Amid the bushes, I saw a house, although not big, and it was obviously standing and not falling.

Sui Feng and Tang Zhao were both overjoyed, and Sui Feng did not hesitate and urged the donkey to move forward.

When I fell closer, I found that it was a dilapidated temple. There was a fence in front of the temple, but half of it was now exposed, with the abandoned yard, with only weeds and halved wells, which was very desolate.

Tang Zhao asked, "Is it the Zhenyuetai?"

Nowadays, the most common temples in various places are the moon-stop platform, which means suppressing the moon of disaster.

Sui Feng said: "No, the Zhenyuetai is not that small? It seems that it is not the temple of Grandpa Dongjun."

Tang Zhao snorted: "Then I don't know which Mao God it is."

Sui Feng shook his head. Tang Zhao's attitude towards ghosts and gods was divided. On the one hand, he was timid and afraid of ghosts, on the other hand, he had no stigma and had no respect in his heart. He was different. Most of the people who traveled around the world were superstitious and asked for blessings for gods and Buddhas in everything. He had always respected ghosts and gods. Even though the imperial court had made great efforts in recent years, he had revered the monks and ruled the gods and gods believed in by the people into evil gods and worshipped the land temple and the city god temple were abandoned, he still worshiped the temple and did not dare to offend any god.

However, he returned to his letter and did not delay staying in the temple. He followed his father to perform his skills. He lived in dilapidated temples for more time, so how could he have the money to stay in a hotel every day?

The door of the dilapidated temple was closed, Sui Feng unloaded the donkey, found a tree in the yard, and pulled out a flower gun from the car. This was originally used by him to perform art, but it was not as good as a real sword and gun that he used to use. The gun tip was also made of pig iron, and he was wearing self-defense on the road.

Push the door.

The old wooden door remains motionless.

Push again.

The wooden door seemed to have moved a little inside, and there was no movement again.

Tang Zhao followed and pushed the door, feeling the resistance was extremely high, and said, "It's locked? There is no lock outside. Is there any debris blocking the door?"

The temple is silent.

A gust of wind blew, and Tang Zhao shook a chill. At this time, the sky was as dark as ink, and the night wind was as cold as a knife.

In the dark night in the wilderness, the plants and trees are full of soldiers. The lively makes people feel panicked and the silence makes people feel silenced.

He patted the door again and asked, "Is anyone there? We were passing by. We asked to go in and rest for a night and hope to contain it. The wind outside was too cold."

Holding the discomfort and asking three times without answering, Tang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No one, let's push the door and go in."

After passing by the one just now, he had a little psychological shadow. Although the deserted temple is not big, who knows what evil people are hidden inside?

Isn't it just right if no one is?

Even if there are ghosts, it might be better than someone else.

Sui Feng shook his head and said, "There is a little light in the crack of the door. It should be the ashes that have just been extinguished. There are people inside, and they don't want to ask us to come in."

Tang Zhaoxin raised it again and asked, "Then we..."

Sui Feng has much more experience in the martial arts world. This down-and-out situation is what he most often deals with. He handed the flower gun to Tang Zhao and asked him to hold it to the door and shouted: "Friends inside, we are the old man passing by, with thin luggage and wandering in the barren mountains. You just heard the sound, and we still have children here. It is not easy for everyone to go out, although you occupied this temple first, can't you really make a corner evenly so that we can rest?"

There was still no answer inside. Tang Zhao thought to himself that Sui Feng must be cautious when going out. He didn't know the situation inside, so he seemed to have to miss it again.

But Sui Feng asked again, and suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "If it were normal, we would definitely be tactful, but we were too tired tonight and could not stand the troubles and could not be rude - Zhaozi, stand back."

Tang Zhao hurriedly stepped back, and saw Sui Feng lifting his legs-

"boom!"

The worn wooden door was kicked in a crooked manner, but it was crooked and at least it didn't open.

Tang Zhao stared at the door and said, "There is some movement!"

Sure enough, there was a squirting sound inside, and after a while, the door opened.

Seeing the door slowly moving away, a squeaking sound made.

Tang Zhao felt a little nervous. Thinking of the scene just now, he evoked countless stories in his memory.

A wilderness temple, a female ghost ghost...

Curse...

Zombies...

Killing in a secret room??

The door was opened and a boy stood at the door.

The boy is about the same age as Tang Zhao and is extremely thin.

Tang Zhao looks very thin now. First, he has been working very hard recently and has lost a lot of weight than before. Second, he is born with a thin skeleton and a slutty weight. He is obviously thin and fat. Moreover, he is white in face and weak in body, and he will look weak when he loses weight.

And just now, there were several children who were thinner than Tang Zhao, who were already really "pale" and thin.

But this teenager actually looked weaker and thinner than those children. She was skinny and bony. Her lack of nutrition made her limbs look extremely slender and her head look larger. This ratio made her instinctively uncomfortable.

His clothes were very worn, and the patches were almost turned into rags.

Seeing his condition, Tang Zhao couldn't help but look at the top of his head.

Fortunately, the hair is normal.

The boy's hair was slightly yellow, but it was just a malnourished look. It was not unusual, and it was even a little more neat than Tang Zhao thought.

So, he is no longer a refugee from the disaster town?

This is just an ordinary poor wanderer.

That's... quite common.

Tang Zhao was well-off in his childhood, and had no worries about food and clothing. He also had the remaining money to study and read, and lived in the city. However, he often saw beggars and poor men in the corners of the streets. If he encountered a famine, he would have more.

Even though my father said that this was already a normal season, at least it was much better than when he was a child, there were no major natural disasters except for the evil disasters.

He had forgotten what it felt like to see a wandering child when he was a child. Maybe he didn't seem to see it after seeing it.

Only in the past six months did he gradually see them clearly and would sympathize in his heart.

Because his situation is already very close to them.

Seeing this young man, Tang Zhao felt as if he had seen himself, and he couldn't help but feel resentful. He squeezed out a friendly smile and wanted to explain his rash move just now. Almost at the same time, the other party also smiled, pulling the corners of his mouth to both sides, revealing a neat teeth, but somehow, Tang Zhao only felt awkward to look.

"Please come in, two uncles." The boy bowed and made way open the door.

Sui Feng stopped and said in a silence: "We are either uncles, we are just passing by. Don't be afraid, I will never harm you. It's wrong for me to kick the door just now..."

"No—" the young man did not straighten his waist and said humbly, "It was the villain's fault. The villain was timid and afraid of the dark. When he heard the sound just now, he was so scared that his legs were weak and he didn't dare to open the door. Unexpectedly, it was two such kind brothers. If he had known, how could the villain not open the door?"

Tang Zhao smiled and said, "That's not? I was afraid of some evil spirits in the temple just now! It turns out that we are fighting wolf by mao poles - both ends are afraid."

He admitted that he had told a joke, and the boy opposite him was silent and said he was laughing, but he didn't feel relaxed as being amused. Tang Zhao was a little embarrassed and had to shut up.

When I walked into the temple gate, I saw firewood piled up in it, half burned to ashes, and a trace of fire leaped into the remaining ashes.

Sui Feng said: "Can you ignite the fire?"

The young man bent down and said, "Please give me your wish."

The Sui Feng took out the fire stick and lit it easily with the remaining firewood grass. The flames were bright and jumped with warmth and light.

The fire illuminated the small temple. The dilapidated temple had four walls, and even the shrines were scattered on the ground, the incense burner was turned upside down, and the incense ash was sprinkled everywhere, and there was only rubble and hay.

Sui Feng recited a few words of guilt, helped the shrine up, placed the statue of the gods in it, and bowed. Tang Zhao naturally had no intention of doing this. He glanced at the statue for a few times and found that he didn't recognize what it was. It seemed that he was indeed the god of Mao.

The two of them sat by the fire, and their bodies immediately became warm, and Tang Zhao suddenly loosened.

This day was a big deal.

Tang Zhao was not from a wealthy family, but his family was originally a well-off family and had always had no worries about food and clothing. Later, his family passed away, and he did not live as good as he did. But even so, he still had some family background and could afford a cheap shop, which was not as hard as Sui Feng and his friends' hardships. He had been in danger several times before and was in a very embarrassing situation. Only at this moment, when facing a bunch of burning bonfires and feeling the warmth of the fire, he felt a little relieved, as if he had found a support.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the boy standing up, half-hung his head, cautiously saying, "Come and sit here. My friend, is it because we look scary that scared you?"

The young man raised his eyelids slightly, just facing his eyes. With the firelight, both of them were clearly visible.

Before I knew it, the boy's posture gradually relaxed.

Tang Zhao is really handsome, not only handsome, but also upright.

He used the kind of person who said "the protagonist's face for the country and the people" to play the role of bad people who don't believe it.

As long as you don't laugh.

You won't look bad when you smile, at most you'll be a little stupid.

And the boy himself is not crooked. Even though he is thin and dry, even if he smiles awkwardly and has a humble posture, he still feels like him.

Tang Zhao greeted him again and again, the young man approached with his eyebrows down and was sitting beside the two of them, pressing his hands on his knees without moving.

Sui Feng untied his bag and took out the dry food and gave it to Tang Zhao. Tang Zhao took it and broke it to the boy half again.

The boy took it carefully and expressed his grin and thanked him again.

After taking a bite of dry food, Tang Zhao felt that it was difficult to swallow the rough food, and kept it in his hand and rub it.

When Sui Feng saw it, he said, "Eat more and you will have to hurry up tomorrow."

Tang Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "I know. If Liangzi was here, he would definitely laugh at me for not having the young master's life and getting sick from the young master. I... am not a person who cannot endure hardship."

Sui Feng took the dry food in his hand, penetrated it with a flower gun, and roasted it on the fire, saying, "If you can eat sweetness, who will suffer? You are not the fate of suffering."

Tang Zhaoqiang smiled and said, "Born by Feng Ge, one day we will run, even if we eat dry food, we will have to eat more than ten chicken eggplant."

Sui Feng smiled rarely and said, "That's good. When you settle down, study hard, you will be the top scorer after the exam and become the master. Let me drive a car for you to have a meal of peace."
To be continued...