"This is the broken temple that my husband said, I didn't expect that there was really no family along the official road, not even a vehicle, it was really unusual. ”

Han Lin thought secretly in his heart, he looked at the ruined temple in front of him, this temple looked very old, due to the shade of the nearby trees, there was some gloom, people couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines at a glance.

"I'm afraid I'll only be able to spend one night here today. ”

Han Lin looked up at the sky, the sun had completely set the mountain, and it wouldn't be long before it would be dark all around, and at that time, those insects and pigs in the mountains would run out to feed, if they accidentally encountered these beasts, they would not reason with you, they would be injured at least and with no bones left.

Han Lin didn't think that his little arms and legs could fight these beasts.

With this in mind, Han Lin decided to go into this ruined temple to rest for one night.

After entering this dilapidated temple, what caught Han Lin's eyes was a collapsed god statue, the god statue was cut off by someone waist to waist, as if someone had some deep hatred with it, even the offering table in front of the god statue was kicked down, not to mention the offerings on the offering table, which had long disappeared.

The only thing intact in the temple was the solitary futon in front of the statue, although it was also covered with dust. But as long as you wipe it, it's okay to make do with it as a pillow tonight, Han Lin is not so pampered, for him, it can be used.

"The gods are above, Xiaosheng is here for the night today, hoping that the gods will make it convenient. If you win the champion after your birthday, you will rebuild the treasure land for your gods. ”

Han Lin made a gesture towards the bust, and then he found some dry straw in the temple and spread it in front of the fallen offering table.

Han Lin put the bookcase on the straw, groped inside, took out a piece of dry cake, and ate a few bites of the water grass in the kettle, he was not very hungry.

After dinner, Han Lin took out the scroll again, and while he had not rested, he was ready to review his homework for a while.

Swish!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning lit up, followed by a loud thunderbolt, and then a heavy rain fell between the heavens and the earth.

"It's a weird day, with snow in the morning, sun at noon, and rain at night. ”

Han Lin tightened the clothes on his body, and simply took the thick clothes he brought, but he didn't have to be too afraid of the cold.

It's just that on this stormy night, he doesn't have the heart to read.

Han Lin's mind kept echoing the story that the hunchbacked old man told him, the story about Feixiandu.

"In this world, are there really immortals?"

Suddenly, Han Lin chuckled lightly and ridiculed what he had just thought.

"Zi Bu is silent, Han Lin, Han Lin, you are still a scholar yourself, how can you believe in these gods and ghosts!"

Han Lin gently put down the scroll in his hand, he seemed to have convinced himself, but was this really the case?

Is the mysterious old man who ferries and the fog that suddenly filled the river really a natural occurrence? And that paragraph, is that old man so sure that Han Lin will ride his bamboo raft again in the future?

Thinking of this, Han Lin's brows gradually furrowed again.

"That's it, since I can't figure it out, then I don't think about it anymore, and I'm not in the mood to study today, so let's rest early, and I'll have to hurry tomorrow morning." ”

Han Lin didn't want to think about it anymore, so he wiped the futon for a while, then put it under his head and lay down on the dry straw, although there was no bedding, it was not very cold.

It's just that he tosses and turns on this straw, and he never sleeps. The wind outside was blowing very strongly, and the wood in the temple creaked and creaked somewhere, and it was a little noisy, and the rain was quite heavy, and there was no sign of abating.

Knock! Knock!

Three in a row.

Was it the sound of a knock on the door? Han Lin woke up from his sleep in a daze, he thought he had heard it wrong, after all, how could there be people in this wilderness, let alone such a rainstormy night.

Knock! Knock!

There were three regular knocks on the door, and now Han Lin concluded that he had not heard it wrong, but in this wilderness, a ruined temple, Han Lin suddenly remembered those Zhiwei novels he had read before, and it was difficult to really encounter some ghosts and monsters.

But soon, Han Lin knew who was outside the door, only to hear an old voice coming from outside the door.

"Can the people in the temple open the door, the old man is a passerby, today there is a sudden rainstorm in the sky, and it is a little difficult to walk, so I want to spend the night here, hoping to make it convenient. ”

The voice sounded a little anxious, as if it was really an ordinary old man who was at a loss when he encountered a heavy rain. Han Lin thought about it again and again, and decided to let people come in first.

Han Lin took off the bolt of the door, and a biting cool breeze greeted him, and standing at the door was an old man less than five feet tall, with a withered face, a goatee, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes.

The old man was hidden under a hooded coat, and looked very thin.

Seeing Han Lin open the door, the old man's face was happy, and he entered the broken temple, and the moment he entered the broken temple, Han Lin subconsciously wanted to help the old man, after all, the old man looked weak.

However, just as Han Lin stretched out his hand to help the old man, the old man's face suddenly changed, and he instantly grinned his teeth, as if he wanted to eat Han Lin. Frightened, Han Lin's hands trembled, and he quickly took it back, but when he took it back, Han Lin intentionally or unintentionally touched the arm of the old man with triangular eyes.

When he touched the old man's arm, Han Lin's face changed suddenly, but he quickly regained his composure.

The old man also seemed to notice Han Lin's movements, and turned around and showed a rather ugly smile to Han Lin. After smiling, the old man did not make any other moves, turned around and found a place to sit in front of the idol, and sat down cross-legged on his own legs, as if he was breathing something.

And Han Lin sat down directly at the door, looking at the old man who seemed to be closing his eyes for a while, and looking at the door for a while, his heart seemed to be tormented like a river and a sea.

Just now, the moment his hand touched the old man, he clearly felt that it was not a hand, but a hairy claw.

How could a person have a hairy claw, so the answer is already coming out, although I don't believe it, but this old man who sat cross-legged in front of him is not a person, but a monster.

Although he had long seen in some books that this kind of barren mountains and mountains were prone to mountain spirits and monsters, in the past, Han Lin only regarded these as jokes, and even hoped to meet them once.

But this time it really happened, but it made Han Lin a little frightened, this old man is not a good match at first glance, if he is not careful today, I am afraid that he will die here.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but if he doesn't fulfill his father's last wish, he can't die even if he dies.

The only way to do this is to find an opportunity to slip away. Although it was a raging storm outside, it was safer than staying in this ruined temple.