Five days later, when the sky was snowing, Kong Wuli walked into a tavern in the town. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He looked around alertly before entering, and found no suspicious person, so he chose a side seat and sat down.

After ordering the food and drinks, he devoured them.

It has been more than 20 days since he has been stained with salt and oil, and Kong Wuli feels that the white rice with chicken thighs in front of him is the most delicious delicacy in the world. He ate three bowls of rice, eight chicken legs, a pig's fore leg, a plate of peanuts and a plate of vegetables, and then drank slowly.

The end of the year is approaching, and those who followed me should also go back for the New Year, right? Kong Wuli couldn't help but think in his heart.

He looked around again, and saw several red lanterns hanging on the roof of the tavern, and several women cutting paper in the room on one side. He was suddenly a little upset and irritable.

This year, I am afraid that he will not be able to go home for the New Year, and this is the first time he has not gone home for the New Year since he grew up.

Kong Wuli sullenly drank the wine he ordered, beat another five catties, and carried it up the mountain with a stick.

Although he was a little drunk, he still kept his eyes on the situation along the way.

There were no pedestrians except for the snow.

He was relieved, and his pace slowed.

Now, he was dressed as a white-bearded old man, and he believed that he could fool most people.

The way back to the mountain was very difficult because the snow was getting heavier and heavier, covering the road. The way up the hill was very steep, so he had to be careful with every step he took to avoid falling down the hill if he stepped into the air.

But even though he walked carefully, he fell, and the wine was scattered on the ground.

He was already in a bad mood, and scolded a few words, and simply lay on his back on the snow.

When is the end of the day? He asked himself.

There will be no head, and it is already the mercy of God to be able to live after doing so much evil, he said to himself.

Or die, right? It's been a hundred dead, and I've done enough of my own sins anyway.

But he still didn't want to die.

Even though he was very tired of this life, he still wanted to live.

But what is the difference between living like this and dying? He doesn't do evil now, but he doesn't have a chance to live a normal life anymore.

No one needs him anymore, so why should he live? He asked himself again.

He suddenly felt a deep boredom.

This life is boring, he said hatefully.

The snowflakes fell on his face and body, and he didn't reach for them, closing his eyes and letting them cover him.

If I keep lying like this, will the snow bury me? Am I going to die? He couldn't help but think to himself.

It's good to die like this, he took a deep breath, and let himself go to sleep like this.

The snow continued to fall, and in a few moments he was buried entirely.

Faintly, Kong Wuli felt that someone was pushing him.

He thought he had reached the underworld, and hurriedly opened his eyes to see.

It was already dark, but he could see the person pushing him clearly because of the reflection of the snow.

It is a monk of medium stature, about the same age as him, but his appearance is very refined, and there is a fairy aura between his eyebrows.

"I can't be meeting a fairy, right?" Kong Wuli muttered.

Due to lying in the snow for a long time, Kong Wuli's limbs were already frozen, and only his neck could barely move.

"This is the world, donor, and I am not an immortal." The monk said.

"I remember I was covered by the snow, how can you still find me?" Kong Wuli asked, his eyes suspiciously observing the monk's face.

The monk smiled and said, "I tripped over you while walking. ”

"Oh." Kong Wuli nodded.

"You're about to freeze, I'll help you go."

Kong Wuli's face suddenly revealed a helpless look.

"Don't you want to go?" The monk asked.

"I'm actually the same everywhere I go." Kong Wuli said.

"It's different, it's very different inside and outside the house. Tell me, where is your home? I'll carry you back. ”

"You're smaller than me, how can you carry me?" Kong Wuli asked incredulously.

"Would you like to give it a try?" The monk said calmly.

Kong Wuli thought about it, and finally said, "Then it's hard for you." ”

The monk really carried Kong Wuli on his back.

The snow was already deep, and the mountain road was not easy to walk, but the monk's feet were like wind. What's more, he carried Kong Wuli, who was more than 140 pounds, as easily as carrying a little doll of more than 10 pounds.

Kong Wuli knew that this person had internal strength, and he might have some other divine powers.

So, will this person be able to help him out of his predicament as well?

Kong Wuli thought vaguely, and unconsciously fell asleep again.

When he awoke again, he found himself lying in his little hut, where the monk was boiling water.

The gathering of a pious monk and an outlaw gave Kong Wuli a sense of unreality.

Outside, the men sent by the prince had quietly retreated in the evening.

Since the arrival of the monk, they have all retreated, on the orders of the prince. They didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the prince's gourd, but since it was the prince's order, they naturally didn't dare to disobey, and besides, they also wanted to go home.

It was quiet in the room, only the sound of boiling water.

The monk slowly poured boiling water into the teapot and smiled at Kong Wuli.

Kong Wuli asked, "Do you even carry a teapot with you?" ”

"Well, teapots, teacups, chopsticks, Buddhist scriptures, Buddhist beads, and long cloth clothes are things I must bring with me when I travel." The monk said.

"It's good, self-sufficient, no need to ask for help." Kong Wuli said.

Thinking that his life was also saved by the monk in front of him, Kong Wu stood up and thanked him.

The monk waved his hand, not minding.

Kong Wuli asked his name.

"The poor monk Fa is called Dao Neng, and he is a monk in Puguang Temple in Jiubian County." The monk replied softly.

"How could a mage travel on such a snowy day?" Kong Wuli asked curiously.

"The monks are all over the world, and they are used to walking the road, and there is no big problem in the wind and snow." Dao Neng Mage Dao.

"Where is the mage going?"

"The poor monk is going to go to Chonghua County from this road."

"It's getting dark outside, so please stay for the night tonight anyway before leaving." Kong Wuli sincerely invited.

Master Dao Neng smiled and said, "Okay, thank you very much." ”

This night, no matter what Kong Wuli asked, Master Dao Neng refused to lie on a small bed that could only accommodate one person. Kong Wuli had no choice but to lie back on the bed by himself, but because he knew that there was another person in the room, he slept very lightly.

Even if this is a monk, it is necessary to be wary of outlaws.

But Dao Neng only sat upright all night with his eyes closed and recuperated, without any other movements, and even his breathing was very shallow.

By the faint light, Kong Wuli could see his appearance, a middle-aged monk with well-rounded facial features and a clear face, exuding a calming aura all over his body.

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Dear friends, the second watch is here. (To be continued.) )