Leng Yi calmed down a little, quickly put away the night vision goggles, and got down from the tree. He said, "There is a village not far ahead! Let's go there to avoid the wind and snow, and we can leave after the storm stops!"

Zhuo Qiaoniang was so frozen that she couldn't even speak. She could only hold Leng Yi's hand tightly and follow him in that direction in the snow.

The road had been completely buried by the wind and snow, and the road could no longer be seen. As he was walking, he heard Zhuo Qiao Niang screaming behind him. Leng Yi turned around and saw that Zhuo Qiao Niang was gone!

Leng Yi was still holding her hand tightly, but why did it disappear? Judging from the direction of her hand, Leng Yi judged that she must have fallen into the grass or a depression covered by heavy snow. Leng Yi quickly tried his best to move her to

When she pulled back, she heard a chirping sound, and Zhuo Qiao Niang was pulled out of the snowdrift in a white mess.

Because she used too much force and the ground was too slippery, Zhuo Qiaoniang suddenly fell on Leng Yi, and the two fell into the snow.

Leng Yi hurriedly hugged her tightly, fearing that she would turn over and roll down the slope. This was the first time he hugged Zhuo Qiaoniang. Although she was separated by a thick jacket, he could still feel her slender and soft waist and bulge.

Swollen breasts.

Zhuo Qiaoniang struggled up quickly, her mouth was almost frozen, and she said vaguely: "Yes, I'm sorry, officer..."

At a time when men were superior to women, women could not be on men. Even though it was an accident, Zhuo Qiaoniang's first reaction was to apologize.

How could Leng Yi care about this? He got up, pulled her and walked forward in the wind and snow. At the same time, he paid attention to his steps and asked her to follow him closely to avoid falling into the snow again.

After walking hard in the snow, they finally saw the mountain gate of a temple standing in the snowstorm.

It turned out that what Leng Yi saw was not a mountain village, but a mountain temple. No matter what it was, Leng Yi grabbed Zhuo Qiaoniang with one hand, slammed the door with the other hand, and shouted loudly at the same time.

His voice was loud, but after waiting for a long time, a short and thin little monk came out to open the door. The door was only opened a crack, and the little monk's bare head stuck out. He glanced at them, but

No words were spoken.

Leng Yi said: "Little Master, my wife and I were passing by here. The wind and snow were so heavy that we couldn't see the road. Could it be convenient for you to stay overnight in your temple to escape the snow?"

The young monk took another good look at them and saw that they were wearing ordinary clothes, so he opened the temple door and let them in.

The young monk closed the temple door, led him through the patio, and pushed the door into the main hall.

There were seven monks sitting in the main hall, sitting on futons chanting sutras and doing evening lessons. When they saw him coming in, they all stopped talking. However, seeing that they were wearing coarse clothes, they thought they were farmers in the countryside, so they showed disdain and continued to chant.

Recite it.

Leng Yi didn't bother him, and when he saw a few empty futons by the door, he pulled Zhuo Qiaoniang to sit down. Zhuo Qiaoniang helped her pat the snowflakes off her body, and then patted herself.

Leng Yi took her hand and rubbed it in his own palm to invigorate her blood and warm her hand. In front of such monks, Zhuo Qiaoniang was a little embarrassed and said: "My lord, I will do it myself."

He pulled back and kept rubbing himself.

Leng Yi took a good look at the main hall and several monks. Finally, his eyes fell on the old monk wearing cassock. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the greedy man in "Journey to the West" who plotted against Monk Tang's precious cassock.

old monk.

The young monk who led them in earlier seemed to be the Zhike monk who was responsible for welcoming them off. He brought two cups of hot tea to Leng Yi. Leng Yi and Zhuo Qiaoniang thanked them and held the cups of hot tea to warm their hands.

After sitting for a while and drinking the tea, I felt a little more comfortable.

Finally, the monks finished their evening classes, and the old monk turned around, looked at Leng Yi and the others in coarse clothes, frowned slightly, and said, "What do you do? Where do you come from, and where are you going?"

"

Leng Yi was a little unhappy after hearing his words, and seemed reluctant to have guests. However, it was so windy and snowy outside that he didn't want to, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb as if he didn't know. He wanted to get through the night first, and then said: "We

I am a small businessman in Yinling County. I went to visit relatives and encountered a snowstorm on the way, so I took refuge in your temple. My surname is Leng, and this is my wife, whose surname is Zhuo. - What do you call me master?"

A fat monk next to him said with a charming smile, "This is Abbot Juehui, the abbot of our Yinling Temple."

Leng Yi hurriedly said: "I've seen the abbot!"

Juehui nodded expressionlessly and said, "Why don't you take the official route?"

Leng Yi was a little unhappy with the tone of his cross-examination, but he could only endure it and said: "It's closer to take the path."

"It's only a day's journey, but it's much harder to walk! I'm not trying to scare you, but you are also lucky enough to be able to see our temple in the snowstorm. Otherwise, you can't see the road and it's dark again. I don't know.

What danger could there be!"

"That's right!" Leng Yi said with a smile: "We are really lucky to be able to escape the wind and snow in your temple."

When the fat monk saw the little monk Zhike Monk standing by the door, he gave him a violent shudder on the head and whispered viciously: "You idiot! You don't know our temple is poor! You even let people come in to stay overnight and fool around.

Are you eating and drinking on purpose?" As he said that, he slapped his head a few more times.

The little monk shrank his neck in fear and protected his head with his hands, but he did not dare to dodge.

The fat monk's voice was just a little lower, which made people feel as if he just wanted Leng Yi and the others to hear. Leng Yi snorted coldly and said: "We will stay in your temple, and we will naturally pay for it." After that,

He took out a piece of broken silver from his arms, about five cents, which was left after paying off the debts of the servants in the inner house last time. He handed it to Abbot Juehui: "We will stay until the snowstorm stops, about three days."

Last time I paid for the accommodation at that inn in Bazhou, it was one hundred and fifty coins for a day's stay. This is a temple in the mountains, so if you divide it half and half, the five cents of silver would be five hundred coins, which should be enough for a three-day stay.

It is estimated that this snowstorm will not last for more than three days. If it doesn't work, I will make up for it later. I still have some scraps of silver in my pocket.

Juehui took it, weighed it with his hands, and put it into his arms. Then there was a smile on his lips, and he said to the little monk next to him: "Mingkong, take the two donors to the guest room to rest." Then he said to Leng Yi:

"Dinner will be served in half an hour."

Leng Yi nodded. He was too lazy to talk to the philistine abbot. He pulled Zhuo Qiaoniang and followed the young monk Mingkong out of the side door of the Main Hall. He felt that Zhuo Qiaoniang's hands were shaking, maybe because of the cold, but he

It felt a little different, and I felt a little strange.

After exiting the side door, there is the backyard. There are long corridors on both sides. At the corridor is a row of monks' rooms. Mingkong led them to the door of a monk's room, opened the door and said: "Please!"

Zhuo Qiao Niang looked at him lovingly: "Does your head still hurt? That person just hit you, it was too much!"

The young monk didn't seem to hear him. He walked to the corner of the room and took a brazier to the middle of the room. He put a few pieces of charcoal on it and set it up, then lowered his head and went out. After a while, he came back again, holding an iron brazier in his hand.

There were two burning charcoal on the shovel. Mingkong clamped the charcoal with tongs and placed it on the charcoal, and then went out again.

After a while, he came in with a basin of hot water and put it on the ground. Still without saying a word, he lowered his head and walked out.

"Please wait a moment." Leng Yi called, walked over, patted his thin shoulder, and said, "Thank you! Master Mingkong."

Mingkong was still as deaf as before, without any expression, and walked out with his head lowered.

Leng Yi closed the door, walked to Zhuo Qiao Niang, reached out to pick up her hand, and felt it, but it was still as cold as frost. He squatted down and tested the water in the basin. It was very hot, and then walked over to their luggage.

, take out the face towel from the washing tool and rub it in hot water.

Zhuo Qiao Niang hurriedly knelt down and said, "Let me come!"

"Don't move!" Leng Yi blocked her hand and said, "Your hand is too cold. If you put it into such hot water suddenly, it will hurt your hand. My hand is warmer than yours, it's okay."

Leng Yi soaked the washcloth in hot water, wrung it out, swung it in the air until it was slightly warm, and then handed it to Zhuo Qiaoniang: "Okay, let's wash your face."

Zhuo Qiaoniang looked at him blankly, and even forgot to pick it up. Leng Yi said: "Why are you so dazed? Take it, otherwise you will get cold."

Zhuo Qiao Niang then took it, blushed and washed her face, and was about to put it into the hot water basin, but Leng Yi took it again. Zhuo Qiao Niang sat next to the brazier and peeked at him from time to time.
Chapter completed!