At this moment, it was past noon, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the cold wind was blowing.

The peacock fur was too ostentatious, and when Yingchun left, he stayed in Februarychun, asked Xiaoliu for an ordinary homely half-worn cloak, put it on the outside, and then walked west.

In the deep winter, the grass and trees have withered, and when you go out of the city, you can see an endless bleakness.

Occasionally, a few sparse pedestrians hurried back to the city, and they were all surprised to see a single woman going out at this time.

What to see, what to see! Yingchun scolded in his heart. If my sister hadn't had altitude sickness, she would have gone to Tibet alone!

She cursed in her heart, walked a few more miles, and then got off the official road and walked along a dirt road towards the river.

It's getting overcast, and when you go back, it's not really snowing.

Yingchun quickened his pace, and passed through a small hill, and faintly saw the ruined temple in the distance.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then rushed into the temple almost at a trot.

The temple is dim and dark, only the oil lamp on the incense table in front of the Buddha is emitting a broad bean light.

"Hey! Where are you two monks with boundless power, Heavenly Masters and Gods? The temple was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly, so she had to shout.

He called twice, but no one answered but an echo.

Two damn people who ask for food, they must have gone to trick people into selling children again.

Yingchun detoured behind the Buddha statue again, at this moment the sky was full of clouds, the Buddha statue blocked the light outside, and the back hall could not see anything clearly.

Yingchun had to go back to the Buddha statue, looked at the Buddha statue and said sorry, then took down the oil lamp on the incense table, and ran behind the Buddha statue.

By the dim light, she could barely see the outline of the back hall, the broken bookshelves around it, the straw mats, and some dirty rags, pottery, etc., piled up in a corner, no different from the last time she came.

It's just that there is no trace of the leper monk and the lame Taoist.

Damn, these two crooks haven't come back yet.

At the moment, she had nothing to do but wait.

As the minutes ticked by, I could still feel that the sun had begun to set, even though it was already dark.

At first, I didn't feel cold, but I waited in the temple, and my body began to feel a biting cold.

If you don't go back, it'll be too late.

I had no choice but to find a way another day.

When she walked out of the ruined temple, she found that the weather was much worse than when she came, the wind was blowing colder and colder, and the sky was beginning to fall with snowflakes.

She walked a little in the wind and snow, only to find that the wind was getting stronger and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the ground was becoming muddy, and every step was extremely difficult.

The sun had completely set, and it was still white, but now it was impossible to see anything.

Yingchun looked ahead, not daring to go any further, so he had to turn around and turn back towards the outline of the broken temple.

Although the temple was in front of her, this part of the road was extremely difficult, and by the time she reached the temple, her body was covered with snow, her body was wet and cold, and her feet were almost frozen.

Damn, she's going to be stuck here tonight.

King Beijing thought that she had gone to Februarychun, and the people of Februarychun might have thought that she was staying overnight at the old man's house, but in short, no one thought that she would be trapped alone in this dilapidated temple in the wilderness.

There was nothing she could do at the moment, she patted the residual snow on her body, and then closed the doors of the broken temple, but the two temple doors were already broken, and even if they were closed, they couldn't stop the wind and snow from whistling inside.

After dark, the temperature plummeted, and the spring was shivering. Only then did he secretly regret that he didn't put on the fox fur jacket and peacock fur given by King Beijing when he went out.

It's just that it's too late to regret it now, the whistling sound in my ears is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow is getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that I can't stop tonight.

She was wet and cold, and she had traveled a long way, so she really wanted to fall asleep, but she knew that if she fell asleep in this situation, she would probably be frozen tomorrow morning, so she had to rub her hands and trot back and forth incessantly.

It's just that she can't keep warm no matter how much she runs, and seeing that the oil in the oil lamp is gradually running out, and the light is getting dimmer and dimmer, a kind of fear also permeates her heart.

There was no other way but to burn the two straw mats first.

With her mind in mind, she dragged a straw mat from the back hall into the air, drew a few straws, and lit them on an oil lamp.

The smoke drifted out with the firelight, and she coughed violently, then threw the lit straw in her hand on the straw mat.

The straw mat was soon lit, and the warm light of the fire came out, and the choking smoke came out.

Fortunately, the ruined temple was ventilated everywhere, the smoke quickly dissipated, and the grass was ignited, exuding a trace of warmth.

There were two straw mats in the ruined temple, and she didn't dare to burn the fire too much, if there was no fire in the middle of the night, it would be too dangerous.

It's just that this little flame looks pale and weak under the severe cold of the night, and Yingchun shrinks his body in a ball, still shivering uncontrollably. Besides, she almost didn't eat anything today except for a piece of pastry in February's spring, and she was hungry at the moment, remembering that there were two steamed buns on the incense table in front of her, and she didn't know when, and she couldn't care so much at the moment, so she went to get the hard steamed buns, and then sat down by the fire and began to gnaw.

The steamed buns were dry, cold and hard, difficult to swallow, so she had to go outside again to hold a handful of snow, eat it with the snow residue, eat two bites, suddenly felt sour, scared and sad, and couldn't help crying.

She didn't know how long she had been crying like this, when suddenly she heard a noise outside the door, and then the door was pushed open.

She was startled, hurriedly stopped crying, held her breath, and did not dare to move.

"Anyone?" Accompanied by the sound of the wind and snow whistling in, there was a man's heavy and anxious voice.

"Is there anyone," the man gasped, as if he had walked a long way to get here, "have you seen a girl pass by here?" ”

She is extremely familiar with the owner of this voice, Sun Shaozu.

Yingchun let out a hoarse sigh in his voice, then stood up and ran out.

Sun Shaozu held on to the door frame, panting while looking at Yingchun.

When he saw clearly who the person in front of him was in the dim light, he also let out a low sigh in his throat, and then walked in two steps.

The wind and snow were raging behind him, Sun Shaozu came to Yingchun, held her arms tightly with both hands, and stared at her for a long time, and when he confirmed that this was finally the person he was looking for, he let out a big sigh.

"I didn't freeze you to death, this is really God's eyes!" Sun Shaozu squeezed Yingchun's arm tightly, gritted his teeth and said fiercely. After that, he gently wiped away the tears hanging on Yingchun's face with his fingers.