We set up the tents and indeed found that both of them had been torn open. The top of one tent was ripped by the wind, and the other was scratched by sharp shrubs. If a torrential rain were to come later, these two tents would be useless.

The tents were sent by Long Shao Ye through someone else. He was furious and cursed, "Fake and inferior products! I'll settle the score with them when I go back!"

The tents couldn't be used anymore. Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed in the sky, making our ears buzz.

Sharp whistling sounds came from the woods, as if all the demons and monsters had been stirred awake.

Dazzling lightning reflected on the lake's surface like a divine sword turned upside down, coloring the lake red.

The originally graceful and charming Fairy Lake had now become eerie and mysterious.

Soon, raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky, bombarding the primitive forest.

Ripples splashed on the lake's surface, and the water seemed to boil, bubbling with bubbles.

At the same time, a strong wind blew, causing the trees to rustle. With the assistance of the wind, the raindrops became even more violent.

The tents were already broken, and the bonfire had extinguished. It was impossible to stay at the campsite.

We had a brief discussion and then hurriedly ran into the depths of the woods, covering our heads.

Our hope was to find a tree hollow or a cave to take shelter from the storm.

We ran through the muddy woods, drenched like chickens, looking extremely miserable.

Our hair was plastered to our foreheads, feeling ice-cold. Rainwater trickled down our foreheads, blurring our vision.

The rain was pouring heavily, and mist filled the woods. We ran frantically, surrounded by a thick fog, unable to distinguish the direction.

While running, we heard a scream from Zhang Yuxin. She slipped and rolled down a slope.

I heard Zhang Yuxin scream, turned around to grab her, but grabbed nothing. I stepped on empty space and lost my balance, rolling down as well.

It was a steep slope, and due to the mist obscuring our vision, we couldn't see what was beneath our feet.

We could hear screams of "ah" all around us. The people behind hadn't reacted yet and rolled down one after another like a snowball.

The slope was covered in mud, and with the rain's washing, we slid down, falling and colliding with rocks, bushes, and protruding tree roots.

We didn't know how long we rolled before finally coming to a stop.

I was covered in mud from head to toe, extremely disheveled. Because I was wearing short sleeves and shorts, my arms and legs were scraped, leaving bloody cuts from sharp shrubs. My body was covered in bruises, feeling as if I had rolled in chili powder, causing a burning pain.

I wiped off some mud from my face, shook my dizzy head, looked around, and saw my companions lying haphazardly nearby, resembling a group of defeated soldiers, groaning in pain.

"Where's Yuxin? Where is Zhang Yuxin?"

I anxiously got up from the ground, and suddenly, my hands grabbed onto something soft and fluffy. It felt a bit strange.

I lowered my head and saw that Zhang Yuxin was lying beneath me, and at this moment, my hands, without deviation, were resting on her chest.

Uh, I have to say, Zhang Yuxin developed quite well.

I quickly let go, only to find that Zhang Yuxin's eyes were tightly shut, having fainted. Blood oozed from her forehead; she must have hit a rock during the roll down.

We helped each other up from the ground. Looking up, we couldn't see how high the slope was.

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The slope was muddy and impossible to climb back up. There was no hope in retracing our steps.

Everyone was concerned about Zhang Yuxin. I reached out to feel her breath, and luckily, she was breathing smoothly; she had just passed out. She would wake up naturally after a while.

Long Shao Ye looked down at his muddy self, with a mournful face, saying, "Wuwuwu, my Adidas outfit was just bought from the city!"

Everyone was injured and battered, muttering complaints one after another.

I carried the unconscious Zhang Yuxin and said to them, "Complaining won't help. Save your energy and quickly find a place to take shelter from the rain!"

In the muddy woods, we walked forward, step by shallow step.

Luckily, we brought two emergency flashlights when we set off. However, water vapor filled the air, and the flashlight's beam couldn't illuminate much. We could barely see the path beneath our feet.

After walking for who knows how long, when we raised our heads, we were surprised to see a dilapidated temple standing before us.

No one expected that there would be a temple in such a remote and desolate place!

Although the temple was extremely rundown, it was at least a place where we could seek shelter from the wind and rain. So when we saw the temple, we were overjoyed and ran towards it shouting and cheering.

Amidst thunder and lightning, with the storm raging, we arrived panting at the entrance of the temple.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the temple gate. A faint ghostly cry could be heard from inside the temple, frightening us, causing everyone to involuntarily take a step back.

In the flash of lightning, we saw a plaque hanging at the temple entrance. The plaque was swaying, covered in dust and spiderwebs. A palm-sized spider scurried across it. The plaque read "Youlan Temple" in three characters, with the golden paint inside the letters already worn off, resembling a leper's head, very unsightly.

On both sides of the gateposts, there were two lines of ancient poetry: "Birds roost on trees by the pond, monks knock on the door under the moon!"

We had studied this poem in our Chinese textbook. The poem is called "Inscription for Li Nian's Secluded Residence" by Tang Dynasty poet Jia Dao. The full poem goes as follows:

"Apart from few neighbors in a leisurely residence,

A grassy path leads to an abandoned garden.

Birds roost on trees by the pond,

Monks knock on the door under the moon.

Crossing the bridge reveals different colors,

Moving stones stirs up clouds at the roots.

Temporarily leaving but coming back here,

Our secluded meeting does not disappoint."

The original poem has a beautiful artistic conception, but our current situation couldn't be more different from the poem's mood.

Youlan Temple was not large in size. It was nestled in a mountain hollow, having gone through countless years of vicissitudes to become this desolate state.

The courtyard walls had crumbled, and weeds grew everywhere. The doorknob was rusty, indicating that it was an ancient temple.

Recalling the past, the morning bell and evening drum would resonate within this majestic mountain range, exuding a sense of tranquility and vastness. It could be considered a good place for cultivation.

I asked Fatty to open the door. He walked up and slapped the doorknob, making a loud sound. "Is anyone inside?"

I kicked Fatty's buttocks in annoyance. How blind could he be? The temple was already in such a state; how could anyone be inside? It would be more like encountering a ghost!