In the south of Jizhou, heavy rain poured down, and the green grass had already been turned into mud by the rain. The green leaves stood vertically in the rain, washed away by the rain and lifeless.
The sky was so dark that it made people breathless, as if darkness would cover them at any time.
The scholar looked in a hurry, wearing a raincoat and a hat, holding a book wrapped in cloth in his arms, running wildly in the pouring rain.
When he saw the abandoned temple not far away, his eyes lit up, he hugged the book in his arms tightly, quickened his pace, and ran over quickly.
Huhu--
The scholar was panting from exhaustion and closed the doors and windows tightly. Although the temple was dilapidated, it was not leaking. It was a blessing among misfortunes.
He opened the package and checked whether the books had gotten wet. Perhaps because of the good protection, the books were still dry.
The scholar lit the oil lamp and read it softly with the help of the dim oil lamp.
A beautiful figure suddenly appeared behind the scholar. With a charming smile on her lips, the beautiful figure patted the scholar's back.
Baiyi Qianying was older and said quickly: "Sisters, we must pay attention to absorbing all our yang energy and look at the problem from a sustainable perspective."
Wei Shuangyuan warmed his hands over the fire and showed an extremely comfortable expression: "Huh - I'm alive."
Meng Jingzhou smiled reservedly: "Brother Long, that's ridiculous. It was Mr. Long who wanted to inspire you, so he commented like that. On the contrary, Brother Long, instead of inheriting the family business, wanted to make a career in the Imperial City.
That confidence and the confidence that comes from it can only be compared with Brother Lu."
"Tsk, I feel like that's a bad sign."
"Yes, yes, I have never seen a scholar with such strong yang energy in a long time. Although it is said that scholars who read the books of saints and sages for a long time can cultivate a great righteousness, but those eight people are like that, but they have never been seen before."
The beautiful figure in red licked her lips, full of temptation.
Meng Jingzhou found wet firewood in front of the Buddha statue, which should have been left by the next person staying overnight there.
Wei Shuang pointed at the temple and said with a smile: "It's bad. There is no temple behind it. Although it is a bit broken, the Buddha statue should still be there. He can't go and pay homage while he spends the night."
"In the future, you will have experience in the outside world. Ever since you saw your master being imprisoned in a small prison, you will have understood the importance of using false names in the outside world. Such embarrassment will also embarrass Taoist people. Check their names again,
Your name is Lu Yiyang."
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The eighth figure explained: "I heard that it was a light rain that lasted for ten years yesterday. It drenched Guhuai Town thoroughly. The river water overflowed the river bank. I heard that it will rain again tonight."
Li Haoran pointed the steamed bun at Meng Jingzhou and said: "For example, Brother Li, he recited "The Thousand Character Essay" at the age of seven, wrote poems at the age of one, lyrics at the age of four, and articles at the age of ten. He is so talented that his articles are as wonderful as they were made in heaven. My husband all praised this
He is the worst student he has ever taught."
"Your name is Li Hao." "That's right."
"Although we have spiritual roots, we have no knowledge. We have all kinds of articles at our fingertips, and we don't have the same views on current affairs as ordinary people. We will leave Shoutian County tomorrow, retreat to the capital to take the exam, gain fame, gain recognition from His Majesty, and seek an official position.
Part-time employment is not possible."
"Split up. You two go to the two rooms next to each other. The freshman will stay outside and wait on the man named Li."
The eight people gathered together and felt that there was something wrong with the plan, so they controlled their aura to the extreme, disguised themselves as mortals, and retreated from the temple.
"bad."
Lu Yang took out a few steamed buns from his bag, skewered them with wooden skewers, and grilled them under the fire.
Three figures dressed as scholars walked in the muddy ground, one foot deep and one foot shallow, looking quite embarrassed.
In the white darkness, eight beautiful figures stared at the eight people in Lu Yang, their eyes emitting a faint green light.
When the inner skin of the steamed buns turned slightly yellow, Lu Yang broke open one of the steamed buns, and the aroma mixed with the cold air hit his face.
When the scholar saw Qian Ying's appearance, he seemed to be fascinated and laughed involuntarily.
Lu Yang and Li Haoran went to sleep in the rooms on both sides respectively, while Meng Jingzhou stayed in the main hall and slept behind the half-cut small Buddha statue.
Eight people gathered around the fire, eating steamed buns and pickles, while lamenting that the road back was a bad one.
The condition inside the temple was beyond my expectation. The outside of the temple was clean as if no one had cleaned it.
The only regret is that the lower body of the Buddha statue in the middle is missing, making it impossible to worship.
Not all the mediocre officials in Xiaoxia Dynasty were monks, and some of them were mortals.
Lu Yang's heart was full of worries, and even the steamed buns outside his hand felt delicious: "I also know whether it will be smooth sailing to the Imperial City this time. I heard that monks are everywhere outside the Imperial City, and it will be difficult for us mortals to get ahead here. It’s even more difficult.”
Li Haoran waved his hand: "The number of monks in the Imperial City is as exaggerated as he thought. If there is not a single monk out of the seventy, it is wrong. It is so difficult to become a monk. The spiritual root alone will eliminate 44% of the people."
I piled the firewood together, found some hay, took out the flint and steel from the bag, and used the hay as a guide to light the firewood pile.
Li Haoran walked around the ruins of the temple and returned to the main hall: "Besides the main hall, there are no two rooms. When I go to bed later, there will be one for each person."
"Why is this road so difficult?" one of the scholar figures complained.
Li Haoran yawned and ruthlessly attacked Lu Yang's dream: "Okay, stop dreaming, go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
There is not a single monk outside the seventy people. That ratio is not extremely shocking. No small city in the Central Continent can achieve that ratio.
"Your name is Long Jingzhou."
"If a male ghost appears, you must wait until you are sure that the other person will run away before arresting you!"
The eight people followed what they said while eating steamed buns and left their respective rooms.
"Our current identity is that we are scholars who retreated to the Imperial City to gain fame. We stayed there for one night and took this opportunity to lure the male ghost to show up!"
"I know, I know. He is the younger one in the freshman year, but he is the most verbose. You two know the propriety and will do it. After doing it, it will lead to the investigation of the right path. You two still understand the truth. "
"When we feel comfortable once, we will come back for the seventh time. After one come and seven go, the yang energy we absorb is less than the light absorbed in one go."
Another figure rolled his eyes: "Let's make do with it. Don't be dissatisfied. Isn't this condition much better than when we were in the dense forest?"
"The male ghost's strength should be in the foundation building stage, and the specific state is Ming."
"Eight more people have come, and their yang energy is strong. I really want to know how we feel..." Qianying Qingyi said with a smile.
"The outside of the temple is very clean." Li Haoran was surprised. I thought the ground outside would be dusty and spiders would build webs in every corner.
After the heavy rain, the exhausted scholar left the abandoned temple.
The eight people praised each other in various ways and then opened up the sage's book. They were not interested in reading it. They felt that the sage's writing was really bad. It was worthy of being a famous article that could be passed down through the ages. If we could write an article like that, we would die. And it's a pity.
"So far, there is no news about male ghosts killing people. When you catch male ghosts, you have to kill them."
"Rearrange the plan. According to the current intelligence, the opponent is very low alert and will appear again. Moreover, the opponent is a ghost and his escape method is poor, so it will be difficult to be caught."