Fengming Mountain! The young strange man frowned, as if thinking about something, and suddenly lifted the curtain and stepped out of it.

His movements were so sudden that he almost startled the coachman outside.

Because of this move, many people looked this way.

The coachman sighed, if he was looked at like this, he would not be used to it, but the young man was very calm, and was obviously used to being watched like this.

The young man didn't care, and slowly put on his hat, as if he wanted to cover the sun, and looked around.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke: "Did you hear anything?" ”

What sound can it be? The coachman was puzzled.

Because of his outstanding appearance, he attracted everyone's attention, and now everyone's eyes have not left, and he suddenly spoke again, yes, many people have heard this voice.

What sound can it be? In broad daylight.

Many people think so, but I don't know if it's because of his question, as if they vaguely heard something in their ears.

It was a strange sound, like the sound of the wind, like the beating of drums, and as if mixed with the roar of an unknown beast.

"What's going on?" Many passers-by whispered.

As if in a daze, when I didn't care about it at first, I couldn't hear it at all, but once I heard it, no matter how loud the pedestrians around me were, I could still clearly distinguish the strange sound.

There were low voices of discussion, horse-drawn carriages and donkey carts could not walk, but pedestrians on foot could still pass, and some people living nearby couldn't help but stop when they heard the voices of pedestrians here, and wondered: "You also heard?" ”

One word also successfully attracted the attention of passers-by who speculated wildly.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What, but what's wrong?" ”

Looking at the dress of these people, it seems that they are farmers living nearby.

"It's not a big deal," the people pointed to the surrounding Fengming Mountain, "It is also said in the county annals, and many storytellers have said it." If you pass by, just go. ”

With that, he took the hoe and left.

What is this called? Mr. Huangshi, who was stretching out his head to hear what was going on, was a little uncomfortable, but the people seemed to be in a hurry to go to the fields to plow, and they didn't bother to say anything, so they left.

Just when some people were curious and speculating, the convoy in front of them moved, and the two four-plane carriages seemed to have finally separated. But now that they can go, not many people are nosy anymore.

It's important to hit the road and keep going.

At noon on this day, people who can really get hot don't want to walk on their stomachs.

The driver of the donkey cart looked at the strange young man: "This son, shall we continue to walk?" ”

The young man with the hat did not reply immediately, but continued to look around, and I don't know how long he looked, and the coachman on the side jumped to his feet quickly before he spoke.

"It's going to rain."

Rain? Isn't it a good thing to rain? It's hot, it's raining, it's cooler.

Although the coachman thinks so, people have donkey carts to avoid, and this main foot force donkey has nothing to shelter from the wind and rain, so it is still necessary to find a place to avoid it.

"Then let's find a place to take refuge!" The coachman sighed again and again, these two weirdos. He suddenly had a feeling at the moment, although the old one was a little sneering, but this young weirdo was the most troublesome.

"There's a temple in front, let's go in and take refuge!" Fortunately, the young stranger did not hold on any longer, and sat back in the donkey cart, and stretched out his finger to compare, "If I am not mistaken, I should be not far ahead." ”

The coachman asked casually: "This son, have you been here before?" ”

Originally, it was just a polite remark, and I didn't really expect him to answer, but I didn't expect the young man to suddenly roll his eyes and speak: "No, I haven't been here, but I know, there should be." ”

Not here, but he knows that there should be. What kind of nonsense is this? The coachman scratched his hair irritably, and it was better to talk less to the weirdos, as ordinary people couldn't stand it.

Tiangong's change of face is really just a momentary thing, and it will change when he says it.

It was still sweltering, and in an instant, a strong wind mixed with a torrential rain came quickly.

The donkey cart didn't go far, and sure enough, I saw a temple on the side of the road not far ahead.

The temple is not big, at a glance, the coachman pulls the donkey cart to the temple, it is better to come early than to come by coincidence, the first to enter the temple, even people with the car have crossed the temple gate and walked in.

When I entered the temple, I found that this is a Guandi Temple, which enshrines Guan Yu, a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, who is as famous as Confucius, and is also known as Guan Gong, a martial saint.

A rain came quickly, but it was much cooler in an instant, and Mr. Huang Shi, who had long been unable to sit still, got out of the donkey cart and leaned aside to gossip with the coachman who was idle and feeding the donkeys. People are a little bit of a bit of a chatter, but people from all walks of life can follow along, and the content of this topic may not be very interesting, but it is still okay to be idle and bored to relieve boredom.

It didn't take long for Mr. Huang Shi to talk to the coachman about the children in the family, from donkeys, cows and horses.

Pei Zongzhi was obviously not interested in these words at all, he just stood in front of the statue of Guan Gong, looked at it for a long time, and didn't know where to get three incense sticks, bowed three times, and put them in the incense burner that was not at its peak.

"Do you still use Martial Saint?" Mr. Huang Shi shook his head again and again, "I thought you were going to worship the Sanqing Master in the Taoist Temple, and the Buddha in the actual temple, why did you worship the martial saint in the end?" ”

Pei Zongzhi ignored him.

Mr. Huang Shi was also accustomed to him ignoring people from time to time, turned his head, and continued to talk to the coachman: "Just talked about your daughter-in-law, let's continue to ......"

The rain came suddenly and urgently, the clouds were thick, and the good day looked like it was almost evening, and it was overwhelming, and it was boring to see, and Mr. Huangshi, who had a dry mouth, picked up the kettle and drank a few sips of water, handed it to the coachman on the side, and the two sat cross-legged opposite each other, ready to continue.

At this time, the coachman was a little puzzled: "Strange, there are a lot of pedestrians on the road, and there are a lot of carriages. Why are there only three of us in this temple? ”

In addition to the three men, there was also a donkey eating grass next to him.

Mr. Huang Shi nodded knowingly, turned his head to look for Pei Zongzhi, but found that he was already standing at the gate of the temple at some point. took off the hat, although it was an ordinary plain robe, but because of the appearance and demeanor that few people in the world can match, at that moment, the whole person actually had a feeling of being like an immortal.

Of course, this feeling disappeared in a moment.

"Pei Zongzhi, do you feel that something is wrong?"

"You just found out!" He replied, turned and walked back in the direction of the donkey cart, pulled out a crumpled book from the cart and threw it over.

The coachman also knew a few words, and leaned over to look at them.

"Fengming County Chronicles".

On the first page, there is a record of the past.

His Majesty Taizong in the past, Zhang Ludao, a god wrestler, and Yu Fengmingshan, the most powerful warlock of the Liu family, met. Then the techniques of yin and yang came out, each showing their magical powers, and the Liu family was defeated and retreated. His Majesty Taizong and the god Zhang Ludao left a heavenly soldier here before leaving.

It turned out that this was the story told by those people in the neighborhood.

The county chronicle records: near Fengming Mountain, there is a heavenly soldier. 2k reading web