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Chapter 462 Mountain Temple

Early the next morning, Xie Zhao woke up as soon as it got dark.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the bonfire that had been burning in the cave all night, and raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Xie Zhao did not expect that this Hanyong man was unexpectedly a very meticulous and considerate person.

At this time, the man was no longer in the cave, and it was expected that he had just left.

Although she fell asleep, she did not fall into a deep sleep, and the subtle movements around her were still under control.

Just now she vaguely heard that the man seemed to have refilled the firewood for her, a stranger, before leaving.

He was a rare person among the powerful people in the Northern Dynasty who had a kind heart and could not take the noble and humble Hanyong tribe's hierarchy seriously.

For example, the "Lone Wolf Sword Immortal" brothers Yu Wenxin and Yu Wenyi whom Xie Zhao knew were both typical Hanyong nobles who attached great importance to status.

Even the lacquer carving Tuoye, the "Piyue Sword Immortal" who was born in the Lacquer Sculpture Department of the Northern Dynasties and lived in Donglin City, Ruian, Zhongzhou for a long time, is strictly a typical Hanyong noble man.

The only people they respect in their hearts are strong men who are on par with them, and they will not care about the warmth and warmth of "wanderers" who are strangers, insignificant, and of lowly origin.

Xie Zhao laughed. She didn't expect that when she went north this time, she unexpectedly met a Hanyong man with such a different temperament.

She couldn't help but feel a little warmth in her heart. She seemed to see a shadow that was particularly familiar to her in this young man.

He is somewhat similar to Ling or to some extent.

Both of them look very aloof and arrogant on the outside, but they are gentle and considerate men in their hearts.

By the way, although Xie Zhao coughed several times in the middle of the night last night and woke herself up several times, she surprisingly felt that she had a decent sleep this morning, and her mood became much brighter.

Perhaps it was because the bonfire had not been extinguished overnight, so it was not too cold in the cave.

She stretched her arms and legs, stretched her lower body muscles, and immediately got up and went outside.

The mountains and forests outside are all white, except for the pine trees, there are also some old thin greens, and the sky and the earth are a vast expanse.

Xie Zhao found a relatively clean area of ​​snow and was not afraid of freezing her hands, so she held her hands in her hands and rubbed her cheeks for simple cleaning. The ice instantly made her feel energetic.

She looked at the horse that had been tied up in the lee the night before.

The Arroma was still there, looking at her with its big wet eyes, and its eyelashes were still covered with a layer of white frost.

The temperature dropped last night. Fortunately, Arjoma is cold-resistant and has long been accustomed to the changeable climate of the North.

Xie Zhao looked at the horse and was slightly lost in thought. The man named "Zhuo Nan" was indeed a gentleman. In this severe cold weather, he didn't even follow her horse?
After Xie Zhao "washed his face" and scrubbed his teeth with snow water, he returned to the cave and heated up the half of the deer leg that he had not finished eating last night in front of the bonfire that had not been extinguished.

After eating, she disassembled the remaining raw venison, tied it tightly to the horse's back with a straw rope, and then led the horse to continue on the road.

The real danger in Jiuwei Mountain is the climate and the beasts in the mountain.

In fact, the terrain is not too complicated. At least as long as the sun is hanging in the sky, you can identify the direction and won't get lost easily.

Xie Zhao led the horse in the lush bushes and woods, traveling in the original direction.

Where the road was flat, she would ride a horse to save some energy.

When the road was steep or the trees were too arrogant, she would lead the horse instead.

By evening, Xie Zhao had passed through Jiuwei Mountain and arrived at the foot of the other side of Jiuwei Mountain.

Starting from here and heading south, you will probably reach a vast plain and grassland.

Xie Zhao remembered that when he read the "Northern Wilderness Chronicles" collected in the Shentai Palace, it said that in addition to believing in Buddha, Hanyong in the Northern Dynasty also believed in mountain gods.

For example, Guanri Peak, Shennu Peak, and other high-peak mountains such as Cangling and Jiuwei Mountains. At the foot of the mountains, most of them will imitate the temple specifications of Nanchao Tianchen and build a small temple, which is called a "mountain temple".

If the records in "Northern Wilderness" are followed, then there should be a Jiuwei Mountain Temple not far to the south of the foot of Jiuwei Mountain.

That's where Xie Zhao's plan ends tonight.

After the horse had eaten enough grass in the grass at the foot of the mountain, she turned over and rode on the horse to continue on the road, trying to find the mountain temple before the sun set. Otherwise, sleeping rough on the prairie is not a good idea.

There is no shelter from the wind on the grassland at night. Especially in autumn and winter, the wind on the grassland can blow right through a person's bones.

Xie Zhao had experienced this hardship when he and Yuwenya, the young princess of the Yuwen Department, slept in the grassland a few days ago. Unluckily, he even got a fever the next day.

She really didn't want to suffer like this again.

Whoever likes to eat this hardship will eat it. She is grateful but not sensitive.

Fortunately, God followed people's wishes. Xie Zhao rode her horse and galloped for less than a quarter of an hour when she saw a small black spot in the distance under the dusk, gradually becoming clearer and larger in her field of vision.

——That was the prototype of a temple.

Through the dusk of the setting sun, the outline of the mountain temple is faintly visible.

Xie Zhao felt relieved, let out a sigh, and drove his horse forward.

There was a nostalgic smile on her lips. When she was young, Xie Zhao liked to read some of the ancient classics or idle books left in the Shentai Palace when she had free time.

At that time, her master, High Priest Feng Zhi, always advised her with distress that it was rare for her to have a break without practicing, so she might as well sleep a little longer;

Nanxu, on the other hand, raised her chin, as proud as a little peacock, and said bluntly that if she was really too busy, she might as well go for a run in the mountains and not waste those ancient books.

But now it seems that those idle books that Xie Zhao read back then were not in vain.

Isn’t this? Nowadays, they are all used.

The mountain temple was close at hand, but when Xie Zhao rode near, he was surprised to hear faint shouts and quarrels in the lobby, which was dimly lit by candlelight.

Xie Zhao frowned slightly.

Such mountain temples are generally unattended.

However, under the edict of Emperor Hanyong of the Northern Dynasty, the people in charge of sacrifices from each tribe sent people to the nearby mountain temples to offer incense, melons and fruits on every festival.

In addition, the mountain temple is open to the people of the Northern Dynasty at other times.

Therefore, the temple lobby and courtyard may also accept some wandering tourists for temporary accommodation on weekdays.

But today, the Jiuwei Mountain Temple was unexpectedly lively.

When Xie Zhao approached the door of the mountain temple, he happened to see a Hanyong aristocratic man from the Northern Dynasty with two scars on his face inside. He said loudly in the Hanyong dialect of the Northern Dynasty:

"This is my slave. I will kill as long as I like! Kill wherever I like! Kill wherever I like! Is it your turn, a little white-faced dog, to meddle with rats? Who do you think you are?"

Xie Zhao's face twitched and he subconsciously touched his face.

When she was dressing up as a man, she was called "little pretty face" so many times that when she heard the word, she almost developed a conditioned reflex and scolded her directly.

But when she took a look inside, she immediately felt happy and didn't want to scold her anymore.

Because the person who was called "little pretty face" was none other than Zhuo Nan, the noble prince of Hanyong, who had just left Xie Zhao without saying goodbye this morning and had been apart for less than a whole day.

However, this Master Zhuonan walks at night in brocade clothes, dressed simply, and dressed like a poor man.

Even Xie Zhao determined that this person had an outstanding background through his keen insight and observation of words and expressions.

As for the Hanyong nobleman of the Northern Dynasty who looked arrogant and shouted at slaves to kill him, he obviously misjudged Zhuo Nan and regarded Zhuonan as an ordinary commoner with a humble background.

At this time, Zhuonan's handsome face was very cold. He did not yell like the strong man from Hanyong nobles in the Northern Dynasty.

The tone of his speech was not intense, but rather calm and unhurried.

"According to the latest edict issued by the imperial court, slaves can only be sentenced to death if they commit the crime of 'three killings'. It is now illegal to torture and kill slaves for no reason.

Today, the emperor is benevolent and extends kindness to the people. As a Hanyong noble, not only did you not take the lead in supporting the emperor's order, but you also dared to openly disobey the imperial edict. Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's prosecution? "