Chapter 86 The Desert Mountain Temple on a Stormy Night

"Old man, is there a lonely mountain in Dongping Mansion that is quite old?"

Chen Xiu pulled his horse slightly by the roadside and asked softly.

At this moment, the sky was already slightly dark.

Since the inn came out, Chen Xiu has almost traveled to most of Dongping Prefecture.

But I still couldn't find the lonely mountain in my memory.

That was what Yu Menglong saw when he refined the "bloody general blade" that day.

On the Gushan Mountain, there is the tomb of the general from the previous dynasty!

In the treasure box of Tianye Mansion in the past, he obtained the broken sword edge and was rated as the "second grade" by the Martial God Chronicle.

Then, in the cave of the thief on Mangshan Mountain, he obtained a sharp sword thigh, which was rated as the "third grade" by the Martial God Chronicle!

The tiger's hand guard that was swallowing and spitting the sword ridge was the most precious.

It is also what Chen Xiu is most reluctant to give up.

"You said the old lonely mountain?"

The old man stroked his white beard, thought for a while and said, "I remember it was General Peak? When that mountain was in the previous dynasty, it really belonged to Dongping Prefecture."

"If the old man remembers correctly, it should be outside Dongping Prefecture, about thirty miles north. But it's desolate and no one remembers it."

Chen Xiu tied the reins in his hand and immediately walked north.

Twenty miles north of Dongping Prefecture.

Small desert mountains and between ancient temples.

The heavy rain poured down, like a rushing river.

The radius of hundreds of miles is covered by the torrential rain curtain.

The only ancient temple is filled with a bonfire, reflecting a little light.

Soon, the dilapidated temple gate was pushed open.

The young man covered in rain broke into the temple and gasped:

"I encountered heavy rain on the way. I hope to hide in the temple for a while. I hope you can make it easier for you..."

The young man stopped talking slightly and held the sword in his hand.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The girl spoke softly.

The young man raised his hand slightly and signaled her not to speak.

The long sword in his hand was slanted and he carefully observed the temple.

Not big, there is only one hall and a dilapidated Buddha statue in the center.

The spider webs are clad, and it seems to have been abandoned for some time.

A little bit of doubt flashed in the young man's eyes: With such a heavy rain, where have the people in the temple gone?

If there is no one, then who made the bonfire in front of you?

"Let's rest first. It should be left by the passers-by here."

The young man took off the wet hero scarf and spoke with relief.

In the distance, there seemed to be lightning passing by in a flash.

But there was no roar!

The girl nodded slightly and sat down gently in front of the campfire, as if she was worried.

She slowly raised her head, and there was a little confusion in her bright eyes, and she bit her red lips lightly: "Brother, I don't understand. How could that young man call herself a villain?"

"Isn't this an insult?"

The young man was a little silent and said slowly: "I understand too. Maybe that young man is more open-minded."

"elder brother."

The girl was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by the young man, and her five fingers had already landed on the hilt of the sword.

In the distance, panic footsteps sounded.

The waist and back are slightly arched, showing a bit of a knife draw.

The cold light reflected his slightly solemn face.

"Quiet, you hide. Immediately, someone comes. Remember, no matter who it is, you don't come out!"

A trace of nervousness flashed across the girl's face, she hurriedly pulled out her long sword, carefully hid behind the pillar, and stared at the temple gate with her eyes tightly.

"call--"

The young man covered up a little bit of fire...

Bang-

The temple gate was knocked open, and cold storm surged in.

A black-haired old woman holding a snake-headed crutch rushed in in panic.

The old woman was hunched over and her face was pale.

The black clothes were completely wet, and she was holding a cloth pocket in her arms, looking quite embarrassed.

Woman.

The young man frowned slightly, just as he was about to take action.

A crisp sound rang:

"Grandma, there are flames here, you can warm up your body."

The girl's voice was quite concerned.

younger sister!

The young man gritted his teeth in hatred.

Her sister didn't listen to her and actually came out privately!!

"roll!"

The old woman roared like a wild beast, her face full of ferociousness, like a female wolf protecting food!

The girl's face turned pale, obviously she was scared.

"Girl! Come here!"

The young man shouted and pulled his sister, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

The long sword in his hand drew an arc on the ground.

"Senior, you and I will draw a boundary here. Don't cross the line!"

The young man said coldly.

"Brother, we knights of the world should respect the elderly and love the young? Why are you?"

The girl was very aggrieved and authentic.

"What do you know? Can you mess with it at will?"

The young man's voice was very solemn: "Walking in the world, there are five things that don't provoke: the elderly, women, children, the officials of the court, and monks."

The moment when the wind and rain enter the temple.

He felt a little cold.

This old man had a bit of conflict with his "Pure Yang Tiangang"!

Moreover, he had already opened his nose and smelled an extremely strong smell of blood just now.

This old woman has blood on her hands!

Squeak-

Another low voice.

Because of the heavy rain, "guests" came again in this small ancient temple!

This time, the young man's face was already very gloomy.

If it weren't for the sound of the door opening, he wouldn't even feel that someone was here.

One old and one young slowly stepped into the temple gate.

The old man is blind, but kind-hearted.

The child was obviously a boy who looked only seven or eight, with two horns soaring into the sky, but he was dressed in blood and red clothes.
To be continued...