In the evening, the sun sets and the sky is filled with red clouds.
The high mountains are dyed red, while the low mountains are covered black, like an ink painting.
The sound of wheel wheels rang out in the woods. Wuming and his companions slowly walked out of the woods. When they saw a dilapidated temple in the distance, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The presence of a temple means the presence of a family.
They could finally gather some intelligence.
The group continued on their journey and arrived at the ruined temple when night fell. After confirming again and again that the ruined temple was not a mimicry of some kind, they entered the temple.
"Jiaoshan Temple? It's neither a land god temple nor a mountain god temple." Ye Wenlu took a look at the plaque of the temple and said in surprise.
Mark glanced at the statues in the temple and said, “So this mountain is called Jiao Mountain?”
"It's hard to say. What if this statue is called Jiaoshan? As far as I know, there was a Mr. Jiaoshan in the ancient earth. Jiaoshan is very brave. Have you heard of him?" Wuming glanced at the statue and continued.
Having said that, he actually didn't believe that it had anything to do with Mr. Jiaoshan. After all, there were no such creatures as snail snakes on Earth.
It is very likely that it is just as Mark guessed, the name of this mountain is Jiaoshan, so this is also a mountain temple, Jiaoshan Mountain Temple!
After making sure there were no poisonous snakes or insects in the temple, everyone built a bonfire inside the temple, took out some dry food, heated it up, and ate it mixed with water.
After eating, Wuming lay down on a piece of rag to rest. The others also went to rest, leaving only Mark to guard the first half of the night.
Beep, beep, beep…
Mark was bored, so he found a small wooden stick and fanned the campfire from time to time. Finally, he just started to knock on the firewood that had not yet burned. He didn't expect that the sound was a bit like the sound of a wooden fish, so he pretended to be a monk, chanting something and knocking continuously, and it really did sound a bit like that.
At this time, voices suddenly came from outside the temple, followed by rustling for a while, and a burly man dressed as a warrior walked in. He first glanced around the temple, and then asked: "It's dangerous to be on the road at night in the wild mountains and wilderness. I wonder if I can spend the night in the temple with you heroes?"
"I wonder how many people there are?" Mark asked.
The man replied, "It's just me, my family, and one apprentice."
"Then come in." Mark glanced at Wuming and saw that Wuming had no objection, so he spoke.
The main reason is that the Jiaoshan Temple is not owned by them, and if someone really wants to stay in for a night, they cannot refuse.
After a while, the burly man came in with his family and apprentice. His family consisted of a wife, a son and a daughter. The son was probably only one year old and still needed to be held by his wife. The daughter was about five years old and held her mother's hand tightly, while looking at Wuming and others curiously.
Finally, there was the man’s apprentice, who looked quite handsome and was probably between fifteen and eighteen years old. It was difficult to tell his real age mainly because the ancients were generally malnourished and developed slowly.
The man sat at the other corner of the campfire, using his huge body to shield his family behind him, while his apprentice sat on the left, holding a big knife in his hand.
The sword is about 1.7 meters long, quite heavy and domineering, but it is obviously not suitable for an apprentice who is only 1.6 meters tall. It is probably a weapon for a burly man.