Heaven is fearless

The Chu and Wei dynasties had a vast territory, spanning the grasslands in the north and embracing the ocean in the south. The southeast coast at the turn of spring and summer was the most charming. Sometimes you only need to add a jacket, and the clothes are even thinner in summer, especially for women's dresses. There are often peasant girls who carry baskets and sell fruit and snacks beside the official road, and their smiles and smiles are neat and graceful.

Longnan is close to the [-] mountains, full of miasma and poisonous insects, and the folk customs are tough. Few travelers are willing to come here. Only businessmen who do big business will risk their lives and bring convoys here to buy all kinds of wood. The weather is near summer, and the weather in Longnan The sun is very hot, the official road is sparsely populated, the tea shop has a shed, and the boss is dozing off by the stove.

In the dry smoke, there was a creaking sound from the end of the official road.

The boss yawned, and tried to open his sleepy eyes to look over. In the heat wave rising from the ground, a dilapidated donkey cart creaked and moved towards the gate of Longnan City.

The cart is an old one, with wooden wheels that creak and squeak, and get stuck when turning around; the donkey is an old donkey, with drooping eyelids and thick hooves, and sighs when it takes a step.

The old donkey boss with such a broken car had seen a lot, but the man in the car really lifted his spirits.

The driver was a young man about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in coarse cloth, with clear eyebrows and eyes, a grass stalk in his mouth, and a lively smile on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. The boss saw his face clearly and couldn't help admiring him in his heart. With a cry, what a handsome young man!

What the old donkey pulls is just an open-air cart covered with fluffy golden straw, which makes people feel hot all over.

The young man drove the old donkey to a stop in front of the tea stand, counted two copper coins from his sleeve, and handed them to the boss with a painful expression on his face: "Here is a pot of herbal tea and two bowls of cold noodles."

The boss readily agreed, and stretched out his palm to rest on his hand, ready to receive the money.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the copper plates did not come down. The boss moved his eyes from the two copper plates all the way up, and fixed on the young man's face.

The other party was looking at the two copper coins sadly, as if he was about to give away his family heirlooms, the expression of heartache twisted his whole face into a ball.

The boss's smile widened a lot, he raised his hand and quickly took the copper plate from his hand, and said loudly, "Herbal tea and cold noodles! Please!"

The young man watched him take the money helplessly, sighed aggrievedly, did not follow the boss's guidance and went in, but came to the car again, rolled up his sleeves and pawed at the straw pile twice, revealing a white face Face.

As soon as the boss looked up, he saw a human face appearing in the straw pile. His eyes were still closed, and his legs softened immediately.

...What does this young man do?Dare in broad daylight—wait, he shouldn't silence himself, right? !

The folk customs in Longnan are tough, with a strong sense of clan, and there are often fights with weapons. The boss himself has done the work of copying knives and fighting. Out of a cold sweat in the summer.

He was crazily trying to figure out some strange things in the country, and the boy on the other end bent down and began to shake the "corpse".

While shaking, he shouted loudly: "Monk! Wake up! We've arrived in Longnan City!"

Wake up... Ah, this is a living person!

The boss felt relieved, his legs felt sore, he breathed a sigh of relief, and put back the hatchet he touched.

Fortunately, he is a good citizen, if he encounters such a vicious murderer, there is really nowhere to turn for help.

The good people who know how to copy a hatchet went in to serve cold noodles, and the people in the straw pile slowly sat up.

He was dressed in white black clothes, with a string of red sandalwood beads hanging from his chest. He was completely unadorned, but there was a kind of nobleness and gentleness beyond the mundane world, as if the Buddha on the lotus platform opened his eyes to watch the suffering in the world, and all the things he saw People are like hearing Sanskrit.

"……arrive?"

Fan Xing sat in the straw pile and looked around belatedly.

Yan Wujiu is the master, and he doesn't need to touch anything related to cultivation. When Fanxing is with him, he also pays great attention to adjusting his behavior and habits, imitating the routine of ordinary people, so the two have lived together for almost six years Yan Wujiu didn't even know his details, but thought he was a good monk.

Even though he was sitting on a pile of straw, Fanxing seemed to be on a lotus throne. The sun shone on his head, and he could almost give him a Buddha's light on the spot.

Although Yan Wujiu had known for a long time how unreliable this monk was, he couldn't help but hold his breath for a moment at this scene of awakening like a god and Buddha.

"The last two copper coins." Yan Wujiu pointed to the pot of herbal tea that the boss had just put on the table, Fan Xing slowly climbed out of the car, patted the hem of his clothes, not caring that there were still many messy straw leaves stuck to his back, Looking at the pot of herbal tea, his eyes lit up: "Amitabha, only when you go out can you go in, Jiujiu relax."

Yan Wujiu's face turned green: "Don't call me by that name! I'm already fifteen!"

Fan Xing turned his head to look at him, said "Oh", and asked sincerely, "Is that called Xiao Jiuye?"

Yan Wujiu was so angry that his hair stood on end, he choked and choked the words in his mouth, but he still didn't utter a sound.

Don't bring up this kind of black history when you were a child, okay?

After bullying the child, Fanxing sat down on the bench as if nothing had happened and bought himself a bowl of herbal tea. Yan Wujiu muttered dissatisfiedly, tied up the donkey and prepared fodder for it, and then stood there without complaint. Go back and clean the straw off his clothes.

This stinky monk, I don't know how he survived when he was wandering alone in the past. He obviously has poor self-care ability, but he can still maintain a dusty appearance of a god and Buddha outside the sky. It's a huge scam!

When the boss came out with two bowls of cold noodles, he saw a dignified monk in white clothes in the shop. The handsome young man was standing behind him with a ferocious expression on his face. The monk lowered his eyes with a bit of pity on his face. .

To be honest, although he thinks that young man looks good, but compared with that harmless monk with holy light shining... This scene is simply a vicious and bad boy holding the venerable master hostage for evil intentions!

The eternal compassion and gentleness in Brahma's eyes are also regarded by him as bearing the burden of humiliation.

This, this deviant thing...

The boss was stunned for a long time before he walked up with pauses. The young man raised his eyelids to look at him, and quickly sat down on the seat opposite the monk. He took out two chopsticks and stared at the face in his hand expectantly. bowl.

The boss suddenly felt that the noodle bowl in his hand was as heavy as a thousand catties.

"Guest, two bowls of cold noodles." He put down the bowl, pushed it in front of the two of them, wiped his hands with his apron, and glanced at Fanxing intentionally or unintentionally.

Master, how are you?

Does the master want me to report to the official for you?

Grandmaster--

There were thousands of words in the boss's eyes, but Fanxing didn't look up at all, but the sensitive Yan Wujiu raised his face from the noodle bowl and looked at the boss vigilantly. He looked like he was desperately trying to get Fanxing's attention, and his face collapsed after a click.

The wonder of Brahma's face is that it can both influence villains and attract the covetousness of villains, and the probability of encountering these two extreme situations is five to five. The robber who blocked the road once held Fanxing's thigh and cried loudly. He also encountered bandits who tried to snatch Fanxing away and turned him into a Bodhisattva. Later, he even practiced a unique trick to distinguish good people from bad people. ——

Those who stare at Fanxing acting strangely must have ghosts in their hearts!

Unexpectedly, wow, the owner of an ordinary herbal tea shop is actually a vicious villain!

This world is really messed up!

"Boss, is there anything else?" Yan Wujiu tapped the table with the tail of his chopsticks, making the boss look at himself, and asked him with a smile.

A layer of white sweat suddenly appeared on the back of the boss. Although the young man smiled at him kindly, he still had the feeling that he had encountered a hunting wolf. The vicious gangsters I have encountered before.

He settled down on the spot, the courage to save the master from the fire and water just now was gone.

"Uh..., no, no, you two eat and drink well, eat well and drink well!"

He nodded and stepped back, looking at Brahma with sympathy.

Master, I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary citizen, I can't fight the vicious gangsters!

Watching the boss go away, Yan Wuzheng looked away, snorted, glanced at Fanxing who hadn't realized what happened from the beginning to the end, and complained unhappily: "You are attracting bees and butterflies, you stinky monk."

When Fanxing heard him calling him, he raised his face in a daze, Yan Wujiu saw his expression, his teeth became sore, unable to utter any complaints, he groaned for a while, and said fiercely: "Eat noodles! "

Fanxing was yelled out of nowhere, he just felt that he was very innocent, and he didn't know who provoked the child to lose his temper, so it could only be understood that the child's rebellious period had come.

Alas, children are really difficult to raise. If he was still Shao Tianheng, he could put the child in the palace for others to raise, as long as he occasionally teased him. Even in ghosts or dangerous buildings, he could find help to raise children people...

So the fundamental reason is because the Buddha is too poor, right?

Fanxing thought about what was there and what was not, Yan Wujiu swallowed a bowl of noodles, wiped his mouth, and saw the monk on the opposite side who was still picking up noodles with chopsticks in a slow manner, the always impatient young man Without urging him, Gu took out a thin booklet from his arms and flipped through it.

Fan Xing couldn't see what was written in the booklet through the table, but Yan Wujiu was not a person who loved to read, even if he mastered a lot of words under his pressure, he didn't bother to look through serious books. Loves to join in the fun, and can be familiar with all the story books on the market.

——With this temperament, if he is still the young master raised by Yan's family, he is afraid that he will be an ignorant dude when he grows up.

"Through the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you will be in Southern Xinjiang." Yan Wujiu said suddenly without looking up.

Fan Xing lowered his eyes and picked up a chopstick of noodles. The noodles made of buckwheat were rough in texture and had not been sieved cleanly.

A few years ago, Fanxing said that he would take him to southern Xinjiang. After living in Yan Mansion for a few months, he really went straight to the south of the Yangtze River and headed for southern Xinjiang.

During the few months in Yan Mansion, Fanxing was borrowed in the name of a wandering monk. He was just an inconspicuous little oil bottle, and no one noticed him. He was scolded as a traitor who betrayed the Yan family.

Yan Pinglan seems to be very interested in Fanxing, and whenever he has time, he comes to Fanxing to talk about Zen. Fanxing has never conceded defeat in this regard, and Yan Pinglan said it for a while. After a long time, the two The relationship gradually improved, and I started talking about other things.

In these intermittent fragments, Yan Wujiu recalled the original appearance of what happened many years ago.

If he said something wrong, everyone was at fault. His biological father participated in the scandalous murder of the last prince, which attracted revenge from Chu Zhang, who had a close friendship with the last prince. No one was innocent, and everyone had blood on their hands.

But...Yan Wujiu thought to himself, if he wanted to take revenge, why would he implicate his whole family?

He knew that his idea was very naive, but he couldn't help thinking like this.

Fanxing probably saw that he was digging into a dead end, and led him out of Yan's mansion, and walked down to the south of the Yangtze River.

In six years, the two traveled across rivers and mountains, seeing spring, summer, autumn and winter, the vegetation luxuriant and then withering, seeing the southern country spring is far away, the moon and stars are rare, he met many people and things along the way, and gradually shed his young body. He no longer ruminated over those bloody and tearful past events, but until today he still doesn't quite understand why Fanxing didn't take him to the northern part of the border, but to the southern border.

He looked at the brochure in his hand that he bought at the previous market, and he was amazed: "Wow, Longnan actually believes in Sea God!"

He happily raised the brochure and turned two pages: "We were on the side of Runan before, didn't we see their Sea God Temple? Their side is next to the sea, so it's fine if you believe in the Sea God. Longnan is full of mountains. Why? I also believe in the Sea God."

The boss was sitting by the stove, and couldn't help interjecting when he heard this: "Hai Jun protects the world's waterways, Longnan is indeed mountainous, but the Nanhe River, which transports timber, is under Hai Jun's rule."

Yan Wujiu let out a half-comprehension sound, Fan Xing put his chopsticks on the bowl, and explained: "Longnan is mountainous, and all the rare wood in the world comes from Longnan, and the timber business is the mainstay of Longnan's business, right? The importance of the Nanhe River is no less than that of the Haihe River that transports grain to the capital, if the Nanhe River is not smooth, the Longnan area will suffer greatly."

He paused, and said softly: "Many years ago, the Nanan River swelled and the transportation of timber was inconvenient. The tributes to Beijing that year were severely damp. Later..."

Brahma didn't go on, the boss' face changed after hearing the beginning, pretending he didn't hear it, and turned his head to look outside.

Yan Wujiu looked puzzled: "Water rises, then what?"

Fanxing sighed, put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name: "Then a country perished."

Yan Wujiao was stunned for a while with his mouth open, and couldn't help complaining: "Monk, your ability to tell jokes is too bad."

Fan Xing glanced at him without any excuse.

The author has something to say: Fanxing: Why are other incarnations so rich, but I am so poor?

Yan Wuzheng: That's right... the other cubs are at least well-fed, at most mentally tortured, why is it so difficult for me to eat a bowl of noodles!