When I opened my eyes, I was greeted not by the familiar beams, but by the starry roof.

My heart is in the air, the shop has been demolished?

I struggled to my feet and found that this was not my family's shop, but a ruined temple.

The clay statue of the Buddha is covered with thick dust, the fingertips of the Dharma seal are hung with cobwebs, and there is not a single dish on the desk that holds the tribute, presumably stolen by someone, leaving only a useless incense burner that has been stolen, and it is placed alone in the center. The ancient Buddha has a kind face, and let people take away what few utensils he has left, and he can't see the joy and sorrow, so magnanimous and compassionate, but he does not lose the ancient temple.

Master and another man and woman gathered around a bonfire, talking and laughing in the open space in front of the Buddha statue.

I walked over in a daze, grabbed Master's bun and dangled it, "How did we get here?"

Master grabbed my wrist and didn't let me toss anymore: "Aren't we going to move, no matter how I shouted at you this morning, you couldn't wake up, I really couldn't help it, so I found a donkey cart, you slept in the car for a day and a night, and we all walked out of the three counties so far." ”

The man on the other side of the campfire also came over to talk and asked my master, "Is this your son?"

The master smiled: "Apprentice." ”

The man looked at me and said with a smile: "You look so handsome, how are you learning your craft? ”

Master laughed out loud, and instinctively leaned back as he had been in the shop. I listened to this conversation and felt both sad and heartbroken, so I slammed my knees on the back of Master's head.

The master took a heavy blow and still didn't change, rubbing the back of his head with one hand, while holding back a smile, and explained succinctly: "It's a girl." ”

I said in my heart that you are laughing at a fart, and the two of us are in the same vein when we talk about stumbling, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me for being ugly? I am not angry with that man, after all, it is not his fault that I am ugly and he misunderstood, and we must at least take one of the good people, right?

The man felt rude and apologized again and again, and I felt a little more comfortable, and it has always been difficult to annoy people who are well-mannered.

I took a closer look at the two men's dress, the man was dressed in a green shirt, with a package and a long sword beside him, dressed like a ranger, his beard was cleanly shaven, and his appearance was elegant, more like a scholar than a ranger. The other woman simply didn't bring any luggage, her appearance was good, and she was beautiful with a bit of rural atmosphere, and she should also be a beauty in the countryside, and she didn't say much, but a pair of watery eyes always floated to the elegant ranger.

It stands to reason that these two people are not supposed to be here.

I'm a little curious about the identities of those two, after all, it will definitely not be ordinary people who want to stay in the deserted temple at night, and those who can't go to the village and don't have a store have to spend the night and talk about the past, but we are now here, and there is a village within ten miles of further walk.

Master and I don't have the money to live in a hotel, but these two people are well-dressed, and they really don't look like people who lack that little money.

I was cranky, the ancient temple in the deserted village in the commentary has always been a place where the heroes of the rivers and lakes suffered, either they were turned over by sweat and medicine to make steamed bun filling, or they were squeezed dry by the female ghost and fox demon, and now the master is trying to save money and live in the broken temple, didn't he meet two weirdos?

Seeing that my eyes wandered on him, the young man guessed my thoughts, and heartily introduced his life experience: "Girl, you don't have to worry, my name is An Ge, I am a child of a family who traveled from the Southern Gate, and was stolen and entangled on the road. ”

I was skeptical, and the man leaned his palm to the woman's side again, and introduced on his behalf: "This girl sprained her foot in a hurry at night, and there is really no place to rest, so she was wronged and settled here for a while. ”

The woman didn't seem to be good at words, and nodded at me as a greeting.

I knew in my heart that the man who called himself An Ge had something to say, and he raised the face of the master on the surface, and told me that he did not know this woman, but that the master was meddling.

But since I wasn't a monster, I had nothing to worry about, and my vigilance relaxed, and the fatigue of a day and a night of tossing and turning on the donkey cart came to me, and my stomach made a sound of hunger.

The man was understanding, took out a hare from the package, and said, "If you don't dislike it, can I prepare some rabbit meat for you?"

I was just about to refuse, but the master, who was sitting at my feet, raised his head again and said, "You're welcome, this brother is very good at his craft!"

I said in my heart that no matter how good your craftsmanship is, you can't treat yourself as an outsider like this, and besides, what if he gives you sweat medicine...... But that's right, there is a beautiful girl sitting next to her, and it is really not my turn to give my grandfather and I want to take sweat medicine......

I didn't want to go, I wanted to find some firewood to add to the fire, but I didn't find any branches after looking around, probably because I had already picked up a clean one for the master, and there were very few outside the ruined temple, after all, this was not a barren mountain or a wild mountain, and the branches that fell on the side of the road had already been carried home by the farmers who had passed by.

The man waved my hand to signal that I should not worry, drew his long sword, and slashed at a withered yellow bush outside the door, which broke in two.

"It hurts Lao Tzu to death. ”

There was a faint grumble.

I was stunned, not like the young man's voice. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully to the movement outside, click, click, all the sound of chopping wood cleanly.

I guess I misheard. I thought to myself.

"You can't just tap?"

An unfamiliar voice came again.

There must be no mistake! It wasn't the young man's, and it wasn't the master's, so I was terrified and grabbed the master's arm: "Did you hear that?"

"What do you hear, are you stupid?" said Master, looking at me strangely.

I had no choice but to ask the woman for help, and the woman was startled by my question, and nervously motioned for Master to keep quiet, pricking up her ears to listen to the sound outside the door with me.

"Lao Tzu followed you, it's like eight lifetimes of blood mold. ”

The woman's face turned pale, and she turned her head with difficulty and asked me with her eyes if I heard me.

I was no better than her, and the palm of the hand holding Master's arm was sweating profusely, and she nodded desperately.

Eighty percent is really hell, I don't know who of the four people in this broken temple will suffer first?

Master is ugly and poor, I think that the monster can't look down on him, I'm miserable, although I am also ugly, but after all, I am young, and it is better than Master.

The worst thing is this little girl with a white face, this poor and delicate appearance is not only a monster who loves to eat, but she is the first to suffer.

I hope that An Ge, who is holding a long sword, can withstand the catastrophe, but he is alone, in case the monster thinks he is not easy to provoke, maybe he will let him go.

"You don't want to lose face, I still want to save face, who carelessly serves Lao Tzu in the exchange of others? I really don't have long eyes to fall in love with you ......"

I listened to that strange voice and kept chattering, thinking to myself, could it be that the fierce woman became a terrible ghost after her death?

The voice approached the broken temple step by step with heavy footsteps, and the voice became clearer and clearer, and the woman and I had long forgotten about the politeness of life, and we couldn't wait to hug each other and tremble.

The master squatted by the fire, and the old god was there, deaf to everything.

I can't count on him anymore.

The ancient Buddha on the throne smiled kindly and indifferently, and it was only then that I understood why a temple in Nuoda was so dilapidated, and you didn't show a spirit to save the suffering, and the thief who stole the dishes didn't bring your incense burner to the pot, and I really had to praise him for his simplicity and kindness.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm so tired of codewords.

Take a break and pick up the code in the evening.