The May rain poured from the gray sky with the scent of flowers and earth.

Smack! Smack! Pounding on the ground.

On a mound a few hundred meters away to the west of Nanliang Village, I saw a young man in tattered clothes and sharp eyebrows like a sword half-squatting there, holding a sword and pestle on the ground with his right hand, covering his forehead with his left hand to block the drizzle, and a pair of bright eyes looked directly at Nanliang Village.

It wasn't until an angry roar came from inside the village that he got up and left in the rain.

......

On the muddy path of the Soul Temple, I felt the cold rain on my face and looked around at the fields around me.

Even though it's only May, some crops are already sprouting a finger of tall shoots.

Mo Fan recognized a few of them, including rice, corn, soybeans, etc.

In the past, when his parents were still around, he often went to work in the fields with his father.

The reputation says: "If you don't endure hardship, you will become a master." ”

Speaking of which, he hasn't been to the farmland for three years now to experience the joy of that kind of work, and he misses it a little bit, and he misses it a little.

I miss the good memories of the past, and I miss my parents who disappeared in the world outside the walls.

Looking at the field, the corners of my eyes were moist unconsciously, but fortunately there was rain to cover it, otherwise the villagers who came out to graze in their coats on the side of the road could see it.

Needless to say, it's another interesting incident after dinner.

Of course, he didn't have a pig-killing knife at his waist and a bloody knife on his back, but he was still seen by these villagers who came out to graze in the rain, muttering something.

Listening to the other party's conversation, Mo Fan grinned and smiled happily.

So much so that on the muddy path, I saw a few ants working in heavy rain, and I took great pains to pick up a few leaves, and made a leaf umbrella for them to cover the anthill.

Do good deeds without leaving a name.

In the drizzly morning, there has never been a moment for Mo Fan's heart to be so peaceful.

It was like a dream last night, the ghosts were living in legends, and the world was still the ordinary world he knew.

Men go to the field to farm, women raise silkworms and weave clothes for cooking, children graze and go to school, two old people play chess and a group of people surround them, pointing and scolding from time to time.

It's just that when the cold rain kept sliding down his cheeks, Mo Fan knew that the ordinary world that was once had become farther and farther away from him.

And the ghost world hidden in ordinary people is the life he faces.

So walk in the drizzle, tread the muddy paths, look at the green fields, and listen to the cries of birds flying in the rain to feed.

He especially cherished this time on the way back to the Soul Temple.

However, no matter how long the road is, there is a moment when it is exhausted, not to mention that the road back to the Soul Temple is very short.

Looking at the Soul Temple getting closer and closer, it was still so lonely.

There are no houses to keep them company, no trees to shelter them, and no birds and animals to sing and play them.

But when I saw it, a cordiality was born from the heart, and the smell of home came to my nose violently.

As the old saying goes, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as his own nest, and the soul temple that others talk about changing color is now his only reliance.

The morning rain gradually became heavier, the muddy path was no longer sticky, and a pair of black canvas shoes became water shoes.

Looking back behind him, the herdsmen in cloak led the cattle and horses back, and the birds flying in the rain to feed were gone.

Mo Fan was a little worried about the ants under the leaf umbrella, and he was afraid that their anthills would be washed away by the rain.

So he frowned, turned his head and quickened his pace, and hurried back towards the nearby Soul Temple.

......

Tick! Tick!

The rain flowed down from the eaves of the main hall of the Soul Temple, and it regularly knocked on the red paper umbrella embroidered with cherries under the eaves.

In the growing morning rain, Mo Fan, who was hiding under the eaves of the main hall of the Soul Temple to take shelter from the rain, looked at the two women who were almost in their early twenties who walked out of the main hall, and his face subconsciously showed a trace of astonishment.

In fact, he originally wanted to go back to the back wing of the main hall first, but after seeing these two women, he couldn't help but change his direction and came to the front of the main hall.

In this morning rain, there will be two good-looking women who come here to pray for blessings and incense, which is an indescribable strangeness.

I wanted to come forward and ask, but the woman who was dressed in red and decorated with plum blossoms, shoulder-length black short hair, eyebrows like sword eyes, and a whirlpool umbrella on her face walked out of the main hall first, looking like she was not allowed to enter, and it was very cold, so Mo Fan dispelled the thought in his heart.

Curiosity kills the cat, and besides, someone comes to incense the soul temple, which is a good thing,

It is rude to ask people rashly.

That's it, the time is in the gray sky, the rain is dripping, ticking! Under the ticking umbrella, I inadvertently walked by for a few minutes.

And in this time, Mo Fan's brain turned a thousand times and thought about it a lot.

Thinking of what happened in the past few days after coming to the Soul Temple, thinking of the unjust souls killed with his own hands, thinking of the experience of Nanliang Village last night, and thinking of hiding on a mound a few hundred meters outside Nanliang Village, seeing Li Shan's preoccupied look when he came back, and the angry roar after returning to Nanliang Village, all made him a little trance.

In the end, after thinking about it, my heart returned to the two women who came to the Soul Temple to offer incense, and I didn't understand why the other two came to the Soul Temple in the rain early in the morning.

and their dressing, which is also different from ordinary women.

Especially the red paper umbrella embroidered with cherries, it always feels like a living thing.

But when he thought about it, he clasped his hands around his chest, and his eyes were calm looking at the world in the rain.

is different from Mo Fan's strong and calm, under the eaves, a woman with an umbrella and a red plum blossom adorned, her eyes are really calm and clear, and of course she is very good-looking.

Her eyes were also looking at the distant world in the rain, and she was also looking at the distant world.

For Mo Fan, who was standing aside, he didn't look at it from beginning to end, and he didn't plan to take a look.

It may not be interested, or it may not be worth it.

For the world in the distance in the rain is indeed beautiful, with the green shoots of dead wood growing in spring, the seeds that break through the soil and sprout hairy tips, the chicks that open their mouths and scream, and the crow she hates, and the woman who cries so much.

So she left the main hall with an umbrella and walked towards the world in the distance in the rain.

"Hey...... Mo Fan stretched out his right hand and looked at the red-clothed short-haired woman who suddenly walked into the rain, wanting to say something.

But at this moment, a woman in green clothes with long hair hanging down her waist in the main hall, after seeing the woman in red leaving, hurriedly held up a blue paper umbrella embroidered with plum blossoms, and shouted to the woman in red.

"Yuting."

Then, ignoring the muddy puddles on the ground, he strode after them.

"Yuting ......" Looking at the woman in red walking in the morning rain, Mo Fan frowned and said softly.

Then he got up and planned to enter the main hall and put on a few incense sticks, and by the way, see what changes have been made in the four incense sticks.

However, just as he was about to step into the main hall, his face suddenly changed, and the whole person was stunned in place.

Because he saw the four incense sticks under the soul image, he was bending his body at this moment, lighting the incense and giving something.

Seeing this strange scene, cold sweat flowed down Mo Fan's cheeks like a waterfall.

When I looked into the rain, there were still the two women.