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"Hello, old man, I'm going to go for a walk in the city." Seeing that the old man recognized him, A Chou was not surprised, so he walked over and answered respectfully.

Although he rarely goes out, the words "Zhuxi A Chou" have already spread to several nearby villages.

"Going to the city?"

The old man stared at A Chou and said with a dumb smile: "Old man, I heard that your brother is going home for the New Year. Are you being kicked out because of disgust?"

A Chou didn't expect that the other party would guess the key point at once, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

The old man sighed: "You are really pitiful. I want to deliver fodder to the Taoist temple in Jiming Mountain. The mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, and the oxcart cannot go there."

I'm old, and it's not easy for me to carry this cart of hay by myself. How about I give you a ride along the way? You can help me carry the hay up the mountain. Do you think it's possible?"

"No problem."

A scandalyan thought about it and agreed.

Then I got on the bullock cart and walked towards Jiming Mountain. Listening to the old man chattering along the way, my originally depressed mood relaxed a little.

The bullock cart was pulling heavy loads and the walking speed was not very fast. After walking for more than an hour, we finally arrived at the foot of a snow-covered stone mountain.

The old man jumped out of the car, looked up at the top of the mountain, turned to A Chou and said, "We've arrived at Jiming Mountain. Please help me move the fodder."

"Okay."

A Chou followed down, picked up two large bundles of fodder, and walked towards the mountain.

The mountain road was winding and rugged, making it difficult for ordinary people to walk. Fortunately, A Chou was used to farm work, so although it was a bit strenuous, he could still bear it.

On the other hand, the old man behind him was so tired that he was out of breath even if he was only carrying a bundle of hay. He would have to stop and rest after walking for a long time.

"You are really good at work. If it weren't for your amazing appearance, I would have betrothed my granddaughter to you."

The old man followed up from behind and said with emotion.

Ah Changyan just smiled and continued walking up with his head buried.

There is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain called Jiming Temple.

When A Chou and the old farmer came to the gate, they found that the door was tightly closed. The old man stepped forward and patted it several times, but there was no response at all.

"What's going on? Didn't we make an appointment to deliver fodder today? Why is no one opening the door?" the old man complained, and the strength in his hands became a little stronger.

When the old man was about to take the third shot, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

An old man wearing a blood-colored robe with two pointed ears stood behind the door and stared at the two of them coldly.

I don't know whether it was because of the strong wind on the top of the mountain or something else, but A Chou suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to have become a bit colder.

"Who are you?"

The old man in blood robe spoke hoarsely, his eyes slightly narrowed.

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