After the old Taoist was struck into ashes, the thunder stopped, as if the thunder in the sky was just to strike him. But the rain had not stopped, and it was drizzling all night, as if it was washing something.

Han Qin curled up in the southeast corner of the hall to hide from the rain. This is also the only corner that has not collapsed in the entire hall. This is a "kitchen" with a stove. In the past few days, he has been making porridge for the old Taoist here. The old Taoist was struck by lightning in front of Han Qin, which caused a huge impact on him, and he had no intention of sleeping. What followed was endless fear. There was no one in the fields, in the wilderness, and the gap formed by the collapsed walls of the hall was black, as if a man-eating beast could jump out at any time.

Han Qin shrank himself into the gap between the stove and the rice jar, looked around vigilantly, and was extremely nervous. It was not until dawn and his body could not bear it anymore, so he barely relaxed and leaned on the rice jar and took a nap.

After the rain, the sky was clear, and the warm sunlight shone through the collapsed roof and spread on Han Qin. The warm feeling woke him up. Han Qin looked around and sighed. A feeling of surviving the disaster arose. If someone told him that the earthquake had just passed, he would not have doubted... This dilapidated temple was abandoned and could not live in it.

Let's go.

This thought came to Han Qin's mind, and then he felt a little regretful that he didn't ask about the surrounding situation while the old Taoist was still there. Where is the nearest village? Where can I see the city? Where can I make a living? I don't know anything now, and I don't know where to go there if I leave here. If I walk the wrong way and walk into the deep mountains and forests, I will not be eaten by wild animals? What's more, the old Taoist said that there are monsters in this world.

Faced with the unknown fear, Han Qin was a little timid. But he had no choice, he had to leave here.

The cultivation method passed down to him before his death was something that others could only practice. No matter what, you have to find a place with someone else.

To take a step back, the old Taoist is nonsense and fooling him, there is nothing else that can become stronger if others believe, and he has to leave here. There is only rice at the bottom of the jar left in the rice jar. Even if this little food is made into porridge, it will be enough for two days. On the third day, he has no food, and no one will collect the body when he stays here and starves to death.

Han Qin got up from the ground and came to the place where the old Taoist was chopped into ashes yesterday. After a night of heavy rain, it was already muddy. The old Taoist's ash and soil had merged into one and could not be separated.

Han Qin hesitated for a moment, bent down to gather the soil in this area, and muttered: "Although I don't even know your name, after all, you and I have saved my life together, and you have to let you be buried in the soil. But now you are integrated with the soil, I can't bury the soil in the soil anymore..." Han Qin turned around and looked at the statue of the god on the incense table. This statue was originally a clay sculpture, which had been unattended for a long time and was already incomplete. Last night, a heavy rain washed away, and there was no sign left.

Han Qin climbed onto the incense table with the old Taoist plaster and slapped the mud on the statue. He has a foundation in sculpture. Before traveling through time, he liked to play with figures. Large-sized figures were too expensive. He could not afford them and learned to pinch them by himself. Although they were not as good as professionals, they would not be unable to see them. In the eyes of amateur players, they are also a big shot.

The old Taoist's gray mud was mixed with the old Taoist's grey mud, which was surprisingly good. It was not wasted at all, and it was all taken on the statue of the gods. It shaped the shape, pinched the face, and portrayed the details... Han Qin used what he learned in his life. When the sun reached his head, he was finished and he pinched out a one-to-one old Taoist.

Han Qin dragged the fairly intact door panel over and put it on the hole on the roof, just treating it as a raindrop. In this way, when it rains, he will not be wet with the statue of the Taoist.

Han Qin knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "Master, you are wronged here and be a mountain god for a few days. When I get through, I will definitely come back to rebuild this temple and shape a golden body for you."

After doing all this, Han Qin got up and began to pack up.

There was almost nothing in the small dilapidated temple. Han Qin searched around inside and outside, but couldn't find any useful objects. He found a hatchet for chopping wood, but it was still rusted. After hesitating, Han Qin moved the iron pot from the stove and found a rope to carry it on his body. It was an iron tool at least, and maybe it could be exchanged for some money.

He poured out the only remaining rice in the rice jar and carefully packed it up. This is his food ration for the next two days, and no grain of rice can be wasted.

After coming out of the hall, Han Qin glanced at the large incense burner in the yard. If it weren't for not being able to move, such a large piece of copper would definitely be worth a lot of money.

Finally, he looked at the statue of the old Taoist in the hall, and Han Qin turned around and walked towards the temple gate. Although the surrounding walls had basically collapsed, it was the same when he walked out of the gap, Han Qin still chose to go through the door, which was also considered a respect for the old Taoist.

Han Qin pushed open the temple door and raised his legs and was about to cross the threshold when he suddenly remembered what the old Taoist said yesterday.

"...I'll tell you that there are all kinds of monsters in this world. If you don't have any skills, you will die after leaving the temple!"

The raised legs retracted again.

When I looked up, I saw that the blue sky, white clouds, green grasslands, and there was no danger.

"I'm so stupid, I believe everything..." Han Qin laughed at himself, crossed the threshold and walked out. There was a winding path at the entrance of the temple, and I don't know where it leads. Han Qin planned to go down the mountain first and then talk about it. When he met someone, he asked for directions. Isn't he a mouth? Can living people still suffocate their urine to death?

Before he could walk out for five steps, suddenly the ground trembled. Han Qin subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came, and his eyes almost protruded.

I saw a wild boar taller than a man, with red eyes, like a truck with out-of-control brakes, pushing over ruthlessly! The four hooves flew overwhelmed the green grass, and they looked violent! The two fangs on the boar's mouth were at least two feet long, like steel forks. If they were pushed on it, they would be sure to be cool.

"I'll go..." Han Qin turned his head and ran back, not caring about respect or disrespect. He jumped in from the gap in the wall, rolled and crawled to the side. The wild boar rushed in and pushed straight to half of the earth wall in the west wing. The earth wall fell down. The wild boar seemed to have no influence at all, and swelled his head. He turned around and stared at Han Qin with a pair of red eyes.

"Human, do you want to interfere in our affairs?" The wild boar spoke in a loud voice.

Han Qin was so scared that he was sweating on his forehead. This wild boar could speak human language!

Is it a monster?

Wait, he said, "Why did I interfere?"

Han Qin was confused, and suddenly grabbed his arm with his hands. He looked back and saw a pretty face with pear blossoms.
Chapter completed!