(The author solemnly declares that any person and thing that appears in this book has nothing to do with reality, is purely fictional, and if there is any similarity, it is really a coincidence.) ）

Zhang Zhao did not disturb his mother's coffin, but wrapped his father and sister tightly in clothes and raincoats and placed them beside his mother, and the family of three was finally reunited.

The torrential rain made Zhang Zhao not have time to think about it, and closed the soil again. The soil, mixed with a lot of muddy water, became extra heavy and muddy, and in order to prevent too much rain from flooding his mother's coffin and his father's body, Zhang Zhao had to dig a small ditch next to it to let the rain flow out.

When Zhang Zhao buried the last shovel of soil, he was too tired to speak, the rain was too heavy, and many places on Siyu Mountain turned into small streams, and the mountain roads leading to the cemeteries of each family could not be seen in their original appearance for a long time.

The raincoat was left for my father and sister to cover up for the last time, and the clothes on my body were soaked early, and the 3,000 yuan was wrapped in a plastic bag, where should I go?

The land of Western Qin is located in the middle of China, with the Gobi to the west, the grasslands to the north, the mountains to the south, and the plains to the east.

Just when Zhang Zhao was at a loss, he seemed to see a little fire coming from the heavy rain in the distance.

Yes!

How could there be fire here? Zhang Zhao wondered. But out of human instinctive desire for light, Zhang Zhao still braved the torrential rain and walked towards the firelight.

The firelight was not big, not small, not far or close, Zhang Zhao walked a mountain road, and the firelight was still hanging in front.

Just when Zhang Zhao almost suspected that this was the old story of the mountain spirits in the village, who liked to light wild lanterns and ghosts at night, seduce people who walked at night to ask for directions, and waited for an opportunity to suck people's souls.

At the end of the mountain road, a small temple appeared, a small temple that was about to collapse in the next moment, the four temple walls had collapsed on two and a half sides, and only a broken temple top leaned against the remaining one and a half temple walls, and the firelight was through the round window on the half of the ruins.

Zhang Zhao hadn't eaten since last night, and his father's oil ran out so that he didn't dare to take half a step away from the bed. The time for the Li family to worship their ancestors is on Chinese New Year's Eve, which is a rare day of the year for the whole family to reunite, and the four murderers are not bad together. If the three brothers return to the county and go to the government after Chinese New Year's Eve, it will be difficult to have such an opportunity in a short time.

When his father died, he always had to be buried, and if the Li family learned about it, he was afraid that he would have some bad intentions. Only to be a thief for a thousand days, there is no way to prevent thieves for a thousand days, according to their treatment of their sister, coupled with the Li family's network in the county, they really have no other good way except to stay away from their homeland.

Now, finally, four people with swords, avenged the blood revenge, braved the torrential rain and walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, and then buried his father and sister, Zhang Zhao couldn't stand it even if he was beaten with iron, his stomach was so hungry that he was sour, and he was also happy to see the fire, which was equivalent to seeing a savior, and he could finally bake his clothes dry, and then roast and eat canned meat. Now it has only been more than three hours since he killed someone, and no one must know about this matter in the depths of this Sipo Mountain, so it is impossible to talk about whether he is wanted or not.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao's steps couldn't help but be much brisker, fortunately he was wearing rain boots, if it was ordinary leather boots, he was afraid that it would be all rain and mud, and it would be difficult to walk, so it was not too late to fill his stomach first, and then make plans.

Walking to the ruined temple, Zhang Zhao found that the real environment was even worse than he imagined.

I don't know what year and month the temple was built was originally not big, only about a dozen square meters, but the materials are real, all of them are made of blue bricks and black tiles.

It's just that now it seems that the temple has collapsed a long time ago, not because of this sudden rainstorm, looking at this messy stone paving, it is very likely that it was because of the landslide in the early years.

The walls of the temple were washed down by the falling rocks, causing the roof of the temple to fall, breaking all the statues of unknown gods enshrined in the temple.

The upper body of the idol rolled into a pile of rocks, revealing only a broken stubble, covered with vines and moss, which could not have been formed in a year or two, and I don't know how many years it had been deserted.

The lower half of the idol excitedly supports the half-fallen temple roof, and together with the remaining half-temple wall, it forms a dry space of five or six square meters, and a pile of firewood is burning. Coincidentally, the small space created by the collapse just blocked the cold wind through the mountains, so that the firewood on the ground burned vigorously and was not affected at all.

There was a shelf on the firewood, on which were strung with two rabbits that had been disemboweled, and a thin body was curled up in front of the fire, with his back to Zhang Zhao. His gray hair was tied in a bun with a hosta inserted into it. I don't know what kind of seasoning oil has been brushed on the rabbit's body, and the burnt fragrance is overflowing, and it is dripping down one by one, falling into the fire, crackling.

"Hello, I came up the mountain to worship my ancestors, because I like the mountain scenery and my relatives are separated, this heavy rain came too suddenly, it was dark again, I turned around in the mountains for a long time, I couldn't find the way down the mountain, I just saw a fire here, I came over, it was really disturbing. I don't know, if I can borrow a fire to roast, I'm soaking wet. ”

The back heard this, but did not turn back, "They are all passers-by, there is no need to be polite, and the poor road is also used here to get fire and fruit, how can there be any reason to refuse guests, if you want, you can sit inside, it will be warmer there." ”

Zhang Zhao chuckled in his heart, this person called himself an old man, his voice sounded really old, how could he speak so strangely, ancient, not like the speech of modern people, could it be said that he really met a spirit?

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhao smiled again, he had just finished killing four people, what kind of spirit were he afraid of, even if it was a real spirit, it was a big deal to fight hard, wouldn't he still be able to run if he couldn't beat it?

Zhang Zhao stepped over the broken wall and stone bricks on the ground, passed sideways by the back, accidentally rubbed the back body, quickly apologized, and carefully avoided the fire and roast rabbit on the ground, and then sat down under the complete gable.

"It turned out to be a little brother. The figure on the other side said with a smile.

Only then did Zhang Zhao notice that this self-proclaimed veteran figure was wearing a Taoist robe that could not be seen in its original color, with gray beard and gray hair, and a thin face, but a pair of bright and energetic eyes.

"Excuse me, old man. ”

"You're welcome, it's raining and windy, you have a change of clothes, take a change of clothes quickly, put the wet clothes by the fire and roast, and dry in a while. ”

Zhang Zhao was suddenly embarrassed, after he killed someone, he was in a hurry, it would be good to take care of his father and take the opportunity to take care of himself. I have a shovel, a sharp blade and money, and a few canned meat, but if I take it out at this time, how can I explain it?

Zhang Zhao's mind is still turning very fast, he has served in the military in Western Xinjiang, met a lot of special operations and participated in the rescue of missing travelers who went missing in the wilderness, and he did not shy away from suspicion at the moment, and said with a smile, "I like to travel, but this time I went out to worship my ancestors, and I left my clothes at home for a change of clothes, and I carried other standing items with me, which made the old Taoist smile." ”

Zhang Zhao said as he put down the shovel in his hand, took off his clothes, took out the sharp blade and money and put them on his legs, and took out canned meat, wearing only an army green vest on his body.

The old Taoist priest glanced at Zhang Zhao, "The little brother's body is good, and he can keep out the cold by wearing only a few single clothes in this cold winter." ”

Zhang Zhao explained, "I used to be a soldier, and I exercised every day, so it was naturally okay, and I didn't fall behind much in this journey." ”

Speaking here, the old Taoist priest made a stand with a few firewood branches casually, and motioned for Zhang Zhao to hang up his clothes and put them by the fire to bake. Zhang Zhao didn't postpone it, and after drying the clothes, he took off his pants and hung them up, and he didn't look like he was out at all.

The old Taoist priest nodded appreciatively, "You have a good character." He took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, pulled the cork from the seal, and immediately the aroma of wine overflowed.

"Drink some wine, warm up, no matter how good your body is, if you don't pay attention, you can easily get sick. After speaking, he took a sip and threw the bottle to Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao hurriedly picked up the wine bottle, he didn't expect to meet such a dusty warrior in the mountains and wilderness, he had long heard that there were many hermits who were tired of the world in Zhongnan Mountain to escape from the world and practice, and only accepted the offerings of lay people, and did not go down the mountain for more than ten years, but he didn't expect that there was such a person in these four mountains.

Zhang Zhao was originally a bold character, but he was suppressed in his early years because of his family, and now after killing people, he immediately let go of his heart, life and death have been downplayed, and one life is worth four lives.

Now in the wind and rain, sitting in the remnants of the Wilderness Mountain Temple, drinking and eating meat with an old Taoist priest, can be regarded as a happy thing, of course, those who come will not refuse.

Zhang Zhao took the wine bottle and drank three or four sips in succession, then stopped, the wine was in his stomach, and he immediately felt warm and comfortable in his limbs, only to feel that the blood was boiling all over his body, and when the blood was surging, his stomach immediately rumbled.

"I'm sorry, my stomach has been empty for a long time, and I've been hungry for a long time. ”

"Lao Dao didn't arrive a little early, and the two rabbits seem to be familiar, so they can use them at will. ”

Zhang Zhao couldn't hold back his hunger anymore, grabbed a rabbit and tore off the rabbit leg, and stuffed it into his mouth without caring about the heat, eating his mouth full of meaty aroma and oily at the corners of his mouth.

After eating a few bites of rabbit meat and drinking a sip of wine, Zhang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "With wine and meat, I'm content." After saying this, he handed the wine bottle back to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and shook it at Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao didn't understand how the old Taoist priest's flat chest and abdomen could take out these two catties of wine, and he didn't want to think about it, this kind of monk has his own unique skills, and it is not enough for outsiders.

How do you know that Zhang Zhao didn't answer the conversation here, but the old Taoist priest over there put the conversation on the line, "Enough, it's not enough." Lao Dao has wine, meat, and vegetables, and the wind and rain outside, thinking that singing and dancing, doesn't the little brother want to have something to accompany him?"

"Where's the food?"

The old Taoist priest unhurriedly took out a large bag from his arms, which was filled with all kinds of cold dishes, cold pork head meat, pig ears, fungus, shredded tofu, and even a few preserved eggs and cucumbers.

Zhang Zhao was speechless, this old Taoist must be a strange person, is it the reincarnation of a robot cat?" "I went out to worship my ancestors, and suddenly encountered a rainstorm, just a few self-defense items with me, how can I get anything to handle?"

The old Taoist priest said, "How can it not be, the old Taoist has wine and food, you have a story, while drinking and eating food, while listening to your story, accompanied by wind and rain, isn't it happy?"

Zhang Zhao smiled bitterly, "The old Taoist said that he was laughing, what is the story about me?"

The old Taoist priest clapped his hands and laughed, "Little brother, you just killed someone, and you still say that there is no story? The story of killing people must be a good story!"

Zhang Zhao's scalp suddenly went numb, and a pair of eyes looked at the opposite side like a falcon, wanting to see the other party to the end, but he felt that the old Tao on the other side was like an abyss, and he couldn't speak for a while.

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