The rain in Taiyuan was still falling, the cold wind on the ancient road was thin, and Yang Mo was already wet.

My head was a little drowsy. I had almost no hot meal after the long-distance raids these days.

This body was also weaker. With exhaustion and Xiaoyu's invasion, Yang Mo felt that he had a cold.

"It's really strange that the moon is still raining... but don't keep falling."

I looked up at the bright moon in the sky. The cold wind mixed with the rain hit my face. I felt nothing and my body couldn't help but tremble.

This is a sign of temperature loss. When dealing with water all year round, Yang Mo knew very well what would happen if he lost temperature for a long time.

The horse's hooves were trampling on the dirt road, Yang Mo was bumping up and down, but his mind was flying around and he couldn't control it.

Lai Junchen's affairs have been resolved by himself. At present, the Li family should not be affected by this matter anymore.

As for whether there are other time travelers in Chang'an City - there should be some.

But this is not what he has to consider, Li Er will deal with it.

Compared with the time traveler, Yang Mo was more worried about Taiyuan, or Guanzhong.

The continuous heavy rain has been falling for half a month, and there is no intention of stopping at all.

If this continues, there will be floods.

The people of Guanzhong have already had a hard time, and they have a big flood again - Yang Mo couldn't imagine it.

In ancient times, there would be a major epidemic after a major disaster...

Flood, plague...

His eyes were dark and dark, his mind became more and more drowsy, and he felt unintentionally sad.

What can you do?

Nothing can be done.

But, after all, you can do something small.

Thinking of the excitement and shock on the face of the insulted girl after killing the evil young man yesterday, Yang Mo felt that everything was worth it.

After climbing a hillside, the rain did not fulfill Yang Mo's wish, but instead became heavier.

You need to find a place to hide from the rain.

The shiver was getting more and more frequent, and Yang Mo gritted his teeth. He wanted to return to Taiyuan in one go, but the weather and body did not allow it.

If you force yourself to continue walking, you are afraid that you will fall on the road without waiting for you to reach Taiyuan.

Fortunately, when I came down from the hillside, I saw a dilapidated building not far away.

After slapping the horse for a few minutes, a dilapidated temple appeared in his own vision.

Before Yang Mo could be happy, he saw a light in the dilapidated temple and his heart sank.

I remember an old saying: I would rather live in a cemetery than sleep in a dilapidated temple.

The reason why such an old saying is circulated is very simple.

First, superstition, evil spirits and evil ghosts like to gather in ruined temples. Although the cemeteries are full of graves, the dead have been buried in peace, and there are future generations to worship, so they will not harm others.

Second, experience, many robbers who are wandering around, and thieves cannot stay in the city, will gather in these dilapidated temples to rest and share the spoils.

Yang Mo did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. Although he was already a time traveler, he was more inclined to himself that he came to this dynasty because of some phenomenon that science could not explain.

Even if there are ghosts and gods, they are not afraid. Theoretically, he is a ghost, and he is a ghost who has resurrected himself by borrowing corpses, with a much higher level than these lonely ghosts.

As for the bandits...

He was the pirate king in his previous life. When he met a robber, it was not certain who would eat whoever he had.

Although this body is a bit savored, there is a river not far behind the dilapidated temple. Even if you can't beat it, it's always okay to escape.

The most urgent task is to bake it first and light it up to restore your body temperature.

It’s better to have light, and it saves yourself from lighting.

Even when I came forward, I came to the temple gate and heard someone talking inside.

The sound was not loud, and I couldn't hear what I was saying intermittently, as if I was arguing.

Three horses were tied under the eaves of the dilapidated temple.

Yang Mo felt a little relieved. Most of the people who could ride horses in this era were not ordinary people.

After stopping the horse and entering, he was stunned again.

I originally thought there were only three people in the ruined temple, but I didn't expect it to be more than that.

There were three people sitting next to the fire in the middle, but there were more than twenty people squatting in the broken wall next to them, dressed in rags and unkempt faces. The most eye-catching thing was that their hands were tied up with ropes and tied into a string.

There are old and young.

Obviously, these twenty or so people who looked like refugees were escorted by these three.

So the identities of these three people are servants in Taiyuan?

Yang Mo was not afraid of being a servant in Taiyuan. At most, he could disclose his identity. The Li family was the local emperor in Taiyuan.

Now, Li Xiuning is the main force in the army and government offices.

My wife Li is a husband on the surface and she is quite proud of her face.

"who!"

Realizing that someone was coming in, the thinnest man of the three grabbed his waist and turned his head to look.

In addition, the two people who quarreled for some reason did not speak, looked at Yang Mo with a look of alert.

“Passing.”

Yang Mo was dressed as a traveler, with a veil on his face and a hat on his head, which made the three of them very nervous.

As he said, his steps had already stepped in: "It was raining outside. I saw a dilapidated temple. I came to stay for one night."

As they spoke, they had already walked to them, took off their hats and veils, revealing their true colors.

If the three of them were servants, they were all veterans, looking up and down at Yang Mo in the fire.

Seeing that he was pretty and didn't look like a villain, he saw that his hands were slender and white, and there were no calluses on his tiger's mouth, and he was not a martial arts practitioner.

The three of them looked at each other, and the person in the lead nodded slightly.

"Can there be a way?"

The man who reacted first asked again.

“Of course there is.”

Seeing that the three of them were like people from the public, Yang Mo felt a little relieved and let go of the dagger under his clothes.

But he didn't take out his way to attract him.

Yang Mo is familiar with dealing with people from the government.

If you follow them, this group of people will become more and more greedy.

But if you don’t obey, you have to be a measure.

“Take it out.”

The person who spoke was indifferent when he saw Yang Mo, scolded him coldly.

"Who are you?"

"snort!"

The man looked disdainful: "What do you do if you ask so much? If you don't have a way, you are a spy!"

As he said that, he was about to step forward, and the man in the lead called out the third brother and looked at Yang Mo and said, "We are from Taiyuan Gong."

Then he signaled to call Lao San a glance.

Yang Mo was observing them, and they were also observing Yang Mo.

When there is a horse, he is not afraid to see them. After coming in, he takes the initiative to take off his veil and hat, that is, he is not afraid to show his true face. The most important thing is that the hands do not look like craftsmanship hands.

All signs indicate that the young man in front of him is not a villain, and even has a different identity.

"promise!"

The third brother took out the waist card impatiently and shook his eyes at Yang Mo.

The other party revealed his identity, and Yang Mo naturally would not resist.

Lu Yin, who took out Junchen's bag from his arms and handed it over.

Along the way, he relied on this road guide to pass the pass.

Lai Junchen was the imperial censor, and the road quotation certificate he used was naturally the highest authority.

The third brother took it and looked at it, and handed it over to his boss.

The boss looked carefully and was glad that he had just stopped the third brother.
To be continued...