I am a living immortal.

The weather in summer can change at any time.

The sky was clear just a moment ago, but the next moment it was covered with dark clouds and it started to rain heavily.

Raindrops as big as beans fell on the ground, splashing water and bringing a touch of coolness to the originally sultry mountain forest.

"The rain came so suddenly. Fortunately you reminded me."

When the two were heading towards the village, Su Mu smelled a unique earthy smell. Coupled with the rising humidity, he knew that it was going to rain soon.

Under Wei Ming's guidance, he hid in an abandoned land temple.

As soon as they stepped in, it started raining.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to leave for a while."

Wei Ming picked up some firewood and prepared to spend the night.

Su Mu looked at the falling rain and her mind was a little distracted. She was thinking about the rainy night, the scholar and the female ghost. There is usually such a plot in the stories about gods and ghosts.

At night, a strange wind would suddenly blow out of nowhere.

Then a pretty girl would use the excuse of encountering heavy rain while sightseeing to hide in the temple.

Then she would cry out for cold, and finally fall into the scholar's arms.

Scholars usually feel hot and restless all over, and then they can't control themselves. The bad ones will be sucked dry, while the better ones will just be sick for a few days. The better scholars are all handsome, and will have a life-and-death love affair with the female ghost, becoming friends regardless of age, and developing grievances and hatred.

He shook his head to get rid of the weird thoughts from his mind.

If the female ghost really dared to come, he would chop her to pieces with one sword.

Take your thoughts back.

When he turned around, he saw an old man with a long beard who smiled and bowed to him. The old man had a kind face but was only three feet tall. He was wearing a khaki robe with wide sleeves and holding a wooden cane as tall as his body.

Su Mu knew that this was the local land god.

It was the first time he had seen a god. Judging from Wei Ming's indifferent expression, he probably didn't see it.

The small Taoist temple he originally built did not worship any significant people. According to the old man, they worshipped all things in the world and practiced the Taoism of nature.

How could Su Mu not know that it was because he was poor and could not afford to build a large clay sculpture. The small ones that looked like figurines were not sincere. In addition, no one went up the mountain to worship, so there was the saying of worshiping the heavens, the earth, and all things, and practicing the way of nature. No matter how much he worshipped, the heavens and the earth would not appear in front of him.

In his eyes, the land and the stone statue were three-quarters similar.

In response to the land's salute, Su Mu returned a half-salute.

Why is it half a gift?

Because Su Mu's worship seemed to make the land a little flattered.

When he was halfway through the worship, the land disappeared from the spot, which made him confused and he just thought that the land had left.

Wei Ming was not surprised, as he thought Su Mu was worshiping a stone statue.

The sky has darkened.

The heavy rain was falling, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping. The rain curtain raised a thin mist in the mountains. Add to that the wind, the whistling wind, the dark forest, and the roar of wild beasts from time to time, which was the "liveliness" of the night.

Wei Ming took out a tinderbox and lit the branches into a fire, which made a crackling sound.

Su Mu shared the uneaten brown sugar cake she had bought during the day with Wei Ming.

He also took out some fresh fruits from somewhere.

"Where are you from?" Wei Ming was very surprised. Fruits are rare commodities in themselves, especially these fruits which look plump and of excellent quality.

"I picked it on the road." Su Mu said casually. It was impossible to say that it was given by the land.

Wei Ming also smiled and agreed, "What good luck."

I don’t know whether I believe it or not, but in Wei Ming’s eyes, Su Mu’s inherent impression is that of a playboy.

He has money, free time, and knows how to enjoy life.

Taking a bite of the pear-like fruit, it is sweet and juicy, and it doesn't look like it was picked on the road. Except for a few varieties, fruits nowadays have a slightly sour taste, whether they are wild or home-grown.

This kind of sweet taste without astringency is rare.

Su Mu also picked one to try, and the taste was different.

The old goat's gluttony came back, and he nudged Su Mu with his horns, meaning clearly, I want to eat too.

He casually gave one to the old goat and let it play with it, then started chatting with Wei Ming.

I learned that Wei Ming was not a native of Yuannan.

He saved money while preparing for the exam. The country was divided into states, counties and districts.

Although Yuannan is a city and very prosperous, it is actually just a county, while Wending is the capital of a state.

So Wei Ming will go to Wending to take the provincial examination next year. He has been in Yuannan for almost a year and has rented a small house near Yuannan. He will have to leave after staying for a while.

According to Wei Ming.

In those days when people traveled by boat or horse carriage, it would take half a year to travel from Yuannan to Wending, and one might encounter various accidents along the way.

People with poor health often die on the road.

Don't underestimate these scholars. They are not only good at literature and martial arts, but they have full life skills and are all masters of survival.

Even if you have money, the most you can do is turn your legs into a carriage, and not all roads are smooth, so you have to literally travel through mountains and rivers. In addition, there are monsters in this world, and no matter how rich you are, they will definitely eat you.

Only those who have experienced it know the pain involved.

The two chatted about some interesting things under the sun. At this moment, the sound of a carriage was heard outside the temple, and little lights were faintly visible in the rain.

Before Su Mu could say anything.

Wei Ming pulled out a big machete from somewhere.

Ah, this... This is a little different from the scholar he had in mind. Seeing Su Mu's expression, Wei Ming laughed out loud: "After all, you're alone outside, so you still need to take the necessary protection."

I saw him skillfully making a knife flower.

The fire was getting closer and closer, and soon a group of people broke through the rain and arrived in front of the ruined temple.

There were more than a dozen people in total. The leader was a bald man with a scar at the corner of his eyebrow, which added a hint of cruelty to his already unfriendly face. After looking around, he had no intention of paying attention to the two of them.

He picked up firewood and boiled water, broke up pieces of steamed bread and threw them into the pot to make a paste, then took out some dried meat and chewed it, drinking a mouthful of the paste from time to time.

The few of them discussed in a low voice so that only they could hear it and then stopped talking.

After they finished eating, they took turns, and every once in a while, four people would go to watch the carriage, and they took turns keeping watch.

It seems that the two of them are treated as transparent.

But Su Mu could still feel the vague gaze.

Even though they were deemed to be no threat, the group did not let down their guard.

"This group of people should be bodyguards." Wei Ming said in a low voice.

Su Mu nodded in agreement and looked outside the door. There was nothing unusual, including the female ghost. This made him feel a little regretful. He always felt that the atmosphere was already so set, and it would be a shame if the female ghost didn't come out for a walk.