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Chapter 2 There is a Taoist Temple on the Mountain
"Little stone... hurry... run..."

In my mind, a shrill female voice echoed, the voice became farther and farther away, getting lower and lower...

Yang Zhen managed to open her eyes, but the voice stopped abruptly, as if it was just a nightmare.He squinted his eyes, looking at the criss-crossing beams covered with dust above his head in confusion.Above the girders is a roof made of black tiles that is common in southern rural areas.It’s just that some of the tiles have been worn out for a long time, and the sun shines on the ground through the holes, forming several white beams of light, and the dust ripples slightly in the beams of light.The whole house was silent.

I am a farmer near the Qinling Mountains?Yang Zhen wanted to turn her head to look around, but her headache was so severe that she had no strength, and she couldn't even move a finger.

Ghost press?
Yang Zhen laughed at herself and immersed all her consciousness into her right hand. Slowly, her fingers could be bent, and after a while, she could hold a few fingers.He took a deep breath, and finally raised his right hand, and then, Yang Zhen was completely dumbfounded...

It was a child's hand, thin and slender, and the sleeves seemed to have been scratched by nails, revealing several holes.There are many scratch marks on the arm, the nails are worn out in many places, and the whole hand is dirty.The skin on the fingertips is delicate and smooth, obviously not the kind of child who often does farm work.

How is this going?Yang Zhen was startled, and with some strength coming from nowhere, he sat up suddenly and looked at himself.Sure enough, not only the right hand, but also the left hand, the body, and the legs that cannot be covered by half a piece of linen, all of which indicate that this is the body of a child!

I go!Yang Zhen yelled a dirty word, she became dizzy for a while, and fell down straight again...

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When Yang Zhen woke up again, the sunlight from the roof hit her face directly.He was in a daze for a while, slowly getting used to the fact that he was a child.Now to understand, what is going on?What is this place?
He struggled to sit up, put his hands on the bed, let out a breath, and looked around.

This should be a Taoist temple, only a few feet long and wide.The house looked rather dilapidated, most of the white walls had peeled off, exposing the blue bricks underneath.Cobwebs and thick dust can be seen everywhere on the corners and eaves, but the ground is still clean, obviously someone has cleaned it.In the middle of the main hall is a statue dressed as a Taoist. The handwriting looks like official script. After reading it for a long time, Yang Zhen seemed to recognize the word "white".There is a candlestick on the incense table that has not been used for a long time, but the incense burner is not seen.

The gate of the Taoist temple has long since disappeared, and there is a big bamboo cage blocking the gate.Yang Zhen looked at the place where she was lying, it was a door panel with some colors falling off, and there was another same door panel a few steps away from her.There are some dead branches and thatch under the two door panels, and the stubble is very uncomfortable.

There was also a porcelain bowl with one corner missing on the ground, and there was half a bowl of water in it.

Yang Zhen was so hungry and thirsty that she drank all the water without caring whether she was clean or not.His legs were a little weak, and he tried several times before standing up.He took a step forward and almost fell to the ground.After finally stabilizing his body, he continued to walk unsteadily towards the door.

When Yang Zhen removed the bamboo cage at the door and stood outside the Taoist temple, she was already sweating profusely and out of breath.

The Taoist temple was built on a hillside, with a piece of green grass outside. It was summer, the grass was luxuriant, and some white, yellow, and red flowers were scattered.A path skirted the side of the meadow, passed through a wood, and went winding down the hill.

Looking up, there are mountains in the distance, layer upon layer, boundless.The sky was very blue, with a few white clouds scattered here and there, and the sun shone unscrupulously on the whole world.In the distance, there are cicadas and birds singing faintly, and the sound of the mountain wind blowing on the treetops. Other than that, there is silence all around.

In this situation, looking down at the clothes that were obviously worn by the ancients, Yang Zhen smiled wryly, feeling a very bad premonition.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a sudden commotion from the foot of the mountain.Yang Zhen was overjoyed, and took a few steps forward, but felt dizzy for a while, she hurried back, leaning on the wall and squatting on the threshold.At this moment, he understood that he was fainting from hunger.

Not long after, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy rushed out of the woods, dressed in coarse cloth, with a bun tied on his head casually.He had a square face, and a square-inch bruise on his left cheek made him look a bit fierce.The clothes on the child confirmed Yang Zhen's guess, although they were tattered, they could still be seen to be of ancient style.

When the little boy bumped into Yang Zhen, he was shocked at first, and then said happily, "You're awake!"

Yang Zhen was amazed that there was no language barrier, and before she had any other reactions, the little boy had rushed into the Taoist temple from him, and at the same time pulled Yang Zhen with his hands:
"Go in quickly, there are a few little rogues behind..."

Yang Zhen was dragged back into the room staggeringly, almost sitting on the ground.Just as he straightened up, he saw that the boy had already found a wooden stick from the house, about seven feet long, and the place where he held it was polished brightly, obviously it was used often.The boy remained silent and rushed out again.At this time, the noise outside became louder, and soon, seven or eight teenagers who were about the same age as the little boy appeared outside the Taoist temple.

Each of these teenagers had the same hair as a chicken coop, and their clothes were dirty and torn, and some of them didn't fit very well. Several of them held a stick in their hands, much like the legendary disciples of the beggar gang.Seeing the little boy coming out with a wooden stick, these people stopped in their tracks, panting heavily, and cursed indiscriminately:
"Green-faced ghost, listen to me, you ruined temple, we brothers are going to decide..."

"The Taoist priest has already left, no one will support you anymore, let the Taoist temple come out obediently!"

"Such a large Taoist temple, why should you occupy it?"

"Because he will be a grandson..." Someone laughed.

Some people also saw Yang Zhen who was standing behind leaning on the door frame, so they spoke even more presumptuously.

"Yo, his little brother is out!"

"It looks different from us, white and tender, where did it come from?"

"What little brother, I think it's a good friend! No wonder they want to occupy this ruined temple, they use it as a bridal chamber..."

"You look really good-looking, tsk tsk, come to my brother, my brother loves you..."

I'm white, tender, and pretty?Yang Zhen really wanted to find a mirror to see her appearance.He didn't care about these unpleasant words at this time.

Yang Zhen doesn't care, it doesn't mean that some people don't care, but seeing the little boy shouted and waving a wooden stick, he rushed towards these people.

The little boy's moves were quite methodical, obviously practiced, and his speed was also very fast. He rushed to one of them in no time, and it was the guy who called out to love Yang Zhen.As soon as the man raised the stick in his hand to stop him, he was stabbed at the navel by the wooden stick, and fell to the ground with a scream.

The little boy raised his arms and pushed forward, then poked at the person next to him.At this moment, several people were already prepared. When they saw the little boy rushing over, the man dropped the wooden stick and ran away. He quickly ran seven or eight feet away.Several other people also dispersed, and two of them bypassed the little boy and ran towards Yang Zhen from left to right.

The little boy quickly retreated and stood guard at the entrance of the Taoist temple.The two people who came running also stopped, and after a while, other scattered people also gathered around again, but this time they were farther away from the little boy than before.

The two sides formed a confrontation again, only the boy who was knocked down just now was still rolling on the ground, clutching his stomach and crying.

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