This man was wearing a patchwork gown and was a head taller than Li Xianyuan. He didn’t look like a rich boy, but he happened to bring out a book priced at a hundred dollars, written by Li Xianyuan. Yawen Bar ·

This hundred articles was priced by him personally. Huashuge is a businessman, and businessmen pursue profits, so they can only sell more but not less. This hundred articles is not something that a poor scholar can afford. Even if he has a lot of money, he can grit his teeth and buy it.

It's possible. But...

When he was in Wunan County, Li Xianyuan made a special inquiry and learned that Journey to the West has not yet spread here, at least most people don't know about it. So how did this scholar know about it and have the previous one?

Li Xianyuan remained calm, took out the bowl from the bag, put some ginger and cane sugar in it, and steamed it by the campfire. After a while, he took out the slightly hot pottery bowl, blew the hot air and took a sip.

The warmth entered my stomach and dissipated some of the chill.

Today is different from the past. He used to be able to run around naked in the mountains, but now he can't.

"Would you like some?" With half the bowl left, Li Xianyuan handed it to the scholar.

"Ah?" The scholar was stunned and wanted to refuse, but he probably thought of the role he played. He smiled dryly and said thank you. He put down the book and carefully rotated the pottery bowl, avoiding the edge of the bowl that Li Xianyuan had touched.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable being wet? Take it off." Li Xianyuan pretended not to notice and said after he finished drinking.

"No... no need." The scholar said with a strange expression, with a faint blush on his face.

He is so profound, there must be something hidden under his clothes, or this person is not a male... Wu Yi!

Li Xianyuan thought of a possibility and his pupils shrank suddenly. Yawen 8 w·w=w·．

=But he took out the pen from the bag without haste and spread it out on his lap.

"Huh? Senior, are you going to compose a poem?" The scholar looked curiously.

“Inspiration suddenly struck me, but I didn’t catch it.

"Li Xianyuan indifferently put the pen and paper back into the bag.

The scholar said oh and turned back to read his Journey to the West.

It's not Wu Yi. With her temperament, she would jump up and down immediately when she saw her movements. There was no way she could pretend to be so like her.

Li Xianyuan threw a handful of firewood into the fire. The firelight reflected his indifferent cheeks as red as dust.

Could it be the young dragon that had diligently escorted the memorial?

There is too little information for Li Xianyuan to deduce more. But at least this person has no malicious intentions for the time being. Maybe he is just overthinking, and the other person is really just an ordinary scholar.

The young man stared at the book in trance. Li Xianyuan occasionally grabbed a handful of dead branches and hay and threw it into the fire.

The firelight can only illuminate the Buddhist hall, and the door is as dark as ink. Occasionally, the lightning flashes, instantly illuminating the desolate courtyard and the pouring raindrops.

In a dilapidated Buddhist hall, two young men sat in front of a fire. The wooden beams and yellow curtains above their heads were fluttering in the cold wind, and the Buddha's head looked away in the corner.

As time passed, Li Xianyuan reached out to grab the hay, but it was empty. Looking sideways, he saw that the hay was gone.

The sound of rain outside the door gradually faded, but the darkness remained. Thunder was hidden in the clouds, and electric snakes passed through.

Thinking that it was getting late, Li Xianyuan got up, pulled out a torch from the bonfire, took the horse lying on the hay in the corner, and stepped out. Yawen Bar﹏=`

"Senior, where are you going?" The young man behind him stood up and closed the book and asked.

"Find a place to stay in the backyard." Li Xianyuan said without turning around. "It may be a bit uneasy tonight. It's still too late for you to go back when the rain stops."

The young man stood stunned in the Buddhist hall. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly realized it. He quickly packed his luggage, carried a bamboo basket on his back, and chased after him.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the poles were waist-high. After a few steps, the cloth shoes were leaking, and the hems were completely wet.

The rain has stopped and the weather has become duller. This is just the prelude.

Li Xianyuan walked along the path to the backyard, and there was a burst of footsteps behind him. But it was the scholar who caught up with him.

Li Xianyuan turned a blind eye, came to a door in the courtyard, stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

Squeak——

The sound of teeth grinding was particularly loud in the dead night.

The dust fell, a few splashed on the torch, and tiny sparks appeared.

Leading Ma Mai into the room, the living room was empty, everything was stained with dust, and there were no footprints on the ground. Perhaps Li Xianyuan was the first person to come here after the temple was abandoned.

There is also a candlestick on the table. The torch is placed to light the candlestick, and a dim light shines on. It is obviously small, but it is brighter and warmer than the torch.

There was a staircase on one side. Li Xianyuan went up the stairs. On the second floor was the attic bedroom. A large scroll with the word "Zen" written on the wall was covered with dust. I thought this was the room of the temple abbot.

Li Xianyuan lit the candle on the table and walked to the window and backed away.

Under the dust, Li Xianyuan stepped back to avoid it, and only stepped forward after it dispersed. This window faced the outside of the courtyard, and there was a green shadow in the distance, which was always trees. There was another window behind him, facing the courtyard.

It was pitch dark and there was not much scenery to enjoy. Li Xianyuan turned around and lit the candle on the table, went downstairs and threw the torch out the door.

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The punt in the courtyard is covered with rainwater. When a fire crackles, it is extinguished.

The young man was a little at a loss as he watched Li Xianyuan go upstairs along the wooden stairs. After a while, the candlelight went out and he turned off the lights and fell asleep. The young man was left standing alone in the main hall, looking at each other with a horse.

An electric snake flashed across the room.

The boy was so frightened that he turned around and closed the door.

call--

The wind picked up, blowing in gusts and making strange whining noises.

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At the end of the second watch, Li Xianyuan woke up in a daze and suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. At first he didn't pay attention, thinking it was the young man's doing, but who knew that the footsteps became more frequent and chaotic, as if there were countless people walking downstairs, and there was still light.

Seen through the cracks in the floor...

Unless the boy had more than a dozen pairs of feet, he would never be able to make such a dense sound.

Boom——

Lightning flashed outside the window, and the dull roar of thunder continued. Taking advantage of the sudden flash of light, Li Xianyuan glanced at the attic, but did not see the young man.

Pretending to be asleep, I listened carefully. I heard a man's voice coming from downstairs: "There are guests upstairs, what should I do?"

A woman's voice said: "Who is it?"

The man said: "I don't know."

A sharp old man's voice said: "I'll go up and take a look."

Suddenly there were footsteps on the stairs, and he glanced at Li Xianyuan on the bed.

"He is a young man, with white skin and tender flesh." The old man said and went downstairs.

The man's voice said: "Prepare a bowl of soup and bring it to the young master."

The woman responded: "Yes."

Then there was a lot of noise. After a while of tea, there were sounds of footsteps coming from the wooden stairs.

His thin eyelids could not block the light, so he heard the old man say: "Young master, I have given you a bowl of soup, drink it."

Li Xianyuan pretended that he couldn't sleep, opened his eyes and stood up, and saw this old man with a stooped back, holding a lantern high, with a face like a tooth and a sharp mouth, thin and short. Behind him was a strong man as strong as an iron tower and a beautiful woman. What do you think of these three people?

How weird. If you think about it carefully, all three of them have expressionless faces, and the reflection of the lanterns is even more out of place, as if they are monsters wearing human skin, pretending to be gods.

No matter how stupid you are, you all know how weird it is to have a family of three suddenly appear when no one breaks the temple in the middle of the night.
Chapter completed!