My Weird Life

 Chapter 1083 “Civil Officials” (22)

Hearing this, the 'Lao San' quickly weighed out eight pieces of silver and threw it to the old woman on the ground. Then he gathered a few more people and drove the old woman and the damselfly mother and son away.

The old woman picked up the money and held it in her hand. She opened the hands of several people who were pushing her and shouted, "You don't need to chase me away. Grandma will leave on her own!"

After saying this, he took the damselfly away and walked out of the current world.

Seeing that she had left the convoy like this, the damselfly became panic-stricken and couldn't help wiping away her tears: "Discuss with them that it would be a good idea for my mother-in-law to stay in the house with my child.

Now that we are kicked out, what should we do?

It’s getting dark... I’m afraid I won’t have a good time 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 the night and think of a solution tomorrow—Hey, don’t cry!

 Don’t you see it?

They had no intention of letting us in to rest in the first place, so there was no point in begging them, because they might have to let us in!

These truck bosses have very dark hearts, and they don’t look like they are in the serious business of driving trucks. Nothing good will happen if you follow them, and you might even get into trouble!

It's a good thing that you can take the money and go now. Don't cry, don't cry..." The old woman hurriedly comforted the damselfly. After listening to the old woman's words, the damselfly gradually calmed down.

She looked at the gloomy sky, and shrank her neck in fear: "I heard the old people at home say that they would rather sleep outside in a deserted grave than live in a wild temple. Let's go to the wild temple to rest, won't we?" What happened?"

  “No, no.

We are all so unlucky, so we can't be more unlucky.

 Don’t worry! "The old woman agreed. She and the damselfly supported each other and groped in the darkness for a while, and finally saw the dark wild temple under the gloomy sky.

The wild temple is built near the mountain and has only one temple.

 The wooden door in front of the temple is still intact.

The damselfly and the old woman pushed the door open and entered the temple. When she looked up, she saw a big hole in the roof. Several clumps of wild tree branches were flexing their teeth and claws outside the big hole. When the skylight illuminated them, they cast shadows on the ground. Dazzling shadows.

With her heart pounding, the damselfly quickly lowered her head and took the old woman, who had difficulty moving in the darkness, to hide in the other half of the temple, which was still 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, her mentality was very good, and she could even comfort the damselfly with a few words. He took out something longer than his finger, unscrewed the lid of the thing, and blew gently -

 A red fire lit up in the darkness!

The damselfly was pleasantly surprised when she saw that the old woman was actually carrying a fire starter.

She took the child with her, rummaged through the incense burner in front of the temple to find a few candle stubs, lit them in front of the fire - the big candlelight reflected the scene within one foot of the surrounding area.

The damselfly squatted the candle end on the stone platform next to it, helped the old woman sit down, and handed the child to the old woman to hold. Then she lit another candle end, held the candle end, carefully moved to the temple door, and closed the two temple doors.

 The door shaft rotated, making a long "squeaking" sound. In the dark, the sound spread far away, making the damselfly's hair stand on end.

She was so frightened by the sound that she froze in front of the door for a while. Then she came back to her senses and had an inexplicable feeling - as if there was someone standing behind her, and that person was quietly looking at her.

 “Aunt?”

The damselfly called softly.

"Eh!

 Come over after closing the door. There is some firewood piled in the corner.

　　Someone must have stayed here before.

We just need this firewood, so we don’t need to be afraid of the cold tonight..." The old woman was moving firewood in the corner and responded to the damselfly's words casually.

Her nagging voice made the damselfly feel a little more comforted.

The damselfly turned around and saw the flickering light of the fire, reflecting the portrait of the **** on the wall of the temple opposite. The **** looked like a young man, with a quick cloth tied on his head, hunched over, and a sling on his shoulders. There was a pole, and I didn't know what was placed in the baskets hanging from both ends of the pole.

 —This **** is more like a traveling merchant or a salesman.

The portrait of the **** on the temple wall was illuminated by the firelight. The watercolor on the portrait was quite bright. It didn't look like an old painting posted in a dilapidated temple without anyone taking care of it. It looked like a talented painting. Just like the portrait of the **** that was just painted.

Furthermore, the damselfly also noticed that there seemed to be a scroll underneath the picture of the god.

This portrait of the **** failed to completely cover the scroll underneath, so that the yellowed paper of the old painting underneath was still visible at the edge of the portrait.

“Did someone just put this picture on the wall recently?

 Have the old **** paintings been covered? "The damselfly's mind was spinning with thoughts. The old aunt laid out firewood nearby and asked her children to sleep peacefully on the pile of firewood. Then she was busy lighting a fire in the middle of the temple - the fire suddenly lit up, and the whole The scene in the temple finally became clear to the old woman.

The old woman looked around, and finally her eyes fell on the portrait of the **** dressed like a salesman. She clasped her hands together, chanting in her mouth, walked to the statue, knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "Take a rest, I'm sorry." , I’m sorry for bothering you, God, please forgive me and don’t argue with poor people like us.

 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 better to take away the life of that fat man..." Damniang was still a little nervous at first, but now she listened to the old woman’s words in front of the portrait of the god, and her heart Relaxing a little, with a smile on her lips, she waited for the old woman to finish chanting, stood up, and then said to her: "Auntie, what are you talking about?

The gods may not be able to listen..."

"Whether you accept it or not, I have already confessed to 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 picked up some firewood and added a few sticks to the fire to keep it burning.

Standing by the fire and listening to the roar of the wind 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.

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 sound broke the inner peace of the damselfly in an instant. The damselfly felt nervous 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 bunch 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 wears a blue-black robe with the seventh-grade literary officer's "Hongshu" patch embroidered on the chest, and wears 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 **** on the temple wall and walked in.

　　As this man who seemed to be a high-ranking 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 raised his eyes and looked at the wild temple built against the mountain in front of him.

 In his perception, the calamity 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 previously entered the temple 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 became apparent, and then it suddenly faded away on its own?

This situation is quite strange. Su Wu guessed that Li Gui hiding in the dark may have changed his target.

 The calamity between heaven and earth is still flowing, 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.”

Su Wu's eyes flickered with light as 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 **** 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 robe he was wearing, and immediately pulled the damselfly to bow to him: "Common woman pays homage to you, sir!"

 “Greetings, your lord!”

 A penetrating chill circulated around the figure in civilian robes.

The old woman who was very talkative before now had her forehead pressed to the ground and she didn't dare to let out a breath.

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 heads, there were only sporadic flames left. The sporadic flames were struggling under the strong cold, and they were uncertain.

 The ‘high official’, who had slender eyebrows and mung bean eyes, and did not look like a Han man, shook his eyebrows. His lips did not move, but a vague human voice came from his abdomen: “Who has been here before?

Who... made a wish to the painting on the wall? "

 (End of this chapter)