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Back in the abandoned temple, the three of them had already set up a fire and boiled a pot of vegetable porridge.

Seeing him coming back, Yunping said angrily: "There are only a few clothes in total, and they got wet just after changing. You... where did you come from?"

Xiao Duan wondered, "Isn't this the guy who stole the money?"

Lin Jingmo said happily, "I saved it easily."

"Don't talk about it yet, hurry up and warm up by the fire. Now that I have a cold, I have no money for medical treatment." Yunping reached out to help hold the child, but Yunyang refused to let go of Lin Jingmo's neck.

Lin Jingmo waved his hand and said, "Let me come, I'm probably scared."

Yunping nodded, then turned around and went under the statue to find a few broken bowls and wash them in the rain.His expression and mood seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes from before.

It’s okay, the unpleasant things are over, and it’s over, you can’t live in pain forever.

Lin Jingmo put Yunyang beside the beggar to warm himself up by the fire, while he ran to the corner to wring out his wet clothes.Look carefully, the porridge pot on the fire is also broken, and nine out of ten it belongs to a beggar.

This person appeared inexplicably, and he seemed to know Luo Chuan in his speech and behavior.According to his intuition, it must not be an ordinary person.He took off his clothes and sat shirtless by the fire to warm himself, and looked around the beggar probingly.

The beggar was taken aback by the look, and said, "Ask me if you have anything to say, and don't look at me like a daughter-in-law."

Lin Jingmo was not polite, and asked: "Who are you? You are wearing a beggar's clothes, and your skin looks like a young master whose fingers do not touch the spring water. Say you are poor, and the dagger pinned to your waist is not worth much." Fee."

The beggar said cheerfully: "You have taken my place and asked who I am. Otherwise, I will give you a hint...my surname is Su."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Yang, who was sitting next to him, suddenly trembled.Xiao Duan took the bowl from Yunping, filled the bowl of porridge and said, "Su? This is the emperor's surname."

There are not many families with the surname Su in Yuanliang, and even if there are, they are either rich or noble, and they will definitely not become a ragged beggar.

Lin Jingmo didn't think about that, he knew Luo Chuan and his surname was Su, so he seemed to know who this person was.At any rate, when he was making an app, he entered these names one by one.

He whispered to the beggar, "Thank you for the medicine."

The beggar smiled slightly, neither admitting nor denying it.

Su An, the God of Wealth, is carved like a teenager, but it doesn't look like this face at all.

He wanted to ask how Luo Chuan was doing. He had so many injuries on his body when he left, but he was afraid that he would not get an answer if he asked, or he would get a not-so-good answer.

Several people fell asleep leaning against the wall after eating, only Yunyang was awake.After midnight, the surrounding area became extremely quiet, but he could still hear the voice of A Niang singing in the courtyard.

When Lin Jingmo woke up, only Xiao Duan was left sleeping next to him in the temple.Yunping picked up a bucket of clay from nowhere, and stood alone in front of Luochuan's smashed statue, repairing it.

After seeing Lin Jingmo, he said awkwardly: "You woke up, I... I just..."

Lin Jingmo smiled and said, "Let's start over, the previous thing is just a nightmare."

Yun Ping smiled and nodded, "Well, start over."

Su An came in from the outside with a broken bowl, holding a pack of buns wrapped in oiled paper in her arms.Is this early in the morning going out to beg for food?It's not right, at least he is a god of wealth, so he doesn't have money to buy things.

Lin Jingmo asked: "Did you see that kid in Yunyang? He didn't see anyone when he woke up."

Su An put down the bun and said, "No, maybe go back."

"Oh." Lin Jingmo responded.

There was a sound of beating gongs and drums outside the temple. Lin Jingmo took a bun and looked outside while eating. It turned out to be Zhuangyuan Lang parading the street.

Although it is a good thing to celebrate for a literati to be on the list, but in the current troubled times, it does not make people feel very happy.Especially for people like them who crawled back from the brink of death, those copper coins and food scattered everywhere, as well as those teams dressed in splendid clothes, were like a disguised irony.

The number one scholar sat on the horse, and cheers and laughter filled the streets.The gong was beating loudly, and the young servant behind him who was giving money was also full of joy.

Copper coins were sprinkled on the crowd, looting, laughing and making a mess.But when the team passed by the abandoned Huoshen Temple, they didn't even scatter, as if they were looking at an enemy.

On the contrary, Zhuangyuan Lang saw a few poor young men standing in front of the temple, and said to the boy: "Go, give them some money."

The boy was reluctant: "That's the Temple of Fire."

"I'll give it to you if I ask you to."

The boy was helpless, grabbed the copper coin and handed it to Lin Jingmo who was standing at the door.Lin Jingmo looked at the handful of copper coins, hesitating whether he should have the guts to not accept them, but after all, it was money...

He clenched his hands tightly by his side, and just when he felt that he shouldn't have trouble with money, Yunping, who was cultivating the statue inside, ran out.She opened the boy's hand to give money, and said angrily: "There is no need for such a reluctant handout."

The little servant was not happy at all, and when this happened, his heart immediately burned: "Where did you come from, this is the number one prize money, you don't want it, people want it."

Lin Jingmo pushed Yun Ping back, and scolded the boy: "Where did you get that bastard? After all, he's the boy of Zhuangyuan Lang, and he speaks like us vulgar people. I don't know what His Majesty Yuan Liang thinks." Yes, anyone who has three teachings and nine streams can be the number one scholar."

The boy was flushed with anger and had a thick neck, but the tall and immediately champion man had a good temper.He got off the horse, took out a bag of money from his pocket, passed the well-dressed Lin Jingmo and Yunping, and handed the money to Su An who had been silent by the side.

Su An shook her purse: "Give it to me?" He joked, "I'm with Vulcan, and now the whole people hate it. Are you afraid that this move will cause public outrage?"

The number one scholar smiled gently, and he said: "The people are used to receiving gifts, and they will hate the occasional lack of time to take care of them. If you don't give them all the time, and give alms occasionally, you will become a good person instead."

After saying that, the number one scholar took off his robe and put it on Su An's body, then got on his horse and walked away beating gongs and drums.And those common people who received the champion's money did not feel disgusted, and even felt that the champion loved the people like a son.

Su An smiled and said, "This man is interesting, it's a pity."

Lin Jingmo: "What a pity?"

"It's nothing." Su An took the money bag and rushed to several people: "I'm going to buy something delicious, and I'll eat meat tonight."

When Xiao Duan heard that he could eat meat, he said excitedly, "Okay, I want to eat roast chicken, and I'm going crazy."

Yun Ping said: "I'll go with you and buy some fabric and needlework. I want to sew a robe for the Vulcan statue."

After the two left, only he and Xiao Duan were left in the temple.Lin Jingmo dug out a ball of clay from the barrel and smeared it on the cracked part of the Vulcan statue. However, he had just repaired half of his body when a dozen hooligans with sticks rushed in from outside the temple.

Xiao Duan shrinks back in fright, Lin Jingmo subconsciously protects him behind him.

The hooligan kicked over the clay used to restore the statue, and said angrily, "It's not here." He pointed a stick at Lin Jingmo's face, frowned and said, "Yo, I didn't see it clearly when it was dark last night. It's a child with no hair."

Lin Jingmo recognized him. This person was the servant who was scared away by his military uniform last night.Judging by his posture, he should be looking for Yunyang.

The servant looked around the dilapidated Huoshen Temple and said, "Boy, let me put my ugly words first. As long as you tell me where that little bastard went, I'll take it easy. But if you don't tell me, don't blame us." You're welcome."

Xiao Duan was confused for a while, and whispered to Lin Jingmo: "Who are they asking? Could it be the child who stayed overnight?"

There were a lot of people who came, even if Lin Jingmo had a bit of kung fu, he might not be able to fight well.He rushed to Xiao Duan and said, "You go first."

"What about you?"

"I must run faster than you."

"Row."

Xiao Duan didn't hesitate, and ran away after speaking.

The servant saw that the man ran away, but he didn't stop him. Anyway, it's good if this man can catch one.More than a dozen people surrounded Lin Jingmo, and the sticks in their hands struck the pillars of the ruined temple from time to time.

He took out two darts from the skirt of his clothes, and used one in each hand as a pair of sabers.

Seeing this, the servants didn't talk too much nonsense, and rallied forward with sticks.Lin Jingmo swept his long legs and kicked away the two people in front of him, but he was so concerned about the front that he ignored the back, the stick fell on his back and he was so painful that he had to lean forward.

The servant took advantage of the situation and slammed down on his elbow. He screamed in pain, his right hand suddenly lost strength, and the dart in his hand fell to the ground before it could be used.

He squinted his eyes hard, turned his hand and shot the dart held tightly in his left hand, and immediately stabbed the person on the left who was about to give him a fatal blow.The man was hit by a dart in his stomach, but it wasn't fatal. He raised a stick and hit Lin Jingmo's left hand.

Lin Jingmo grimaced in pain, and a dozen sticks hit him head and face.He raised his hands to protect his head, and his back and hands hurt like broken tendons and bones every time.

To be honest, it was the first time he was beaten like this in his life.Whether it's the young master of the Lin family, or the grandson of the head of Huomong Village.

Perhaps there were too many people who fought, and not everyone could beat Lin Jingmo.I don't know who was the first to yell at the temple and demolish it. In a blink of an eye, I heard the sound of clay sculptures shattering, and the half-repaired Vulcan statue was completely reduced to pieces.

"Don't touch him! Go away, don't touch him!!"

Lin Jingmo was furious, he climbed up to Luochuan's broken statue with his elbows on his elbows, took a look at his arms, and protected the fragments under his body.He couldn't stand it, really couldn't stand it, he couldn't see Luo Chuan being so abused by others.

Protecting those broken pieces, he yelled the name that made him feel distressed: "Luo Chuan——"

The stick hit the back of the head, and his eyes were plunged into darkness.

He was drowsy, and he didn't know who was lifting his body.Luo Chuan's voice was always in his ears, he was calling him, calling his name, but it was not Lin Jingmo, but Du Xuan.

He opened his eyes suddenly, but was still in the darkness.Some warm liquid flowed into his neck from the back of his head. He raised his hand to touch it, and it was bloody and sticky.

Fumbling around with his fingers, he found a cold wall and some damp straw.He shook his head, his eyes gradually adapting to the darkness.

It was in a prison cell!He climbed and grabbed the door of the cell and yelled a few times, but the head of the cell cursed him.

"Why do you arrest me! Let me out!"

The prison chief turned a deaf ear and happily played with the sieve with several others.

He tried to yell a few more times, and a prisoner in the next cell who was woken up said angrily, "Stop making noise, and I won't answer you if you yell out your throat."

Lin Jingmo punched the prison door, but he couldn't exert any strength because of the pain in his arm.He couldn't figure out how he, who was being bullied, became a prisoner instead.

The prisoner who spoke earlier said to him: "I heard that you stole family heirlooms to come in? Hey, now that you have stolen so much money and no one has been arrested, you are also unlucky."

"Heirloom? Nonsense, when did I steal something? This is simply slander!" Lin Jingmo was annoyed.

"Then how would I know? If you didn't steal, why would you be arrested?" The prisoner felt bored and continued to sleep with his arms folded.

Stealing things, could it be that muddy boy?The gangster who caught him couldn't find anyone, so he used him as a scapegoat?

The author says:

The master and apprentice will be able to meet soon, but the price of this meeting is a bit high.