Although his head still ached faintly, the strong physique trained by his years of career in the police academy played a key role at this moment, making Yang Yi run for more than an hour without feeling tired, and naturally left behind those green battalion soldiers who were strong and weak in training.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the wind was mixed with snow flakes, blowing Yang Yi couldn't open his eyes, in the night, he felt that he was running higher and higher, when he finally couldn't hear the ghost cries of the soldiers behind him, and he could stop and look around, only to find that he was in the middle of a stone mountain by mistake.

The mountain is very steep, surrounded by sparse vegetation and sparse vegetation, and full of craggy rocks like dogs' teeth, making the whole mountain look hideous and terrifying.

Looking up, Yang Yi seemed to see a little light that represented warmth and human traffic in the wind and snow, Yang Yi couldn't believe that he who had been unlucky to the limit would have such good luck, so he wiped his eyes and looked carefully again, in front of a leeward mountain wall, there was indeed a building that was not too big, and a little light like a bean emanated from the building, like a guiding lighthouse standing in the raging sea of huge waves.

Yang Yi was overjoyed in his heart, and even felt that his eyes were a little moist, not because he had found a place to live temporarily on this snowy night, but because he felt more that a trace of the dawn of transfer appeared in front of him, so he stepped up his pace and ran in the direction of the light.

In the future, Yang Yi asked himself countless times if he knew that the seemingly hopeful light in front of him was purely the big hole dug by the old liar who had worried him all his life, would he still throw himself into the net, and in the end, he had to admit that he would, because that old liar was so charming, he had to accept his fate.

The topic turned back, and said that Yang Yi slipped under his feet and walked to the front of the building in a head-to-head manner, and saw an ancient building with vermilion walls and a four-sided slope on the roof.

Yang Yi is excited, he still knows a little about this city god, that is the magistrate in charge of the underworld, and his subordinates are in charge of the civil and military judges, the great gods of each division, General Ganliu, General Fan Xie, General Niu Ma, day and night wandering gods, general shackles and other yin gods, and they are also somewhat famous in the Three Realms.

It's just that this city god, as a kind of local guardian god in Taoism, is not built in the city but on the mountain, which makes him feel a little incomprehensible, but Yang Yi, who has been wet with snowflakes, did not hesitate, directly pushed open the hidden wooden door, and walked in.

In the middle of the temple is enshrined a statue of a black-faced and bearded god wearing yellow satin, which must be the city god. There was a stone lamp on the offering table in front of him, it seemed that the light that led him to come was emitted by it, maybe he was too tired, maybe he hadn't woken up from the huge shock of the crossing, Yang Yi didn't think about it, how could the faint light of a stone lamp that was so small that a fart could overturn it penetrate the wall and the night, and let himself see it so skillfully.

Yang Yi took his eyes off the stone lamp, wanting to see if there were other offerings on the table to fill his stomach, this look, Yang Yi almost didn't spray rice, yes, there was actually a chicken skeleton on the table that was gnawed clean, and the rat had to walk away with tears in his eyes when he saw it, and a tin wine jug that also did not leave a drop of residual wine.

Looking at Bai Sensen's chicken skeleton that didn't even leave a trace of meat, Yang Yi stuck out his tongue, whose masterpiece is this, can make a chicken gossip (Northeast dialect: gnaw) like this, how hungry does this person have to be to be so ruthless.

At first, Yang Yi thought that the wind outside blew open the temple door, and then looked, damn it, there was a white miserable hand stretched out from under the cloak, and let out a long infiltrating cry: "Ah~~~babble~~~Hey~~~~ I'm grass!" ”

Immediately afterwards, I saw the cloak on the Chenghuang Ye brush and fall, and at the same time, with a puff of smoke and dust rising from behind the statue of the Chenghuang God, a white figure rolled down from the statue to the ground, and his mouth was still vaguely scolding the eight generations of the ancestors and other swear words.

Yang Yi was startled, dodged and pulled out his gun, and shouted loudly: "Don't move, hold your head in both hands, and untie your trouser belt, quickly!" ”

"Untie your belt, what the do you mean, do you have Longyang's good?" The white shadow grinned and got up from the ground, looked at Yang Yi drunkenly, and smiled very obscenely.

Only then did Yang Yi see clearly that the white shadow of daring was an old man who was about fifty years old, with so many folds on his face that he could squeeze flies to death with a smile, and his body was as thin as a 2b pencil, and he was naked, revealing the seven inches of bad things under the umbilicus.

I said, "Looking at the shameless old man in front of him, Yang Yi didn't know if he was the temple of the City God Temple or what, and he was a foreign resident, so he couldn't be reckless, but he couldn't help frowning, "What, you take off your clothes first, no, you put on your clothes first, it's too unsightly, I'll go." ”

"You junior disturbed the good dreams of this real person, and you dare to dance a knife and a gun in front of me, you really don't know how to be polite......" The old man was robbed by Yang Yi for a few words, and he was not angry, his mouth was nagging, and he began to look for his clothes all over the ground.

The old man scooped up a coarse cloth shirt covered with suspicious stains from the ground and put it on his head, but after some struggle, he couldn't put it on his head, so he couldn't help but be anxious: "You kid don't just pay the bill there, but come and help me." ”

Yang Yi put the gun on again, walked over to take a look, and almost didn't hold back the internal injuries: "How much have you drunk, the things below are not put on top, and the pants you are holding are good!" ”

"Huh? Ah," the old man glanced at the shorts in his hand, not embarrassed at all, "Damn, I said why did you work so hard, the big and small heads were reversed, hehe"

"Your tank top and pants can't be made into two colors, so it's easy to tell them apart." Yang Yi kindly reminded.

"Hey, my pants were originally made of snow-white solid veil, but I wore them for a long time, and then the color and gown were a little indistinguishable......" The old man looked at Yang Yi and explained eloquently.

"Oops, hey," looking at the dirty shorts, Yang Yi was so disgusted that he couldn't care about the difference between the host and the guest, and shouted directly: "Okay, okay, don't say it, and then the big mouth will call (Northeast dialect: fan) past, believe it or not." ”

The old man glanced at Yang Yi narrowly, put on his jacket and shorts with a wicked smile, and then put on a robe with a green lotus flower on his chest, yes, it was really a robe.

"You're a Taoist?" Yang Yi was stunned, glanced at the chicken skeleton and tin wine jug on the table, and couldn't help asking, "Then why do you still eat meat and drink wine?" ”

"Who says that a priest can't drink wine and eat meat?" The old man rolled his eyes, pouted his lips very pretendedly, and said unashamedly: "The Taoist priest also distinguishes between the Taoist priest and the fire Taoist priest, besides, how can the real person be beyond the reach of those stupid people, naturally you can drink wine and blow meat, this is also a kind of practice, understand?" ”

Yang Yi shook his head helplessly, like this kind of charlatan who goes around swaggering and deceiving under the sign of Buddhism, he has seen a lot in the society that belongs to him, and from time to time in the public security detention center, a group of scum such as the Great Immortal Divine Doctor and Mage will be imprisoned, and Yang Yi can't be clear about their tricks and tricks.

Seeing Yang Yi's sarcastic smile on his face, the old Taoist priest who was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood seemed calm, and smiled slightly: "Boy, see that your clothes are wet, bake the fire, go, find some dry firewood." ”

As soon as the old man said this, Yang Yi suddenly felt that his body was wet and uncomfortable, and his teeth began to drum up and down, so he walked around the temple a few times, and really found some broken window lattices and other firewood, so he gathered a pile in front of the statue, and then realized that he had no tools to make a fire.

"What's the matter, is it possible to use that oil lamp?" Yang Yi looked at Lao Dao and asked a little depressedly.

Lao Dao smiled very much, opened his right hand and pointed to the pile of firewood, and there were words in his mouth, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a fire dragon shoot directly from Lao Dao's palm to the firewood, and the firewood immediately burned.

Yang Yi was taken aback by Lao Daolu's hand, but after thinking about it, it must have been Lao Dao who had hidden flammable materials such as sulfur saltpeter in his wide Dao robe in advance, and then used some kind of trick to deceive those people, but he was a policeman from the 21st century who was prosperous in science and technology, how could he be deceived by his tricks.

Seeing that Yang Yi was stunned at first, and soon his face turned disdainful, Lao Dao only couldn't see it, and stretched out his hand to beckon Yang Yi to take off his clothes and roast the fire.

While roasting the fire, seeing that Yang Yi's body began to tremble slightly, Lao Dao thought for a while, reached out and took out a wine gourd from the sleeve of his robe, shook it, and handed it to Yang Yidao: "Drink some wine to drive away the cold in your body." ”

Yang Yi saw that the wine gourd was full of greasy, and he couldn't see his true colors, so he didn't have the heart to take it, how could the cold air continue to invade his body, gritted his teeth, took the gourd, and then closed his eyes and held his breath, and poured a mouthful into his mouth, he felt a hot liquid along the mouth and esophagus directly into the stomach, and then he was choked and coughed.

However, when this discomfort subsided, Yang Yi felt that every pore around his body was opened, and that feeling of ease and beauty had never been experienced, and he couldn't help but look at Lao Dao and ask: "What kind of wine is this, it's so refreshing, hehe"

Seeing that Yang Yi had adapted to alcohol so quickly, Lao Dao's eyes flashed with complex expressions such as surprise, relief, expectation, anger, regret, and heaviness, and his facial expression was also uncertain.

It wasn't until he heard Yang Yi's question that Lao Dao regained his previous drunken appearance, and laughed: "It's good to stop tasting this wine, and don't drink too much, by the way, it's not cold, right?" ”

Yang Yi moved his body, bared his teeth and smiled: "Not only is it not cold, but my waist is not sore, my legs are not painful, and I can go up to the sixth floor in one breath, oh yes!" ”

However, within a minute of the end, Yang Yi yawned, and then fell to the ground, sounding sweet snoring.

"After a big sip and still survived, you are really talented, no wonder those bastards chose you...... Hey, sleep, child, your ordeal has just begun" Looking at Yang Yi who was sleeping soundly on the ground, the old Taoist sighed, took off his robe and covered his body, and he lifted the wine gourd and walked to the door of the temple gate, looking at the heavy snow outside the door, sipping the wine in the gourd one by one, with a lonely and lonely expression.