Great Sui Guoshi

It was snowing heavily, and the mountains and plains were covered with white caps.

A handful of dry grass was buried in the snow, and then the donkey's tongue was stretched out, and the snowflakes were rolled into the mouth and chewed slowly.

The old donkey who had been cast with a warming spell happily shook its bald tail, gnawed on the grass leaves emerging from the snow, raised its head from time to time and stepped on the shallow footprints of the two people in front of it, trotted for a while, and continued to look for dry grass .

After leaving the boundary of Liyang City, the wind and snow grew stronger and hit people's faces, forming frost. Lu Liangsheng cast spells on the Taoist to avoid water and wind. These are all in "Qing Huai Bu Meng", He gnawed through the whole book, but it was a pity that there was no way to know what spells were recorded in the few pages that were destroyed by fire four years ago when he met Pudu Cihang.

"Old Sun, what do you think those people are stealing children and women for?"

The wind and snow rushed towards him, but before it touched the scholar's robe, he immediately turned around and flew to the rear. Lu Liangsheng looked at the vast snow in front of him, all the way east, and then south, thinking about this confusion.

"It can't be that these ascetics are still doing tooth and nail business, right?"

Hearing the scholar's words, the Taoist at the side seemed indifferent, rubbed his hands together and replied tremblingly:

"I don't know about it. Anyway, it's not uncommon for these heretical monks to do some deviant things... Oh, I'm freezing to death... Why did I choose this kind of weather? Isn't it good to stay at the house of the fat magistrate? At least until It’s never too late to go after winter.”

Lu Liangsheng turned to look at him and waved his sleeves.

"Isn't it cold now?"

A warm feeling rose from the soles of the Taoist's feet, and when it spread throughout his body, it was indescribably comfortable.

"Why didn't you come up with this alchemy earlier!!"

Sun Yingxian completely let go of his hands, put them lazily behind his head, took small steps with ease, and whistled a few times.

"Old Toad is still comfortable, lying down wherever he goes."

The old donkey swayed slowly, and amidst the creaking and rubbing sounds of the bookshelves, Taoist Toad became sleepy after the snow fell, so he made a small bed in the cubicle, complete with quilts and blankets.

Looking through the gap in the fence, the toad is covered with a mattress, resting on a soft pillow, sleeping soundly. Occasionally, it raises its frog webs and scratches its face, stretches its feet out of the blanket to feel the coolness, then retracts back, and turns over. body, there was a slight snoring sound.

In this ice and snow day, there are very few long-distance travellers. If anyone sees this scene, they will probably be amazed that scholars, Taoist priests, and old donkeys can walk in such weather.

Out of the boundary of Heliangzhou, to the south is Yuqing Mansion, but the two of them did not go there, but went east along the boundary of the two states, and returned to the capital. Next month is February, and Lu Liangsheng is going to participate in the Spring Festival of the Ministry of Rites .

After going south, the heavy snow is getting less and less, and there are many villages and farmlands along the way. Further forward, there is a big river flowing down south. There are hundreds of miles away.

It was snowing heavily in the cold winter, and the river was already frozen, but there were two families busy on the bank.

"Xiao Chu, use a little more force, and the Internet will be fixed quickly."

On the shore, an old man wearing a hat called out to the young man on the ice, probably his son, and the old wife next to him blew on her red hands and continued to straighten the fishing nets.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Dang Dang Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

As if hearing the ringing of a copper bell, the old woman and another family followed the sound. The wind and snow were intertwined. A scholar led an old donkey from far to near. The Taoist, at first glance, was not unusual, but when the old man got close to him, the two of them vaguely brought a donkey, and there seemed to be no snowflakes on their bodies.

The old man wanted to take a closer look, but his eyes blurred. Two people and a donkey were approaching, and the scholar walking in front arched his hands towards him.

"Old man, the two of us passed by here, hungry and thirsty, and hoped that we could buy some food at the old man's house to satisfy our hunger."

Lu Liangsheng's tone was modest and polite, and he took money in his hand again. The old man opened his eyes and looked hard. The handsome scholar standing there had clean and tidy hair on his temples, and his robe had no traces of snow. How could he not know something at such an old age.

Another family, a scholar, had money in his hand, and was scolded by the old man just as he was about to speak.

"There is food at home, and I come to the river to dig ice to catch fish!"

Then he got up and saluted the scholar and the Taoist.

"This scholar, and that Taoist priest, went from house to house in the village, and they were all affected by the severe drought in Heliangzhou. There is nothing to eat. You two might as well go to the next village to have a look."

Lu Liangsheng looked at the other villagers, smiled and nodded.

"Thank you for your advice, old man."

After speaking, he led the old donkey and turned to another direction.

The family on the shore watched the scholar disappear in the wind and snow. After the sound of the copper bell faded away, they couldn't help complaining to the old man.

"Others have taken the money, but they still refuse others. It's not that there is no food at home."

The old man over there spat out a mouthful of saliva and helped the old wife continue to manage the fishing net.

"Can you see the scholar and the Taoist priest clearly? There is such a heavy snow, there is no snow on the body, and there is not even a spot of mud. Whether it is a human or a ghost, let's not touch it."

"Is... really so suspenseful?"

"Hmph, this man, if he lives longer, he will be able to handle everything clearly."

……

At this moment, the Taoist who was going south along the Liujin River kicked a stone flying with his foot in anger and fell into the river.

Looking back at the scholar leading the donkey.

"It's not easy to use money? Obviously someone wants to speak, if it wasn't for that old guy to get in the way..."

Lu Liangsheng didn't know whether to laugh or not when he saw his distraught look.

"Actually, the old man was close and saw that there was no snow on you and me. He became suspicious and didn't dare to contact us. It seems that he used magic to drive on the road. Before asking people, he withdrew his mana and pretended to be an ordinary person. .”

Now, after walking a long way, with few people along the way, Sun Yingxian replied, "OK, you can do whatever you want..." Surprise suddenly flashed across his eyes as he looked around.

Turning the previous words around, pointing to the road by the river a little further away, the outline of the house is mixed in the wind and snow.

"Old Lu, it seems that there is something to eat."

At a distance of more than 50 feet, I could see the building in front of me clearly, a house with a pergola outside, and a few tables and chairs in the shed could be seen far away.

"and many more."

Lu Liangsheng suddenly stopped and grabbed the impatient Taoist.

"How can there be a shop in such a remote place?"

The surrounding rivers were frozen, and the reeds were withered and covered with snow. Even in the past, pheasants would still come out to plan food. After the thunder disaster, Lu Liangsheng was quite sensitive to all fluctuations around him.

On the side, the Taoist also frowned and looked over there.

"It may be a black shop, but it's important to eat, so go and have a look?"

"Ah."

Along the way, the dry food has long been exhausted, not to mention that He Liangzhou has nothing to eat, even if it is a black shop, Lu Liangsheng and the two of them don't care much, being hungry is a big deal.

"Before you go, wait, just in case."

In the eyes of the Taoist, Lu Liangsheng took out the last two scrolls and spread them on the donkey's back. In his hand was a brand new brush, which was given by the magistrate of Liyang City when he knew that he was also a scholar, and the inkstone and pen holder.

Lu Liangsheng pursed his lips and recalled some pictures in his mind, flicked his wide sleeves, the nib of the pen was stained with ink, and green ink fell.

What is outlined is the outline of the inn and restaurants ahead...

The repeated spells in Chapter 1 are useless to me

The wilderness path is sparsely populated, and there is a fire in the stove. The shop guy who took the firewood tricked it and passed it into the stove.

When the cooking smoke rises, ding ding... the sound of copper bells comes from afar.

The guy got up and looked at the shopkeeper in the inn in front of him who was flicking the abacus. The latter buried his head in crackling the abacus, as if he didn't notice that the guy was looking over, but simply replied.

"A guest is here, what are you doing in a daze?"

The man turned around without saying a word, looked at the two people and the donkey coming from the dirt road over there, hurriedly pulled the rag off his shoulders, trotted to the side of the shed, stretched out his hand inside, and invited the two people who came over.

"Two guest officers, please come inside, please come inside!"

Tied to a quiet old donkey, Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist sat down on a nearby table and chair, shaking off the snowflakes on their bodies, and asked:

"What kind of food is there in the shop?"

"Don't dislike the two guests, there are no good cooks in the small mountain shop, most of them are some strange mountain dishes."

The store clerk diligently wiped the small table in front of the two of them. After reporting the names of the dishes, Lu Liangsheng randomly ordered a few dishes and asked the back chef to serve them quickly.

"The two of us are tired from the long journey, and our stomachs are so hungry and thirsty. I hope it will be faster. I would like to thank my little brother in advance."

The clerk saw that the scholar was being polite, but the Taoist next to him was silent. He fiddled with his chopsticks, retracted his peripheral vision, and responded with a smile. He put the rag on his shoulder and trotted back into the shop. The shopkeeper wearing an ear-pressing cap raised his face, exchanged a glance with the clerk, and then buried himself down to continue keeping accounts.

In the vague outline of the brush, the shop assistant has already brought the dishes from the back kitchen, stepped out of the inn door, and came to the shed outside.

"You two guests, your dishes are all ready. This is Qingban Sharen, Red Boiled Pig's Heart, Millet Hot Rice..."

Even if there were no other customers or pedestrians around, the waiter still yelled the names of the dishes loudly and vigorously, and brought several dishes, corn and rice to the table one by one.

He handed over the chopsticks graciously, and didn't leave, just stood by the table with the tray, watching the scholar and the Taoist put the vegetables into their mouths.

When the delivery came to his mouth, Lu Liangsheng suddenly stopped and looked at Xiao Er.

"Is there anything else, little brother?"

The guy smiled slightly and shook his head.

"It's okay, the little ones have nothing to do, just stand here." Then he added: "Guest officer, eat quickly, the weather is cold, and the food gets cold quickly."

Behind him, in the paper window of the inn, there were shadows, with very light steps. The shopkeeper behind the counter also stopped writing at this moment, turned his face slightly, and looked at the figures sticking to the window.

"The magic circle has been set up, and these two people can't escape..."

Just as he was about to wave his hand to let the people under his command go out, suddenly, there was a Buddhist sound chanting in the distance, accompanied by the sound of golden cymbals, suona, and wooden fish.

The shopkeeper frowned and gently lowered his hands.

"Don't panic, it seems that many people are coming."

Scholars and Taoist priests eating outside stopped their chopsticks and looked in the direction of the Sanskrit chanting. A long procession spread across the dirt road between the trees.

Amulets and staves stand in a row, and maids in navy blue plaid cassocks walk on both sides of the front, swaying white petals, which flutter down and spread among the roads.

The guy standing outside had a strange expression on his face. He subconsciously looked into the inn. The shopkeeper frowned.

"Where did this group of weird monks come from..."

At this moment, the spreading strange team stopped outside the inn, and a female voice came from the high-veiled sedan chair with a crane's head. Two maids went over and opened the curtain left and right. Black steps stepped out first, stepping on the white on the petals.

"Good! Good!"

The one who entered everyone's field of vision was a thin old monk in a yellow cassock and long-eared monk's hat, with the fearless seal on his face, looking at the inn expressionlessly, without even looking at the scholars and Taoists who were eating there.

"The people of the world are deeply in the sea of ​​suffering, suffering from tribulations and catastrophes, and they still don't turn back. How good! How good!"

When the shopkeeper walked to the door, his eyelids twitched. This old monk has no personality, no evil spirit... nothing, it's too weird.

"I don't know where the master came from, what is the purpose of coming here?"

"The people of the world are deeply in the sea of ​​suffering, suffering from tribulations and catastrophes, and they still don't turn back. How good! How good!"

However, the answer to the shopkeeper was to repeat the previous sentence.

Snowflakes flew and fell gently, and the two sides suddenly fell into a weird stalemate.

……

A little farther away, on the other side of the dirt road, the two rocks seem to be able to see what happened at the inn, but they are holding chopsticks in their hands, and they are holding the food in their mouths and chewing.

"Old Lu, how did you find out that something was wrong there?"

"I didn't notice it at first, but I just wanted to test it out. After the illusion, I clearly felt that there were traces of mana on that Xiaoer's body."

The two stones standing on the side of the road are exactly Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist who have cast a blinding trick, while the one in the shed outside the inn is Lu Liangsheng's illusion.

After realizing something was wrong, another picture scroll was added just in case, and there was the current scene.

"The only cultivators who have enmity with us are Zhu Ziyi...well...they should be the only ones."

Lu Liangsheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, and hung two paintings on a nearby tree. After all, a hero can't stand a crowd, so there's no need to put himself and the Taoist in danger.

He waved to the Taoist who secretly dropped the dishes on the table.

"Go away."

After leading the old donkey and bypassing the inn ahead, Sun Yingxian quickly ate two more bites with two plates of food, and followed quickly.

At this moment.

Zhu Ziyi, who also used blindness to incarnate as the shopkeeper, looked at the old monk in front of him for a while, and couldn't stand any longer. He removed the blindness and stretched out his hand suddenly. The window behind him exploded with a bang, and the magic sword flew into his hand.

A sword slashed at the sedated figure over there, and then... the old monk and the long dragon parked by the roadside turned into speckled stars and scattered in all directions.

"Illusion, that scholar...too bad!"

Zhu Ziyi tilted his head, and slashed at the scholar and Taoist beside the table with his sword again.