Back in the township, Xuanwei and Puji joined their disciples, and the group set off for the north again.

After burying his head in the road, he pestered Xuanwei to ask about the experience of Huangquan Village tomorrow night, and Xuanwei was idle left and right, so he told the story in detail, purely for the younger generations to increase their knowledge.

Xuanwei's level of storytelling is quite average, it is completely flat and straightforward, but the bizarre and twisty plot still fascinates the younger generations.

After Xuanwei finished talking about what he had seen in Huangquan Village, the juniors who had not yet enjoyed it pestered Puji to tell him interesting stories about his past experiences.

In contrast, Puji is obviously better at storytelling, using simple but interesting words, and interspersed with explanations of his personal experience, as if it were entertaining and educational.

There is no way, the experience gap between the two is there, and Puji's decades of experience in Zen preaching are not comparable to Xuanwei, a young junior.

Perhaps because of the story during the journey, the group walked for most of the day without feeling much fatigue, and even the worst physical fitness did not slow down the pace of tomorrow night.

"Master, I seem to hear the sound of the water? Is it almost to the Yangtze River?"

However, with his short body, let alone standing on tiptoe, even if Xuanwei lifted him high, he might not be able to see far.

"Well, according to the distance, we should be to the Yangtze River. Xuanwei replied.

Because the affairs of Huangquan Village were delayed for another two days, Xuanwei and Puji unanimously decided to go directly to the city after crossing the Yangtze River, take the train to Jinshi, and finally walk to Yanjing.

"Master, how are we going to cross the Yangtze River?

"The Yangtze River is deep and rapid, practicing crossing can not only exercise the body, but also hone the will, Taizu he was 72 years old and also swam the Yangtze River, and in the country to bring a movement to cross the Yangtze River. Xuan Wei deliberately put on a didactic posture.

Tomorrow night's face turned a little green, and he pouted and said aggrievedly: "But the disciple is a landlubber and can't swim!"

Seeing the little guy's worried face, Xuanwei couldn't help but smile and touched his head, and said slowly: "The teacher didn't say that he wanted to swim over, there must be a place to rent a boat on the side of the Yangtze River, let's take a boat over." ”

Fang Cai Xuanwei was just joking with Tomorrow Night, if he really wanted to swim across the Yangtze River, Xuanwei himself was unwilling.

After all, there is a boat to sit on, so why go into the water and get your clothes wet?

Besides, if the group jumped into the water and crossed the Yangtze River like dumplings, it might be regarded as some kind of cult activity.

Just thinking about that picture, Xuan Wei felt a chill.

"Master Puji, legend has it that Buddhism once had Bodhidharma cross the river with a reed, is this true?" Suddenly, Ming Ye suddenly thought of something, turned to Puji and asked.

Legend Bodhidharma crossed the Yangtze River, is not the boat branch to sit on, but on the river bank folded a reed, stand on the reed to cross the river, now Shaolin Temple still has Bodhidharma a reed across the river stone carving tablet.

"Amitabha! According to the scriptures and scriptures, this is indeed the case!" Puji replied calmly.

"Then master, can you cross the river with a reed?" asked Ming Ye with big eyes and anticipation.

Puji was silent for a while, and then replied: "The cultivation of the poor monk is far inferior to that of the Bodhidharma Patriarch, and it is still too reluctant to cross the Yangtze River by relying on a reed. ”

Too reluctant?

In other words, if you really try it, you can't do it, right?

How smart Ming Ye was, he immediately grabbed the key words in Puji's words, only to see him open his mouth, and then transferred his big eyes full of curiosity to Xuanwei.

"The imperial object has high requirements for cultivation, and the teacher can barely walk on the reeds in a short distance, but it is simply unrealistic to expect to cross the Yangtze River. Xuanwei didn't brag, and said matter-of-factly.

When Pu Ji next to him heard this, he smiled slightly: "The poor monk has seen the escape technique of the Xuan Micro Master before, which can be called smart and ingenious. ”

Xuanwei had only used the Five Elements Escape Method twice in front of Puji, and Puji was sure that Xuanwei could cross the Yangtze River with the Escape Method, and this vision was indeed spicy.

"Master, is this true?" asked Ming Ye with a little excitement.

Xuan Wei smiled indifferently and didn't say anything, but acquiesced. With his current cultivation and full force to drive the water away, he should be able to cross the Yangtze River before the spiritual energy is exhausted.

"Hmph, do you think anyone is as useless as you? Isn't it just crossing the Yangtze River, do you believe it if I walk over directly?" Qinglian said coldly, looking at Mingye's little eyes with contempt and disdain.

Qinglian's words sound like bragging, but she really didn't say anything, her body is made of Yaochi lotus root by Xuanwei, and to a certain extent, she has the magical power to resist water, and it is not nonsense to tread water directly.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable! Poor Dao is not as knowledgeable as you!" Ming Ye turned his head and also gave Qinglian a cold back of his head.

These two people are simply destined enemies, it is uncomfortable not to squeeze each other every day, Xuanwei has regretted it for a while, why did he make such a decision at that time, why did he take these two people with him!

"Let's go, hurry up and find a charter boat, and when it gets dark, we will have to sleep in the wild again!" Xuan Wei casually flicked on the foreheads of the two of them, interrupting the cold fighting spirit of the two, and Zhengse said.

The two people who covered their heads responded resignedly and followed behind Xuanwei.

……

The luck of the crowd was not bad, and as soon as they arrived at the ferry, they saw a moored ferry.

On the shore, several people gathered together, as if they were discussing something.

At a distance, the sound of shouting and bargaining can be faintly heard.

When everyone got closer, the conversation of several people became louder and louder, and the tone was extremely excited.

"Big brother, you can help, okay! We really can't make up that much money for a while!" said a middle-aged woman with red eyes with a crying voice, kneeling down towards the man dressed as a boatman.

"I've said it a few times, a fixed price, 12,000! Pay the money first, not a single cent less! Or ask another Gao Ming, you can do it yourself!" The boatman shook his hand in disgust and said forcefully.

When the man standing next to the woman heard this, he said in a panic: "Big brother, please be accommodating! We only have 10,000 now, and the remaining 2,000 will be paid by my IOU?

"If you say it's 12,000, then it's 12,000, don't hinder Lao Tzu from doing business if you don't have money!" said the boatman with a look of oil and salt.

After a few seconds, the boatman pretended to turn away, and shouted to himself: "In a few moments, it will be dark, and even if you have money, you may not be able to do it!"