Count nine in the middle of winter.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes touched the ground, whirling and blowing, pumping on people's bodies and faces, making people's exposed skin as painful as a knife.

Everywhere you look, there is a winter scene of dead branches and barren grass, and white snow.

Chen Sheng sat in front of the fire, and the cold wind blew the two gates of the temple that had broken a big hole for some reason.

It's an annoying noise.

Chen Sheng stood up, picked up the head of the Buddha on the ground who was cut off by someone and came to the door, intending to use this weighty stone to stand up to the temple gate.

He glanced out the door.

But he stopped what he was doing.

I saw that outside the temple gate, there were some pedestrians coming over one after another on the mountain road that had been covered by the vast white snow and could only faintly see some traces.

Chen Sheng, who has lived in Linguo County since he was a child, naturally knows that the direction of these people is from the next county over the mountain, and when he walks to the gate of this broken temple, it is precisely a boundary where there is no village in front and no shop in the back.

Obviously, these people did not expect this heavy snowfall when they set off from the next county, and they were affected by the heavy snow, and they arrived here at this time.

Looking at the sky, it is impossible for these people to rush to Linguo County before nightfall.

And as long as dusk passes, according to the national law and military law of the Great Wei State, the city gate will be closed, and no one will be allowed to open it lightly.

Even if these people arrived in Linguo County, they would not be able to enter the city.

I'm afraid it's not good to freeze in such a cold weather.

Therefore, the best place for these people to settle down is the ruined temple where they temporarily lived.

Chen Sheng opened the door, leaned on the edge of the door, and quietly waited until these passers-by came close before he spoke: "Everyone, but go to Linguo County?" At this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the city gate! ”

As soon as a few people passing by heard what he said, they all stopped.

Walking in front of the head were three men wearing robes and hats, all with blades on their bodies, looking like people in the rivers and lakes.

However, when he spoke very politely, the man in his early thirties led by him hugged Chen Sheng and said, "Dare to ask this brother, how many miles is there to Linguo County?" Can there be an inn or a rest in the market on the way? ”

Before Chen Sheng could answer, one of the farmers who were walking together with their burdens took over the conversation: "There are still dozens of miles to go!" It's snowing, and the road is not easy to walk, we go to Linguo County all year round to sell vegetables, and this road is very cooked! ”

With that, several people went straight into the temple gate with their burdens.

A few peasants laid their burdens behind the door, and some of them took out the straw mats they had brought with them and spread them on the ground, apparently spending the night in the ruined temple.

The three men glanced at each other, and a few dozen miles was not a problem for them.

But you can't catch up with the county access control, even if you go to the root of Linguo County, it's useless!

So, the three of them also entered the ruined temple.

Follow.

A pair of master and servant were dressed up, and the young man led by him was dressed as a scholar in a long shirt and scarf, but the young man next to him was a scholar with a book basket on his back and also entered the temple.

may have seen that Chen Sheng was also a scholar, and the young man also bowed to Chen Sheng.

The last person to enter the door was a Taoist priest in sloppy clothes and carrying a wine gourd on his back, who looked like he hadn't taken a bath for several years, and he was very shivering.

And all the people came in.

Chen Sheng was about to close the temple door, but suddenly saw in the distance, from the direction of Linguo County, a figure that looked small because of the distance walked over.

'Are you going to a neighboring county?' Thinking like this, Chen Sheng shouted and said, "Hey! That brother, this time is not enough! Take shelter from the snow in the temple tonight! ”

The figure paused, then increased its speed a lot, and hurried towards the ruined temple.

In the blink of an eye.

The distance between the two sides was a little closer, and Chen Sheng realized that this figure was not too far away at all, but a child of seven or eight years old.

Hiss——!

The other party was closer, but Chen Sheng took a breath in surprise.

Because he only found out at this time that this child was actually dressed in a pair of shorts and shorts, barefoot and walking in the snow! It's so cold, don't talk about children, how can a strong man walk in the wind and snow like this?

After seeing clearly that the other party's white hair was not caused by falling snow, but natural hair color, Chen Sheng suddenly wondered if the boy who was walking barefoot in the wind and snow could be the legendary snow demon?

This year lasted until the boy actually walked to the temple gate.

Looking at the other party's ice-blue pupils.

Chen Sheng silently removed the "will not" in his heart.

……

As soon as Luo Shen stepped into the ruined temple, he attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, he knew that in this world where he searched for the original book of "Liao Zhai" and the movie version of "A Chinese Ghost Story", his white-haired and blue-eyed setting was simply shouting to everyone: "Lao Tzu is a monster!" Lao Tzu is a monster! ”

But.

At this time, although the aborigines in the ruined temple looked surprised, they did not react much.

Luo Shen glanced at the crowd, silently walked to a pillar next to the fire, and sat down with his back against him.

He planned to observe the situation in the world before making plans.

Chen Sheng closed the temple door, and used a fallen Buddha head to press against the part between the two wooden doors, and the annoying 'clang' sound finally stopped.

By this time, the scholar had taken out a blanket from the basket and spread it on the ground, and as he sat down, he noticed the thick haystack beside the fire, the folded old quilt, the "bookcase" formed by a pair of broken wooden planks on several stacked bricks, the oil lamp made from the bottom of the broken bowl on top, and the thick stack of books that had been worn out......

The scholar seemed to understand something.

He said, "This brother Tai is also a scholar, right?" Shao Wenlin, a student in Xia Nanyang County, doesn't know his brother? ”

Chen Sheng hurriedly returned the salute and said: "I am from Guo County, my surname is Chen Mingsheng, and my name is Yanhui." ”

After that, he smiled bitterly and said: "It's just a poor scholar, and he doesn't even have any fame, how can he dare to talk about being a scholar?" ”

The two of you chatted word by word.

Chen Sheng suddenly found that the white-haired boy was staring intently at him and Shao Wenlin.

A delicate and beautiful little face that has no sense of horror.

But I don't know why.

Those ice-blue eyes made Chen Sheng feel some kind of chill.

He withdrew his eyes a little embarrassed, endured the discomfort and continued to chat with Shao Wenlin, to his relief, those ice blue eyes were quickly attracted by others.

By this time, everyone had already cleaned up.

The ruined temple was lively like never before.

The farmers exchanged the prices of the goods and the purchases of the goods, and the three people from the rivers and lakes said very little, just took out the dried meat and steamed buns and roasted them by the fire, and drank the water in the pot in small sips.

The firewood crackled in the fire.

For a while, this dilapidated temple had a bit of popularity and warmth.