Live in the world of film and television

Chapter 2 Wind Snow Temple of Iron Spear

Zeng Yunlin didn't know how long he had been in a coma, and he couldn't remember where he was. He only remembered that he seemed to be bleeding all the time.

It was so cold, so cold, getting colder and colder, I was shivering when I was cold, and I couldn't feel my breath when I was so cold.

Zeng Yunlin noticed why the pants on his legs seemed to be shortened, and shuddered refreshingly again, his whole body still couldn't help but curl up together instinctively.

Zeng Yunlin's body was also icy cold, without a trace of temperature.

where is this place!
The ground is sparsely covered with straw, and the clothes are tattered. Is this hell?Heaven?It doesn't matter if it's hell or heaven, it's cold here anyway.

Zeng Yunlin grabbed a few straws and stuffed them into his clothes, refreshed himself, and looked around.

Looking up, this is a temple. There is a tall statue in the temple with an iron spear. I don't know what mountain god it is.

The stone pedestal below the statue is engraved with the official script text "The Statue of King Xianming of Loyalty and Courage was restored in the ninth year of Shaoxing".

There are also two mottled couplets on the beams and pillars next to them that read "Leng Ao Gu Wei Liang I" and "Cold Iron Spear Bless the Quartet".

Zeng Yunlin looked up at Shicai and found out why the statue was so tall, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes, radiant.

Zeng Yunlin found that his eyes were suddenly very sour, his head was dizzy, and he didn't know if he was hungry.

Could it be that all the hungry people are staring at Venus, and then look down at his own little hand, his own little hand?
Looking at my hands and feet in panic, I have become smaller, Gulliver's Travels?
A gust of cold wind blew over, causing Zeng Yunlin's body to tremble again, like dancing samba, he kept shaking unconsciously.

It turns out that the origin of samba dance may also have been snowy, but it is estimated that it was frozen.

Zeng Yunlin felt that he must be hungry and dizzy. He looked out against the direction of the wind. It was vast and snowy outside.

Snowflakes the size of white goose feathers were still flying in the air, and at this time, there were bursts of gurgling groans from his stomach, which was really desolate enough.

Fortunately, there were some steamed buns as tribute in front of the incense candles in the temple. Zeng Yunlin couldn't care less and bowed to the statue. No matter how hard the steamed buns were, he would eat them when he picked them up.

After eating one, he wasn't too full. Then he wanted to eat another, Zeng Yunlin hesitated and swallowed the dry spit, put the remaining steamed buns in his arms, and lay back on his straw.

The heavy snow never ended. For four days in a row, Zeng Yunlin lasted for four days while nibbling on the tribute. At this time, he was already dizzy, and the snow finally stopped in the evening, but the temperature dropped extremely fast. Colder than snow.

But in any case tomorrow he will go out to find food, otherwise he will have no future.

Hunger and cold, Zeng Yunlin thought about solving one of the problems first.

He gathered up the straw on the ground and put it in a corner. Zeng Yunlin slept in the straw, and the straw buried the entire small body of Zeng Yunlin so that he could finally feel a little warmer.

This ghost place, ghost weather, this temple doesn't even have a mouse, it's incredible.

However, fate is always so magical. In the vast white snow field outside, a shadow quickly swept across the vast white snow. It lightly touched the snow and slid forward again. In a flash, it entered the mountain temple, but there was nothing on the snow. A trace of footprints, if Zeng Yunlin saw it, he would definitely say immortal.

Zeng Yunlin saw a shadow flash in a trance, and saw a man standing in the temple. The man was wearing a blue long gown, with a simple bun, holding a jade flute in his hand, completely dressed in ancient times.

Zeng Yunlin had never seen such a mysterious scene before, he held his breath quietly, not daring to make a single sound, for fear of causing an accident.

Zeng Yunlin thought to himself if I had such ability, would there be such an accident.

The man's ear trembled slightly, and the three steel needles flew straight to Zeng Yunlin's eyes.

Zeng Yunlin took a deep breath and let out an exclamation.

"what!"

All of a sudden, three steel needles came first, and they hit the first three steel needles at a faster speed.

"Who, get out!"

With a face full of panic, Zeng Yunlin stood up shaking from the corner with a straw in his arms. The man in Tsing Yi saw that it was a child less than three feet tall, and the bottom half of his trouser legs were gone, so his expression became slightly stunned.

Seeing that the child was in ragged clothes and unusually thin, he could guess the reason.

The man in Tsing Yi did not speak, picked up some dry wood and straw in the temple and ignited it with a scythe, and a warm fire started to burn.

The fire is always warmer than the cold straw, and Zeng Yunlin also came over.

At this time, the man in Tsing Yi took out a few steamed buns from his backpack and baked them on the fire.

Zeng Yunlin was in a daze as he watched the steamed buns spinning in circles on the fire, his throat was surging, and he kept swallowing and spitting.

"Here, it looks like you haven't eaten for a few days."

Zeng Yunlin didn't hesitate to take the steamed buns handed over and put them in his mouth, while saying, "Thank you, thank you!"

Although Zeng Yunlin's family was not wealthy, his parents never owed him a single meal.

The one who grows up under the red flag is also considered to have no shortage of food and clothing. I really miss the old days.

Zeng Yunlin himself has never been so embarrassed and so hungry since he was born. According to this father's words, the first thing to do as a human being is to live steadfastly.

No matter where it is, let's survive first and then talk about other things, although Zeng Yunlin is full of suspicion now.

"Eat slowly, water!" At this time, another bag of water was handed over, and the man in Tsing Yi patted Zeng Yunlin on the shoulder.

Zeng Yunlin only cared about eating and didn't pay any attention to his movements, and when the middle-aged man's eyes lined Zeng Yunlin's shoulders, they instantly lit up.

"At first glance, you are in great distress at home, eat slowly, you and I meet by chance, and it is a fate to be able to meet in this temple of the loyal and brave king Xianming.

"Since the Song Dynasty moved south, there are so many children in such a situation in the rivers and lakes. There are countless people from the north who have moved south, and the number of families who can't survive is uncountable. The country is in danger and a good general!" The middle-aged man stood up and looked around for a while. Fan Temple sighed and shook his head.

But Zeng Yunlin was stunned when he heard it.

"Moving the Song Dynasty to the south! The Song Dynasty moved to the south! The Song Dynasty moved to the south!" These four words kept echoing in his mind.

"I see that your eyes are clear and energetic, and you don't look like a traitor. Now that I lack a little book boy, it is better than you staying in a temple. I wonder if you are willing!" The man in Tsing Yi hesitated for a while. road.

Zeng Yunlin, who had come to his senses at this time, didn't bother to eat, and hurriedly said: "My surname is Zeng, my name is Yunlin, sir, my family suffers.

The man in Tsing Yi patted him on the shoulder again and said, "Okay! Okay! That's the case, pack up at night and follow me on the road tomorrow."

In fact, Zeng Yunlin had nothing to pack, he didn't even have a pair of shoes.

Fortunately, Zeng Yunlin had learned to weave straw sandals with his father at home. The farmer's children still have some craftsmanship. At least they don't have to go on the road with bare feet. He hurried a pair of straw sandals overnight.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi nodded after reading it, this is still a planner.

Zeng Yunlin remembered that Ouyang Feng once said in Wong Kar-wai's "Evil in the East" that he once said that the price of a swordsman without shoes and a swordsman with shoes are different, and he does not know when he will become a swordsman. A knight, learn a kung fu, hoe the strong and help the weak.

The night gradually passed, and the next day, the snow began to fall.

Zeng Yunlin followed the man in Tsing Yi on the road. The whole way was full of white scenery. Maybe it was to take care of Zeng Yunlin's footsteps. The man in Tsing Yi walked slowly in front, but his short legs were still very difficult to walk. .

Zeng Yunlin followed silently with the package on his back. For a small man like him, the snow was too deep. The heavy snow fell directly into his knees.

The man in Tsing Yi turned his head to look at Zeng Yunlin and the man in Tsing Yi nodded heavily.

Zeng Yunlin's youthful face showed a determination that was different from ordinary people. His feet in the straw sandals were already red from the cold, but this doll did not complain at all.

After two days of walking and sleeping in the rough, they finally came across a big town.

"Okay, let's take a rest here, prepare the boats and horses, wash the dust and then go on the road", the man in Tsing Yi took a peek at the plaque of the inn, and confirmed that an inn walked in.

Zeng Yunlin looked up at the plaque with the words "Yuelai Inn" hanging under the inn's lantern. It was indeed a super chain inn, with semicolons everywhere.

At this time, when I heard the inside say, "How many guests are there, it's better to stay in the shop." A second brother greeted him with a happy face.

"Stay in the hotel, give me a guest room, burn two bath water, and find a set of clothes for the little baby behind me to send over." The man in Tsing Yi said and threw a silver ingot.

Xiaoer then happily said, "Okay, go to a room! Guest officer, please ask first, Xiaoer will take you to the guest room!" He led the way in front of him, and Zeng Yunlin followed him upstairs.

Lying in the bathtub, Zeng Yunlin sighed in his heart that the encounters in life are so wonderful, how could Zeng Yunlin not know that he was in the Southern Song Dynasty, from one era to another era, it was simply beyond words.

The warm water vapor in the bathtub rose, gradually covering up the tired and panic look in Zeng Yunlin's eyes, he suddenly narrowed his eyes slowly.

Ask for recommendation, collect and reward monthly pass

(End of this chapter)