There is a starving ghost in Qingyun Temple

one year later.

Fuzhou, Qingyun Temple.

The wind is biting and biting like frost.

Although Fuzhou in November is not as snow-covered and snow-covered as in the north, Fuzhou is located to the south of the Weishui River and at the mouth of the East China Sea, and the cold wind blowing in our face is cold and damp. If it is mixed with needle-like drizzle or shell-like hailstones, it will be stinging and painful and cold enough to make people shiver when it hits people's faces.

Shen Huihe put on a newly made crescent white and green cape with folded flowers on it today. Master Qing Xuzi bought it from a Han caravan when he passed through Jiannan Road.

"Senior brother, Ah He, I also want to go with you."

"Senior brother, are you okay? Junior sister, please."

"Good senior brother, can you let Ah He and I go with you?"

For the past three days, Shen Huihe has been following his senior brother Shen Qing hard, just to get his permission to go west with him.

A few days ago, the senior brother received a letter from his master. The letter stated that he needed help with something important and ordered Shen Qing to leave for Ganzhou as soon as possible.

Shen Huihe knew clearly that the only way to go to Ganzhou was Chang'an. If he could find an opportunity to send a message and see his brother outside Chang'an, he would be satisfied!

Moreover, I heard that there are many barbarian caravans in Ganzhou, and the barbarians also have all kinds of spices and strange medicinal materials in their hands. If I can be lucky enough to find a good medicine that can remove congestion and blood, relax menstruation and activate bones to treat my brother's illness, that will be Excellent thing.

Shen Qing stayed behind closed doors and saw no visitors, concentrating on packing her bags in the house, thus cutting off Shen Huihe's only glimmer of hope.

That night, the fourth junior brother Shen Zheng entered the senior brother's house holding the compass and a large Five Emperors Money plant in her arms. The two of them didn't know what they said.

The next morning, Shen Qing immediately agreed to let Shen Huihe go with him, but he must remember to stay away from Chang'an City.

Shen Huihe was shocked at first, and then packed his bags without stopping. No matter what Sanqi 21 is, as long as I can go with my senior brother, it will be one more opportunity. The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. Let’s talk about the future things in the future!

The two of them walked together, heading northwest, with the cold wind, wind and snow blowing.

When we were about to reach the pass, the heavy snow seemed to be pouring out of control. White snow was flying all over the sky. The heavy snow collapsed a large area of ​​the mountain road. The road was blocked by heavy snow, making it difficult for vehicles and horses to move.

Shen Qing estimated the time and had to take Shen Huihe to wait for a few days in a small town at the foot of Midway Mountain.

Guannai Road, Pingle Township.

The small wooden window on the west side of the hut kept creaking, whether it was caused by the cold wind or the weight of the snow. Shen Huihe just stopped painting the talisman paper in his hand, and after a lot of effort, he finally pushed open the small wooden window.

Snap, snap, snap—

The smooth pear-white snow fell down in a blur, some fell outside the house, and some seeped into the gap between the bottom of the small wooden window and the window sill. When I pinched it with my hands, it turned into ice slag.

In the distance is the vast white Beizhongshan Mountains. If you cross three tall mountains in the northeast direction, you can successfully reach Chang'an, the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Nearby is an endless expanse of snow that is as white as pink and as soft as grease. There are layers upon layers of incomprehensible depth. Every dead tree and weed is hidden under the snow, and no trace can be seen. Not far away, there are a few sparse white-roofed houses, and most of the pillars of the houses are buried under the white waves.

"Huh——" Shen Huihe rubbed his hands through the plain cotton wristband and blew hot air on his ten cold and stiff fingers, "It's so cold, so cold——"

The town is located to the east of Beizhong Mountain, and the snow is heavy in winter. I heard that avalanches often occur in the cold winter. Therefore, in front of every house, there is a small bottle of stone statue of the ancestor of the Snow God worshiped and respected by the local people.

The ancestor of the Snow God has a beautiful face and graceful figure. She is a beautiful and luxurious lady. She wore a thick cotton and linen fragrant gauze snow cap on her head, her clothes hung gracefully and naturally, her hands were folded up and down, and she looked at everyone with a calm and kind expression.

She poked her head out and saw from a distance a stone statue of a snow mountain ancestor standing in front of the small house opposite. The small stone statue seemed to be embraced by the wind and snow, quiet and peaceful, guarding the small town. of tranquility.

When I remembered that on the road, although the heavy snow had never stopped, there were still many people kneeling down in front of their homes, praying to the Snow God Ancestor to show his spirit and stop the biting cold and endless snow.

I think this ancestor of the Snow God is their local patron saint.

"Ms. Shen, let's eat! Let's eat!"

"Okay, Aunt Zhang, I'm coming out right now."

There is only one small inn in Pingle Township that was converted from a granary. Due to the heavy snowfall and the influx of passers-by, the small inn has long been overcrowded.

Recalling that late at night three days ago, the two of them looked for several ordinary houses to stay for a few nights, but they were all turned away.

As soon as several families saw that they were brother and sister, they looked uneasy, hesitant and suspicious, and finally drove them away suddenly.

Later, finally a kind-hearted family was willing to let Shen Huihe stay for a few nights. And Shen Qing had to temporarily stay in an inn in the countryside.

This small house is where Shen Huihe has been staying temporarily for the past few days.

Although the house is small, the bed and bedding are simple and clean, and there is a worn-out copper tambourine toy that has accumulated dust under the bed. It's a pity that in the past few days, I haven't seen the young lady and the young man in the house.

After leaving the small room, turning the corner is the small hall. The small windows at the front and back of the small hall are a bit unstable, and the small window on the east side has been patched several times. When winter comes, these four small windows are sealed tightly, so that it can be slightly warmer.

In the center of the small hall is an old shabby table with a small charcoal stove next to it. The charcoal fire was slightly drunk, and it seemed that it was about to burn out.

Aunt Zhang brought her a small piece of Hu cake and a large bowl of hot rice porridge. Although it is a bit crude, in these days of ice and snow, with roads blocked by heavy snow, some hot food is enough to satisfy one's heart.

Shen Huihe took out a small green lake-colored tips bag from under his sleeve and handed it to her: "Ms. Zhang, this is the peace charm that I asked for at Qingyun Temple. It's a way of repaying Madam Zhang that you and the uncle were kind enough to take me in, and went out of their way to I also found a place for my little daughter-in-law."

Madam Zhang has naturally heard of the name of Qingyun Temple in Fuzhou.

She was overjoyed, but she didn't dare to accept it randomly: "Oh, this is not good, this is not good. I have already collected your meal and accommodation money, Mrs. Shen, but I can't take your precious peace charm anymore."

"Mrs. Zhang, please don't be polite. I am from Fuzhou, so I can naturally ask for the peace charm from Qingyun Temple. The peace charm from Qingyun Temple has always been very effective, so please accept it, Madam Zhang."