Yu Moji shuddered.

The chill of the morning woke her up.

Yu Moji ran away in the dark before, and his physical strength couldn't support it, so he saw that there seemed to be no sound in this small temple, so he hid in. The surroundings were quiet, and she relaxed slightly, and soon fell asleep.

Now that it was dawn, she glanced out and figured that she hadn't slept long.

Her sensations became clear along with the pain—her limbs were sore, and a dull ache stretched from the back of her neck to her forehead.

She closed her eyes and pinched herself hard. Now is not the time to get sick.

Not far away came the sound of shuffling footsteps.

Yu Moji is a little unsure of what to do.

The temple was far away from where she lived, and the servants might not come here to look for her for a while. However, although the small temple is shabby, it does not look very dilapidated, and it is obviously taken care of.

There was no place to hide, so Yu Moji had no choice but to crawl behind the statues of the crooked gods and squatting, fighting his spirits and staring vigilantly at the door.

The person who came was a little old man like dry wood, thin and weak, with yellow skin and a face like an old tree. The little old man took a broom and bent down to clean it. The trail of water left by the place where Yu Moji had stayed before came into the eyes of the little old man.

The little old man looked around blankly, looked casually, and continued to wave his broom. He did things very carefully, even the ashes behind the statue had to be cleaned, and with a wave of the broom, he found the ink marks of the stunned soup chicken.

The little old man glanced at her, put the broom in his armpit, saw a non-standard salute, and said, "The little benefactor has come very early." ”

Yu Moji was very embarrassed, forced to calm down, and was about to explain, but he was choked by himself first, and coughed for a long time.

The little old man said, "I'll go and boil some water for you." With that, he took the broom and went out.

The little old man didn't seem to pursue Yu Moji's suspicious image of being a thief. Yu Moji was a little at a loss, so he had to crawl back to the front of the hall with his hands and feet, and stood silently.

She waited anxiously for a while, but she was so tired that she couldn't get her mind back from crumbling into sand.

However, Yu Moji has been competing with himself for many years, and he probably knows where his limits are. At this moment, she decided to save her strength first, and while the little old man was away, she relaxed for a while and looked around.

There were three small caves carved in front of her. In the middle hangs the plaque of "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable". The one on the left is where she was hiding, and inside are some dark figures, surrounded by an equally dark emperor, with the words "East Prison Temple" written on the top of their heads, which seems to be a group of ghosts; On the right is a man in white with a face as pale as paper, indistinguishable from a man and a woman, and on either side stands a pair of boys and girls, with the words "Great Altar of Compassion" written on the forehead.

She thought about it, and only then did she recognize that it might be the dragon girl, and the man in white might be Guanyin?

Anyway, they are all immortals of the Qi people.

In fact, no matter which way the gods are, Yu Moji doesn't believe it - if they really have spirits, why never give her mother who kneels day and night to pray for the gods and Buddhas?

She looked down the plaques and noticed a few faded and tattered paper lamps hanging overhead, written on the slips of paper hanging underneath. When she looked closely, it turned out to be a mixture of half-understood words and symbols.

The language of the Tusu people does not have a large and complex system like the Qi script, and the whole is more like a zigzag symbol—in fact, it is only used by the aristocracy, and there are many variations. After the Qi people took over this land, the aborigines of Aige had to deal with the Qi script, and gradually formed a way of writing with homophones to remember the Aige language, which evolved into a common dialect in this place.

When Yu Mochen was still studying in the academy, he followed the master from Qi and learned the proper and regular Qi script. So every time she sees these characters mixed up, it's a little funny.

She got bored of waiting, so she looked at the paper lamps and began to discern the contents of the note. As soon as she skimmed through it, she found that it was just some absurd prayer sentences, which she only felt were taken for granted and nonsense.

Why should the fate of man be entrusted to the gods and Buddhas?

But she was taken aback - she suddenly saw her own name. More than one place.

I don't know how long the paper lamps have been hanging on the roof, and many of them are already broken. Yu Moji caught a glimpse of a long pole in the corner, took it in his hand, and tiptoed it off to look fairly intact.

Her hands were still shaking. I don't know how many years of dust accumulated on the paper lamp, and it fell on her face.

She couldn't make out who had written the crooked handwriting, but she was almost certain that the paper lamp had been hung for herself.

The name "ink marks" was chosen by the master of the lecture hall, and the intention is somewhat special; Moreover, the word "trace" is unlucky, so it is rare.

Yu Mochen thought about it, and then took the paper lamp to find the little old man just now.

The little old man was pouring water in a room next to the side of the hall. Through the open door, the ink marks could see the bed and other household items. It seems that this is the house where the little old man lives by himself.

Yu Moji knocked on the door and went in, and asked where the paper lamp came from.

The little old man gave her a glass of water and said, "It's a woman from the Qi country, married to Mourning." It's been a long time since I've seen her, though. “

Yu Mojian's heart skipped a dull jump. She was so tired that she slowed down her startled reactions.

"That's what it says...... The name of a friend of mine," she asked in a hoarse voice, "dare to ask, what is this paper lamp hung for?" It looks like it's been a few years. ”

"A few years ago, when the incense was still flourishing, the woman would come to hang a lamp every time she was in Shangyuan, and she would come early to worship on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year on weekdays." The little old man glanced at the paper lamp and said, "Every time that woman comes, she repeats the same thing, saying that she has nothing to hope for in this life, and only asks the gods to bless her daughter to grow up safely and be free from illness and disaster in her life." Since it was written in the name of the little benefactor's friend, perhaps it was the friend's mother. ”

Yu Moji was silent for a long time before he said, "Your old man has a good memory." ”

The little old man said, "After all, she has repeated those words for many years. ”

Yu Moji asked again, "What is that woman's name?" What does it look like? ”

"She didn't leave her name." The little old man gestured and said, "It's about this height, and the person has always been very haggard, and there is a scar on the left side of his nose." ”

"It's possible," Yu Moji blinked quietly and said, "It's possible that it's indeed my mother." ”

The little old man glanced at her, led her back to the main hall, took out an old merit book, and said, "Every time your mother donates incense money, all she keeps is the name on the paper lamp." ”

Yu Moji took the merit book and did not answer.

She looked up at the row of clay sculptures in silence. The people who made the statues were very crudely handmade. Guanyin, who was standing beside all the fairies, looked no different from Hades, who was surrounded by a circle of imps, with the same straight eyebrows and eyes, stupid and hideous.

She was silent for a while before she said, "The incense money that my mother has donated over the years is enough for me to stay in your temple for one night?" Otherwise, it would be nice to give me a clean ......," she said, realizing that it was not right, and paused.

Although she doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, she still knows that she should restrain herself, "I also know that it is for the gods...... I-"

She suddenly didn't know how to continue. She had a few life-saving silver tickets in her arms, but the amount of those silver tickets was huge, and she was afraid that she would be in danger if she rashly took them out in this small temple that did not know the details.

She was so entangled, and suddenly realized that Ah Peng's performance had raised her heart defense by several layers.

The little old man was about to answer, when a group of people suddenly hurriedly walked into the main hall.

One of them was sweating profusely, and while fanning the wind, he said, "Girl, do you have any water here, can you bring us some water?" ”

Yu Mochen was stunned for a moment, and realized that this person regarded her as doing things in the temple.

She was at a loss, and the little old man took the conversation, "There was just a kettle of water boiling in the house, you go and get it, and find a change of clothes by the way." ”

Yu Mochen understood that the little old man had agreed to her previous request. She nodded hurriedly, and was about to go to the room where the little old man had been.

The group was lining up to worship God one by one, and in the middle a dark-skinned girl with thick eyebrows and big eyes heard them talking, turned her head to look at them, and exclaimed, "Ouch, how did you get this?" It's all soaking wet. ”

Yu Mozhen stopped, pulled his hair embarrassedly, and replied briefly, "It rained last night. ”

The girl was bored waiting, and she had nothing else to do, so she casually cared, "Why haven't you changed it now?" ”

Yu Moji said in his heart, it's too late to run, how can he have time to change clothes. She still had a reason in her mouth, and said, "It just so happens that the clothes have been washed, and they haven't dried." ”

"It rained yesterday until now, and your clothes are dry, and they must be very damp, and they must be uncomfortable to wear," the girl frowned, and said, "If you don't dislike it, I have a few here." ”

"Kalu," a young man who had just finished worshipping Guanyin turned his head and scolded, "don't meddle in your business. ”

"Don't lose your temper, sir, I didn't delay," said the girl named Karyu, "anyway, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and we can't continue to hurry, so we have to delay here for a while." Lend it to others in a hurry. As he spoke, Kalu looked back at Yu Moji, "Hey, this girl, if you don't want it?" ”

Yu Mojin also felt that this girl was too enthusiastic. However, it was really uncomfortable for her to be wrapped in wet clothes, so she had to nod, "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey." ”

Karud walked a few steps to the edge of the temple gate and began to rummage through the parcels that had been left there.

Only then did Yu Mojin notice that this group of people seemed to be going out of the house, and the package was extremely thick and strong, and they didn't know what was inside. As Kalu rummaged, the sound of gold and stone striking was constantly heard.

What kind of weapon is it? Yu Moji is almost a fugitive prisoner at this time, and he is extremely sensitive to the weapons of the government.

She pretended to be impassive on her face, glanced at it a few times, and suddenly saw that Kalu casually opened an artifact. It was shaped like a hoe, but the tip was sharp and thin, like a sharp blade with teeth.

Yu Mojian was sure that he had seen this style when he was looking through those old maps in the martial arts hall in the past.

She searched in her mind, and suddenly caught a little inspiration - this thing, isn't this a flying eagle pickaxe that can only be used in glaciers and snow-capped mountains?

By this time Karyu had turned his clothes out. Yu Mochen took it, thanked the other party, and said cautiously, "Dare to ask, where are you going with these big bags and small bags?" ”

She asked, while carefully glancing at the "head" with a cold and hard face, for fear that the other party would lose his temper and even scold her, a troubled stranger.

"Turn over the main peak of Chilu Mountain." Karyu replied very sharply.

The "leader" didn't pay any attention to her, but continued to worship God silently.

Yu Mojian, a person who does not believe in gods and Buddhas, rarely has a little impulse from joy at this moment, and almost kneels down to worship.

Here's her chance.