"No, don't hit me!" the little beggar frowned, muttered to himself, and moaned, and in his closed pupils, his eyes kept rolling from side to side, as if he was experiencing some terrible dream.

Boom Boom –

A thick bolt of lightning tore through the dark clouds, illuminating half of the dim sky, and a huge thunderous sound resounded between heaven and earth.

"Don't, ah!"

The little beggar's eyes opened suddenly, and his emaciated body bounced off the haystack and sat up, screaming loudly, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

The faint scent of earth penetrated into the nostrils, and the little beggar found that the rain was pouring outside the broken temple, and I don't know when, it was already pouring rain outside the temple gate.

"Crunch Crunch"

The only half of the wooden door left in front of the broken temple was rotten and broken, and it could not cover the wind and rain, and it kept shaking back and forth under the impact of wind and rain, making a sound of ears.

The cold wind ran down the tattered cuffs into the little beggar's tattered clothes, penetrating into the limbs and bones, and the little beggar's heart was slightly cold and tingling.

The little beggar shuddered, unconsciously moved his buttocks, clinging to the haystack, shrinking his body, clinging together like hedgehogs, pulling over a pile of hay and covering himself.

The cold wind mixed with water vapor penetrated everywhere and penetrated through the cracks in the hay, and the little beggar's cold hands and feet contracted even tighter, trying to retain what little warmth he had.

......

The heavy rain poured down, and the sound of falling rain was dripping, falling on the path paved with yellow sand, smashing out potholes, mixed with yellow sand, turning into muddy streams of water, flowing to the low-lying places on the side of the road.

In the heavy rain, on the uninhabited yellow sand path, the figure of a group of people and horses gradually became clear, and the tall and sturdy handsome horses neighed and galloped forward in the face of the majestic rain, and the muddy water slurry splashed under the horses' hooves.

Among the group, four people dressed in green clothes were dressed as entourages, and the remaining two, one large and one small, were dressed in gorgeous white robes, and the black cloak on their heads was extremely eye-catching, and through the dense rain net, it was impossible to see the faces shrouded in black cloaks.

"Quick, there's a temple ahead!" The Tsing Yi attendant who rushed to the front pointed to the small temple looming in front of him, and shouted loudly to the rear.

The thin figure among the two white figures raised his head when he heard this, and through the pouring rain, he vaguely saw the ruined temple in front of him, and the corners of his pale mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Soon, the non-stop six people and six horses arrived in front of the dilapidated small temple, and the group braved the heavy rain to tie the horses under the eaves in front of the broken temple, and slapped the rain on their bodies into the broken temple.

The four Tsing Yi attendants walked in front of the two white-clothed masters, intentionally or unintentionally covering the two white-robed masters behind them, pacing and looking at this dilapidated temple that could be seen at a glance.

In the innermost part of the broken temple, two Buddha statues that are covered by dust and can not be seen what the Buddha is, although one of them does not know what the Buddha is, but it can be directly called the armless Buddha, because this Buddha statue has no arms, and the other is more direct, headless Buddha.

In addition to the two tattered Buddha statues, there were only a few piles of haystacks piled up by unknown people in the entire ruined temple, and there were scattered dead branches and leaves.

No one noticed that in one of the haystacks, a pair of dark eyes were dripping and turning in their sockets, and the little beggar quietly watched the uninvited guests who broke into the ruined temple, curled up and motionless.

Two white-robed men, one large and one small, walked towards the haystack where the little beggar was hiding, dragging a trail of water stains on the ground.

The thin white-robed man took off the black cloak on his head, a handsome face exposed to the cold air, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, the small dimples on his pale cheeks loomed, and his lips were equally pale without a trace of blood.

The two of them pulled a large handful of hay from another haystack next to the little beggar's haystack and spread it on the wet lime floor, and the white-robed man with a black hood helped the handsome boy to sit down.

Although the little beggar was a little stupid, when he saw this group of uninvited guests who broke into the broken temple, he also felt very different from the town, and he felt uneasy from the bottom of his heart, and instinctively did not dare to move.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A heavy cough came from the mouth of the white-clothed young man, and his body bent forward, his pale face glowing with a sickly red, as if a flame was burning his body and soul.

The white-robed man wearing the cloak patted the handsome young man's back on the side, letting the water droplets on the cloak slide down the robe and fall to the ground, and Qingling's voice was full of worry: "Zhen'er, is it the old problem that has been drenched in heavy rain again?"

The Tsing Yi entourage who was holding the hay all came closer, standing in place, staring nervously at the coughing young man in white, if something happened to the young master in front of them, then they would not have the face to go back in this life, and the master of the family would not allow them to go back.

"It's okay, I'm fine!" The handsome white-robed young man took out a jet-black pill out of nowhere and filled it into his mouth and swallowed it, his face gradually became slightly ruddy, and he waved his hand towards everyone, and forced a smile to say.

The four Tsing Yi people breathed a sigh of relief, and invariably piled the hay in their arms in front of the two masters, and took out the fire box wet with rain from their arms, and it took a long time to shoot out a cluster of sparks, wisps of white smoke rose from the haystack, and after a while, from a pinch of sparks to a vigorous bonfire.

The fire was lit, and the four Tsing Yi followers scattered in all directions, picked up dry firewood and branches from all over the ruined temple and sent them to the two masters, then turned around and gathered on the other side of the ruined temple to re-raise a bonfire.

The white-robed master with a cloak set up a wooden frame in front of the campfire, and a set of light cyan robes appeared in his hand as if by magic, and a small temple was divided into two halves.

The fire raised by the four Tsing Yi attendants was not far from the temple gate, and the four pairs of sharp eyes swept around the ruined temple from time to time to confirm that there was no danger around, and then continued to complain about the sudden rainstorm, and after complaining for a while, they began to talk about other interesting things.

The cold rain dripped from the handsome boy's jet-black hair, and soon gathered into a pile of water stains on the ground, the handsome boy took off his gorgeous white robe, revealing a silver-white robe-style underwear inside, stretched out his immature little hands to bake above the fire, and his slightly trembling body exposed his cold.

The white-robed master wearing a black cloak took the white robe taken off by the handsome young man, carefully put it on the green robe, and let it be baked by the fire.