The sun was walking leisurely in the sky, and at this time, it was walking a little westerly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This made Wang Miao behind him, there was a small shadow, it should still be spring, the sun is not so poisonous, and it can barely be bearable.

Wang Miao looked around, the surroundings were desolate, there was no shop in front of the village, and there was no one in sight.

After watching for a while, he began to check the items on his body, which was a lot, and after thinking about it, he tore off a corner of oiled paper, scattered the life-threatening and antidote, and wrapped two small bags and hid them on his body, so that he could rest assured.

Always feeling a little weird, Wang Miao walked to the puddle on the side of the road and observed himself through the reflection in the water.

His face has not changed, what should he be or what it should be, but he has an ugly bun on his head, and he is wearing a short linen dress of the ancients. Wang Miao smiled, didn't care, raised her head to identify the direction, and walked to the west.

After walking for a while, I didn't feel tired, and after running for a while, I found that my speed and endurance were much stronger than before.

"That's the thief's bonus attribute? It's not bad, but I'm a little shorter now, so I have to get used to it. ”

Wang Miao walked and jogged, feeling the changes in himself, and was enjoying this thief attribute, which brought him a different feeling.

In the sky, a thunderclap sounded, and in the low sky, thick dark clouds quickly condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just now, Mr. Sun, who was still leisurely and proud, saw that the big thing was not good, and he ran away without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, a torrential downpour poured down, and suddenly, the whole world was enveloped in this boundless torrential rain.

"Isn't it just that a thief was chosen, and as for having such a big temper, it still indicates that something bad will happen?" Wang Miao frowned.

He had no rain gear on him, so he could only cover his head and cover his face and run forward in embarrassment, but fortunately, after the rainstorm fell for a while, the rain was a little lighter, and he could only endure it, but he couldn't see that the rain had stopped.

Wang Miao ran in the rain for an unknown amount of time, just when he was exhausted and wanted to find a place to hide, through the hazy rain and fog, he vaguely saw that there was a firelight, beating in the air far away.

Follow the firelight and look for it, and when you get closer, you find that this should be the location of the target.

A dilapidated Taoist temple sits halfway up the mountain.

The gate and plaque have long been unknown, and several Tianzun on the main hall are also staggering, missing arms and legs, and the crippled Tianzun glared at the group of people in front of them, probably blaming these people for not respecting the gods, and not giving them tribute incense, so that they can feel the beauty of the world again.

This group of disrespectful people were talking and laughing, sitting around two fires, scattered on the overgrown stone brick floor, with a sedan chair parked at the door, a big green horse tied to it, and one of them was holding a dry cloth and wiping the rain from the horse's body.

Wang Miao was soaked, dripping with rain, and entered the Taoist temple in embarrassment.

When I came in, I looked closely, and there were five people in the two fires, far away in a corner against the wall, and there was a person huddled up, with his face facing the wall, dressed in tatters, and looking like a beggar.

The five people at the fire were easily recognizable, and in one of the fires, only a man and a woman were sitting.

The man is white and chubby, should be middle-aged or above, wearing a vermilion robe embroidered with the shape of a large round money, wearing a staff hat, pedal-feuille boots, and a jade pendant on his waist, which is rich and compelling.

Needless to say, this must be the good man of Hu Da.

The charming and beautiful lady next to her, about twenty, wearing an emerald green Luo dress and a pleated skirt with a corset and mopping the floor, should be his beautiful concubine Peony.

The other three, plus the one who wiped the big green horse, were all wearing blue and gray suits, dressed as guards, naturally they were the four guards of Zhao Qian, Sun and Li, as for which was his internal response, Wang Miao didn't know, so he could only take his time and act while watching.

"Heroes, brothers visit relatives, encounter this heavy rain halfway, leave in a hurry, did not carry rain gear, drenched in the rain, find here, I hope you heroes make it convenient, so that brothers can bake a fire here, shelter from the rain. ”

When Wang Miao stepped into the gate, the three guards sitting on the ground instantly grabbed the saber beside him.

When he saw that Wang Miao was alone and did not carry any conspicuous weapons, he relaxed his nervous expression slightly, but the saber in his hand was still tightly held, and it seemed that if something was wrong, he would draw his sword and face each other.

A guard wanted to stand up and speak, but Hu Dashan waved his hand, "It's okay, it's not easy to go out, just let the little brother take shelter from the rain here." ”

Wang Miao hurriedly thanked him, but he was also interested, so he didn't come to these people, found some broken doors and windows, and threw them next to the person who was suspected of being a beggar.

The beggar was startled, turned his face, Wang Miao saw his face, this person is very old, unkempt and beggar-faced, his face is dirty and knotted, and he doesn't clean it up, seeing Wang Miao looking at him, he turned his head to face the wall again.

Wang Miao ignored him, squatted down, and took out the fire fold to light the fire.

This fire fold was wrapped in oiled paper and placed in his arms, not rained, and should still be able to fight.

Wang Miao deliberately turned his back, picked up the fire fold, poked it on his wet clothes, and the paper was naturally extinguished, pretending to blow for a long time, turned around, and said helplessly to the three guards,

"Brother was drenched in the rain just now, and the fire can't be hit, can you borrow a fire?"

Although the three guards put down their knives, they kept watching Wang Miao's every move, and when they saw him make a request, several of them glanced at each other, and one of them took out a piece of wood from the fire and threw it at his feet.

Wang Miao paid attention to the man who threw the wood, but he was not in a hurry to start a fire, but picked up a piece of wood and knocked on the beggar.

The beggar was not calm now, and turned his head to look at Wang Miao in horror, Wang Miao picked up the wooden stick with the flame under his feet and threw it next to the beggar,

"Get up and make a fire and roast, don't catch a cold. ”

The beggar didn't speak, silently picked up the fire stick, and started the fire with Wang Miao, Wang Miaozai carefully observed the beggar, including every detail of the action.

After watching it for a long time, I didn't know whether I was happy or disappointed, so I sighed, took off my coat and started to roast the fire.

But I heard a nice female voice over there, and she "smacked" softly, and Wang Miao didn't need to look back to know that it was the beautiful concubine Peony Yao'er.

Wang Miaocai didn't bother to pay attention to her, thinking, "The leftover shorts that didn't take off are considered respectful of you, who let you look at it?"

Probably didn't see anything wrong with Wang Miao, this group of people gradually relaxed, and whispers began to sound in the dilapidated Sanqing Palace, mixed with a few loud laughter of the guards, it seemed that the good man Hu told a joke, which caused bursts of laughter from everyone.

Wang Miao turned her head and saw that the peony was also covering her sleeves and chuckling.

When the peony saw that Wang Miao was looking at her, her face suddenly turned cold, she put down her sleeves, glanced at him, and turned her face away, full of disdain.

Wang Miao was bored, and just wanted to turn around, but saw Peony'er's mouth open slightly, and let out an "ah" sound, and then Hu Dashan and the guards stood up.

"It turned out to be Master Juekong, I didn't go to the temple to burn incense and make a vow for some days, but I didn't expect to meet here today, this is too coincidental, why did Master go out today?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk went down the mountain today, to do a Dharma for a good person, the Dharma is done, then go back to the temple, did not think that the road encountered this heavy rain, helpless, saw the fire here, I thought it should be a place to shelter from the rain, but I met you here, it is really a coincidence, there is fate, there is fate, good, good. ”

"You're a big-headed ghost. Wang Miao said secretly in her heart, looking at this great monk who was saluting and was called Juekong by Hu Dashan, and couldn't help but praise secretly.

The great monk seems to be about the same age as Wang Miao, but he is tall, dignified, handsome and chic, although he is dressed in a moon-white monk's robe and a burden tied obliquely behind him, soaked by the rain, but he is not embarrassed at all, and there is a string of red sandalwood Buddha beads hanging on his chest, which makes his already extraordinary appearance even more impressive, mysterious and unpredictable.

The monk seemed to be acquaintances with Hu Shanren's group of people, and they were polite, but they refused their invitation and did not get together with them.

When he came to Wang Miao, the great monk made a salute, announced a Buddha name, said forgiveness, relieved the burden, and Shi Shiran sat next to him and started a fire.

Wang Miao thought to herself, "Okay, these three sects and nine streams are almost all here, well, there is still one intellectual, let's see if there is a weak scholar in the back." ”

However, the system didn't seem to give him a chance to make his prediction come true, and seeing that it was getting dark, the rain continued to fall, and no one came in to take shelter from the rain.