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The concept of time in the dream is a little fuzzy, maybe a long time has passed, and it seems that it has only been a snap of the fingers.

Just when Ah Yu was falling asleep, the bluestone cover at the entrance of the cellar was suddenly lifted, and a rude man shouted condescendingly, "Do you know what's wrong?!"

A-Ting was startled, and instinctively raised her head, but she didn't answer a word.

There was a faint sound of noisy voices on the ground, and then a rough wooden ladder was lowered, directly in front of A-Ding.

Although he didn't get any orders, Ah-Ting didn't want to stay underground after all.He stood up unsteadily and walked towards the wooden ladder.

Feng Zhangjun also immediately followed Ah Zing out of the cellar, and he was not surprised to find that the scene outside had changed again.

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The season seems to have passed to early winter, and the Shanguo Temple, which is overgrown with decaying grass, is full of dead leaves, the shade of the courtyard is covered with unmelted snow, and even the well water is covered with a thin layer of ice.

Ah Zing seemed to have grown a few inches taller, and the thin and shabby clothes no longer fit well, and a section of her wrist and ankle were exposed.But he is still surprisingly thin, holding a bamboo broom that is taller than him tightly in his hand, and is struggling to clean up.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Feng Zhangjun felt that the snake in front of him seemed to be tame, and he quickly found the answer to the question——

Because there is a small follower behind A-Ting, A-Qing.

How Ah Qing came to Shanguo Temple was not explained in the dream.Anyway, at this very moment, the little Tuanzi was sitting on the steps less than a few steps away from Ah Ding. He was wrapped in clothes that were obviously for two people, but his little face was still red with snot from the cold.

It doesn't take much imagination, Mr. Feng Zhang can guess that the gangsters must threaten Ah Qing's life to force Ah Ting to submit.

As for why Ah-Ting insisted on protecting that child who was as weak as he was back then, the reason seemed not difficult to understand.

Shanguo Temple is near Liuquan City, and the dripping water does not turn into ice in winter. The freezing scene in front of me is probably caused by the shadow deeply planted in Ah Tuo's heart.

However, even if he knew the reason, it was of no use—Jun Fengzhang could neither drive away the severe cold weather, nor could he take off his coat to keep A-Zhi warm.All he can do is to secretly help Ah Ding return the fallen leaves all over the ground to the corner, and then silently collect as many dry reeds and straw as possible to help the children through the long winter night.

If there is only a little warmth in this Shanguo Temple, it must come from Zhu'er's brother, the false monk named Huikong.

Huikong doesn't talk much on weekdays, and he doesn't even appear in front of the children often, but the children are not afraid of him like those gangsters. Occasionally, when something happens, they will go to the small courtyard where he lives alone to ask for help. .

And every time Huikong came to the children's monk's dormitory, he would bring some small things.Sometimes it is a copybook, and sometimes it is a small handful of dried meat or a few pancakes.And the strangest thing is that he also taught A-Ting some of the most basic skills of breathing and practicing.

Without too in-depth observation, Feng Zhangjun can be sure that Hui Kong himself does not have the slightest magic power and cultivation.

Of course, it is impossible for Huikong himself to have cultivation—otherwise, he wouldn't be stranded in this dilapidated temple, with a group of gangsters who didn't want to die.

There are various indications that the relationship between Huikong and the gangsters in Shanguo Temple is somewhat "delicate".They don't look like partners, and they're even a little nervous.When Hui Kong came to visit Ah Ding, Mr. Fengzhang noticed more than one time that he was covered with injuries of various sizes.

However, Mr. Fengzhang doesn't care about other people's situation, he only cares about the safety of A-Ting.

At this moment, the suffering that A-Ting suffered in Shanguo Temple is still going on.

The scenes in the maze were constantly switching, and in the blink of an eye, it was midwinter, and the entire temple was covered in heavy snow.The gangsters' houses were burning with charcoal fire day and night, while the children's dilapidated monk's dormitory was as cold as ice, without any warmth at all, as the wind came in and out wantonly.

Fortunately, Huikong gave A-Ting the technique of immortal cultivation which is very beneficial for physical fitness; and as early as early winter, with the invisible help of Feng Zhangjun, A-Ting had already collected a lot of straw and reed flowers.

He led the children, spread straw on the kang, and poured a lot of compacted reed flowers into the jacket. Although the effect of keeping out the cold was far less than that of cotton wool, it was better than nothing.

In addition, there is another thing that surprised Mr. Fengzhang——Ah-Ting stole a dilapidated clay pot from nowhere.He arranged for every child on duty in the kitchen to take as much charcoal and ashes from the hearth as possible while the bandits were not looking, and bring them back to the monk's quarters.

The ashes with residual heat were sprinkled directly on the straw on the surface of the bed, filling up all the gaps.Suddenly it became a soft and warm mattress.Coupled with the fact that a dozen or so children were all crowded together, it was barely able to withstand the deep cold night.

Sure enough, he was a clever kid when he was young.

It can be seen that during the time in Shanguo Temple, A-Ting has become the leader of this group of children.But this also means that he has to shoulder more responsibilities that should not have been borne by him.

Time is still passing, the ice and snow are melting, and spring is coming.However, for A-Ting's fate, what ushered in was not a brand-new life.

The scene changed again, and what appeared was the monk's dormitory where the children lived.The light was dim, and there was a small pile of bonfires burning in the corner for lighting. Some of the children were already lying down, and some were helping each other to treat the wound with herbs picked from the garden; while Ah Ding was sitting cross-legged on the bed , Meditate and practice in a decent manner.

At this time, Ah Qing, who had grown up a little, hurried in from the outside, looked around twice, and immediately came straight to Ah Ding.

"Big brother, it's bad!"

He flicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed with hands and feet together, shouted childishly, and grabbed Ah Ding's arm.

"What's the matter?" Ah Ding slowly opened his eyes, already looking like a big brother.

However, soon, this pretended calmness disappeared.Because Ah Zing heard the terrible news that he couldn't digest for a while——

There are more and more children being sold into Shanguo Temple, even if they eat porridge and pickles every once in a while, it will be an expense, and they will only grow thinner and thinner, which will affect their appearance.And A-Ting's long-term non-cooperation also made the gangsters quite dissatisfied.Therefore, those guys are planning to take advantage of the ice and snow melt and the mountain roads to be unobstructed, and sell A-Ting to a brothel in a big town as a young man as soon as possible.

"... If you don't escape, it will be too late!"

Ah-Ting immediately realized his urgent task.

After leaving Shanguo Temple, where else to go is an unsolvable question for the time being.But A-Ting understands that even if he doesn't run away, sooner or later he will leave Shanguo Temple in a more tragic way.

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A new escape plan was quickly drawn up, which was a bit difficult.

Because Ah Tuo had already escaped several times, a gatehouse had been built beside the main entrance of Shanguo Temple, and there were people in the room guarding day and night in shifts.If you want to leave Shanguo Temple smoothly, you have to find another way out.

This is not a problem for Ah Ting. He knows that the small courtyard on the right wing of the ruined temple is a warehouse for storing wine. There is a small hole dug by wild dogs in the corner of the warehouse. covered up.The size of the hole was barely enough for Ah Zing to get in and out, but after getting out, he had to go through a narrow alley, and then use a key to open a side door that was always closed.

This side door has only one function, which is to allow the wheelbarrows carrying wine to enter and exit smoothly.Therefore, the key to the side door was kept by the fat gangster who guarded the liquor store.

This is the troublesome part of the matter - if Ah Zing wants to escape, he must steal the key from the fat gangster.

But the hope in the midst of misfortune is that the fat gangster guarding the liquor store is also an out-and-out alcoholic. personnel.

Seeing the weather gradually getting warmer, Ah-Ting knew that he had to act as soon as possible.

Feng Zhangjun followed him and turned a corner in the yard, and the scene entered the night.

After the evening work, the dormitory where the children live is locked to prevent them from escaping.Earlier today, Ah-Ting had already fiddled with the lock.At this moment, he only protruded a small twig from the crack of the door, fiddled with it a few times, and opened the door lock.

In order to increase the success rate of escape, Ah-Ting did not tell others about this plan.He only promised Ah Qing that once he managed to escape, he would immediately report to the officials and ask someone to rescue everyone.

After bidding farewell to little Ah Qing, Ah Zing quietly started the road of escape.

In the middle of the night, Shanguo Temple was as quiet as a real ruin.Only the occasional snoring can attest to the danger lurking in the darkness.

And Ah Zing was like a kitten, tiptoeing to the base of the wall, and came to the small courtyard of the wine store.

As he expected, the fat gangster in charge of the warehouse was slumped on the ground, sleeping soundly, with a small jar of wine in his arms.There is also a larger wine jar with an open mouth next to his body, on which a piece of red paper is pasted, with the word "bu" crookedly drawn on it.

Ah Tuo was still illiterate at this time, but Feng Zhangjun who followed him recalled that he had just seen the fat bandit grab some poisonous snakes from the cellar in the backyard, and muttered in his mouth that he needed to make Dabujiu.

At this moment, A-Ting had carefully pushed open the wooden door of the wine cellar, and approached the fat gangster who was soundly asleep.

The bunch of keys hung on the man's waist, only a foot away from A-Ding.As long as he gently stretches out his hand to fish it out, in the next moment, Ah Ding will know what the fate is waiting for him.

Even though he was just a bystander, Feng Zhangjun's heart couldn't help beating faster.

Reminiscent of the reality, he knew that this operation would probably end in failure, but perhaps A-Ting had indeed escaped from Shanguo Temple briefly but successfully, and enjoyed a moment of freedom—he hoped that A-Ting would succeed, but I feel that this kind of fleeting happiness may be more cruel than complete despair.

A-Ting's hand had already touched the fat bandit's waist. He cleverly pressed the key with one hand to prevent it from making a sound, and quickly untied the iron hook on the fat bandit's waist with the other hand, and took off the key neatly.

With the key in hand, success was imminent, but without warning, the fat gangster suddenly opened his eyes!

The four eyes met, A-Tiao trembled all over, and the fat gangster had already picked up the wine jar in his hand, and smashed A-Tiao's head hard!

At the critical moment, Feng Zhangjun, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately picked up the door bolt leaning against the corner of the wall, and hit the back of the fat gangster's neck with a stick.

Hearing a muffled groan, the fat gangster suddenly lost consciousness, and just happened to fall headlong into the big wine vat beside him.

Hearing a sound of snake hissing, the fat bandit's neck, which was exposed outside the wine tank, immediately began to bruise and swell, and he died like this.

The situation changed too quickly, and the young Ah Ding couldn't fully understand what happened.But he did not forget his important task at this time, quickly took the key in his hand, then quickened his pace, and left the wine storehouse.

The wall with the dog hole was already in sight, and A-Zing quickly found the hole covered by the mulberry tree.

He got out of the hole with difficulty but smoothly, and Feng Zhangjun also climbed over the wall nimbly.

What appeared in front of them was a dark, narrow, empty and long alleyway.

Ah Zing ran forward vigorously, and the locked side door was already in front of him.As long as you open it, the outside is a vast world of freedom.

Unfortunately, the miracle did not happen in the end——

"Little bastard! Where are you running!!"

Manzi's roar seemed to fall from the sky, like thunder, it exploded in the back of A-Ting's head.