In the mountains to the southwest of Tongcheng County, there is an old forest.

In the midst of this old forest, there was a temple, with ruined walls and basil as tall as a man growing on the ground, which had been abandoned for many years and looked very desolate.

The outer part of the temple looks very dilapidated, but the main hall and the rooms for the residents are very well preserved, and the doors and windows are not damaged.

Therefore, there are often people who come to Beijing to study because they can't afford to rent an inn because they are shy in their pockets, so they will come here to stay for one night.

Because there were many scholars staying, and a few of them became famous talents later, over time, rumors about the ability to gather literature in this place also came out.

Many students who enter Beijing, even if they don't pass by here, will make a special detour and come here to stay for one night, hoping to be as rumored.

Since then, a few people have become famous.

The reputation of the ruined temple is getting bigger and bigger, and the number of scholars who come here is also increasing day by day.

There are many people here, and the originally deserted temple has also begun to have a human atmosphere, leading to the main hall, the square full of fluffy, and there is also a path that has been stepped out.

But this situation did not last long, not long ago, more than ten murders occurred in this broken temple one after another, which made people panic, and no one came.

Pennies have regrown on the paths, and temples have returned to their former desolation.

But in the late autumn of October, it was a drizzly night.

The cold wind howled in the temple, and the fallen leaves were flying all over the ground.

In the dense penny, a handsome scholar in his twenties wearing a coarse cloth robe walked out.

He was carrying a book on his back, his face was covered with rain, and he was reaching out to remove the penny in front of him, and walked towards the main hall of the temple step by step.

The door of the main hall was dilapidated and ventilated on three sides, and the young scholar took a look at it, then walked straight to the left, turned a corner, and came to the wing room behind the main hall.

This is a courtyard with the word "well", a row of side rooms on the left, a row of side rooms on the right, and the corridor facing the main hall has collapsed, broken wood and broken tiles, and it is impassable.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the porch was almost silent except for the sound of rain hitting the tiles.

The old forest, the ruined temple, the deep and dilapidated.

Thinking of this, the young scholar shrunk his neck, looked around with a somewhat frightened expression, and finally chose the first room on the left that was closest to him.

Push open the door, and the strange smell will greet you.

There is not much space inside, and you can vaguely see a mud bed in the corner of the wall on the right, and a desk in the window on the left.

Gently rubbing it with your hand, a thick layer of ash accumulated.

There was an oil lamp on the desk that had not been used for a long time.

The scholar poured the sealed oil into the book, and then opened the fire fold on the ground.

The faint candlelight flickered gently in the dimly lit room, and the uneasy expression on the scholar's face calmed down a little.

Taking off the soaked gown, the scholar changed into clean clothes, and then sat down at the desk and began to work hard.

The wind and rain outside gradually intensified, and in the deep mountains in the distance, wolf howls began to appear.

A strong wind blew through the door, and the oil lamp in the room was blown out.

The scholar, who was reading, raised his head, glanced outside the door, and found that the wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger, and the rain was already drifting into the room, so he got up and walked to the door, wanting to close the door.

But at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the position of the main hall.

The scholar's expression changed, and he remembered the words of the people when he inquired about this temple.

It is said that there have been more than a dozen murders here in a row, there are ghosts and gods, and there are robbers, anyway, there are many rumors, and each one is more evil than the other.

For these, the scholar is not afraid.

Compared with the theory of ghosts and gods, you can't be on the emperor's list, you can be an official in the court, and think about your future life, which is even more terrifying than ghosts and gods.

The ghosts and gods are not afraid, let alone robbers killing people, the entanglement that has already been used to enter Beijing to catch the exam, he is a poor scholar, since he has no money, how can he be afraid of robbers and the like.

Thinking of this, the scholar turned back to the table, lit the oil lamp with a fire breaker, and was about to go to the main hall to have a look.

However, this one had just picked up the oil lamp, guarded the wick, and walked towards the door.

I saw a figure standing there.

"Ahh

The young scholar was taken aback, and subconsciously screamed, kicked back a few steps, and his body couldn't help but start trembling.

The figure at the door was also startled by the scream, but quickly recovered, and a slightly low and hoarse voice sounded:

"Why is Brother Tai shouting?"

"You are a bandit or a ghost, if you are a bandit, you have no money under your body, only a few volumes, you can take it as much as you want, maybe you can exchange it for some silver taels, if you are a ghost, you have no grievances and no enmity below, but don't harm me." Xiaosheng's family still has a high hall to support. ”

As the young scholar spoke, he couldn't help but step back, and the oil lamp in his hand was also held high, as if this would bring him some sense of security.

The figure standing at the door was stunned for a moment, and then laughed "haha".

"Staying here alone, I thought my brother was as bold as a fight, and now it seems that it should be a helpless move."

The young scholar who was scared saw this figure that suddenly appeared, speaking in a measured manner, and speaking in a chapter, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided.

The sleeves that covered the eyes slowly lowered.

In the faint candlelight, standing outside the door was the ghost robber he thought, but it was a handsome young man with a slender body.

He was not very young, dressed in a coarse cloth gown, the hem of the gown was soaked by the rain, and he was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand, and he was also carrying a book on his back, as if he was also dressed as a scholar.

Seeing the other party's dress, the young scholar suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Thinking of his previous gaffe, he couldn't help but feel ashamed, hurriedly put the oil lamp in his hand on the table, and bowed his hand and said:

"In Xia Zhang Zheng, he is from Qingzhou, and he was a little rude before."

"Brother Zhang doesn't have to be so polite, in Xia Qin Yu, he is from Yangzhou." The handsome scholar walked into the room and said politely.

Seeing Qin Yu's soaking wet appearance, it was obvious that he had come here late at night.

Thinking of the previous rumors of this temple, he couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Qin came here in the rain, could it be that he also heard rumors about this temple?"

"What rumors? Could it be a rumor about the lives of people in this temple? ”

"Brother Qin laughed, naturally it was a rumor that the literary spirit gathered here."

"It's not rumored that in the twenty-seventh year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a scholar stayed here, contaminated with the literary atmosphere of this place, after entering Beijing, he became famous, and became a generation of Confucianism in just a dozen years, and then there were many scholars who came, and there were many people who were favored here, so he became famous in the Great Zhou."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Brother Qin, isn't this coming?" ”

"A place where the culture gathers?" Qin Yu smiled disdainfully, and then said: "There are no less than hundreds of thousands of talented people in the Great Zhou, but how many people are really literate. What's more, such a deep mountain temple is gloomy and dilapidated, if there are ghosts and ghosts, it is still believed that the so-called literary atmosphere is just a false rumor. ”

Zhang Zheng didn't think so, but this place was also his hope, and it was impossible for others to shake what he thought in his heart in a few words.

Qin Yu naturally saw it, but he did not ridicule or persuade him, but changed the topic and began to talk about Confucian scriptures.

The storm outside had been raining for a while, and as the hour was approaching, the wind and rain stopped and the clouds cleared.

Bright moonlight shone through the door into the room.

Seeing that it was not early, Qin Yu also got up to say goodbye, picked up his bags and went to the next room to live.

The chirping of autumn insects in the mountains is like a hypnotic charm.

Blowing out the oil lamp, Zhang Zheng fell asleep with his clothes closed.

Just when he was half asleep, he heard a soft "crunch", and the room was suddenly filled with a fragrance.

This fragrance is strong but not dispersed, elegant and pleasant, and the smell makes people's hearts sway, just like the woman's fat powder, which makes Zhang Zheng, who is a young man, a little restless.

I couldn't help but open my eyes slightly.

I didn't know when, the door was opened, and there was a woman standing by the bed at this time, with a slender figure, white skin and beautiful appearance, and there seemed to be a hundred turns of tenderness in her eyes when she looked at her.

Seeing this beautiful woman, Zhang Zheng was stunned at first, and didn't understand where such a beautiful woman came from in this old Lin Po Temple.

was about to get up and ask, but the woman smiled slightly, and Ying Ying sat down.

And at this moment, Qin Yu, who lived next door, suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and looked at Zhang Zheng's room, with a thoughtful expression in his eyes, as if he could see through.