Is the little monk enlightened today?

The next day, hundreds of celebrities gathered from various sects in the martial arts. Among them, Daoist Mo Xu and Monk Xuan Jing were the main force this time, and doctors Du Yuxie and A Fang also joined them. With the four leaders and the Fuyun Shenjian, the plan to rescue Feng Xuanzi should not be too difficult.

A group of people headed for the Western Regions in a mighty way.

Master Liaokong was unable to accompany him because he was going back to Tianencheng Temple. Before leaving, he deliberately dismissed the crowd and talked to the young monk alone for a while.

"Disciple, understand this grievance as soon as possible, and the teacher will wait for you in heaven."

The little monk scratched his hair in embarrassment, and said: "Actually, I still hope that Master can go with us. The internal force inherited in my body is not completely stable now, and I am afraid that there will be some unexpected changes at that time."

"The prayer beads you wear are like being a teacher in person."

"Yes, yes, Mifan must remember the Buddhist teacher's order, and never forget the Buddhist scriptures every day."

The master looked back again, and then looked at him with a smile between his brows: "Now that you have entered the secular world, free secular people will accompany you. As a teacher, I believe that no matter what difficulties we have, the smartest people in Tianencheng Temple will not be troubled." Little monk."

You Fan heard that Master's words seemed to have a little bit of a bad premonition, and he couldn't help but muttered with a wry smile: "I think Master, you are cheating on me again, and this time I have sufficient evidence!"

The people waiting at the side saw that fake monk with peerless martial arts was chased and beaten by his master for a long time.

The border ceased fire for several months, and the number of merchants coming and going gradually increased. There were a lot of people in the Wulin, and it took a long time for the officers and soldiers stationed to search. The general is very familiar, but he has high eyesight, so he didn't intend to take a second look here.

Gu Yan shook his fan and said to himself: "If you are a general in the court and concentrate on the battlefield, you are not a good general."

Only those who know the inside know what is going on, and others only think it is the Shushan leader who has feelings.

Traveling westward for a hundred miles, the wind and sand in the desert covered their eyes, and when it rained heavily, the heat on the ground filled their noses, making people extremely uncomfortable. But the desert didn't even have a big tree to shelter from the rain, so everyone had to go on their way in the rain, hoping to be able to go as soon as possible Through this windy and sandy land.

Monk Xuan Jing is the youngest in this trip. The last time I saw him, he had an unstoppable arrogance, but this time he was more pleasing to the eye. When others were catching fish, hunting, roasting and eating, he sat far away, He gnawed the hard dry food mouthful, and when You Fan saw it, he brought some water for him to swallow.

"Thank you, leader." She was young, but her tone contained vicissitudes that were hard to hide.

"You can call me senior brother Mi Fan."

The water holding the water bag stagnated suddenly, and he looked at the new leader in puzzlement: "You and I didn't come from the same school."

"No, Buddhism is one family." You Fan pointed to the beads on his chest and said, "I can recite the "Bodhi Heart Sutra" to you."

"The leader... doesn't seem to be bald either."

"Before rubbing my scalp with ginger, I also had a small head."

Xuan Jingyan was amused by his words, and a little curious about young people, asked: "Why do you want to return to vulgarity?"

"Well, ask me about this when you grow up."

You Fan concealed it from his mouth, Xuan Jing didn't ask any further, and then the two discussed the rules and morning classes in their respective temples, and they became more and more acquainted.

Gu Yan couldn't hold back his trouble-making mentality, so he bumped into Yugui's shoulder, murmured in this direction and signaled, "Aren't you angry?"

"When a monk makes friends, follow him."

Yu Gui took the opportunity to stuff a slap-fat grilled fish into Gu Yan's mouth, which made everyone around him laugh.It makes this extremely dark field a little more warm and clear.

Suddenly there was thunder, and lightning flashed and thundered in the sky, like a rolling dragon. A figure came from a distance, vacant and unsteady, and the world was dark again. For a while, he couldn't see his face clearly. The surrounding was desolate and frightening without people. It makes this figure look a little ghostly and terrifying!

"Whizzing."

"What the hell!"

"Everyone be careful."

I don't know who was bluffing, which made everyone nervous, and quickly grabbed their weapons and prepared to fight.

The dazzling lightning and the big raindrops under the light and shadow blinded everyone's eyes. They stopped and waited for the figure to approach by themselves. The figure that came slowly had a normal face, but as soon as it got close, it knelt down to the ground.

"???"

Everyone looked at that face carefully, Lian Wu hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, turned her head to Bing Jiang and said, "Xianrong, is this a stroke of a bookmaker?"

Hearing this, Bing Jiang stepped forward to check, and he really saw that this was the face of an old man, especially the iron basket on his body was eye-catching, but his identity was beyond doubt.

Fortunately, after half an hour, the heavy rain suddenly stopped, and everyone walked out of the desert with difficulty, finding a suitable place to rest temporarily at the foot of the mountain.

"He was suffering from the wind and cold, and he developed a fever in his body. If he was drenched by this heavy rain, he would be lucky if he didn't die."

Since returning from self-isolation, Afang's poisonous tongue skills have been increasing day by day. He is not polite to piss off people, but his heart is still good. Knowing that this bookmaker is a friend of Lianwu Bingjiang, he is willing to give him a precious elixir Take it.

Du Yuxie checked his pulse, nodded repeatedly and said, "It won't get in the way, just sleep on it."

"That's necessary." A Fang said with some distress: "My elixir is not a street vendor, and this black man can get a lot of money."

You Fan looked at the iron basket and suddenly asked: "What is this? It's so heavy."

"It's the most important thing in a bookmaker's life." Lian Wu explained.

"You said his name is Yiyi?" Yu Gui asked, "It seems that you have known each other before?"

"Indeed, Xianrong and I went to the same private school as him when we were teenagers, but we seldom saw each other after leaving the school. He devoted himself to his duties as a bookmaker. The last time we sat down to drink was three years ago."

Zuo Hufa Lin Yan murmured: "Books and shadows are finally popular, and everything can be written in one stroke. The bookmaker is one of the most famous figures in this line in recent years."

The big guy sat down and waited for him to tell a story.

"The bookmaker takes recording the affairs of the world as his own responsibility, and he is an existence admired by others. However, because the days of traveling and suffering all over the world are too boring, fewer and fewer people can persevere. But this one , has been recording major events in the world non-stop for many years, and has been highly praised."

"So, after the praise, it hurts the body." Afang successfully dismantled the stage.

Lin Yan covered his face and said, "But I only heard that he was active in Bashu area, why did he come to the Western Regions?"

Lian Wu also nodded and said: "Where there is a bookmaker, there must be miracles happening. Let's ask him carefully after he wakes up!"

This sleep lasted for a long time, and it was not until the night when the bonfire was about to burn out that the bookmaker woke up slowly, but his brain was suddenly refreshed and painful. Pain is average.

A Fang happened to be right next to him, and hurriedly stopped him: "Self-injury and brain damage, are you trying to waste my elixir for nothing?"

The bookmaker seemed to have sensed the atmosphere around him, and was a little scared for a while, he hurriedly got rid of A Fang's hand, and fumbled on his back, seeing his precious things on the ground out of the corner of his eye, he snatched them back quickly, turned around and thought to run away.

Seeing this, Lian Wu hurriedly called him, "One stroke, don't panic."

A somewhat familiar cry made the bookmaker who was about to run away stop, only then did he see his old friend standing in front of him, his dark face could not hide his joy: "Sikong? Why are you here?"

Bing Jiang shook his head and said, "If we weren't here, you would have died elsewhere."

"Xian Rong."

"Okay, I won't interrupt."

Yu Gui and the others stepped forward together, and he said, "We have no intention of harming you."

The bookmaker took a closer look, only to remember who they were, put away his guard and asked, "One alliance and four religions?"

"Exactly."

Brush rubbed his face again, his consciousness had fully recovered, everyone sat down again and asked him why he was here.

"The Stone of Cangshui has reappeared in the Western Regions, and I want to go and see it."

"What did you say?"

Everyone was suspicious when they heard him say this, and You Fan took the lead to ask: "Hasn't the Stone of Cangshui been cast into a floating cloud sign long ago? Why is it still in the Western Regions?"

This man looked strange, and he had never seen him before, but seeing that he was wearing Buddhist beads and a black silk scabbard on his back, he probably knew who he was, so he replied: "Actually, in this great world, there are two people." There is a stone of Cangshui, one of which was enshrined as a stone of gods for hundreds of years in a foreign tribe, and the other is in the north of Jishui, but it has fallen into the river thousands of years ago and is difficult to find."

"I don't quite understand." Gu Yanning fanned her eyebrows and asked, "What's so special about this stone? Do they need to provoke the entire Central Plains martial arts?"

Daoist Mo Xu, who had never spoken a word along the way, suddenly said a word: "The stone of the deep water, the tear of the gods, shines with the sun and the moon, and shines the light of the stars."

Yu Gui and You Fan grasped the key point very keenly: "The sun and the moon shine together?"

The calligrapher nodded in one stroke: "One of the stones of Cangshui is the sun, and the other is the moon. Back then, the sun stone was used to cast the floating cloud sign, and the other moon stone sleeps to save water."

Daoist Mo Xu stood up and looked at the moonlight: "The sun and the moon cannot be together, if they are together, it is a rare sight in the world. The two stones in the water are originally one, and they have been separated for thousands of years. When they come together again, it is a treasure."

The corner of A Fang's mouth twitched: "...can you speak human language?"

The bookmaker quickly explained to him: "There are many rumors in the Western Regions. The two stones of Cangshui imply the gift of the gods, and there is also a treasure. Now that Fuyun is in the world, the sun stone in the material of this sword is Senior Kun En's." They seized it in the Western Regions by force, and now they have another moonstone, presumably they want to get back the sunstone, so as to find the treasure within it."

A Fang approached him suddenly, causing him to step back frequently, and stammeringly asked, "I...why...?"

"Did I ask you?"

"..."

The bookmaker looked back at his friend in a daze - is it wrong to answer eagerly these days?

The author has something to say:

The master is a real master, and whether the apprentice is a real apprentice is still to be considered hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~