The little beggar was lying on the ground for more than ten days with his wounds, and he was finally so good, although he was able to stand up, but there was still some faint pain in his body. Just lying down for a few days can only move the head, fortunately it is no problem to open the mouth to eat, slowly, the right hand can move, and finally there is no need for Lao Hua to stuff his mouth one by one, but he has been complained by Lao Hua for many days.

The wound on his left hand was almost healed, but his shoulder was still a little uncomfortable, and two vicious scars were pulled out from his forearm, slightly raised, much brighter than the surrounding skin. If you break your hands, you don't dare to forget them when you remember them. The sinister little beggar along the way didn't say anything, but hid it in the two deep scars and the places where it still hurts. He only picked up the things in Nanxi Village and told Lao Zhaohua about them, and said a lot of words about the ancient immortals, but Qi Xiaoxiao didn't mention them much, he felt that he couldn't understand it.

These days, in addition to practicing farts every day, Lao Hua instilled in the little beggar his new ideas of stealing ways, and occasionally took out a few novelty gadgets, making the little beggar's eyes shining, and he wanted to inherit the mantle of Lao Hua as soon as possible.

"I could move my feet and hands, so I quickly cleaned the temple. The old flower, who was meditating outside the door, saw the little beggar stand up, and the flat voice came over.

"Then you still need to say, I am thanks to the City God's family to save my life. The little beggar grinned.

"Didn't I carry you back?"

"Lord Chenghuang's family took me in. The little beggar ignored the old flowers, and walked around the broken temple, everyone on this stage is the gods of the sky, of course, you have to say that they are good first, and the gods are happy to hear it.

The City God Temple in Qiancheng is also dilapidated, or the little beggar has not seen the City God Temple with incense in these years, and he doesn't know when it will be broken, and even the small ding begging for incense is gone. Judging from the various idols whose faces are not clear, it is probably several years ago. The stone statue is covered with moss, mountain tigers, remnants of webs and flying spiders, the tattered temple roof is missing a lot of pieces, the gate has long been unknown, empty, only the wind and two named Hanako live in.

The little beggar walked around the stone statue for a week, but stopped in front of a statue whose head was mostly broken, and suddenly there was little sand in his eyes, and he wanted to cut off his eyes.

The little beggar had read a book before, and although the book did not say which god this stone statue belonged to, it always said what the stone statue in each direction represented. The little beggar looked at the stone statue in front of him, and the other immortals begging for incense were gone, only he was still there. If you want to say which thief who stole the incense tripod is so kind, but although this tripod is old, it has not shed much ash, only three burnt incense sticks are inserted in it.

Thinking about it, the little beggar secretly glanced at the old flowers outside the door, the old flowers at this time were heavy, and they seemed to roll up the invisible things in the air when they breathed in.

This idol is in charge of the birth, aging, sickness and death of living beings.

The little beggar didn't speak, quietly looked at the stone statue in front of him for a long time, and finally picked up the bamboo broom and cleaned it carefully. The little beggar who turned around didn't know that when he looked back at the stone statue, Lao Hua also opened his eyes and looked at it leisurely, and a gloomy look in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

"You go clean up the rest, I'll wipe this one. ”

The old flower outside the door didn't know when he arrived at the little beggar, and before he could react, he had already dusted off the fine ash on the rough stone statue little by little, and when he touched the cobweb, he quietly sent the entangled little spider to the ground, and continued to wipe it with his hands.

"Old flower, why don't you blow a wind to sweep it away?"

"When you meet God, you are sincere. ”

Lao Zhaohua only spit out four words lightly from his mouth, and then stopped talking. The little beggar looked at him with a sudden hint of some incomprehension. The old flowers in front of me seem to be much older and unfamiliar, and every time the palm of the hand is brushed on the stone statue, it is gentle and gentle, as if it is afraid of pain.

The sages said that sincerity is spirituality. His little beggar understood, looking at the back of the old flower that seemed to have a lot of vicissitudes, and silently remembered it in his heart, the sage said, good people are rewarded, you also have to bless the old flower.

This time, the little beggar swept very slowly, not only because of the old saying "When you meet a god, you are sincere", but also because the city god temple in Qiancheng is also much bigger than those small cities. In addition to the city god and the eight generals in the main hall, there are also many small gods in the side hall, these are all fairy characters that the little beggar has not seen before, and they have to be served.

When the little beggar had cleaned up the hall, Lao Hua finished sweeping the stone statue and looked at it quietly.

"Ready to go. ”

"Where's it going, won't you spend the night here?"

"In the mountains. Disturbing the immortals for too long, they didn't have a place to speak. ”

"Oh. The little beggar nodded blankly.

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The afterglow of the setting sun filled the sky overhead, burning the whole world red. The summer evening in Qiancheng is the most beautiful, the sky is dyed with clouds, and the pictures are spread out. The figure of the old man and the young walking was also stretched very long, walking towards the place where the sun set, and behind him was a lonely city god temple, leaving only the chirping of cicadas in the sunset. The spider, who couldn't bear to move, returned to the temple and carefully weaved a web, wanting to catch the cracks on the stone statue and settle down in a stormy home. In front of the stone statue in charge of life, old age, sickness and death, it once again returned to its empty and bare appearance, the incense Ding was gone, and a trace of residual sun was cast on the original position of Xiao Ding, and the cigarette smoke curled and lingered, lighting the long-lost liveliness in the City God Temple. It seems that it is really like what the old flower said, there is a sound of laughter, pushing the cup and touching the lamp, and drinking the remnants of the sky.

The little beggar walked around with the old flowers for a long time, and then reached the foot of the mountain. Looking up, the remnants of the glow in the sky stained the whole mountain and burned it, and every tree was a flame, and the verdant trees were connected into a sea of fire, burning quietly in the afterglow. When there was not even the last light in the sky, this bright fire was willing to be extinguished.

"The name of the mountain, the sunset. ”

Hearing this, the little beggar nodded with great approval, looking at the sunset and the mountains, the flames all over the mountains were born with the sunset and extinguished with the sunset.

But after nodding, the little beggar suddenly frowned again, tilting his head and wondering: "Why is this City God Temple not in the city?"

"There are a total of nine City God Temples in the world that are not in the city, and when you see these temples in the future, you will go and sweep them. Lao Hua's calm voice sounded in the ears of the little beggar, just like the dilapidated City God Temple, with the taste of vicissitudes.

"Oh. ”

"The nine temples, corresponding to the nine people in the hall, are all good people, gods and goddesses. Lao Hua looked at the gray trees all over the mountain, and there was some indescribable taste in his eyes, just like when he was in the temple, the little beggar saw it. "The reason why it was built outside the city is because Qiancheng is a home that the nine immortals can't return to. ”

"Is that immortal who cares about life and death?" the little beggar looked up at the old flower.

"Yes. ”

"He is a good man, he doesn't want the life of a little beggar. ”

"They're all good people. There seemed to be a blazing flame burning in her eyes, and the entire mountain forest was reflected in her eyes, just like the red left by the sunset on this mountain forest before.

The two of them, one older and one younger, fell silent, lit a fire in the woods, sat quietly, watched the sparks crackle, and lit up the little beggar's eyes. It was dark in the woods again, and I sat down around the fire, and there were fewer people, but the little beggar's heart was much calmer. The City God Temple is the home where the little beggar sleeps, but the old flower is the home in the heart, and they dare to live in peace and sleep soundly, and they are all sheltered from the wind and rain along the way.

"Why don't you spend the night at the City God Temple?"

"Drink. ”

The little beggar was still puzzled, and he was so clueless that he was talking about it, but he wiped his hand on his waist pocket, and took out a wine jar.

"Drink? ”

The little beggar shrank his head and nodded, looking at the old flower and laughing. Don't look at his little beggar shouting "good wine, good meat, good beauty" all day long, but where have you ever drunk. In the past, Lao Hua didn't let it, saying that it was a taste that only adults could drink, so when he asked him if he drank alcohol today, he was still full of excitement, and it seemed that the little beggar had grown up.

The little beggar took the wine jar, which was very weighty, heavy in his hand, through the wine waves, the full moon was clear, rippling in the jar. He brought the jar to his nose and sniffed it, but it was as heavy as a jar of wine. Xiaozui lay on the mouth of the altar, and as soon as the jar was mentioned, a large mouthful of wine was poured down his throat, but before he entered his throat, he hurriedly turned his head and coughed. At this time, the little beggar's eyebrows and eyes were twisted together painfully, and a spicy sensation burned in his throat, and the wine entered his stomach and burned with it.

"It doesn't taste good at all. The little beggar who had just finished coughing turned his head and looked at the old man with a resentful face, strange and aggrieved.

Lao Hua, who had been silent all day, was amused by the scene in front of her, and the birds in the forest were disturbed a lot. "You don't understand his taste. Lao Hua said, smiling faintly and shaking her head.

"Who said it, bitter and astringent, and a little spicy. ”

Lao Hua still only shook his head, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and looked obliquely at the moon in the sky.

The full moon is thousands of miles, the wind in the mountains and forests on a summer night whispers softly, and there are fine insects and fireflies, lighting up the light in the darkness. The little man under the tree was about to go to sleep after drinking, and curled up beside the old flower, his little face was red. The person who looked up at the moon had silver in his eyes, hiding a deep loneliness hanging on the moon, and the wine jar in his hand was raised and raised, empty and empty, and he clinked glasses with the bright moon and got drunk.

The fire of Sunset Mountain was extinguished, the fire of Sunset Mountain was ignited again, a small cluster in the forest at night, the fire was very old and old, but it was still lit, and the people sitting around took wine to worship the moon, to respect heaven and earth, not to respect ghosts and gods, and to respect themselves this hearty.

The turbid wine is a turbidity, not more delicate than fine wine, and it is the feelings of the Zheng Zheng man hiding in his waist and walking the rivers and lakes. The little beggar can't drink it, but he always calls the flower to understand but doesn't say it, everyone's turbid wine has to drink it by themselves, so that they understand that the full moon in the spicy and bitter is like water.

A leaf climbed up to the mouth, provoked the smell of wine, and floated in the wind, to sleep in a dream.

Drink turbid wine, hide the mountain at sunset, and catch a pot of bright moon.

Push the cup and change the lamp, the cobweb plate, steal a lifetime and have peace of mind.

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Flowing fireflies, the night is dark and bright, fighting for a wisp of wildfire Du Kang.

The incense was burned, the ashes were invited to be buried, and the crying was melancholy.

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