It was still a moment before it got dark, and the surrounding scenery had already dimmed.

The internal force in Ouyang Mu's body had almost recovered, and the previous non-retention was beyond the tolerance of her body, lying down for several days, and Yan Wuchang was indispensable in the middle of the year. But he left his side in a hurry, otherwise his ears would grow calluses sooner or later.

The heavy rain was still falling, and the black clouds were overwhelming the city. The sweltering air seemed to wrap people in a ball, and they couldn't breathe.

She followed the carriage and horses at the city gate to the post station, but the large post station nearby was already crowded with people, and I am afraid that there are no more spare rooms.

She remembered that there was an abandoned temple two miles from the city gate, and in order to avoid people's eyes, she bypassed the crowd that was flowing to the post station and walked alone on the path to the temple.

Without an umbrella, the rain poured down on her. The only hat in the thatched hut in Taizhou was snatched away by Yan Wuchang domineeringly, and she could only walk in the shadow of the woods, letting the rain wash over her long hair and dress.

After walking for a while, at the foot of a low hillside, the temple loomed in front of him, and there was only a horse-drawn carriage in the open space in front of the temple. It's not surprising, after all, there aren't many people that can accommodate the inn, and there will still be people looking for it.

Ouyang Mu straightened his clothes, covered the two short swords on his waist, and walked towards the temple.

The scale of the temple is not small, it is more like a ancestral hall, if the incense is in full swing, the open space outside must be overcrowded, but I don't know why it is abandoned here.

She came to the door and reached out and pushed it open. There was a dull creak from the temple's door.

It was quiet inside the temple, isolated from the pouring rain outside the door.

After opening the door, the temple hall is very wide, and a golden Buddha comes into view, which occupies a wall, and on both sides of the Buddha there are two plaques written in wild cursive that she cannot read. The incense hall in front of the Big Buddha is deserted, leaving only a jar of incense ashes.

Ouyang Mu raised his eyes and glanced at the lobby, and placed a wooden table in the center of the empty hall, on which a bright kerosene lamp was lit, and the dim light shone on several people at the table, and the eyes of several people gathered on her who pushed the door in.

Ouyang Mu's hair was drenched, on his shoulders, the dress on his body was also close to his body, and his legs showed his sexy curves. She looked at several people at the table, old and young, four men and one woman, one man looked like a scholar, young, one was a little older man wearing a coachman's fur hat, the other man and woman looked a little related, and were leaning together, and the remaining man was wearing a disheveled hair and shabby clothes, and was looking at her with malicious eyes.

Fortunately, the temple is quite spacious and there are not many people. There is also a staircase at the end of the lobby leading to the second floor, and there should be some guest rooms on it, but it has been left unattended for a long time, and it is estimated that it has been covered with dust.

Ouyang Mu turned around and closed the door, isolating the sound of pouring rain outside.

There was still a lot of rain on her face, sliding down her hair-stuck cheeks.

A woman at the table leaned on the shoulder of the man next to her and looked at Ouyang Mu. The man smiled at Ouyang Mu and said, "Girl, it's raining heavily outside, come and sit here." ”

Ouyang Mu's eyes did not have the slightest emotion, he glanced at everyone and slowly walked to the table.

"Alas, I was in a hurry to go home to see my wife, but as soon as I entered the city, I encountered such a heavy rain, and I don't know how long it will rain. The man with loose hair grumbled as he played with an unknown stone tool in his hand.

"yes. The man put his arm on the shoulders of the woman beside him and smiled at him, "I heard from the guards at the city gate that the heavy rain had washed down the hillside in front of us, causing the water level in the river to rise sharply, flooding the drainage channel at the city gate. I guess we won't be able to enter the city until the drains are repaired by the people in the city. ”

"Hey, He Bai, you didn't say it just now. The man who was playing with the stone tools said to him, "Why did you two come into the city with such a large basket of scriptures?"

He Bai looked at the bamboo basket containing more than a dozen scriptures under his feet, and said with a smile: "I opened a bookstore in Pingxiang County, and I went out of the city some time ago to buy goods, and I just came back. ”

"Hey, he's also a cultural person. The man leaned back in a wooden chair and said nonchalantly.

He Bai smiled at him kindly, turned his head, and said to Ouyang Mu: "The girl is also going to enter the city to hide from the rain, I don't know what to call it?"

Ouyang Mu glanced at him, found a chair in front of the table and sat down, and did not answer.

Seeing that she was reluctant to speak, He Bai said generously: "We don't know each other, and we are also here to take shelter from the rain, it is estimated that the rain will not stop for a while, and the post station outside is also full, maybe we all have to stay here for a while." ”

After that, he looked at his wife beside him, his eyes were full of love, and said to Ouyang Mu: "I am the shopkeeper of a bookstore in the city, my name is He Bai." ”

Ouyang Mu listened and nodded lightly, but still did not open his mouth.

The rain outside the temple was still raging, hitting the plantain leaves on the roadside with a loud crackling sound. Looking out of the temple window, the dark clouds in the sky have gathered together, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the rain has not diminished in the slightest.

Fortunately, the place in this temple is not small, and it is also comfortable, and everyone is sitting around the kerosene lamp, and the atmosphere begins to gradually become silent. The man beside Ouyang Mu didn't stop the stone tool he was playing with, and at the same time peeked at Ouyang Mu's wet chest with his spare eyes, and the silk of his clothes was clinging to it, as thin as cicada wings.

Chu Mo sat next to the coachman, the farthest away from her. From the moment Ouyang Mu entered the temple, he recognized her as the woman who burned the Qingyu Building that night. But he just smiled at Ouyang Muwei and quietly hid himself.

It was also because of this sudden flash flood that the driver was ordered to turn back not far from Hangzhou, and the road ahead had been washed away by the flash flood, and he had to wait for the rain to stop before he could set off at the earliest. Therefore, he and the coachman came to this temple to take shelter from the rain.

For this woman who was less than five steps away from him, he had a lot of conjectures about Ouyang Mu, and it was also the purpose for him to hide his identity. It is very likely that she has something to do with Yan Wuchang, who is chasing her, although I don't know who her surname is, and what her purpose is when she comes to Hangzhou City again, but nine times out of ten she can't get out of touch with herself.

There were only six of them in the temple, and they gathered in a circle, quietly listening to the sound of the rain outside.

The light of the kerosene lamp faltered, slowly burning the lamp grass inside. A few people thought about their thoughts, and occasionally there was a polite greeting or two, and soon they fell silent.

He Bai is more talkative, with a gentle face and polite quality, looking like a gentle and elegant Confucian student.

The coachman leaned back in his chair and fell asleep, while the other man was still bored and surveyed with the stone tool in his hand. The young couple whispered occasionally, and the atmosphere in the temple was calm.

Chu Mo didn't expect that before he was about to leave the Wu Kingdom, he was left here by a rainstorm from God, and he also ran into the assassins of the Yan Kingdom who had been chasing him, but fortunately, at this time, the enemy was in the light and I was in the dark, and the young girl who had been silent did not know Chu Mo's identity at this time.

Slowly, the time passed minute by minute, the heavy rain did not weaken in the slightest, and the sky gradually darkened, looking out of the window, it was pitch black, without the slightest light, and the temple at this time seemed to be bright.

Ouyang Mu kept hanging her head, her eyes closed, and her undried black hair was draped, making her cheeks more and more pale, as if the skin of a child could be blown apart. The man looked at her cautiously, a lewd look in his eyes.

But the coachman woke up from his drowsiness in a daze, looked around, stood up sleepily, stretched his waist, and said to himself: "Old, the spirit is not very good, I can't help sleepy, boss, let's go upstairs first to see if there is a clean room, make do with it for a night, you look at the outside It's dark, the rain hasn't stopped, I'm afraid I won't be able to go tonight." ”

Chu Mo smiled at him and nodded, "Okay, let's stay here tonight." ”

With that, he also stood up, pushed his chair away, and prepared to go upstairs with the coachman.

"Hey, hey, I'll go later. The man playing with stone tools got up from his chair and walked up the stairs with a big grin.

Seeing this, He Bai shook his wife beside him and said softly, "Why don't we go upstairs and find a place to rest?"

Ouyang Mu opened his eyes slightly, staring quietly at the flickering light in front of him, as if he hadn't heard it.

"Girl, girl. He Bai's concerned voice sounded in her ears, and Ouyang Mu raised his head to look at him after hearing it.

He Bai said to her, "Girl, why don't you go upstairs with us to rest?"

Ouyang Mu shook his head slowly, his voice was like a mosquito, and he said, "No need, I'll just stay here for the night." ”

He Bai was stunned for a moment, and saw that she closed her eyes again, so she couldn't be disturbed, so she helped her wife and followed everyone upstairs.

Upstairs was a row of empty rooms, some of the doors and windows were crumbling and broken, but there were no rats or anything like that. The floor was covered with an unknown layer of lime, littered with slag of wood, tattered cloth and straw. The crowd cautiously searched the room on the second floor, the wooden planks under their feet creaking.

He Bai, who walked at the back of the crowd, patted his wife's back softly and said gently: "It's okay, don't be afraid, slow down." ”

After hearing this, the man in front of him turned his head and said to He Bai: "Hey, Lao Bai, what's wrong with your wife? ”

He Bai smiled apologetically at him and said, "It's okay, she is timid, and she can't help but be frightened by the black light." ”

After hearing this, the man said to himself: "Yes, I can't see my fingers, and the lamp is left on the first floor, why didn't that girl come up?"

"She may be afraid of life and wants to stay on the first floor for the night. He Bai said to him.

The man looked down through the sturdy wooden railing, and Ouyang Mu's lonely figure sat at the table, the dim candle flame illuminating her emaciated figure.

He looked at Ouyang Mu's eyes with a strange look that no one noticed, and then turned his head away and didn't answer He Bai's words.

"Eh, this room is nice. The driver who was walking in front of him stopped, patted the wall in front of him, and said, "There are doors and windows, and it's not dirty inside." ”

The door of the room was half open, and the inside was empty, which was cleaner than the corridor outside, although it was a little cramped, but it was okay to spend the night.

The rain outside the temple was washing the windows of the room, and then, in front of everyone, a white light flashed.

"Yo, it's thundering. The coachman turned his head with a smile and said to the people behind him, "This room will be left to you little couple, let's take a look at the front." ”

He Bai hurriedly thanked the coachman and helped his wife into the room.

Chu Mo looked at them inadvertently, his wife's long hair fell down, covering her face, and she staggered in with He Bai on both legs.

Rumble!

There was a thunderclap and the rain poured down outside, like the gods roaring.

On the second floor was a cloister, surrounded on all sides by rooms, all equally dilapidated, some of which were stacked with broken planks, robes, and the like, and most of them were empty.

After a long time, the remaining three people also found a relatively clean and suitable room, which happened to be in the center of the four corridors corresponding to the east, west, north and south of He Bai's room.

Chu Mo finally chose a room, and after greeting the coachman, he looked at the first floor before entering the door, but Ouyang Mu was still sitting at the table, motionless.

The current atmosphere was so quiet that he felt a little uneasy in his heart, if there were no special circumstances, he didn't want to expose himself in front of Ouyang Mu, although she was not his opponent, but he didn't dare to guarantee what the current situation was.

Chu Mo has always had no requirements for the environment, no matter how to spend the night first, just leave here tomorrow when the sky is fine, and try to avoid their eyeline. Fulfilling the instructions of the National Teacher is the first priority, and you should not act rashly.

Since Ouyang Mu didn't pose much of a threat now, he could only wait and see and act cautiously.

Chu Mo's room was also empty and cramped, without much clutter. He sat down, leaned against the wall, drew the dagger from his waist, and carefully placed it beside him, closing his eyes and recuperating himself.