From Luoxia City to Pingcheng City, the straight-line distance is about 400 kilometers, it takes 13 hours to drive, if you take the high-speed, pass through Ulan Bu City, detour to Zhangjia City, and then go to Pingcheng City can save about five hours.

Wei Guoqiang wanted to take the highway before, but when he saw the long queue of cars in front of the Luowu Expressway toll station and the group of zombies wandering back and forth between the cars, he decisively chose to give up the highway and divert to National Highway 208.

Fortunately, National Highway 208 is quite smooth, only a few places are slightly congested, and a few people got out of the car and pushed away a few zombies when they stopped the car, all of which were easily resolved by Dust Creek.

Stop-and-go along the way, coupled with the snow on the road, some mountain roads can only run with snow chains, and the speed of the car has not been raised.

Ten hours passed, and less than a third of the way was walked.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the group began to look for a place to stay tonight on the road.

Towns and villages with many people, they dare not venture anymore.

On the way here, they passed by several small towns and villages, and the groups of zombies that rushed out of the roar made them still have lingering palpitations.

As a result, the focus was on the small houses scattered along the national highway.

However, my luck was not good, and I didn't even see a similar house after walking for more than half an hour.

By nightfall, the group had given up looking for a dwelling and began to prepare for the night, when a small temple appeared in front of everyone.

Xu Qingyang hurriedly searched carefully on the map, but found that there was no mark on the map for this small temple at all.

Just when Wei Guoqiang slowed down and was about to discuss with everyone, Chenxi's voice rang out: "Come in, it should be fine." ”

This time, Wei Guoqiang did not hesitate, stepped on the accelerator, got off the national highway, followed a sheep intestine path, and drove the car all the way to the temple gate.

The bullet was loaded, the safety was opened, Xu Qingyang took Zhang Lin, Wu Dabin and Wei Guoqiang to get out of the car in an orderly manner, and Chenxi, Qiao Xin'er, Li Aijia's mother and son, and Li Shunhe followed behind them one after another.

Xu Qingyang turned on the flashlight and looked at the slightly old temple gate, and it was clear that the incense in this temple was not very strong on weekdays.

The flashlight swept upwards, and there was an old-fashioned wooden plaque hanging on the temple door, on which the three big characters of "Tianmu Temple" were written.

Out of caution, Xu Qingyang gestured, knocked on the door of the temple, and then listened carefully to the movement in the courtyard.

If there is nothing going on in the temple, someone should come to check it out.

If there is something in the temple, it should be zombies that come out, as long as there are not many of them, Xu Qingyang still plans to deal with them, and then rest in this temple for a night.

After all, people are not made of iron, and they haven't had a good rest these days.

After a long time, there was no movement, Xu Qingyang thought about it, and decided to push open the temple door, but found that the temple door had been firmly locked.

Just as he was thinking about whether to climb over the wall, a male voice suddenly came from inside the door: "Who?" ”

Everyone was shocked, it was actually a living person!

Xu Qingyang glanced at everyone and hurriedly replied: "We are from Luoxia City, and we want to spend one night in your temple, master, don't worry, we are not infected." ”

After a while, the male voice sounded again: "Are you sure?" How many of you? ”

"Sure, there are nine of us, five boys, two women, and two children, and none of them have been bitten." Xu Qingyang replied.

There was silence in the temple gate again, and after a long time, he spoke again: "Male donors can come in, Master said that this temple does not leave female donors overnight." ”

"No, master, now human life is at stake, my Buddha is merciful, you just let us all go in, what kind of men and women are there at this time." Wu Dabin was in a hurry, when did he pay attention to these rules.

The door fell silent again, and there was no speech for a long time.

Chenxi took off her backpack and took a stack of thick banknotes from her bag, which she brought from home that day, and she couldn't be clearer about the little monk's problem.

Everyone looked at the banknotes held by Chenxi and were very puzzled, when did this happen, and the banknotes could still work?

Dusty Creek didn't speak, just took two steps forward and gently shoved the money through the crack in the door.

"Little master, here is 20,000 yuan, which should be regarded as the incense money we donated." Dusty Creek said to the inside of the door.

……

With a "squeak", the temple door opened.

"Donors, please come in." A little monk who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old appeared in front of everyone, smiling, clasping his hands, and said to everyone.

"I'll go, it really works, I didn't have to talk so much nonsense if I knew it." Wu Dabin smiled and whispered to Wei Guoqiang next to him.

A group of mermaids entered, and the little monk re-locked the door, set up a wooden stick, and made sure that it was safe, and then took everyone to the courtyard with a flashlight.

The courtyard was pitch black, and it was no longer possible to distinguish between the Buddha hall and the main hall, and the little monk led everyone through the corridor and went straight to the side room.

On the way, Xu Qingyang listened carefully, but he didn't hear any sound, and he didn't see any other monks, so he asked the little monk: "Little master, why don't you see the rest of your temple?" ”

The little monk replied politely as he walked: "There is no one else in the temple, only me and my master." ”

"What about the master?"

"Master has already slept, it's just one night, and Master shouldn't have an opinion." The little monk replied.

"Oh, what do you call the little master?"

"Little monk's number, Xuan Ning."

……

The candle was lit, and the red flame was imprinted in the eyes of the little monk Xuan Ning, making his expression look a little weird.

"This is the largest wing of the temple, and no one usually lives in it, but it is just a temporary resting place for the pilgrims who rush to the next morning on Chinese New Year's Eve, so you will stay here for one night." The little monk Xuan Ning said to everyone.

After making eye contact with Chenxi and Li Aijia, he added: "If the female donor is inconvenient, she can stay in the small room next door for one night. ”

Everyone looked at the bed in front of them, just a slightly larger mud kang head, which could sleep about a dozen people horizontally.

But no matter how muddy the kang head is, it is a hundred times better than the cold water tower on the rooftop, so everyone happily climbed onto the kang head and lay down comfortably.

Seeing everyone's performance like this, Xu Qingyang took the initiative to take the responsibility of the first vigil.

Li Aijia dared to go to live in the wing next door, although she could pull Chenxi with her, she still didn't feel very relieved, so she pulled her son to sleep in the middle of the kang.

Seeing that the matter was done, Xuan Ning was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Dusty Creek.

"I want to meet your master." Chenxi looked at the little monk Xuanning and said bluntly.

Xuan Ning glanced at Chenxi, he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his puberty, his face flushed, he lowered his head and said, "Master has already fallen asleep, so it's inconvenient to disturb." ”

Chenxi looked at Xuan Ning's face and always felt that something was wrong, so he touched a stack of banknotes from his bag again, this time there were about a thousand yuan, and handed it to Xuan Ning.

"Is this okay?" Dusty Creek asked, squinting.