The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Zhong Wen had no choice but to stand by the pier and wait for the boat from the lower reaches of the Dan River.Even if he wants to find someone to ask, there is no one, that's all he can do.

Although there is no one at the pier and no boats, what is Zhong Wen waiting for here?Can't wait for the air?

Where can Zhong Wen go?Up the river?

Zhong Wen really didn't know what he was going to do, there was no boat on the river, and there was no one around, so he really could only wait here.

Half an hour later, a boat passed by the river, but it was going from upstream to downstream.

When Zhong Wen saw the boat, he felt relieved. At least, he can be sure that there are still boats on this Danjiang River, but they are rare.

Time, just passing by in this bit by bit.

After noon, Zhong Wen got a little annoyed by waiting, so he had to turn around and leave the pier, ready to go to the mountains and forests, where he hunted a wild animal and roasted it to fill his stomach.

A moment later, Zhong Wen, who had entered the forest, jumped straight into the depths.

And a quarter of an hour after Zhong Wen left the pier, a boat happened to come from the lower reaches and headed for the upper reaches of Danshui.

Standing at the stern of the boat, Chen Feng looked at the shore of Danshui, feeling complicated.

He took a boat all the way to Shangluo County, inquiring for news all the way, but he never got any news from Zhong Wen.

However, his hope is in Chang'an, and he hopes that there will be news about Zhong Wen when he is in Chang'an. Even if there is a little news, it is already the best for him.

But now, ever since he placed the order in Xuanzhen Temple, he began to calculate in his heart, where is Zhong Wen's destination, and where is Zhong Wen's must pass.

But he forgot about Yunxiang.

However, even if he arrived in Yunxiang, he didn't know about Li Gaoyuan. After all, Li Daoling hadn't told him about his old friend and old acquaintance.

Otherwise, maybe after Chen Feng arrived in Yunxiang, he would be able to find out some news about Zhong Wen.

The two of them missed it so perfectly.

One was still waiting for the boat on the shore, but the other was looking for Zhong Wen on the boat.

If it wasn't for Zhong Wen thinking about his belly, he would probably have boarded the boat at this time and happened to meet Chen Feng, but it was such a coincidence that the two missed each other so perfectly.

No matter what, the boat that Chen Feng was on sailed away after seeing no guests at the pier.

But at this moment, Zhong Wen was looking for the prey he wanted in the depths of the mountain forest.

Two quarters of an hour later, Zhong Wen came out from the depths of the mountain forest carrying a goat, came to the edge of the mountain forest, dealt with the goat, picked up some firewood at random, and began to roast his goat.

While roasting the goat, he still kept his eyes on the lower reaches of the Dan River.

But he didn't know that not long after he left, there was already a ship going upstream, which was a perfect miss.

Another half an hour later, the roast goat in Zhong Wen's hand was basically more than half cooked.

At this time, the people near the pier, leading their families and carrying some food, came down the river from the upper reaches to their homes.

Zhong Wen had already seen these people carrying things from afar, but Zhong Wen didn't get up to inquire about anything, thinking that he had to fill his stomach before talking, and other things could be put aside first.

"Mother, look, there is a Taoist priest who is lighting a fire, as if he is roasting something to eat." A little boy pointed to Zhong Wen by the forest and said to his mother.

"Go home first, the Taoist priest should be hungry, so he will bake something there." His mother is carrying the rations of their family of five hard, and she is still calculating in her heart. Cook some porridge, or eat some dry rice.

This group of people went to the upper reaches of the village to get some food rations, rice and noodles, although they are not very good, but they can live without being forced to live. These food, in the eyes of these people, are very precious , can not be wasted at will.

As for the woman who wanted to cook dry rice in her heart, it was actually because her three children hadn't eaten dry rice for more than half a year. of.

And her family of five, in addition to herself, there are three children, plus an old woman.And the old woman was her mother-in-law, who was following behind her with a small bag of wheat on her back.

The people near the wharf don’t have many fields, and they live by the Danshui River, and there are frequent floods, just like this year, and they can be said to be homeless.

If it weren't for the government's distribution of some relief food, they might have fled the famine long ago, and who would wait here to die.

The number of these people at the pier is relatively small, less than 100 people in a dozen or so households, and down from the pier, there is a small village with a small population, probably only twenty or thirty households People, the population will not exceed 200 people.

The people at the wharf actually lived by the official road and the Danjiang wharf. Later, there were fewer and fewer merchants on the official road, which made the life of these people even more difficult.

Zhong Wen watched the crowd come back with bags or burdens on their backs, and finally understood why there was no one in the house near the wharf just now.

Although I don't know what they are carrying or carrying on their backs, but it must be an important thing to be able to leave home with their families.

Zhong Wen didn't care about those people, he was busy roasting his own goat meat, occasionally staring at the downstream of Danshui.

A quarter of an hour later, the roasted goat in Zhong Wen's hand was almost ready. Then, he took out some salt and seasonings from the bag, and began to sprinkle the roasted goat on the surface.

"Hello, Daoist."

Just as Zhong Wen was concentrating on salting and seasoning his roast goat, a childish voice suddenly came into his ears.

"Hello, little baby, are you a little baby from a farmer's family on the wharf? Why are you wearing so little? Is that your sister?"

When Zhong Wen raised his head, he realized that there were two little children standing not far away, dressed in shabby and thin clothes, staring at the roast goat in his hand, their eyes were full of desire for food , and swallowed from time to time.

Greeting him was a little boy, probably about seven or eight years old, and following him not far away was a little girl, about four or five years old.

For these kinds of babies, Zhong Wen basically has little resistance.

After all, he himself used to be like this, as was his younger sister, who was also dressed in rags, thinly dressed in winter.

But now, the two little babies standing not far from him are like this. Moreover, from their appearance and eyes, it can be seen that they must have been hungry for a long time, or they have not eaten enough.

To be honest, Zhong Wen didn't like to see this kind of scene, and he was even more unwilling to see such a scene.

He is not a savior, and he can't save too many people, but as long as he sees him, he will naturally help him, even if he doesn't have much ability, let alone, he is still a Taoist priest.

What's the matter, you have to be worthy of other people's voice, Changan.

Perhaps, saying that Dao Chang'an is well doesn't mean anything, but it does represent the respect these two little boys have for his identity as Zhong Wen, and their recognition of his identity as a Taoist priest.

"Respondent, that's my sister."

The little boy looked at the roast goat in Zhong Wen's hands, swallowed, and pointed to his sister behind him.

"Come here, both of you, and enjoy the fire. It's too cold, so don't freeze your body."

Zhong Wen waved to the two little babies.

But those two little children, listening to Zhong Wen's words, did not go directly to the fire, and there was a trace of awe, a trace of vigilance, and even some desire in their eyes.

"It's nothing, you see, I'm already a Daoist leader, can I still lie to you?"

Zhong Wen looked at the two little boys standing still, and he could guess from their expressions, so he said aloud.

"Thank you, Daoist."

After hearing Zhong Wen's words, the little boy began to let go of his vigilance, then turned around and went back to lead his little sister, approached the edge of the fire, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to warm the fire.

Seeing this series of actions, in Zhong Wen's eyes, he was very pleased.As a brother, it should be like this.

Just as Xiao Hua once said about herself, Zhong Wen himself in the past, every time he encountered danger, he was always the first to run away, leaving his little sister Xiao Hua behind, all of which made Zhong Wen feel a little guilty.

Although, that was Zhong Wen in the past, not the current Zhong Wen.But recalling these things, Zhong Wen still has a trace of guilt.

But at this moment, when he saw the little boy going back and holding his little sister's hand, Zhong Wen felt more pity than relief.

"My goat is almost roasted, come on, I'll share half with each of you two."

Although the roast goat in Zhong Wen's hand was not big, it weighed twenty to thirty catties, and half of it was for each person, at least ten catties, which was not something two little children could eat.

Although it's pity, you Zhong Wen can't do this, don't you know that Xiaowa's stomach is the same as your Zhong Wen's?

"Thank you, Daoist."

The little boy was at a loss and took the half roast goat that Zhong Wen handed him, feeling grateful, but after thanking him, he gave it to the little girl beside him.

The little girl took the roast goat silently, looked at Zhong Wen, then at her brother, then stood up, bowed to Zhong Wen, and then hugged the roast goat and trotted He left, heading towards home.

"This... what's wrong with your little sister? Why don't you eat here?"

Zhong Wen wondered, why did the little girl go home with the roast goat in her arms?Are you still afraid that you will not be able to go back?Although the little girl saluted to express her gratitude, but this series of actions made him not know what to do.

"Returning to Daoist, my little sister can't speak, she took these meats for my mother and grandmother to eat."

Hearing the Taoist priest's question in front of him, the little boy quickly stood up, bowed and saluted like his little sister, and then explained to Zhong Wen.

"This……"

After listening to the little boy's explanation, Zhong Wen finally understood why the little girl was silent and why she ran home with the roasted goat in her arms.

"Oh, what a good little girl, what a pity."

Zhong Wen felt helpless, he really didn't know what to say to such a little girl.

Those who are sensible make people feel distressed, those who are sensible make people dare not beat and scold, and even those who are sensible make Zhong Wen think of his little sister at home.

"Come on, take this half roast goat and eat it. I'll hunt another one back in the forest."

Zhong Wen felt a little sad, stood up, handed the other half of the roast goat to the little boy, and then turned around and walked into the forest, leaving the little boy standing on the spot.

"Thank you, Daoist."

The little boy looked at the half roasted goat in his hand, then at Zhong Wen who was leaving, and then bowed and shouted loudly.

And after Zhong Wen heard such a thank you, the sadness in his heart became even more aggravated.

My sister has such a brother, so I should be happy, but that girl is a little girl who can't speak, should I be happy, or should I scold the gods?

The little boy stood on the spot until Zhong Wen's back disappeared, then he trotted towards the house holding the half roasted goat.

A raging fire is left behind, still burning there, perhaps, only this pile of fireworks can bring a little warmth to the world.

2 and one chapter meat

Indeed, just as Yun Shibao expected, following the birth of Hongjun, the first saint in the wild, before Taiyi and Dijun didn't know Hongjun's attitude, they did not savagely expand the power of the monster clan as before, but chose to Low-key development.

After spending more than 600 years in the Wu tribe and Houtu, seeing that the day of Hongjun's preaching is getting closer, Yun Shibao has gradually returned to his heart.

This time, he planned to use the Golden Crow vest to go to Zixiao Palace to hear it.

There are two reasons why the Golden Crow vest is used. First, the Zixiao Palace is located 33 days away, where chaos and turbulence are surging. Dare to step on it easily.

Of course, with Yun Shibao's innate death energy transformed into form, Daluo Jinxian's perfect cultivation base, and the support of Jiuyou Banner, it is not a problem at all to set foot in the 33 outer heavens and enter Zixiao Palace.

Maybe lying down, why stand?After returning to Yaozu, Emperor Jun and Taiyi escorted him to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon, so he didn't have to do anything himself, wouldn't it be nice?

Why did Yun Shibao come here? He spent all his time trying to break through the chaos and turbulence, looking for Zixiao Palace.

As for the order of entering Zixiao Palace, Yun Shibao, who is familiar with the plot, already knew that the six futons were the biggest opportunity for Hongjun to give a sermon for the first time.

But the owner of the futon has long been determined by heaven, so the order of entering Zixiao Palace is meaningless to Yun Shibao.

Second, the people who came to Zixiao Palace to listen to the sermon this time were all powerful people, so Yun Shibao naturally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to use the Golden Crow vest to reap some benefits for himself.

As for the cause and effect, cough... Naturally, Tai Yi and Di Jun are responsible for him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yun Shibao's mouth could not help but twitch slightly, feeling rather proud.

"Brother Yun, are you so happy to leave me?" However, at the next moment, accompanied by a resentful voice, the smile on Yun Shibao's face froze instantly.

"D, I've lost my composure..." Yun Shibao cursed secretly in his heart as he looked at Houtu with tears in his eyes and a face full of grievances.

This girl was already reluctant to leave by herself, and she was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent. She wished she could blame herself for the moon not being full. If she smiled at this time, wouldn't she take the initiative to "deliver the goods to your door"?

"How is it possible... My sincerity towards you is a lesson to be learned from heaven and earth, but this matter is related to the safety of the witch clan. For you, even if there is a lot of reluctance, I am willing to go!" Yun Shibao looked serious, and said righteously .

Although he used the Golden Crow Vest to go to Zixiao Palace in order to use the name of the third demon emperor to win the autumn wind and benefit himself, but how could he say such things to Houtu?

"Brother Yun, I'm sorry for you..." Sure enough, after hearing Yun Shibao's words, Houtu's resentment and grievance disappeared in an instant, and he nestled into Yun Shibao's arms quite moved, and said emotionally.

"It's not bitter, for you, even bitterness is sweet." Yun Shibao said softly with his arms around Houtu.

While talking, taking advantage of Houtu's inattention, he subconsciously looked at the sky, Nima, this is not a future life, if you lie casually, you will be struck by lightning.

Simply put, today's Tiandao doesn't seem to want to deal with Yun Shibao, the first "scumbag" in the world.

Tired of following the soil for a while, Yun Shibao left the Zuwu tribe under the girl's reluctant eyes.

After returning to the Heavenly Court, it was natural to be reprimanded by Di Jun and Tai Yi.

However, because Zixiao Palace was about to start speaking, Di Jun and Taiyi didn't have too much to worry about where Yun Shibao had been these years, and sacrificed their own magic weapons one after another. Flee in the direction of the palace.

Thirty-three days away, the chaotic air current is raging and surging, and the strong with great perseverance and strong roots cannot come without a big chance.

Suddenly, three golden rays of light galloped all the way, crossing from the first layer of the prehistoric sky, and reaching the depths of the chaos.

But what is surprising is that after Dijun and Taiyi brought Yun Shibao to the guiding position in the dark, they did not see any trace of Zixiao Palace.

Around, there are some bruised and extremely embarrassed prehistoric monks scattered all over their bodies, and some monks even directly showed their bodies in order to resist the chaotic airflow.

After seeing the intact Yun Shibao, Di Jun and the others, these prehistoric monks couldn't help but show surprise. They knew that the three of them were untouchable characters, so they subconsciously distanced themselves from Di Jun and the others.