A month later, in a deserted mountain temple in Yi Country.
Several men in linen clothes were gathering around a fire to warm themselves up.
These people were herbal farmers who went up the mountain to collect herbs. Because it was getting too late, they took a rest in this ruined temple for a night.
Although it was already spring, it was still cold on the mountain, so almost a few people lit a fire in the ruined temple, warming themselves by the fire while eating the dry food they brought with them.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a slightly stout figure reached out and patted the young man next to him, and said with a smile: "I said Zhao Youcai, this time it is all thanks to you, boy. If you hadn't known that there is a broken mountain on this mountain,
Temple, I’m afraid everyone will have to drink the mountain breeze outside tonight.”
"Yes, yes!" A rather old man with gray hair on his temples also echoed: "The old man is old and cannot compare to you young people. If you sleep outside in this weather, your bones will fall apart.
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"Tian Lao, you are the same. You are over fifty, and you still have to risk going up the mountain to collect medicine. I'm really worried about your body!" Another young man interjected.
Hearing this, Mr. Tian sighed softly and said, "There is nothing I can do. My grandson is about to be born, but the family is almost out of food rations. It seems that it is almost impossible to open the pot. Old man, I have to think of a way."
When Mr. Tian said this, everyone fell silent.
In fact, who is willing to go to the mountains to collect medicine, who is not forced by life?
On this barren mountain, poisonous insects and ferocious beasts lurk. If you are not careful, you may even lose your life here.
Everyone seemed to have remembered what was on their mind, and fell silent. For a while, in the huge temple, there was only the sound of "pah" and "pah" when the fire burned the dry wood.
After a long time, a middle-aged voice broke the silence and said with a hint of ridicule: "Don't be discouraged, everyone. As long as we can collect the legendary thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, then when we go home, our wife and children will be warm and comfortable.
The days are waiting for us!"
"Yeah yeah!"
After the middle-aged man said this, everyone seemed to cheer up again, and they all talked about the preciousness of the Polygonum multiflorum, as if this spiritual material was already in their possession.
However, a young man's voice said inappropriately: "Although the spiritual materials are good, you still have to be determined to get them. I heard that a man-eating monster has appeared on the Iron Line Mountain recently!"
"What are you talking about!" the fat middle-aged man from before yelled angrily: "The theories about demons and gods are just rumors. Even if there are real demons, we are in the mountain temple now. Which demon dares to act recklessly?
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The middle-aged man pointed at the mountain god statue behind him as he spoke. He saw a huge human-headed statue with no body or limbs, just a head and a pair of eyes larger than a human being. It seemed to be examining the people in front of him.
"Why do I feel that the statues in this mountain temple are a bit weird?" The young man from before said in a low voice with some dissatisfaction: "How can anyone carve a statue of a god that only carves the head and not the body? And I can't recognize which road this is."
immortal."
Tian Lao heard the argument between the two and said with a smile: "Young people are still too timid. With so many of us men gathering together, the yang energy is so strong! Even if there are some unclean things, they will go around."
As he spoke, he pointed to a corner in the temple and continued: "Yang Xia, you really should learn from others. Look at that little brother, he went up the mountain alone, but he was not timid at all. He was also young.
People, the gap is quite big."
After hearing what Mr. Tian said, everyone turned around and saw a scholar in gray clothes sitting on a futon in the corner of the temple, flipping through a book in front of them with relish.
"This" the face of the young man who mentioned the monster before turned red, and he said in a loud voice, "I'm afraid this nerd is stupid because of reading."
However, Mr. Tian ignored him and shouted to the scholar in gray: "This little brother, we are destined to meet each other. Why don't you come and sit here? Lao Tian, I also have a pot of good wine, just in time to warm up!"
When the scholar in gray clothes heard this, he put down the book in his hand and glanced over here. After a moment, he smiled slightly and said: "Liang accepted the old gentleman's kindness. I'd like to keep the good wine for myself."
Drink it!"
"Brother, you are very polite!" Mr. Tian didn't care when he heard this. He reached out and took out the wine bottle he brought, opened his mouth and drank a few sips, with a very comfortable look on his face.
After a few sips of strong wine, Mr. Tian opened up his chatterbox and asked the gray-clothed scholar: "We are all farmers who go up the mountain to collect herbs. I wonder what this young man does when he goes up the mountain? Is it the same purpose as us?"
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After hearing this, the scholar in gray shook his head and said with a smile, "No, Liang is here to fish."
"fishing?"
After everyone heard this, there was a strange look on their faces. You must know that on this Iron Line Mountain, they have only heard that poisonous insects and beasts are infested, but they have not heard of where you can fish.
"Is this scholar really reading too much and making people stupid?".
However, just when they were all feeling funny, the sound of horse hooves could be heard outside the temple.
After a while, three men and one woman walked in from outside, all in their early twenties.
These people all wore uniform blue robes and carried long swords behind their backs. The men among them were all of good temperament, and the only woman also had a beautiful face, quite a bit aloof.
After several people entered the temple, they also secretly looked at the people in the temple.
However, they only took a quick glance and showed a little lack of interest. The beautiful woman in green clothes with a sword on her back frowned slightly and seemed a little unhappy.
Several drug farmers have also been working outside for many years, and their ability to observe people's emotions is naturally good. When they saw the woman's expression, they knew that the girl was probably a bit of a germaphobe and thought their place was too dirty.
After all, medicinal farmers are rough people. Going to the mountains to collect medicinal herbs is inherently dangerous. If you accidentally lose your life, who will care about these details?
"Junior Sister Wen, the conditions here are poor, let's just make do with it for one night." Among the four of them, an older man suddenly said.
After hearing this, the woman surnamed Wen still nodded reluctantly, although her brows were still furrowed.
Seeing that she agreed, the other three men smiled slightly, each chose an open space in the temple, swept away the dust and cobwebs, and then meditated on the ground.
But the woman surnamed Wen did not sit down immediately. Instead, she glanced around the temple. After a while, she moved lightly and walked up to the scholar in gray.
Thank you. Please give me some atonement. Your name doesn’t need to be too long. It’s just the right reward like mine.