Song Siyuan's words have many terms, Yue Guanchao carefully pondered a few times in his heart, the truth that frost will fall when there is fog in late autumn, is really like this.

"Anyway, we can't hold a sacrificial ceremony today, we might as well go down and clean up the Guandi Temple, and rest in the evening."

Before Yue Qingshan's words fell, the second artillery hurriedly added: "Can't you go to the room inside?" Guandi Temple is too cold. ”

"Young man, the houses that have been in disrepair for a long time are easy to live in, and these places have not been cleaned up when the bandits are suppressed, maybe the houses are full of dead people's bones that have been unjustly killed, and you still have to go to live there."

Yue Erpao looked at the bullet hole next to the window, and remembered that there were skeletons waiting for him inside, and his scalp was numb, and his head was about to shake into a rattle: "Then don't stop the bad luck, bad luck!" ”

"It's good to look at the Guandi Temple, the front and back doors can be closed to shelter from the wind and rain, and the performance is a little more comfortable, the temperature in the mountain is damp and cold, and it is not comfortable."

And while they were speaking, the people had come down from the tower.

Passed through the door hole and entered the city gate tower, which is the Guandi Temple that Tang Baoguan said.

This temple is built in the square front yard of the post station, left and right are the shacks and stables that have collapsed and destroyed, and after following the half-waist-high weeds to detour to the Guandi Temple, it is considered to see the courtyard gate that enters the post station.

Look carefully, Guandi Temple is not a separate temple, the whole is similar to a private house, the archway, the courtyard gate, the welcome door wall, the main hall, the side hall are all available.

Rain, snow, wind and frost, wind and rain, the original sand red courtyard wall outside the temple gradually faded, became the mottled variegated color of pink and orange, the stone archway heavy eaves gray tile cracks off the paint, the stone road is also loosened and active by the weedy top, it can be seen that a yellow tile hall is higher than the courtyard wall, and two side halls show the gray tile cornices.

When they walked into the courtyard gate, bypassing the relief wall of Taoyuan Sanjieyi, the yard was even more weedy and barren, and there was no place to put their feet down, so they picked up a dagger scimitar and cut out a crooked grass road.

With a click, Yue Guanchao cut off the chains in front of the Guandi Temple, and opened the temple door with dust, the scene inside was not much different from the ordinary Guandi Temple: the painted statue of the god stood on the throne, there were priests and boys on both sides, the treasure tent marigold was dark and black, and everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gray veil, and the gray was not slippery.

They looked at Guan Erye, he was not like other gods with robes and big robes holding wat boards, but mostly the image of armor holding a knife, mottled lacquer and cobwebs fluttering added to the majesty and martial spirit on his face, and he actually saw a trace of hideous and terrifying image.

The left and right side halls have long been emptied, leaving only a few worthless tables, chairs and benches, the surrounding walls are painted with Guan Yu's ancient murals, and the ground is covered with waste paper, and countless dust is stirred up with every step.

Song Siyuan looked around with a flashlight: "Things seem to be gone, fortunately, the windows are sealed with wooden boards, as long as there is no leakage, it is not too bad, the space of these two halls is just right, just used for rest, and then we will go to the backyard to get some water and wipe the floor first, otherwise the dust alone can choke people to death." ”

"Don't you think it's weird, big guys?"

Tang Dayang's words made everyone puzzled, and they all looked at this Shaanxi guy to see what he had to say.

"What did the post station do to build the Guandi Temple? I remember that there was no Emperor Guan in Hanxian Station, and there was no Emperor Guan in Yangquan Station, why did Wushengyi alone build Emperor Guan Temple, and when I said it, my spine was chilling! ”

Everyone really doesn't understand this very much, and when they think of the many bandit souls nearby, they are even more afraid that the Guandi Temple is to suppress these dead souls.

Their eyes looked at Tang Baoguan, and the old man noticed that everyone had gathered over, touched his beard and said: "The descendants of the children, it is not the Guandi Temple that was built in the post station, but the post station built outside the Guandi Temple. ”

Song Siyuan looked into the distance along the temple gate, and her eyes lit up: "Guan Sheng is righteous and evil, and the direction opposite this temple is the Yungu plank road, and it is estimated that the ancients built a temple here in order to suppress the things in the cave, just like carving turtles by the river, they all belong to the suppression of prophecy." ”

"I see that the sky is about to get dark, so I have to go to the backyard to get a well of water, clean the ground first, and then I have to go to the neighborhood to pick up some dry firewood, which will be useful in the evening."

"Second artillery, Dayang, I remember when we came in, we saw that there was an ancient well for drinking horses in the stable, if there was water, we would mop the ground first, and a few of us went to the side to find some firewood, although it is impossible to snow near the big and small cold, the temperature is definitely not high, wait for two hours to see the results."

After speaking, she glanced at a few young men, Yue Erpao and Tang Dayang understood, picked up the bucket from the carriage and went to the stable, she and Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake picked up the shotgun, and quickly jumped into the ancient forest of weeds out of the city gate.

Wushengyi has not come for decades, and it has long become like a barren mountain, they have only walked out of the post station for nearly 100 meters, and then they can no longer see the courtyard wall of the post station, and it can be seen that the trees are lush and the grass is lush.

Only the rustling sound of fallen leaves in the forest canopy remained, Song Siyuan carefully observed the ground, there were indeed many white bones buried in the ground, which had been weathered very brittle, looking at the bullet holes on the skull, it should be the shootout more than ten years ago.

"I've been making trouble for a long time, just to find this?"

Yue Guanchao saw her approaching Bai Gu, and her eyes were extremely witty.