The door of the first quiet room on the east side of Kaiyang Temple is closed.

A middle-aged man dressed as a handyman stood on tiptoe and paced back and forth outside the door, looking very anxious with a bitter face.

Sometimes he looked determined, and raised his hand to approach the door.

Suddenly he put it down again, and then paced back and forth, and did not knock on the door for a long time.

A hoarse voice came from the quiet room, slightly impatient.

"Are you bothered? If you want to go, you can leave, if you want to knock, knock, why are you sneaking around and disturbing my Qingxiu?"

Qingxu Lao Dao sat cross-legged on the futon, looking tired and a little angry at this time.

He had already heard a noise outside, sat down and waited for him to knock on the door, and then said, "Come in." ”

Who knew that after waiting for a quarter of an hour, there was no sound for a long time.

Now he has a sore back, and if it weren't for the sake of maintaining his image, he really wanted to scold.

The middle-aged man's face was solemn, and his body leaned forward slightly against the door, a little slurred.

"Lord, the ....... It's the ......."

Lao Dao took a deep breath and said gently, "Ah Fu, you contracted the wind chill last night?"

Ah Fu was afraid that he would be scolded for disturbing Lao Dao's retreat, and when he heard Lao Dao's gentle concern, he even choked up a little.

"Thank you for your thoughts, Ah Fu slept peacefully last night, and woke up refreshed this morning, and his body was very good. ”

The old way was more gentle.

"Are your legs sore?"

Ah Fu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "It's not sour." ”

Three words are like detonating a volcano that has been brewing for a long time.

"Then what are you pretending to be a lame man with a big tongue? Why don't you let the old man climb in!"

Ah Fu's body trembled and showed fear, and he entered the door tremblingly, and hurriedly said it from beginning to end, speaking very quickly and in one go.

In a few moments, an even more violent roar pierced through the ramparts, and the whole chamber seemed to tremble, and the half-hidden door trembled and opened and closed uncertainly.

"What?!!?!

"It is said that fattening and then killing, fattening and killing ......"

"Lao Tzu has fed me sorghum shells for five years, and I haven't tasted a lump of meat!

Lao Dao's face was full of red light, and he grabbed Ah Fu's shirt with both hands, swaying back and forth frantically, and spit stars splashed everywhere.

The latter looked numb and loveless.

.......................................

On a straight path, a short-legged horse with purple horns moved slowly, step by step.

On his broad back lay a young Taoist with a sword scabbard and grass roots in his mouth.

A man and a horse are all lips constantly opening and closing at this time.

"Don't complain, most of the copper is spent on your horse food, what can I do if I run out of money?"

The horse's head was sometimes tilted towards the Taoist, and on one side his mouth was crooked and twisted to make a humming sound, and on the other side, the big eyes of the copper bell kept rolling his eyes back.

Qing Han walked leisurely all the way, squinting at the scenery in the distance and feeling the sweetness in his mouth.

The horse had been playing tricks all the way, and had traveled less than twenty miles in a few days.

But he didn't care, anyway, it was much more comfortable than walking on two legs.

Thinking of this, Qing Han touched its head with a smile.

"What's wrong with walking the world with me, how can you be a strange beast living in a small mountain?"

Ma Mu was sideways, obviously not wanting to pay attention to this person.

The corners of Qing Han's mouth turned up, increasing the force of stroking the horse's head, giving birth to a heart of teasing and playing.

While touching, he said word by word.

"Did you say it? Ah Zi~"

The horse shuddered, goosebumps formed under its fur, and it kept roaring and screaming.

The man gave it many names along the way, none of which matched its excellent temperament, and it sounded disgusting.

At the beginning, the old man called it a single horn, at least it was a little domineering.

"Don't like it?"

"Ash?"

"Scorched?"

"A horse is still very demanding......

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On the jagged hill in the field, a middle-aged man is carrying a farm tool in one hand and a boy of about four or five years old behind him, and the father and son are on their way home.

The middle-aged man had to look back every few steps, and although he was sweating profusely and tired, he couldn't hide his loving look.

The boy was born white and chubby, and he looked quite cute, sometimes looking around happily, sometimes pointing to something unknown, with a look of curiosity and excitement.

At this moment, the boy looked suspiciously at a field not far away.

A few strangely dressed little girls sat on the dirt, digging with their hands in the dirt with their heads buried in their heads.

"Dad, what do you see they're doing?"

The middle-aged man looked in the direction the boy was pointing.

Strange glance at the boy.

Although he has always loved his son very much, he has always expected him to study hard, and in the future, he will have a good chance to enter the town and even go to the capital to find a position, and he has never let him go to the ground.

This time, this kid insisted on following and seeing, but anyway, a child born in a village shouldn't even know about this kind of thing.

But he smiled and touched the child's head.

"That's people at work. ”

"Oh, that's right, then I'll help my dad next time. ”

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "What can you do with your thin arms?"

The boy pouted and said, "They're thinner than my arms." ”

As he spoke, he waved excitedly to the other side, and called out loudly with his hands in the shape of a trumpet.

The girls stopped their movements in unison, turned their heads sideways and seemed to look at the boy carefully, then turned back and continued to turn the dirt, but did not respond to him.

The middle-aged man disagreed, and the child always said something inconsequential along the way.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you kid, people have a lot more strength than you. ”

The father and son made their way back to the village, and the boy pointed to a locust tree full of curiosity.

"Look, Dad, what are they doing when they're running so fast?"

The middle-aged man looked back helplessly when he heard this.

Several girls were walking in circles under the tree, occasionally raising their little hands and jumping around.

The middle-aged man rubbed the boy's head.

"That's them playing a game, haven't you played it before? ”

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When the dry and cool weather reached nightfall, there were dark clouds and strong winds, and countless electric thunder snakes shuttled through it, and a muffled roar was brewing, making the creatures under the dome feel depressed.

Rumble!

After a while, it rained heavily, and lightning and thunder lit up the figure of Tsing Yi riding a horse on the ground.

The sparse sound of horses' hooves became quicker, and the sounds of urging and grumbling children could be heard in the distance.

"Ah Zi, hurry, run faster, run faster. ”

Qing Han didn't know where to take out the coat and hat and put them on his body.

The road was muddy under the hooves, and the figure gradually faded away, obliterated by the sound of wind and rain.

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Running all the way against the wind and rain.

Not far from the roadside, I found a small dilapidated temple.

Qing Han entered the small temple and took off his coat and hat and put it aside, brushed his hair with his sleeves, and shook the hem of his clothes.

"My body is all wet, so let's make a fire to warm up my body first. ”

Ah Zi's gray hair was wet, a low hum came from his mouth, he shook his body a few times, shook Qing Han with a smile, raised his head and shook his big head, his lips were crooked, revealing his white teeth, and he seemed to be extremely proud.

"How do you act like a child. ”

Qing Han reluctantly took off his green shirt and glanced around the temple.

The temple was covered in dust, tattered cobwebs, and the other side was completely buried by a collapse, and the roof was dripping with rainwater.

Even the statues of the gods inside had collapsed and faded, and a wooden board had been erected on the front door, and there were a few sunken couches with some withered yellow straw beside them.

Fortunately, the terrain is uneven, and the rainwater can still circulate towards the low-lying places, and the rainwater from the outside cannot enter, making this side quite dry.

Qing Han took down the wooden plank and folded it into sections to make a fire, sat in the grass nest around the idol, glanced at the idol, put the Xuanjian in his hand on his knees, and retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.

If this idol is not incomplete, it must be kind and kind, and the law is friendly.

It's just that although Qinghan is a person in the Daomen, he never recognizes the portrait of the gods.

Xu felt that the surroundings were warm, and Ah Zi had already arrived next to the fire, as if he felt that the grass nest was too small, and arched the withered grass around him with his long mouth.

I actually sat down in a cold sitting position, and then closed my eyes.

The body kept twisting and twisting, his eyes were sometimes half-closed, looking down at the side of the green cold and motionless mountain, his breathing gradually became heavy, and his nose hummed.

Qing Han didn't know what this horse was thinking, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, adjusted his breathing slightly, and his heart was completely calm.

It's been a long time.

The wind and rain outside the temple were even greater.

The rain was pouring and crackling.

The boom thunderbolt was deafening.

The pale electric light flashed, the fire in the temple was erratic, and the shadows of a man and a horse sitting upright were high and low, reflecting around the statue, gradually distorting and deforming.

But at this time, the sound of treading water sounded outside the temple.