Chapter 1662: Small Temple by the River (1)

Hua was a chivalrous woman. Mo Zili was injured for her, so she would not shy away from him for the sake of so-called etiquette or reputation. She went forward without hesitation to help Mo Zili, sat down on a big rock, and lifted his robe to check his wound.   Sure enough, he saw a big bloody wound on the outside of his right thigh caused by the sharp stone. The blood was still oozing out, staining the whole trouser leg red. It looked bloody and shocking, and no one knew how big the wound was.

"Why is it so badly injured?"

She frowned and hurriedly pulled the hem of her skirt, wanting to tear a piece of cloth to bandage his wound first, but the silk was soaked in water and was very slippery. In addition, she didn't have much strength, so she couldn't tear it twice.

Mo Zili looked at Juhua's anxious look, and suddenly felt that the wound didn't hurt so much.

He said, "Don't bother, I'll do it myself!"

As he said that, he pulled out a short knife from his boot, and with a "swish" sound, he had already cut off a large piece of his robe, and neatly wrapped the piece of robe around his injured leg. After wrapping it up, he stood up and said, "Let's go!"

Chrysanthemum looked around blankly: "Where to go?"

"We were washed up on the river bank here, there is a Dragon King Temple, let's go there to light a fire and roast clothes to avoid the cold, otherwise I'm afraid the cold will enter the body."

Chrysanthemum had been shivering and pale from the cold for a long time, and nodded hurriedly when she heard it: "Okay, okay, uh... you are injured, can you walk by yourself? Or I will help you walk."

"No need!"

Mo Zili was not weak enough to need her support, and walked upstream, collecting dry branches, dead grass and some flammable things as he walked. Chrysanthemum followed closely and also picked up some things that could be burned.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, we saw the Dragon King Temple that Mo Zili had mentioned.

It was a small temple built on a high ground on the riverbed. It was probably built by a wealthy family to fulfill a vow. Otherwise, there would not be such an abrupt building in such a remote place. 　　Seeing the small temple, Juhua felt like she had seen a life-saving elixir. She was almost freezing to death, and now she was very happy to see a place where she could keep warm. She said with shining eyes: "Mr. Mo, you are really amazing. In such a dangerous situation, you actually paid attention to the environment by the river. Unlike me, I was just afraid!"

Men like to be praised by the women they like, and Mo Zili is no exception. Hearing Juhua's words, he raised his lips in joy, but didn't say much. He just said: "Come in!" and pushed open the broken door of the Dragon King Temple.

This small temple is very small, with only a small main hall, and no side halls or anything. The only small main hall is already dilapidated. In the middle of the main hall, there is a simple statue of the Dragon King, which has long been peeling and discolored, and has become mottled. Perhaps because no one has been here for a long time, the dust on the altar is as thick as copper coins, and there is a salty and damp smell of mold in the room.

Fortunately, someone piled up a pile of firewood in the corner of the wall, so there is no need to worry about heating.

After entering the house, Mo Zili threw the dead grass, branches and broken firewood in his arms on the ground, and then put up large branches to form a tower, ready to light a fire, but when he touched his waist, he frowned again.

Originally, there was flint in his waist bag, but after she took off her belt in the river, everything in the waist bag was washed away, not to mention flint, even the gold wound medicine and silver notes were gone.

"What's wrong?"