Confused Escort Confused Account

It was half a month before the escort car returned to the Central Plains.

There is a Leiyin Temple outside Dunhuang City, adjacent to the famous Mogao Grottoes.Although the temple faces the sand and rocks and its back is against the Gobi, there is a clear crescent spring outside the temple. There are some light yellow mountain flowers blooming near the spring, scattered like rice grains on the deep green meadow, emitting a faint fragrance.

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and the weather is getting cooler day by day. There was a wind last night, and the clusters of petals were blown to all directions, covering the ground.

Zhao Shitu sweeps the floor in the monastery.

He took the broom and swept it inch by inch, meticulously, but the fine petals and fallen leaves were rolled together, and after the wind passed, they came out from all directions, and he couldn't finish sweeping.

He was annoyed when a voice behind him said: "Your heart is restless, so the ground can't be swept clean. I think you might as well stop and take a rest."

The one who spoke was a monk from Leiyin Temple, who had just pushed open two courtyard doors, then slowly stepped over the threshold and walked towards him.The corners of the monk's eyes were covered with wrinkles, and the fingers holding the Buddhist beads were also mottled. He was obviously not young, but his expression was very peaceful. Even when he was speaking critically, his tone was full of the unique peace of an old man.

His peacefulness set off Zhao Shitu's impatience more and more. The latter picked up the broom, put it up against the wall, and said unwillingly: "It is obvious that there are too many fallen flowers and leaves accumulated in the yard. Master Wutu, how lazy are you?" It’s been a long time, and I haven’t even swept the yard.”

Master Wutu was unmoved, and replied flatly: "I'm busy, not lazy, and the fall of flowers and leaves is the natural way of heaven, so why do you need to touch it?"

Zhao Shitu said: "I spent the whole morning sweeping the yard here, not because I was waiting for you."

Master Wutu said: "You spent the whole morning sweeping the yard, but do you feel calmer?"

Zhao Shitu said: "I don't know if my heart is calm or not, my wrist is about to break."

Master Wutu finally smiled, and the smile spread along the wrinkles on his face: "Then let's go inside and drink tea."

The house is much cleaner than the yard. Incense is burning in the copper stove, and the cigarette smoke curls up to the sky. Water is boiling in the teapot, and the bubbles bubble out. Slowly drifting away in the house.

Zhao Shitu has not been to such a place for a long time, and he has not drunk such tea for a long time. It is just a bowl of Kung Fu tea, but the taste is indescribably sweet.

Master Wutu finished pouring tea for the guests, put the luggage on the table and spread it out, and took out the contents one by one. They were all chisel knives of various shapes, with different handles and smooth edges. He went out with these chisels and went to work in the Buddhist caves of Mogao Grottoes.

There is also a row of stone materials by the wall by the window, some of which have already begun to take shape, and some have only a rudimentary outline, all of which are his works.

Zhao Shitu asked: "Are you still carving?"

Master Wutu didn't look up, and said casually: "If someone contributes, I will carve it. If I can make a hole, I will do it."

Zhao Shitu looked at his profile and said, "I never thought you would use all your martial arts to dig holes and carve Buddhas."

Master Wutu asked back: "Isn't it better than using it on killing people?"

Zhao Shitu didn't answer, his eyes turned around the room, and finally stopped on those stones: "The recent progress seems to have slowed down, is it because of insufficient manpower?"

Master Wutu said: "There are fewer and fewer monks, and naturally there are fewer and fewer people who know how to carve Buddha statues."

"Do you want to continue carving?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter to me whether others stay or stay. A hundred people and one person are just the difference between fast and slow."

Zhao Shitu finally gave up trying to persuade the other party, took a sip from the tea bowl, and said instead: "Speaking of this, I recently met an interesting person."

"who?"

"Emperor of Tubo Kingdom."

Master Wutu finally showed a hint of emotion on his face.

Zhao Shitu continued: "He said that he and your dart flag are very destined."

Master Wutu said: "The escort flag is no longer mine, but I do have some fate with this person."

As he spoke, he put down the chisel, slowly sat back at the table, and also picked up the tea bowl, but he did not bring the tea to the mouth, as if it was not for drinking tea, but waiting for the next question.

Zhao Shitu asked: "Ten years ago, could it be that you sent escorts to escort his mission to Chang'an?"

Master Wutu said: "Yes."

Zhao Shitu continued to ask: "You were attacked in the middle of the journey, and you narrowly escaped death. All the bodyguards in the bodyguard bureau died unexpectedly."

Master Wutu lowered his eyes and said, "I really saw too much blood that night."

Zhao Shitu's expression was also like a meadow blown by the wind, his emotions were more chaotic than flower petals, his teeth bit his lips unconsciously, and he asked: "So you lost your dart and your person, so you put away the dart flag, Have you re-sculpted Buddha statues?"

"Yes."

"Why have you never told me?"

"Even I let go, why should you care. I teach you my martial arts and lend you my yard, not to watch you suffer."

"I'm not suffering."

"Didn't you see a lot of blood along the way?"

Zhao Shitu stopped talking, he was speechless at all.

Master Wutu closed his eyes and said, "There are many irresistible things in this world, just like falling flowers in the yard. If you don't let it go, it will never let you go."

Master Wutu's tea was finally delivered to his lips, and Zhao Shitu finally stopped asking.

He waited for the other party to slowly drink up a cup of tea before saying: "Old man, I want to ask you something."

He actually called Master Wutu an old man, but Master Wutu didn't even refute.

He took out a cloth bag and put it next to the bag containing the chisel: "Help me carve a Buddha statue and donate it in the name of Li and his son."

Master Wutu didn't even look at the cloth bag, and replied: "Instead of leaving so much silver, why don't you keep it and carve it yourself, as you know, I have fewer and fewer people here."

Zhao Shitu was stunned for a moment, not daring to stop his eyes on the other person's face, but he had nowhere to go, so he could only walk around the room.

Green tea, censer, and fallen flowers all over the courtyard—all these plain and peaceful things seem to have infinite appeal.

"No," he closed his eyes, put the teacup on the table, got up and waved his hands, "It's also very busy to open an escort agency."

It is true that opening the escort agency is very busy, but the only one who is busy is Zhao Shitu, the head of the escort agency.

On his way back to the city, he happened to bump into Luo Huan, who was holding a perfumed pear he bought from someone who didn't know where, and gnawing on it as he walked, his mouth was full of pear juice.

Zhao Shitu almost wanted to pull his ear: "Little devil, you are eating again."

Luo Huan took a step back and held Lizi in his arms: "I'm finally going back to the Central Plains, so of course I have to eat more."

Zhao Shitu said: "Who told you to come back without authorization?"

Luo Huan straightened his back uprightly: "I am Mr. Yan's apprentice. When he comes back, of course I will come back together."

Zhao Shitu shook his head helplessly: "I think you are just playing for fun."

Only a few days after he came back, Luo Huan had already wandered the streets and alleys of Dunhuang. The food and purchases were not cheap, and the money spent was naturally the money of the escort bureau. nowhere to sue.

When she returned to the Escort, Ming Yuezhu actually hid in the room and slept.

She closed the door tightly, leaving only a note on the table in the main hall.There was a long list on the note, all items that needed to be purchased.

Zhao Shitu just cleaned the yard for someone, and now he has to go shopping for him.

Even though he narrowly escaped death from the horse head beheaded and drank wine toasted by the Tubo emperor, in the eyes of these people, he is still the same as before.

Zhao Shitu didn't know why he worked with such a group of people.

Yan Wuhua didn't know where she went, Shangguanqing was the only one in the yard, sitting at the stone table and reading a book, most likely it was a sword manual from somewhere.If it was normal, he would definitely avoid it wisely and not disturb the other party, but now he has just returned from the temple, and his heart has a layer of petals that cannot be swept away. For some reason, he really wants to talk to someone.

Zhao Shitu suddenly thought that since he fled that night, he hadn't been alone with Shangguanqing, which is really a good reason.

He walked over to the stone table and tapped it with his fingers: "Shangguan, speaking of which you saved my life last time, I never had time to thank you."

Shangguan Qing raised his head and said lightly: "No need."

Zhao Shitu was not willing to listen, so he bent down and snatched the book, leaning towards the other person's ear, lowering his voice, pretending to be mysterious: "Actually, I have thought of a good way to thank you."

Shangguanqing sighed slightly, and asked: "What method?"

"I promise you with my body, so that in the future you will be Mrs. Escort, and no matter who we save, it will be justified."

Shangguanqing stood up and turned to leave.

Zhao Shitu pulled him back: "I was joking just now, I will take you to a good place."