Zhao Yuanling has seen a lot of statues of gods, most of them are Buddha Shakyamuni and Guanyin Niangniang, and there are some small mountain statues.

The statue in front of him was wearing a crown on his head, wearing a veil, holding a ruyi in his hand, and holding his hands in front of him.

Although it is a statue of a goddess, she is not wearing a skirt, but a pair of loose cloth pants wrapped in shoes and socks, which looks heroic and neat.

Its divine power is prominent, graceful and dignified.

"It's like a statue of the god Muzu." Most of the statues are made of stone or jade, and it is not uncommon for the whole body to be metallic, but it is the first time I have seen such a huge statue, and Zhao Yuanling is a little distracted.

The armadillo opened its mouth wide and looked salivating, "I don't think I've seen much of it." ”

"This is a statue dedicated to the residents who live along the coast, blessing the wind and rain, going to sea without strong winds and waves, and turning evil into good fortune." Zhao Yuanling explained to her.

"The donor is really well-informed." A slightly old voice sounded, and I saw a monk walking out of the inner door.

He had a gray beard and a kind face. Looks like an elder in a temple.

He walked up to the three of them, folded his hands and saluted.

Zhao Yuanling also learned to return the etiquette and said: "I passed through here, and I disturbed the master." ”

Elder Huiyuan shook his head and said, "Where, the Buddhists pay attention to the word fate, since they can come here, it is all fate, and they don't bother." ”

Talking to the Buddhist family, people couldn't help but feel calm, and Zhao Yuanling then said: "The three of us pass through here and want to spend the night, can we trouble the master?" ”

Elder Huiyuan hesitated for a moment and didn't speak, Zhao Yuanling comprehended it, and continued to add another sentence, "If we can, we will add some incense money to the temple to express our sincerity to Muzu." ”

He shook his head, "Lao Ke didn't mean that, I thought that the girl and Muzu were also fateful, but now there is an adult in the temple who is recuperating in his body, and Lao Gao doesn't know if it will disturb him, so he doesn't dare to agree easily." ”

Zhao Yuanling chuckled: "Then forget it." ”

The monk had a kind smile on his face, and his attitude of speaking was also comforting, not only Mo Bai did not force it, but even the armadillo who had always been noisy did not shout that he must live here.

Mo Bai was silent for a moment, raised his eyes and said briefly: "Then let's go down the mountain." ”

A few people raised their feet and were about to leave, when a creaking sound of the door opened under the side porch of the temple, and everyone looked over, and a thin man in white clothes walked over.

His eyes were blue and black, his face was pale and bloodless, and he looked like he was seriously ill.

Elder Huiyuan saluted, "This little boy, you are awake. ”

The other party nodded, coughed, and when he saw the three of them, his gaze stayed.

He didn't speak, and the elder took the lead in saying to him, "These donors have just arrived in the inner city and want to find a place to rest, but Lord Zhang said that your body needs to recuperate, so the old man had to let them find another place. ”

The little boy put his hand to his chest and coughed lightly.

"No, let them stay." He spoke very slowly, and his voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Since the little boy has said so, the old man will let them live first."

"Thank you, Elder, we will try to be as light as possible and try not to disturb this little man."

The young man asked the elder a few questions, and then left.

A light wind blew his coat up, and his body was as thin as paper, as if a stronger wind could blow him away.

Elder Huiyuan led them to a small stone path, and explained to them: "Lord Zhang, who temporarily lives in the temple, is an official in the imperial city, and this little prince is his own brother, and his body is plagued by diseases all the year round, so he often lives in the temple and asks the Buddha for his blessing. ”

They walked along this small gravel road, surrounded by verdant bamboo forests, and the wind rustled.

In addition to the fragrance of bamboo, there are also many small incense burners along the way, and the incense ashes are scattered next to the incense burners, piling up a small hill.

The temple is now silent, and I haven't met other pedestrians, but the incense is so vigorous, and I don't know if it's because of the Lord Zhang.

Elder Huiyuan took them to a small courtyard, which was shabby but looked clean.

The interior of the house is simply furnished, except for the bed and a futon for meditation, there is nothing superfluous.

It's simple and clean, but it can unexpectedly stretch people's body and mind.

After Elder Huiyuan left, Zhao Yuanling asked Mo Bai, "How is it?" Is it possible to stay here? ”

The temperature in the room did not seem to be as cold as in front of the temple, it was as cool as a wet cold entangled in pit vipers.

But there is still something inexplicable, perhaps because she has not yet adapted to the climate by the sea.

The dark white eyes droop, and the long eyelashes cast shadows on the eyelids like two small fans.

"Let's stay for now."

With his words, Zhao Yuanling's heart settled down inexplicably.

At dinner, a monk brought them some white porridge and pickled steamed buns.

For armadillos who have been hungry for a day, it is natural to eat with relish.

While nibbling on the steamed buns, she said with a blurred mouth: "You said that Zhang Xiaogongzi, do they eat the same as us?" ”

"Everyone in the temple is treated equally, and the food is naturally the same as ours." Zhao Yuanling held a piece of steamed bun in his hand and began to eat it.

She has also visited many temples before, and the host of the temple has set the same dishes for everyone.

But more often than not, they will let their subordinates bring their own small stoves, or borrow their firewood houses to cook their own food, as long as it is vegetarian, the monks in the temple will turn a blind eye.

The night on the mountain seems to be more peaceful than the one below, and even the sound of the breeze can be heard clearly.

A small wind blew, and the unclosed window sash creaked.

Zhao Yuanling and the armadillo slept in the same room, and seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Zhao Yuanling got up with a sleepy face.

The leaves of the maple tree in front of the door were swaying gently in front of the window, and the wind mixed with a few grains of rain slapped her cheeks, and she realized that it was actually raining lightly outside.

Now the air was already wet and cold, and it was even colder.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of the sea lapping, but it was too dark for her to see anything, only a boundless darkness.

The orange-yellow flame ignited in the dark night, clustered in two, and finally joined into a curved fire dragon, which was brighter than the stars in the sky.

She leaned against the window and watched for a long time, and at last she was surprised to notice that the torches were moving.

Could it be that these people are fishing at night?

"What are you looking at?" The armadillo rubbed his eyes and walked over with a confused expression.

Zhao Yuanling said apologetically: "Did you make a noise?" ”

The armadillo stretched his waist, yawned heavily, and said vaguely: "The incense in this temple is so strong that I can't sleep well when I smell it." ”

The little head leaned in front of the window, and his eyes looked around, "What are you looking at?" ”

Zhao Yuanling pointed downward, "You see those torches moving, could it be that there are still people going out to sea to fish?" ”

The armadillo "cut" and returned to bed disappreciatively, "Isn't that normal?" Some of the fish only come out at night, and those fishermen want to make money, so they have to come out at night to hunt. ”

"It's not easy to support your family." She sighed and continued to roll over and fall asleep.

Zhao Yuanling's eyes stared at the firelight calmly, and then he thought of something, and called softly: "Mo Bai." ”

There was no fluctuation in the air, not even a superfluous sound sounded, but in the next moment, Mo Bai had appeared in front of her.

He was dressed in black, blending in with the night.

With narrow shoulders and long legs, his hands wrapped around his chest with a sense of alienation, a pair of glass-colored pupils reflecting the moonlight, and the cold air around his body is like the first snow in early winter.

She moved her lips, "You go back and rest first, I'm safe with the armadillo." ”

The men's and women's rooms in the temple are far apart, and you have to walk a stick of incense to get there.

She barely guessed that she had expected him to stay here, as if she had long been accustomed to guarding her side.

I said that I wanted to practice martial arts with him, but since that night, it has been deserted, and some of the meals are still eaten by others, and she is not born to practice martial arts.

As soon as Zhao Yuanling's words fell, he saw Mo Bai nodding, jumped up and disappeared into the night.

She didn't know if he was listening to her, but she was relieved and closed the sash.

"Look, it's dawn."

Before Zhao Yuanling woke up, he was pushed and shoved by the armadillo.

She rubbed her eyelashes and put her clothes on in a daze.

When she got up, the ground suddenly darkened, and she was surrounded by a thick layer of black, and she was in darkness.

"It's dark again?"

Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she shoeed out the window.

In the next moment, there was a sudden white light outside the house, which startled her.

The strange phenomenon was like a dream, and her heart was beating in fear.

It didn't last long, and the sky seemed to be pressed a switch, and in an instant it was pitch black again.

An inky white voice sounded outside the door, low and gloomy but not abrupt, "It's thunder and lightning." ”

Hearing his voice, Zhao Yuanling's hanging heart seemed to have a place to land. She opened the door to let Mo Bai into the house, and found that he had been covered with a layer of cold frost, and he didn't know how long he had been outside the house.

The house they lived in was right on a rocky wall, facing the entire sea.

The sky was still dark and dreary, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Everything outside the window was hidden in the darkness and it was impossible to see half of it.

Finally, after waiting for a few moments, it suddenly dawned again.

I saw that the waters where Honkuin was in the darkness suddenly became manic and riotous, and waves of sea water lapped against the shore.

The wind rose violently, and the trees around it rattled.

The thunder light split into countless paths like a spider's web, erupting in the sky, and the entire sky instantly became as white as day.

The sea carried huge waves as if they were about to submerge the whole place, wave after wave, towering and terrifying.

"Why don't these villagers run away and swim into the sea in boats?" The armadillo also got up at this time, and looked at the villagers by the sea and rubbed their eyes as if they had not woken up.