem to be willing to stay guests, but the wind and snow outside were so big, he was unwilling and could only pretend to be deaf and dumb when he didn't know, and he would get through the night first, and then said: "We are doing small business in Yinling County, going to visit relatives, and we encountered a snowstorm on the way, so we borrowed your temple to praise and avoid." My surname is Leng, this is my wife, surnamed Zhuo. ――What is the name of the master? ”

A chubby monk next to him smiled flatteringly and said, "This is the abbot of our Yinling Temple, Juehui, who is the presiding officer. ”

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "I've seen the abbot!" ”

Jue Hui nodded expressionlessly and said, "Why don't you take the official road?" ”

Leng Yi was a little unhappy with his interrogation, but he could only endure it and said, "Take the path closer." ”

"It's only been a day's journey, but it's much harder! It's not to scare you, it's also fateful that you can see our temple in the snowstorm, otherwise, you can't see the road, it's dark again, and you don't know what danger will be! ”

"That's it!" Leng Yi smiled: "We are really lucky to be able to take shelter from the wind and snow in your temple." ”

When the fat monk saw the little monk standing by the door, he shuddered on his head and whispered viciously: "You idiot! You don't know that our temple is poor! You still let people come in to spend the night, eat and drink together, don't you have your intentions? As he spoke, he snapped his head a few more times.

The little monk shrunk his neck in fear and protected his head with his hands, but he didn't dare to dodge.

The fat monk's voice was just a little lower, making people feel as if they just wanted Leng Yi and them to hear. Leng Yi snorted coldly and said, "If we stay in your temple, we will naturally pay for it." After that, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom, about five yuan, which was left over after paying off the debts of the servants in the inner house last time, and handed it to the abbot Juehui: "We will live until the snowstorm stops, about three days." ”

Last time in the inn in Bazhou, when settling the accommodation fee, it was one hundred and fifty wen for one day, this is a temple in the mountains, half counted, this five dollars of silver is five hundred wen, and it should be enough to stay for three days. It is estimated that the snowstorm will not last more than three days. It's really not good, I'll make up for it later. There was still a little bit of broken silver in his bosom.

Juehui took it, put it with his hand, put it in his arms, and there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to the little monk next to him: "Mingkong, take the two donors to the guest room to rest." He said to Leng Yi again: "Dinner will be held in half an hour." ”

Leng Yi nodded, he didn't bother to talk to the abbot of the city, and pulled Zhuo Qiaoniang to follow the little monk Ming out of the side door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall. He felt that Zhuo Qiaoniang's hands were trembling, probably because of the cold, but he felt a little different, and his heart was slightly strange.

Behind the side gate is the backyard, with a long corridor on both sides, and a row of monks' houses at the long corridor. Mingkong led them to the door of a monk's house, pushed the door open, and said, "Please, two of you!" ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at him lovingly: "Does your head still hurt?" That man hit you just now, it's really too much! ”

As if he hadn't heard, the little monk walked to the corner of the house and brought a brazier to the middle of the room. He put a few pieces of charcoal on top of it, and then bowed his head and went out, and after a while, he came back again, with a shovel in his hand, and two burning charcoals on it. Mingkong put the charcoal on the charcoal with tongs, and then went out again.

After a while, he came in with a basin of hot water and placed it on the ground. Still didn't say a word, and walked out with his head down.

"Please wait a minute." Leng Yi shouted, walked over, patted him on the emaciated shoulder, and said, "Thank you!" Master Mingkong. ”

Mingkong was still like a deaf person, without any expression, and went out with his head down.

Leng Yi closed the door, walked to Zhuo Qiaoniang, reached out and picked up her hand, and felt that it was still as cold as frost. Squatted down, tried the water in the basin, it was very hot, then walked to their luggage package, took out the face towel from the washing tools and rubbed it in the hot water.

Zhuo Qiaoniang hurriedly squatted down: "Let the concubine come!" ”

"Don't move!" Leng Yi blocked her hand and said, "Your hands are too cold." If you suddenly put it in hot water like this, it will hurt your hands. My hands are warmer than yours, it's fine. ”

Leng Yi soaked the face towel in hot water, wrung it out, and then swung it in the air, slightly warm, and then handed it to Zhuo Qiaoniang: "It's okay, wash your face." ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at him in a daze, and forgot to answer. Leng Yi said: "What are you in a daze? Take it, or it'll be cold. ”

Zhuo Qiaoniang took it at this time, washed her face with a red face, and was about to put it in the hot water basin, but was taken by Leng Yi again. Zhuo Qiaoniang sat next to the brazier and peeked at him from time to time.