The carriage creaked along the way, and the sky gradually darkened. Zane Zhao took a nap on the roof of the carriage. When he got up again, he saw dark clouds above his head. He turned over and sat up, saying, "It's going to rain!"
"Yes." The coachman had been replaced by Zheying, who turned back and said to Zane Zhao, "It will take at least one night to get to Yingchang Prefecture ahead. There are no inns along the way."
Zane Zhao could already feel the raindrops falling on his head, and he frowned, "Is there no place to shelter from the rain nearby?" Just as he was about to stand up and take a look, he saw the purple shadow perched on a tall tree in front, waving at them and pointing into the distance.
Zane Zhao looked up and saw a dilapidated temple halfway up the hill. He jumped off the carriage and stood at the door. He patted the shadow and pointed at the dilapidated temple.
Zheying nodded, whipped the horse, and hurried towards the dilapidated temple on the hillside.
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