A drizzling rain became heavier and heavier when Yang Jian and his party ran back in the rain, and gradually formed a situation of heavy rain.

Accompanied by the heavy rain, there is naturally the noisy wind in the mountains, the girls used to shade the sun, and now it is used as a sun umbrella to protect against the rain, but now it has become an obstacle, and the petite girls are almost blown up by the wind with the umbrella.

Fortunately, Wang Jun immediately asked them to put away the sun umbrella, and everyone walked forward in the rain together, and finally arrived safely at the broken house that Fu Jie, that is, the man with the eyes, said.

Anyway, this dilapidated house is indeed dilapidated enough. The roof of the tiles has fallen in half, the walls are ruined and overgrown with weeds, and there is a stone statue in the main house, but unfortunately the head is gone, holding a stone stick in his hand, but Yang Jian hurriedly glanced at it, judging that it should be a damaged weapon according to the length of the stone stick, and only that piece of stick remains.

Although the dilapidated house is not big, and the roof is still mostly damaged and allowed the heavy rain to fall into the house, the only remaining corner with a roof is the only choice for everyone at this time.

By this time, everyone's clothes were soaked, because of the climbing, so everyone left their clothes in the hotel where they stayed the night before, and only brought some food and water in their bags.

"I'm sorry!" Wang Jun stood up apologetically, "I didn't expect a heavy rainstorm, and everyone was trapped here, and their clothes were soaked." ”

Everyone was drenched in heavy rain, soaked up and down, and trapped in a dilapidated house in this barren mountain range, and it was inevitable that they had some resentment towards Wang Jun in their hearts. But such a delicate beauty took the initiative to apologize, and Wang Jun was indeed not to blame for the sudden change in the weather, so everyone was relieved.

"Hey, Minister, look at what you said! You can be blamed for this, if you want to blame God, the weather will change. ”

The fat man, as the company's "living treasure", was the first to speak, but as soon as the words fell, a lightning bolt crossed the sky, which scared the fat man to jump.

"Damn! It won't be so effective, God, I didn't say anything, you have a lot of them, just let me go!" the fat man said seriously.

With the fat man's gag, everyone's grievances were not so big, Yang Jian hurriedly struck while the iron was hot at this time, diverting everyone's attention, "Eh, who smoked and brought a lighter? There is some dry firewood and hay here, make a fire and bake clothes, don't freeze and catch a cold." ”

Maybe it was really uncomfortable to get wet all over the body, or maybe it was to cooperate with Yang Jian not to make Wang Jun feel so guilty, everyone gathered the dry firewood in the corner one after another, and lit two fires in the leeward behind the headless stone statue, the temperature increased a lot, and they no longer felt so cold.

There was nothing to say for a while, the girl who Yang Jian helped with the bag before the rain was called Zuo Zuo, and at this time she sat next to Yang Jian with her body crossed, looking at the pouring rain outside the house and said, "When will this rain stop? We won't spend the night here, right?"

Yang Jian took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there was no signal but it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and there was no sign of stopping the rain for a while, it was estimated that he might really have to spend the night here as Zuo Zuo said.

"It's okay Zuozuo, there are so many of us here, it doesn't matter if you really spend the night here, the fat brother will protect you!" the fat man patted his chest and said proudly. It's a pity that the left girl ignored him, just stared at the fire in a daze.

But the fat man's words are right, even if Yang Jian and his party really want to spend the night in this broken house, it is not a big deal, except for the clothes that are soaked, everyone has food and drink, and it is absolutely no problem to survive all night, and the dry firewood and hay that have just been collected can be burned in turn to roast everyone's clothes.

At this time, Yang Jian found that Wang Jun was standing behind the stone statue and looking at something, stood up, patted his buttocks, walked to her side, and said, "Minister, why are you so serious?" Wang Jun glanced at Yang Jian and said, "Look! This is not a broken house, but Erlang Temple!"

Yang Jian looked up and saw a piece of classical Chinese engraved on the back of the stone statue, although some words were blurred, but it did not prevent Yang Jian from understanding the meaning of this article.

It is said that in ancient times, the war disasters for many years, and the evil dragon suppressed by the Minjiang River escaped, making waves, making floods and droughts, and the people were subjected to seedlings. In desperation, the people raised funds to build this Erlang Temple, hoping that Erlang God could subdue the evil dragon again and save the people from fire and water. After the construction of the Erlang Temple was completed, the people around came to worship, and the Erlang God really appeared, led the dog to the carving, subdued the evil dragon again, and suppressed it back into the water of the Minjiang River.

I see! Yang Jian nodded secretly, which can also explain why there is such a dilapidated house in this barren mountain range.

Since ancient times, the worship of Erlang God in Sichuan is the most prosperous, where to drive away the plague, subjugate the demon town, rectify the flood, festival games and other traditional folk behaviors, all move to invite Erlang, a large number of legends about Erlang, compiled into a variety of dramas, and even affect the name of the place, the name of the mountain. Among them, the Erwang Temple, which has stood on the east bank of the Min River in Dujiangyan so far, is the most, and is worshiped as the protector of the land of Sichuan and Shu, also known as the "Lord of Sichuan".

Yang Jian turned around and pointed to the stone carving and said to everyone: "It's okay now! We are in the territory of Erlang God Yang Jian, and we have the second master to protect us, so you don't have to worry about it tonight!"

Most of the people present are natives of Shudu, who grew up listening to the stories of Erlang God Yang Jian, splitting mountains to save their mothers, searching mountains and subduing demons, and Erlang capturing evil dragons, almost all of them can say one or two completely. At this time, I found that the dilapidated house I was staying in was actually Erlang Temple, and I felt a sense of security.

The fat man smiled and said, "That's it, and if the second master Yang Jian doesn't show his spirit, don't we have a second brother Yang Jian!" Everyone laughed, and Yang Jian also smiled bitterly and nodded the fat man, "Come on! How can I have the magic power of Erlang Zhenjun." ”

However, since he was a child, because he had the same pronunciation as Yang Jian's name, he ranked second in the old Yang family, so when he was a child, whenever the elders told Yang Jian the legend of Erlang God, Yang Jian would feel his blood boiling, and he felt that he was Erlang God Yang Jian. Every time I play pretend games with my friends, Yang Jian has always been the best choice for Erlang God.

After a tiring day of climbing, it rained again, and there was no signal on the mobile phone, and after eating some food, everyone found some hay to sleep on, although it was a night in the wilderness, but there was nothing terrible about so many people together.

Yang Jian added a few more sticks of firewood to the fire to make the fire stronger, and after making sure that it could burn for a while longer, he slowly fell asleep relying on the broken stone statue of Erlang God Yang Jian.

In his sleep, Yang Jian seemed to see a dignified man, wearing a helmet and armor, with a third standing eye on his forehead, a majestic dog sitting on his left, and an eagle standing on his shoulder, which was the image of Yang Jian, the true monarch of Erlang Xiansheng!