Gui Gongzi [Green Snake]

At nightfall, the northern suburbs of Jinhua City.

The scholar trotted forward anxiously in the rain, holding a bamboo umbrella that leaked air.

The thunderstorm came suddenly and covered the sky, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand made the raindrops even more scattered. When the scholar saw a towering and lush banyan tree in front of him, he ran over decisively, wanting to avoid it for a while.

I don't know how long the old banyan tree has lived. Aerial roots hang down on the ground, go deep into the soil, and then grow new branches and leaves. Repeatedly, each tree has grown into a giant that cannot be seen at a glance.

The scholar leaned against the tree trunk, trying to find a place where the branches and leaves were dense enough to hide.

"Lingling..."

The ringing of the bell seemed to be floating in the rain, and the scholar raised his head when he heard the ringing, but he caught a glimpse of a corner of the white clothes.

Walking around, bypassing the unsightly branches, the scholar saw a thin figure from the back.

Dressed in white clothes, with a purple crown and hair tied, holding a folding fan in his hand, he fanned himself leisurely. Looking carefully, the left hand behind his back has a red line looming on his wrist, and at the end is a small golden bell.

"Here, young master?" The scholar wiped his eyes, the rain and sweat mixed together, his eyes were so sore that he couldn't open them.

The movement of shaking the fan paused, but the young man did not move.

"My lord, I'm going to the capital for the exam, but I got lost in the heavy rain. Dare I ask you, is there a place to take shelter from the rain?" The scholar couldn't help but raised his voice, and walked a few steps forward after groping.

"Near here?" The young master just looked ahead, his voice was very clear, "Then there is only this temple."

temple?

The scholar walked to the other party's side, only to realize that there was a hidden hole behind this old banyan tree.

An ancient temple stands awe-inspiringly on the ground, the temple tower is magnificent, red lanterns are hung on the left and right sides of the Zhumen, and the dim light seems to welcome visitors to enter.

"Oh, such a nice place, it must be lived by wealthy households, and maybe they will provide some food to fill their stomachs." The scholar was overjoyed, and then turned to the people around him, "Young master, why don't you go in together?"

Seeing this, the scholar couldn't move his eyes away.

The young man in white seems to be accustomed to being looked at like this, but he is indifferent. He just put away his folding fan, his dark eyes are like a brush pointing out calligraphy, and his face is as handsome as a fairy in a picture.

The thin and well-shaped lips were slightly parted, and he said in that magnetic voice: "I haven't figured out how to say hello yet."

The scholar was still staring blankly at the young man in white, only him was in his field of vision, and even the sound of the rainstorm beating on the leaves faded away.

How can a person see this well?

As if feeling the scholar's bewilderment, the young man in white casually glanced at the scholar with his eyes like a pair of ink paintings, half teasing and seven parts cold, unexpectedly making the downcast scholar blush up to his ears.

Lowering his head abruptly, the scholar seemed to hear the other party laugh softly, and immediately became more embarrassed, arguing: "Greetings—we'll think about greetings after we meet, I don't know how to think about it now!"

"Hehe, that's what I said." The young man in white nodded, and then walked towards the temple in a free and easy manner.

Looking at the other person's back, the scholar has to follow.

"I suggest you don't come in." Suddenly, the person walking in front dropped a sentence, "A few bandits went in just now, but now they can't come out."

The scholar is a little strange.

Bandits?If this kind of people went in, wouldn't they burn, kill, torture and loot, then is the owner of this temple still alive?

Besides, if a bandit really went in, wouldn't this young man in white go in at this moment, wouldn't he throw himself into a trap and wait to be robbed and killed?

After thinking like this for a while, the scholar felt that the young man in white was lying to him and saying such things to prevent him from going in, so he immediately snorted, took big strides, and walked into the temple without hesitation.

The sky was gloomy, the rain was pouring heavily, and there was no sign of it decreasing at all. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, like a punishment from heaven, and slammed heavily on the ground in front of the temple.

The white light flashed across and illuminated the plaque hidden in the dark above the gate for a moment. In the slanting wind and cold rain, the three large characters "Lanruo Temple" engraved on it could be vaguely discerned.