The cold wind in the mountains did not stop, even if Su Ming had an aura to protect his body, he couldn't help but feel a trace of coldness.

"This wine is so strong."

took a sip of the soju in the wine gourd, and the wine turned into a hot warm current, flowing in Su Ming's body, resisting the cold wind and coldness for him, and his whole body suddenly felt relieved.

Su Ming actually doesn't like to drink, but the last time Shentu came to the door to make amends, the pot of acacia flower brew he brought to him made him still remember it.

He originally planned to buy some Huai'an brew and drink it on the way.

But after that, he visited all the restaurants in Huai'an Mansion, but he didn't find the Huaihua brew he was thinking about, so he finally had no choice but to buy some soju instead.

In autumn, the grass leaves in the mountains gradually turn yellow and bare, and the greenery is rare.

Linyu River is located at the junction of Yizhou and Qingzhou Mansion, as long as you follow the official road, ordinary people will arrive in about seven or eight days.

However, Su Ming is not an ordinary person, even if he slows down and walks for more than an hour, it is equivalent to the leg strength of ordinary people for half a day.

Walking and stopping, at the end of the Shen hour, the sky gradually darkened, and there were dark clouds condensing in the sky.

After a while, Su Ming had just found an old temple on the edge of a remote official road, when a drizzle began to fall in the air.

"The weather is really cloudy and uncertain, and it rains when it is said to rain."

Muttering, Su Ming raised his feet and walked into the mountain temple.

Although from the outside of the temple, this temple standing on a remote mountain road is a bit old.

But apart from the accumulation of dust, cobwebs and grass growing in the cracks of the floor, the temple looks fairly intact overall.

The space in the temple is not beaten, the width is two or three zhang, the length is more than one zhang, and there is only one and a half zhang in the middle of the incense case that lacks a table corner.

There was a bronze incense burner full of incense ash on the incense table, and as Su Ming looked up, a tall clay statue of the god was reflected in the depths of his eyes.

This clay statue sits on the altar behind the incense table, tall and resembles a man, but on his neck is a majestic and lifelike tiger head!

However, if you look closely, there are countless tiny cracks and scars on this clay statue of the tiger-headed human body, which makes him look majestic at the same time, but also reveals a hint of being in a desperate situation.

"Hushan-kun."

Reading out the printed plaque above the clay statue, Su Ming paused.

The mountain king is the god of the mountain.

Before he saw the plaque that said Hushan Jun, Su Ming thought that the strange clay statue in front of him was a demon in the ancient palace temple worshiped by the people.

But I didn't expect that this was really a temple of honorable gods.

"Disrespectful, disrespectful."

Su Ming arched his hand towards the cracked Divine Monarch Statue in front of him, in order to repay his previous pedantic idea of judging people by their appearance.

Immediately after, Su Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found that there was still a trace of incense on the broken statue of the Mountain Monarch, and pondered for a moment.

"Seeing each other is fate, I will take a break in your dojo for a while, and there is nothing to repay, so I will give you a pillar of incense."

As he spoke, Su Ming raised his hand and waved, and three long incense sticks appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After casting a spell and igniting the long incense in his hand, Su Ming stepped forward and put the burning long incense in the dusty bronze incense stove.

Curling green smoke rises from the furnace and slowly surrounds the statue of the Mountain Monarch.

In a trance, the huge tiger head full of cracks, the wings of the nose seemed to move.

"Whoa...... Boom la la la ........."

The light rain outside the temple gradually turned heavier, and finally accompanied by a gust of cold wind, a trickling downpour fell, and the tiles on the temple kept ticking.

After taking a sip of strong wine to warm up, Su Ming raised his eyes to look at the rain outside the temple.

"Well, it looks like we're going to spend the night here tonight."

With a sigh, Su Ming got up and walked around the temple, and finally found some dry firewood in the hidden place behind the incense case.

"This firewood must have been kept here by the woodcutters passing by, just in case it is used next time."

Muttering to himself, Su Ming found a clean and sheltered place and lit a fire.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, Su Ming held the white horse sword in his arms, leaned against the temple wall, and admired the rain outside.

In a trance, Su Ming suddenly recalled the scene when he traveled to Qiyang Mountain.

Here and now, just as there was that moment.

It's just that Su Ming is now very different from the beginning.

The rain outside the temple is unabated, the sky is dark, and there is only a trace of orange-red light remaining in the temple of Shanjun, which resembles a guiding light in the dark.

The firewood burned and crackled, and suddenly, Su Ming's ears suddenly remembered the sound of rustling footsteps.

"It's almost night, why are there still people rushing in this wilderness?"

A trace of doubt rose in his heart, and then Su Ming began his thoughts, and the scene with the Shanjun Temple as the center and a radius of a hundred miles gradually emerged in his mind.

Half a mile away from the Shanjun Temple, two figures, one tall and one thin, were leading a sheep, quickly rushing towards the Shanjun Temple with orange-red light.

Seeing this, Su Ming frowned, withdrew his thoughts and waited for the two figures to come.

It didn't take long for the sound of feet stepping on the mud to become clearer and clearer, and soon the two people and a sheep appeared outside the Shanjun Temple.

Both men were men, one tall and one thin, and both carried a bamboo scarf wrapped in sackcloth on their backs.

The tall one has a strong and powerful body, with a smooth bald head, and a face full of meat, which looks very difficult to mess with.

The other is in contrast to him, his body is thin, his face is pale, and his dull eye circles seem to be sick, very weak.

"Damn, this ghost weather is really unpredictable, next time you come out, you must bring an umbrella just in case!"

"No, big brother, there seems to be someone in this temple."

The thin man found Su Ming, who was resting against the wall in the temple with his eyes closed, and his already pale expression became cloudy, looking like a sick and dead ghost, which was very terrifying.

The strong man with a bald head next to him also saw Su Ming, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he reached out and patted the thin man's shoulder, and laughed quietly:

"Second brother, relax better, if he is sent by the imperial court to arrest us, I'm afraid we haven't set foot in this temple yet..........."

"Baaa

Before the bald man finished speaking, the sheep led by the thin man suddenly struggled wildly, and kept shouting loudly at Su Ming in the temple.

Hearing the soft and anxious call, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes and looked outside the temple.

With a flash of inspiration in his eyes, looking at the sheep that was struggling led by the thin man, Su Ming's expression was a little helpless.

Alas, why did I get this kind of thing to happen to me again?

It's still an acquaintance.........

With a long sigh in his heart, Su Ming slowly got up and walked in front of the bald man and the thin man, and arched his hand:

"Did the two eldest brothers also come to the temple to hide from the rain?"

After saying that, without waiting for the bald strong man to reply, Su Ming suddenly squatted down, reached out and pulled away the thin man's hand covering the mouth of the sheep that kept struggling, and then smiled on his face.

"This little lamb seems to like me very much, I wonder if the two eldest brothers can cut their love and give it to me?"

Su Ming slowly wiped the sheep's head, trying to comfort the impatience in its heart.

Seeing this, the bald man and the thin man glanced at each other, and there was a fierce light in their eyes........