Another day of drizzle, the misty water vapor rose into the air, turned into a veil, and shrouded the heavens and the earth.

The sun was obscured by a series of gray clouds, hidden in the sky.

So the landscape, grass and trees all looked gray.

Looking at it from afar, it is as if you are in a mountain green ink painting.

In the painting, a scholar leads a horse, and behind them, a rickety old man walks leisurely with a dogtail in his mouth.

Bang!

A blue thunderbolt pierced the sky, adding a touch of light to this ink painting.

The rain gradually grew heavier with the sound of thunder.

The scholar wearing a hat took out an oil-paper umbrella from his bag on the side of the horse.

The raindrops the size of beans fell on the oil-paper umbrellas, making a crackling sound.

All around was filled with the sound of rain falling into dense forests, mountain streams, and mud.

On such a rainy day, it's best to find a place to rest.

Walking forward more than 1,000 steps, I saw a woman under a big tree, covering the top with her hands, her body half attached to the trunk, probably to avoid this sudden heavy rain.

Seeing this, without waiting for Li Qingshan to speak, the rickety old man greeted the woman under the tree and said, "Female doll, come to us, we have an umbrella." ”

To be honest, Beigang's withered body and thin face are matched with that hoarse voice.

It was on this rainy day, when the blue thunder was flashing, and his foreign appearance still looked terrifying.

The woman was just an ordinary person, and when she saw this, she almost turned around and ran into the dense forest without being frightened.

But fortunately, the book with the umbrella in front of him grows handsome and delicate, and he looks like a good person.

Therefore, after hesitating for a while, the woman chose to run towards Li Qingshan.

"Childe, can I hold an umbrella with you?"

The woman's hair was already drenched, a few strands of broken hair stuck to her face, and the clothes on her body were also dripping.

Li Qingshan tilted the umbrella to the side, covering the woman, and reached out to grope for her bag.

He has always had a habit of preparing two umbrellas.

In this way, whether he wants to borrow someone to take it, or if an umbrella is broken, he still has one.

But the bag for the umbrella was empty.

Li Qingshan looked sideways, and saw that the little old man in Beigang was actually wearing a robe and holding an umbrella!

"Hokamichi, where are you?"

At this time, the rickety old man coughed and pretended to be weak: "No way, I'm old...... I don't have enough clothes, and I have to hold an umbrella. ”

"Housheng, you can hold an umbrella with this female doll."

Hearing this, Li Qingshan retracted his gaze and asked the woman in front of him, "Where are you going?" ”

The woman who was looking at the scholar's side face was stunned, and when she saw the other party turn her head, she couldn't help but feel excited, and she slipped her feet and fell backwards.

Syllable!

The woman felt a large, powerful hand dragging her back and straightening it.

The panicked woman hurriedly thanked Li Qingshan: "Thank you, son, I want to go to the holy land of Buddhism." ”

Li Qingshan pointed to the little red horse beside him, and said lightly: "You have to thank it, it helped you." ”

Looking in the direction Li Qingshan was pointing, the woman saw that the horse was grinning at her.

"Thank you! Thanks a lot! ”

Saying thank you to a horse always feels a little weird.

The woman withdrew her gaze and was about to say something.

Li Qingshan was the first to speak: "Just by the way, you can go together." ”

Hearing this, the woman was inexplicably happy in her heart, and she smiled and said, "That little woman will bother the son." ”

"It doesn't matter."

In this way, there was one more person in the westward journey.

During the chatting along the way, Li Qingshan also learned why this woman wanted to go to the holy land of Buddhism.

The woman's name is Feng Ying, and her family lives in a small village nearly 10,000 miles away.

She had come all the way here because her father had a strange illness......

The symptom is that he chatters all day long, locks himself in the firewood room, and can't think of eating or drinking for a day.

Lang Zhong in ten villages and eight stores can't see what is wrong with this, at most, some people say that it is hysteria, but it does not seem to be a symptom of hysteria.

After all, if you talk to him, he will still be able to respond to you like a normal person.

Therefore, some people say that it is a heart disease, and if it is not good for a long time, you can go to the holy place of the Buddha to pray for blessings, and maybe it will get better.

After listening, Li Qingshan didn't say anything.

In his opinion, this ordinary person going to the temple to deceive and pray for blessings has no more effect than wasting some incense money and finding comfort in his heart.

Not to mention whether the Buddhist Holy Land can cure Feng Ying's father, even if it can be cured, why should the other party help you cure it?

Is it just for the incense money of the three melons and two dates?

"Ahh Ahh The woman sneezed twice in a row, and after sniffing, she said a little embarrassedly: "Childe, I'm sorry, my clothes are wet, and I'm still a little ......cold."

At this time, the rickety old man interjected: "In the next life, there is a deserted pavilion in front, let's go there to make a fire and roast, and the old man is hungry again...... Go grab some game. ”

Hearing this, Li Qingshan nodded: "Okay." ”

After a short time, the group came to the barren pavilion.

Although it is a deserted pavilion, the pavilion is relatively clean, and there are obviously a lot of passers-by who rest here.

There was still a lot of dry firewood in the pavilion, which must have been left by previous passers-by.

After making a fire with this dry wood, the warm flames dispelled the chill around them.

Feng Ying, who was originally swinging, also stretched his frowning brows.

Li Qingshan let the little red horse stay in the deserted pavilion, and he and the little old man of Beigang went to the dense forest to find some game to eat.

Seeing everyone leaving, Feng Ying hid sideways behind a pillar, took off his shoes, socks and coat, and carefully held them up by the bonfire to bake.

The clothes were soaked, and it was uncomfortable anywhere, if it weren't for the wind on all sides of this deserted pavilion, she really wanted to take off the dirty clothes and bake them.

"Boom!"

With a low sound, the little red horse walked to Feng Ying's side and used his tall body to directly block her.

Understanding the meaning of the little red horse, the barefoot Feng Ying approached the bonfire, reached to the back of his neck and back, and untied the two red strings.

"Horses, if they come back, you must tell me at once."

"If I am looked at by your son-in-law like this......"

"But the ...... to marry him"

Little Red Horse: ???

"Boom!"

[Do you know that if you say this, you are likely to be beheaded? 】

Feng Ying smiled: "For some reason, staying with your son-in-law has a strange sense of security. ”

"Otherwise, I wouldn't dare walk with you alone...... Not to mention taking it off in this place...... It's time to bake clothes......"

"Boom!"

[Woman, your thoughts are very dangerous! 】

"Boom!"

[It is recommended that you kill this thought immediately, otherwise there is your name in the list of the Autumn Queen's beheadings!] 】