Walking out of the stone steps that were now covered with moss and thorns, he finally arrived at the valley where the broken temple in the mouth of the sword was located.

In this valley, it is obvious that the sun is not seen all year round, and all kinds of shade-loving snakes and insects are everywhere under the tiles of the wall. The wind blew through my ears, and the smell of mildew came to my nose.

Jian Wuzheng looked at this half-collapsed ruined temple, and his eyes were a little dim.

Decades ago, he couldn't be saved. It's the same decades later.

Jiang Baochan saw that it was getting late, and hurriedly urged Jian Wuzheng to go first to make a fire.

In such a place where snakes and insects gather, if you don't make a fire in time, the ghost knows what the two big living people will attract.

As flames rose from the wreckage of broken tables and chairs, the sky grew darker. In the twilight, the whispers of insects are full.

Jian Wuzheng used the flame to roast the dried steamed bun he was carrying, broke half of it and handed it to Jiang Baochan, Jiang Baochan took it silently, and the two of them ate the steamed bun silently and gnawed on the meat strips. Maybe in this environment, there will really be an unnatural silence.

Probably swallowed hard, Jian Wuzheng rolled his eyes, beat his chest a few times, and worked hard for a long time before swallowing the dry steamed bun.

Jiang Baochan glanced at Jian Wuzheng, whose face was pale, and he was also very helpless to this guy who had no elders, so he had to shake his head: "Why do you have to swallow it dry, you can't drink saliva?"

Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly: "You are not afraid of drinking the water in this temple and being poisoned?"

The little marquis licked off the last bit of oil on the tip of his fingers: "I have a water bladder hanging on the side of my horse." ”

"Where's your horse?" Jian Wuzheng sneered: "Little Marquis, your ...... What about the horses?"

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Baochan suddenly woke up, and always felt that something was missing, it turned out that the horse was gone?!

Looking at the little treasure toad who sat back by the bonfire with a wry smile, Jian Wuzheng got up and patted the dust on his buttocks, walked to the offering table, and found three of them from a large pile of broken bamboo incense. It was lit with a candle, bowed three times, and inserted into the small tripod held by the bronze man with three thumbs high.

Then he took out a slightly shorter one from the incense pile, lit it, bowed it, and inserted it in front of a dusty tablet.

After doing this series of things, Jian Wuzheng turned over and jumped onto the offering table, detoured behind the Buddha statue, and somewhere turned out a dusty clay jar.

A slight blow blows, and the house is full of dust.

When the dust settled, Jian Wuzheng wiped his face with his sleeve. With one palm, he slapped the sealing mud and tore off the white red cloth covering his head.

A faint aroma gradually permeated the room.

"Wine?!" The monk hides wine in the temple?! This is a great disrespect to the Buddha!

Jian Wuzheng glanced at him, raised the jar and poured a few big mouthfuls, and then handed the much lighter jar to Jiang Baochan: "Do you want to drink?"

Drink, anyway, he was originally a master who did not respect gods and Buddhas, but there was no taboo. However, drinking in the monk's temple is really a taste.

Jiang Baochan held the wine jar and unceremoniously drank the remaining small half of the jar.

Don't say it, this wine is less spicy than the local wine, but it is sweet and refreshing, and it has a hint of fruity aroma compared to the rice wine, which is also a sweet wine.

"Finished drinking?"

Jiang Baochan nodded and put the empty jar aside.

"Then sleep" Jian Wuzheng pushed the fire aside with a wrist-thick table leg, revealing the white green bricks roasted underneath: "Sleep here, warm." “

Jiang Baochan nodded, and slept on the somewhat hot green bricks in his clothes, and a trace of heat continued to steam and roast from the back, removing the cold on his body, and the person who roasted it was warm all over, and he wanted to sleep unconsciously.

Jian Wuzheng went to the back and hugged some broken tables and chairs, broke them and put them aside for later use. Seeing that Jiang Baochan's face was sleepy and refused to close his eyes, Jian Wuzheng snorted: "There is realgar in the wine, and I am guarding the bonfire, you can sleep with confidence." “

Jiang Baochan squinted his eyes and smiled: "In the future, I will call you Old Sword, Uncle Jian is weird." “

Jian Wuzheng didn't bother to take care of him, and fiddled with the firewood a few times to burn the fire more vigorously.

"Old Jian, who is the tablet you worshipped just now?"

"The Old Man"

"Oh"