In winter, it gets dark very quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the light dimmed, and the snowy night outside seemed to get a little bigger, whining across the roof, making it seem as if something was hovering around the ruined temple.

Chen Sheng and Shao Wenlin, the two scholars, have been chatting, from the subset of classics and history to the political affairs of the court, Luo Shen listened quietly on the side.

Apparently these two readers knew more than a few farmer's trivial conversations.

Gradually, it was more than halfway through the day.

In modern times, it is generally seven or eight o'clock at night.

Because it was winter, it had become completely dark outside, and when you looked out through the crack in the door, it was even darker, and only the nearby snow reflected the bright moon in the sky, and you could see it a little more clearly.

"It's not early, let's rest early." At this time, Shao Wenlin, who had been on the road for a day, seemed to be tired and ended the topic, and arched his hand to Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng, who was chatting about it, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "It's Xiaosheng that I didn't think about it well, and I forgot that Brother Tai had been on the road for a day, and Brother Shao asked me to rest." Xiao Sheng took care of the fire for a while and went to sleep! ”

After a cup of tea.

Shao Wenlin had already fallen asleep on the blanket, and his little scholar was also curled up on the blanket, leaning back against the pillar behind him, his head little by little, as if he was dozing.

Chen Sheng looked around the temple.

I saw that the peasants were already lying side by side under the offering table, and their feet were asleep against the fire.

The three quacks leaned on either side of another pillar, two of them resting on their scabbards, while the other held their weapons in their arms, leaning their backs against the pillar motionless, because of the relationship between the hat and the shadow, it was impossible to tell whether the man was sitting still or had fallen asleep.

Look at it again.

Chen Sheng was stunned for a moment, and saw that there were two people in the ruined temple who had not slept in addition to himself.

One is the blue-eyed boy with strange hair, at this time Chen Sheng turned his head to look, but he saw him looking at him with burning eyes, which was quite weird.

And the other person is the sloppy Taoist priest.

I saw him leaning against the fire, sitting cross-legged, with a peachwood sword lying across his lap, and a gourd at his feet.

The sloppy Taoist priest was staring at the white-haired boy at this time.

There seemed to be some jealousy in his expression.

At this time, seeing that everyone was asleep, the old Taoist priest stared at Luo Shen and said, "Xiaoyou is human? ”

Roshen smiled.

The blue-white eyes looked at each other: "Does the Taoist priest have supernatural powers?" ”

See the white-haired boy say this.

The Taoist priest's hands rubbed on the peachwood sword for a moment, and said: "I don't dare to have magical powers, I have learned some of the spells of subduing demons and subduing demons." ”

Luo Shen's face showed an expression of interest.

"I haven't seen the magic of a Taoist priest yet, can I perform one or two?"

The Taoist priest's face was cold: "I am a faction in Shushan, and the purpose of cultivating the law and practicing the sword is to subdue the demons and subdue the demons, and to clear the Yuyu...... If there is a demon who is haunting, I will naturally let the little friends see one or two. ”

Looking at the strange conversation between the two of them playing dumb riddles, Chen Sheng couldn't help but interject: "Zi is silent, and the strange power is confused. ”

The Taoist priest squinted at Chen Sheng, sneered, and said, "What does the stupid scholar know?" ”

"You!" Chen was angry, and just as he was about to open his mouth to fight back, he saw the Taoist priest stretch and lie down: "Sleep!" Sleep! ”

Chen Sheng couldn't help but feel as if he had punched him in the air.

However, disturbing people's sleep is not good.

Chen Sheng looked at the other people who were already asleep, and finally swallowed the words in his mouth, picked up a book and just opened it, but only heard the old Taoist priest suddenly say this sentence without a beginning or an end-

"Barren mountains and mountains, broken temples and godless, beware of evil spirits, don't sleep to death!"

Chen Sheng glanced at the old Taoist priest's back a little strangely.

Seeing that he didn't continue, his attention returned to the book in his hand.

The county test will begin in the spring of next year.

After passing the exam, you can get the salary of the Great Wei State if you get the fame of Xiucai, and then you can ascend to the sky in one step and shine on the lintel if you take the next test.

This is also the only way for Chen Sheng, who has been in the middle of his family in recent years, and has even sold his ancestral house to pay off his debts, and he has lived in a broken temple.

As the so-called useless is a scholar.

Scholars who have "ignored the things outside the window since they were young, and only read the books of sages and sages" are weak and cannot gain fame, so what can they do?

The sound of reading sounded in the ruined temple.

Chen Sheng watched very slowly.

Although he had read these books no less than ten or a hundred times, he still read them very carefully, and he had to stop and think about them every now and then.

If something is put on the test paper, how should I answer it?

In a blink of an eye, it was the third watch.

Chen Sheng, who was really sleepy, closed the book and put it away, looking at the fire that had only some remnants left, Chen Sheng took out a few dry firewood from the woodpile that had been chopped early on the side and put them on.

After doing all this, Chen Sheng lay down on the haystack, closed his eyes, and fell asleep immediately in a very sleepy situation.

However, at this very moment.

For some reason, the scenes of a few nights suddenly flashed in Chen Sheng's mind......

A strange white-haired boy with white hair and blue eyes who walks barefoot in the snow.

The inexplicable conversation between the sloppy Taoist priest and the white-haired boy......

Barren mountains and mountains, broken temples and godless, beware of evil spirits, don't sleep to death!

Barren mountains and mountains, broken temples and godless, beware of evil spirits, don't sleep to death!

Barren mountains and mountains, broken temples and godless, beware of evil spirits, don't sleep to death!

The old Taoist priest's words before going to bed echoed in Chen Sheng's mind.

Chen Sheng was shocked!

Quietly turned around and looked in the direction of the white-haired boy—

At some point, the white-haired boy had fallen asleep leaning against the pillar!

"Whew......" Chen Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to turn around and continue sleeping, but suddenly felt that something was wrong!?

When he looked closely, he found a scene that gave him goosebumps!

It was right there that he was facing him, in the crack of the temple door...... One eye is quietly looking into the temple!

Chen Sheng was terrified at this moment!

Who?!

Who would stand outside the broken temple door and peek in the middle of the winter night?!

People in a hurry?

No! No! No!

This time...... No matter which direction the pedestrian is coming from, it is absolutely impossible to get to this position at this time! Because no matter how you go, this time is calculated, and it will be late at night when this person sets off!

Chen Sheng pressed back his fear.

But it wasn't because of the famous sayings and aphorisms taught by some sage, but because he suddenly remembered the ghost stories in the countryside folk customs that his grandmother told him when he was a child......

No matter what story you are in, demons and monsters are afraid of people.

At least for many people.

At this time, there were many people in this ruined temple—four farmers who would gather tomorrow morning, three people from the rivers and lakes, a sloppy Taoist priest, and their own ......

Perhaps, maybe that white-haired kid can be counted as one!

Whatever it is, I don't dare to come in, right?

Thinking so.

But the temple door was suddenly pushed.

Bang——!

There was a soft sound, but it hit the head of the Buddha that Chen Sheng used to hold the temple gate.