Kang Ting led the horse, according to what the girl said, asked around in Wutong Town where the owner of the tea shop was, some people shook their heads and waved their hands and didn't want to say more, some people said they went to Qingzhou, and some people said that they went to Yongjun, and some kind people advised Kang Ting not to go near the tea shop, saying that there was a big demon living there.

According to many people's words, Kang Ting finally understood that the big demon was the big demon, and the owner of the tea shop was the owner of the tea shop. Later, Kang Ting asked the people in the town about the girl who lived next to the tea shop, who knew that as soon as this matter was mentioned, those people walked quickly with the things in their hands, and even the woman who was enjoying the cool at the door hurriedly took the child back to the house, and with a clang, tightened the door bolt.

Kang Ting pondered carefully, and finally led the horse back to the Yanshan Bridge.

Although it didn't rain much last night, the wind did pick up for a while, and the leaves on the trees were swept up one after another, and many fell on the Yanshan Bridge.

The woman Kang Ting saw in the early morning was holding a broom, extremely meticulously sweeping the leaves and dust that fell on the bridge deck, her eyebrows were full of loneliness and pity, as if she was not sweeping an ordinary stone bridge at this moment, but caressing her lover's cheeks, afraid that the sweep would hurt him, and he was afraid that the sweep would be light, and the bridge deck would not be clean.

Tying the horse to the stump of the horse that had been tied to the horse last night, Kang Ting went over, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to ask, didn't he want to go over abruptly and ask: "Girl, are you a demon?" ”

After hesitating for a moment, Kang Ting thought about An Qing, and finally put his face down, thinking that he had already begged so many people anyway, and he would not be worse than this one, if his Tang Tu made the girl unhappy, as long as she promised to help get rid of the murderous mountain demon, even if he was skinned and torn apart, he would be willing.

Walking to the side of the Yanshan Bridge, Kang Ting looked at the woman, and knelt down without saying a word, the woman didn't seem to be surprised by his sudden move, still bowed her head and gently swept the fallen leaves on the bridge, and waited for the broom of the bamboo branch to sweep in front of Kang Ting inch by inch, before slowly stopping, speaking softly, at first glance and amiable, listening carefully is a kind of indifference thousands of miles away.

"I'm not an immortal official above the heavens, I can't punish good and evil, I can't control life and death, if you have something difficult, you should think of other ways, in my place, it's just a waste of time."

Kang Ting was sad, shook his head and said: "If it is useful to ask for immortal officials, I have already kowtowed the immortal temples in ten miles and eight towns I don't know how many heads, but I am a mortal who is soft-spoken, I am afraid that not only the immortal officials above the nine heavens do not believe me, even if they are ordinary people, there may not be a few people who believe me." ”

"The world is already a lot of hardship, I'm sorry." The woman bypassed Kang Ting and took a broom to the firewood shed next to the tea shop, but she never heard Kang Ting tell her what was going on.

Kang Ting turned around and kowtowed a few heads to the woman, and said sincerely: "In Bian An Kang Ting, the matter of asking for a girl is not for myself, but for the sake of my loved ones, as well as countless Li people near Bian An!" ”

The woman's footsteps stopped for a moment, but she did not speak, and no longer heeded Kang Ting's pleas, and turned into the firewood room.

Kang Ting knelt in front of the door, kneeling down from noon to night, and kneeling down from late at night to dawn, a person to the quiet firewood shed, telling about the tragic sacrifice fifteen years ago, and now the big demon is out of the customs, will bring about the disaster, but no matter what Kang Ting said, the room is still quiet, the next day the girl did not come out again, it seems to be alone inside, has been waiting for something, but lonely and dazed, I don't know what to wait for.

After waiting for a long time, Kang Ting began to be dizzy and couldn't support it, and he was so disappointed that he felt that this time he was also the same as those sanctimonious gods who went to beg for it before, but he was rejected and lost hope.

After falling to the ground in a daze, and being woken up by the wind in the night, and struggling to get up, Kang Ting wanted to give up and didn't want to wait any longer, not because he had no perseverance or perseverance, but because he was afraid of putting all his time in this fruitless place, and delaying the little time An Qing had left.

If he is really desperate, at the end of his life, he is willing to be by An Qing's side.

The horse on the stump had been tied for a long time, and had already finished gnawing the grass around the stump, and it seemed that he had lost patience at this time.

Turning over the horse, Kang Ting used his only strength to hold on to the rope, and as the horse left without knowing how long he walked, Kang Ting's mind was dizzy, and he crawled on the horse's back and did not wake up.

When Kang Ting woke up again, it was the horse that ran a few steps, turned him off from the horse, and fell to the ground to wake up. The place where Kangting is located is a little unfamiliar, it seems that it has never been there, except for the tall and low rice fields, there is only a somewhat collapsed ruined temple left.

Rubbing the arm and hip bones that were hurt by the fall, Kang Ting slowly moved into the broken temple, only to find that this seemed to be the Yuelao Temple, the Yuelao god had been relocated, and it should have been moved to the newly built temple, and there were only red silk and colored satin used when moving or building the temple, as well as the colorful brocades left by the infatuated men and women in previous years, hanging on the pillars and depicting each other's names, but now, they have been covered with thick dust.

Kang Ting found a dry place to sit against the pillar, at this moment he was hungry and thirsty, and when he saw the rain leaking from the dilapidated roof into the rubble of Gongtai, he moved over and drank a few sips, and then sat down slowly against Gongtai, his heart was powerless and hopeless to the extreme, and he felt that he was embarrassed for a lifetime, and that he loved someone miserable and wretched.

Sighing, it seemed to be raining outside, Kang Ting closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the water outside, thinking that he had been away for so long, and he didn't know what happened to An Qing.

Every time he thinks of his beloved, Kang Ting feels that he is holding all his strength in his heart and doesn't know how to release it, just like he was framed and assassinated by the prefect's brother-in-law, and he couldn't stab the sky when Bian Ancheng was in the first place, just like he tried his best to save his beloved, but found that his strength was small, and he couldn't do anything except wait for death.

Many things in life are like this, and it is useless to try your best.

With the sound of the rain, a rush of footsteps entered the temple, and the person who came jumped into the door, shook the raindrops on his body and scolded the dark sky, scolding the rain official above the nine heavens for his brain to enter the water, a rain was confused, absurd.

Kang Ting opened his eyes and saw that the person who came was an old man with gray hair, who looked not young, but listening to Fang Cai's posture of scolding the sky, his body and spirit were very good. After the man scolded and dispersed the anger in his heart, he turned to look in the direction of Kang Ting.

The white-bearded old man looked at Kang Ting, as if he was very familiar with this place, and sat cross-legged on the side of the tribute platform in the past, took out a peach from his arms, and took a bite of it very crisply, and smacked his mouth a few times, it seemed that the ** of the peach was very suitable for his taste, so he nodded and swallowed, and took another bite, and in an instant, half of the fist-sized peach was gone.

Eating peaches, the man met Kang Ting's gaze, laughed a few times, tried to put on a kind look, and said to Kang Ting: "Young man, haven't you eaten yet?" ”

Just watching the old man eat peaches, Kang Ting had already swallowed a mouthful of saliva silently, and now when he heard the other party's question, his mouth had not answered, and his stomach had no spineless compromise, and he purred.

When the old man heard the voice, he didn't laugh, he lowered his head and pulled his wide sleeves, took out an oiled paper bag from it and handed it to Kang Ting, "Young man, I still have a baked cake here, you can take it and eat it." ”

Kang Ting was not a person who liked to take advantage, but in the current situation, he was very embarrassed to take it, and said repeatedly: "Thank you old man, thank you old man." ”

When the old man heard this, he looked at Kang Ting with a smile, then looked at the ruined temple he was in, and asked, "The young man came to this temple, but he asked for marriage?" ”

Kang Ting swallowed a few bites of baked cakes, shook his head and said, "The younger generation already has a beloved. ”

Who knew that when these words were spoken, the old man approached Kang Ting, sniffed a few times, and sighed with his tongue: "A body of yin qi, I'm afraid that there is a long life." ”

Kang Ting stopped biting the baked cake and said in surprise: "Old man, you, what do you mean?" ”

The old man gestured casually, stretched out his hand and scratched his back, stroked his sheep's horn and beard and said: "Yin and yang are separated, there is no fate!" ”

Kang Ting threw the baked cake in his hand, knelt down at the old man, kowtowed a few times, and begged: "Old man, if you are an immortal, please show me a clear way." ”

The old man stroked his beard, looked up at the empty Gongtai, which had no statue of a god, and thought for a long time before he said leisurely: "There is a way, but there are nine deaths and one life, depending on whether you are willing to go." ”

Kang Ting slammed his head on the ground without the slightest hesitation, "Please give the old man advice." ”

"You come here." The old man laughed a few times and beckoned to Kang Ting.

Kang Ting didn't suspect anything else, and quickly leaned his ear over, listening to the old man's whispering in his ear, his heart was pounding, and he trembled indescribably.

After that, Kang Ting looked at the rain outside the door in a daze, and did not ease up for a long time, until the sky roared with thunder, and he suddenly woke up, and hurriedly remembered to say thank you to the old man, but when he turned around, he found that the side was empty, and only the half of the baked cake full of sesame seeds that had just fallen from his hand remained.

Quietly, when the rain outside slowly stopped, Kang Ting rested, got up and went out, and resolutely ran away into the distance.

It wasn't until Kang Ting's figure disappeared at the end of the road that the old man who had just appeared in the temple appeared, brushing his beard and looking at the empty path, sighed, and said to himself: "Chaojiao, Chaojiao, you are selfish after all!" ”

When the old man finished sighing, a thunderclap roared and struck the old man's head, scattering the already curly sheep's horn mustache in all directions, like the angry fried rooster. So, the old man pointed to the sky and scolded, scolding the rain officer for being brainless and the thunder god official for being blind......