$ Chapter 1083 “Civil Officials” (22)
Upon hearing this, ‘Old Third’ quickly took out a scale and weighed out eight coins of silver, threw it to the old woman on the ground, and then gathered a few more people to chase the old woman and Dou Niang and her son away.
The old woman picked up the silver and held it in her hand, and pushed away the hands of several people pushing her, shouting: “You don’t have to chase her, the grandmother will walk away by herself!”
After saying this, she took Dou Niang away and walked out of the current area.
Seeing that she had left the caravan, Dou Niang immediately felt distressed and could not help wiping away tears: "Talk to them and let my mother-in-law stay in the house with my child.
Now that we have been driven out, what should we do?
It's dark... I'm afraid it will be difficult tonight..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your old aunt has seen it all, there is a wild temple nearby, let's go there to rest for a night, and think of a way tomorrow - hey, don't cry!
Can't you see it?
They didn't intend to let us rest in the house, and it's useless to beg them, and you might even get yourself in trouble!
These car drivers are very evil, and they don't seem to be doing a serious business of driving cars. Following them will not be good, and may even bring disaster!
Now that we can take the money and leave, this is a good thing, don't cry, don't cry..." The old woman was busy comforting Dou Niang, and Dou Niang listened to the old woman's words and her mood gradually stabilized.
She looked at the dark sky and shrank her neck in fear: "I heard the old people at home say that it is better to sleep in a wild grave than to live in a wild temple. Let's go to the wild temple to rest. Nothing will happen, right?"
"No, no.
We are so unlucky, we can't be more unlucky.
Don't worry!" The old woman agreed, and she and Dou Niang supported each other. After groping in the dark for a while, they finally saw the dark wild temple under the dark sky.
The wild temple was built beside the mountain and had only one temple.
The wooden door in front of the temple was still intact.
Dou Niang and the old woman pushed the door and entered the temple. When she looked up, she saw a big hole in the roof. Several branches of wild trees were waving outside the big hole. When the skylight shone on them, they cast a dazzling shadow on the ground.
The damselfly's heart was pounding, and she quickly lowered her head and pulled the old woman who was beginning to have difficulty moving in the dark to hide in the other half of the temple covered by the roof.
"Wait, wait, I have a fire.
Don't panic..." Even though the old woman couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, like a blind person, she was in a very good mood and even comforted the damselfly. While she was talking, she fumbled out of her arms and took out something longer than her finger, unscrewed the lid of the thing, and blew gently--
A red flame lit up in the darkness!
When the damselfly saw that the old woman actually carried a fire starter with her, she was immediately surprised.
She pulled the child, found a few candle ends in the incense burner in front of the temple, and lit them in front of the fire starter--the bean-sized candlelight reflected the scene within a foot around.
The damselfly squatted on the stone platform next to her, helped the old woman sit down, and handed the child to the old woman. Then she lit another candle, held it, and carefully moved to the temple gate, closing the two temple doors.
The door hinge turned, making a long "creaking" sound. In the darkness, the sound was heard from far away, making Dou Niang feel creepy.
She was frightened by the sound and stood in front of the door for a while, and then she came to her senses, and had an inexplicable feeling again - as if there was someone standing behind her, and that person was quietly looking at her.
"Aunt?"
Dou Niang called in a low voice.
"Hey!
Come over after closing the door, there are still some firewood piled in the corner.
Someone must have stayed here before.
We just need these firewood, so we don't have to be afraid of the cold tonight..." The old woman moved the firewood in the corner and responded to Dou Niang's words casually.
Her chattering voice made Dou Niang feel more comforted.
When Dou Niang turned around, she saw the flickering firelight, reflecting the portrait of a god on the temple wall opposite the door. The god looked like a young man, with a cloth tied on his head, hunched over, carrying a pole on his shoulders, and baskets hanging on both ends of the pole, with something unknown.
——This god looked like a peddler.
The portrait of the god on the temple wall was illuminated by the firelight, and the watercolor on the portrait was quite bright. It didn't look like an old painting posted in a dilapidated temple, unattended, but rather a newly painted portrait of a god.
Moreover, Dou Niang also noticed that there seemed to be a scroll under the portrait of the god.
The portrait of the god failed to completely cover the scroll underneath, so that the yellowed paper of the old painting underneath was visible at the edge of the portrait.
"Could it be that someone has recently posted this portrait on the wall?
Has it covered the old god portrait?" Dou Niang was thinking. The old aunt spread out firewood nearby and asked her child to sleep on it. Then she was busy lighting a fire in the middle of the temple. The fire suddenly lit up, and the whole scene in the temple was finally visible to the old woman.
The old woman looked around and her eyes finally fell on the portrait of the god dressed like a peddler. She put her hands together, muttered something, walked to the statue, knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "I'm sorry to bother you to rest. I'm sorry to bother you. God, please forgive me and don't bother us poor people.
We were also kicked out and had no choice but to stay here.
If you really want to blame, just blame those black-hearted car bosses, it’s best to take away that fat man’s life too…”
The damselfly was still a little nervous at first, but now she felt a little more relaxed after listening to the old woman's words in front of the portrait of the god, with a smile on her lips. She waited for the old woman to finish speaking, stood up, and then said to her: "Auntie said What do those do?
Even the gods may not be able to listen..."
"Whether you want to listen to it or not, I have already sued it.
People do not blame. "The old woman laughed and asked the damselfly to sit by the fire.
The two of them stood by the fire and chatted.
After experiencing the previous incident, neither of them felt sleepy.
On the contrary, the boy lying on the firewood fell asleep quickly, perhaps because he had been tired from running around with his mother for a day.
In the temple, the sound of children's even breathing could be heard.
The damselfly got up and gathered some firewood and added a few sticks to the fire to keep it burning.
Watching the fire and listening to the wind blowing outside the door, Damselfly felt a long-lost sense of peace in her heart.
At this moment.
The sound of wind outside the door stopped slightly.
The two temple doors were suddenly pushed open, and the door shafts turned, making a prolonged "squeak" sound that could be heard far away in the dark night.
This burst of noise broke the inner peace of the damselfly in an instant. The damselfly felt tense and looked at the temple door that was pushed open. Outside the temple door, stood a tall and thin horse-faced person.
The man did not wear a crown, and his forehead and temples were cleanly shaved, leaving only a clump of hair on the back of his head, which was braided into a long black braid like a rat tail and wrapped around his neck.
He was wearing a blue-black robe, with the seventh-grade literary officer's "Hongshu" patch embroidered on the chest, and a pair of riding boots on his feet.
This person has a pair of eyebrows, his eyes are quite small, the distance between them is wide, they look like two horizontal commas, his nose is extremely long, and his lips are slightly thin. After he opened the door, he didn't even look at the three people who were resting in the temple. He stared directly at the portrait of the god on the temple wall and walked in.
As this man who seemed to be a high official walked into the ruined temple.
A chilly air that made Damselfly's hair stand on end also rolled into the temple. The cold air rolled wantonly in the temple. In just an instant, it extinguished the burning fire, leaving only the ashes. A little charcoal, still struggling to emit dark red light!
…
Su Wu led Wu Wenyuan and others on the path.
He looked up at the wild temple built against the mountain in front of him.
In his perception, the tribulation force wandering between heaven and earth suddenly entangled the young woman, her son, and the old woman who were hiding in the ruined temple!
And it started to boil in an instant!
There was something sneaky hidden in that ruined temple, and the mother, son, and old woman who had entered the temple earlier happened to 'awaken' Li Gui, who had been silent in the ruined temple.
Su Wu sensed the changes in the tribulation force between heaven and earth, and was about to approach the ruined temple - the boiling tribulation force entangled with the three people in the ruined temple suddenly became silent again and dissipated from the three people!
——The calamity of death fell on the three of them in an instant, before it showed up, and then it suddenly faded away on its own?
This situation was quite strange. Su Wu guessed that Li Gui, who was hiding in the dark, might have changed his target.
The calamity force between heaven and earth is still circulating, looking for its target.
A figure in official robes suddenly walked out of the wild forest on the side of the ruined temple, opened the temple door, and stepped inside.
"Go over and have a look."
The light in Su Wu's eyes moved slightly, and he led Wu Wenyuan and others towards the ruined temple.
The figure in civil official robes stepped into the wild temple, and Su Wu and others followed suit into the ruined temple.
——
Inside the wild temple.
The figure in civil official robes looked up at the portrait of a god posted on the wall of the temple, which looked like a salesman or a traveler. He hung his hands by his side and looked sideways at the damselfly huddled in the corner. old woman.
The old woman looked at the official robes he was wearing and immediately pulled the damselfly to bow to him: "Public woman pays homage to you, sir!"
"Greetings, my lord!"
A penetrating chill circulated around the figure in civilian robes.
The old lady, who had been very talkative before, now had her forehead pressed to the ground, not even daring to express her anger.
The damselfly was holding her baby and kneeling beside the old woman, she was also very scared!
On the pile of charcoal fire not far in front of the three people's heads, there were only sporadic flames left. The sporadic flames were struggling under the strong cold, and they were uncertain.
The 'high-ranking official' with a slender eyebrow, mung bean eyes, and an appearance that did not look like a Han man shook his eyebrows. His lips did not move, but a slightly vague human voice came from his abdomen: "Who has been here before?
Who... made a wish to the painting on the wall? "