People are sometimes awkward like that. Previously, Zhang Qian said that he didn't know astrology, but Luo Huaizu refused to believe it. Now Zhang Qian was forced to be helpless and admitted that he knew astrology and divination, and Luo Huaizu felt that his intelligence had been insulted. roared angrily at Zhang Qian's ear: "The old man was born and died for you these days, and he couldn't get you a word of truth." Then he shook the reins and flew away.

"Alas-" Looking at this person's lonely back, Zhang Qian inevitably felt a little guilty.

Speaking from the heart, if Luo Huaizu had not taken action righteously, the counterattack against the White Horse Sect would definitely not have reaped such outstanding results. The range of the counterattack will also be limited to within fifty miles of the Yangcheng Stargazing Platform. No matter how far away, there is no guarantee that the family members will be able to withdraw in time, nor can there be any guarantee of the concealment and success rate of the operation.

However, guilt is guilt, but Zhang Qian resolutely extinguished the idea of explaining the truth to Luo Huaizu. The reason is simple, this person has a certain obsession that borders on madness towards establishing an absolutely fair Mohist ideal society. He will take advantage of every opportunity he can see, instigate and even force familiar people to rebel and smash the world in front of him. He sacrificed everything, including friends, family, and even himself. And he had no clue how to realize the ideals of the Mo family.

If Luo Huaizu knew that he came to Yangcheng this time, from beginning to end, it was a bureau, and the purpose was to lure the enemy out and deal a heavy blow. This person will definitely dig to the bottom and find out who the layout is. And in case this person finds out, the old fox Yang Qi is actually not so loyal to the imperial court, this person will definitely find a way to paste it, and force Lao Yang Qi to do more by any means.

Although Zhang Qian didn't like the Tang Dynasty in front of him very much, Zhang Qian didn't want to smash it. First of all, Zhang Qian knew that he didn't have the ability to quickly rebuild after defeating Datang. Second, Zhang Qian clearly knows that the kind of absolutely fair society that Luo Huaizu pursues has no possibility of achieving it, at least under the current level of productivity. Again, and most importantly, Zhang Qian clearly knows that the darkness and disorder in front of him are temporary, "Driver Li" is already twenty-two years old this year, and I am afraid that it will not take a few years to become the emperor of Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The Kaiyuan era that I like and yearn for will surely come.

This is also the reason why Zhang Qian, although he was disappointed in Li Xian, was not very worried about Princess Taiping and Princess Anle, and was not in a hurry to fight with the two. According to the limited historical knowledge in his mind, Princess An Le and Princess Taiping would die at the hands of Li Longji in a few years. Unless the head is trampled by the horse's hooves, who will compete with two dead men without the certainty of absolute victory?!

"When will you be able to give the old man the formula for the black powder?" Luo Huaizu's voice suddenly rang in his ears again, interrupting Zhang Qian's chaotic thoughts.

Knowing that he turned around and came back, he was a little faceless. Without waiting for Zhang Qian to respond, Luo Huaizu gritted his teeth and muttered again, "The old man promised your junior brother to protect you personally until you return to Chang'an." The promise made by the old man will never be renegated. ”

"What did he pay for?" Zhang Qian immediately realized that the other party might take advantage of Ren Cong's worries about him and take advantage of the latter, and couldn't help frowning.

"That's a deal between the old man and him, don't worry about it!" Luo Huaizu rolled his eyelids and responded angrily. Immediately, he urged again in a low voice: "The formula of black powder is what you promised the old man." The old man was born and died for you this time, since you can't get you back a word of truth, you should pay the old man! ”

"We said it would be five years!" Zhang Qian thought about it and shook his head slightly. Immediately, he quickly turned his gaze to the saddle of the other horse behind him.

"That's some gold, and the old man deserves it!" Luo Huaizu's face immediately began to redden, but he gritted his teeth and emphasized. "The old man doesn't want to overturn the previous deal, the old man is afraid that you will not live for five years like this."

With that, he realized that it was a curse. After hesitating for a moment, he explained abruptly: "You offended Li Xian's sister and daughter, and you will be in danger at any time." Leave the recipe to me, and I can leave a little inheritance for you Qin Mo. And I have a reason to avenge you in the future. ”

"There's no need for revenge, if there really is such a day, you can run as far as you can!" Zhang Qian smiled, not taking Luo Huaizu's words as his intention at all, "As for the formula of black powder, don't worry, if I encounter danger, I will definitely write it out for you in advance." With your skills, it's definitely okay to run alone. ”

"That thing called black powder? And the gunpowder in your dragon cart, is it a thing? Luo Huaizu immediately picked out the most useful part for himself from Zhang Qian's words, and asked in a low voice with round eyes.

Zhang Qian also immediately found out that he had fallen for Luo Huaizu, and rolled his eyelids disdainfully at this person, "The gunpowder in the dragon car is called alcohol from my master's side." I've told you that before! As for the relationship between black powder and alcohol, it is farther than the distance between our two divisions. ”

This sounded a little hurtful, and Luo Huaizu immediately brushed his sleeves away again. However, in less than half an hour, he came back and began to bargain with Zhang Qian for the formula of the additives in the alcohol.

Zhang Qian knew that he "didn't mean to be a drunkard", so he coped more and more cautiously. In this way, the two of them are not lonely on the road. Fighting wits and courage, from Yangcheng to the Yellow River crossing.

The Yellow River in the eighth century was far more abundant than the Yellow River in the 21st century, and its width was several times that of the 21st century. And the eighth-century ferry, even the largest official ship, had a load of only about 100 materials, and it couldn't carry too many people at all. Therefore, after bidding farewell to Zhou Quji and the 100 Shuofang brothers, Zhang Qian organized the officials, family members and equipment around him into three teams, and took turns to cross the river by official boats. He, Luo Huaizu, and Guo Nu walked at the end with fifty elite family members. (Note: 100 materials, one material is about 300 catties.) The Shaanxi section of the Yellow River was at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and it could still carry thousands of large ships)

"It's really like you predicted, the White Horse Sect is in Hedong, and there are not enough people to muster together!" I didn't see the shadow of half a bandit for several days, Luo Huaizu's palm was itchy, and he sighed in a low voice at the empty river.

Thinking that after returning to Weinan, he had to go to the academy to teach the little hairy children to practice martial arts, and he wished that the ferry would not set sail. As a result, as soon as the words fell, not far away, there was a chaotic noise. Immediately after, Guo Jing, the leader of the Guo Mansion, ran up to the trestle out of breath, "Shao Langjun, young eunuch, there is an old monk named Hui Yi who wants to take a boat." The brother did not let him come, but he said that he was a close friend of Zhang Duwei of Gunzhou. Holding the wine gourd of Gunzhou Zhang Duwei in his hand! ”

"Bald donkey, he actually used Uncle Zhang Shi as a threat." Guo Nu was taken aback, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and was about to jump to the shore, "Take him down for me, no matter how many people he has with him!" ”

However, his shoulder was firmly held down by Zhang Qian. The dark clouds rolled on the latter's face, but the words he said were extremely calm, "Don't act rashly, be careful of making mistakes in your busyness!" Since he dares to wait for me at the ferry, he must have no fear, if you take him or not, the result will be the same. ”

After saying that, he quickly raised his head and looked towards the noisy place, and at the same time quickly asked Guo Jing, "Does the old monk have an entourage by his side?" Does he have any other credentials besides the wine gourd? ”

"Nope!" Guo Jing shook his head and reported truthfully, "He is alone, except for the wine gourd, there is no other evidence." He didn't have any weapons with him, so I had the brothers search him. ”

"It's hard to be bold!" When Luo Huaizu heard this, he immediately came to his senses. Ten fingers crossed to exert force, moving the joints with a gurgling sound, "You let him come up and ask him where Zhang Duwei is at the moment?" As long as he can give me a place, I'm responsible for saving people. Rest assured, within three days, Zhang Shanchang will definitely be found back for you. ”

Except for Zhang Qian, who holds the secret of black powder, he actually doesn't care about anyone's life or death. However, the White Horse Sect took advantage of his absence to kidnap the mountain chief of the academy where he was inaugurated, which was equivalent to slapping him in the face. Therefore, even if Zhang Qian is not allowed to pay any price this time, he plans to take care of it.

"Then ask him to come to the ship for a while, and you tell him that I have prepared tea and waiting for him in the cabin!" It is related to Zhang Ruoxu's safety, Zhang Qian cannot be calm, however, he knows that the more flustered he behaves at this moment, the easier it is to be taken advantage of by his opponent. He gritted his teeth and commanded, and strode into the cabin.

Guo Jing agreed and left quickly. Guo Nu and Luo Huaizu looked at each other, tacitly one left and one right, and greeted the gangway for passengers to get on and off the boat.

I thought that the monk Huiyi dared to come alone to talk to Zhang Qian about the conditions, and he must be a "Jing Ke" with unique skills. Who would have thought that when the other party came closer, he found out that it was an old ascetic. The kudzu cloth robe on his body was patched with many patches, and the bast shoes on his feet had already exposed his toes. However, the wine gourd that he used as a voucher had a lustrous luster from top to bottom, and it was obvious that he was used to playing with it in his hand all day long, so that the surface was covered with pulp.

"Amitabha, there are two Laos. I also invited the two of them to take the poor monk to meet Zhang Shizhu. "Although the old monk Hui Yi looks old, he speaks with a lot of energy. As soon as the front foot stepped on the deck, the back foot smiled and commanded Guo Nu and Luo Huaizu.

"The boat will leave immediately, and after coming up, it is not easy to go down!" Not satisfied with the other party's support, Luo Huaizu frowned, pun intended.

"It doesn't matter, the poor monk's original purpose was to cross the river by a tailwind. As for meeting Young Eunuch Zhang, it's actually just a stop! The old monk smiled like a fox who had just stolen a chicken, and he didn't feel anything about the murderous aura that came to his face.

It was like a punch hitting the air, and Luo Huaizu was so uncomfortable with the flash. However, he did not want to lose face. With a sneer, he turned around and left.

The old monk Hui followed with a smile, looking around, and at the same time, he was almost skinless and faceless, "What do you call this strong man?" The poor monk looks at you so familiarly, but he can't remember where he has met......"

"The surname is Luo, it's good for you to call me Luo. As for familiarity, it is avoidable, in Luo's life, the most hated person is a monk. Luo Huaizu glanced back at the other party and responded coldly.

"There are too many monks, it is inevitable that the good and the bad will be uneven, and it is inevitable to be hated." The old monk Hui Yi is good-tempered, knowing that Luo Huaizu hates himself, and he is not angry. Just follow the other party's tone and say with a smile. "But good people and bad people can't just see through whether they are wearing monk's clothes or not. Otherwise, there are three hundred and sixty lines in the world, and Lord Luo Shi will look at them one by one, and there will be no one who does not hate them! ”

"I don't hate anything else." Luo Huaizu quarreled, he had only lost to Zhang Qian in his life, so he would not be easily refuted by an old monk. Shrugged his shoulders and said with a sneer: "I only hate wearing monk's robes." Nine out of ten are difficult to get rid of the red dust. I chanted Amitabha Buddha in my mouth, but what I thought about in my heart was male thieves and female prostitutes, good wine and good meat. ”

"Ten miles, nine are difficult to get rid of the red dust, too little, Lord Luo Shi said too little!" The old monk Hui Ying, who did not take Luo Huaizu's words as a reproach, smiled and shook his head lightly, "There are tens of thousands of monks and nuns in the world who hold precepts, according to the poor monks, it is said that nine out of ten minds are not in practice, and one out of a hundred can see through the red dust, which is overestimated." ”

"Huh?" As if another punch had smashed into the air, Luo Huaizu was so uncomfortable again, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a sneer, "Hehe, you monk, you are honest." If there are 100 monks, 99 of them can't see through the red dust, why do you need so many temples in the world? How about tearing them all down and building a school! ”

"Wonderful, wonderful!" When Hui Yi heard this, she immediately laughed and stroked her palms, "There are so many students in the world, the students who are admitted to the Jinshi, the Ming Scripture, and the Ming Calculation, all of which add up to less than one in a hundred, what do you need to do in the academy?" How about tearing them all down and building them into a pigsty? ”

Unexpectedly, what he just said was sent back directly after the old monk changed his face, and Luo Huaizu was suddenly caught off guard. His eyes widened and stared, and for a while, he couldn't find the right words to fight back.

At this moment, the deck under his feet suddenly shook, but it was Guo Nu who had the intention to scare the old monk and quietly ordered the boatman to untie the cable and set sail.

Luo Huaizu is strong in martial arts, and with a slight exertion of his legs and feet, he quietly keeps his body balanced. And the old monk Hui Yi was shaken as if he was drunk, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Be careful!" Seeing the old monk being thrown miserably, Luo Huaizu was very happy. But he pretended to stretch out a hand and placed it three feet from the deck, and made a gesture.

"Thank you, donor, ahhh The old monk Huiyu struggled to reach out and grab Luo Huaizu's wrist, but because his arm was too short, he grabbed it empty, fell down heavily again, and once again reached the sky with his feet in the air.

The wine gourd "gurgled" and rolled out on the deck. Guo Nu, who happened to come over, saw it, and immediately bent down and grabbed it in his hand, carefully distinguishing it.

The old monk Hui Ying, lying on the deck, no one pulled, but he was not in a hurry to get up. Facing the sky with his back to Guo Nu, he clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, thank you for your help." This thing was given by his old friend Zhang Weng Ruoxu at the beginning of the year, and there are words on the surface that he burned with his own hands, and it is a pity that it was broken. ”

"Huh?" Guo Nu was suspicious and looked down carefully. Sure enough, on the surface of the gourd, I saw the two big words "Relieve Worries". Distinguish the handwriting, and it is undoubtedly Zhang Ruoxu's handwriting.

"What do you say? When did you get this gourd? Luo Huaizu keenly sensed that the time was wrong, bent down, and grabbed the old monk's wrist.

"Oh, be careful, donor, be careful that the old monk's old bones are dismantled by you." The old monk took advantage of Luo Huaizu's pull, stood up lightly, and complained loudly. It seems that he really suffered a lot in Luo Huaizu's hands.

"Say, when did you get this gourd? Where is Zhang Shanchang? Luo Huaizu didn't have the heart to go around the bend with him again, pulled him in front of him, and asked condescendingly.

"At the beginning of the year, it was either twenty or twenty-five." The old monk Hui Yi seemed to be frightened to the side, and responded with a face full of grievances, "What's the matter, is this gourd unacceptable?" What's going on with Zhang Shanchang? Ah, the old monk remembered, he said that he wanted to go to the school to be a mountain chief. ”

"Don't interrupt, where is Zhang Shanchang at the moment?" Luo Huaizu resolutely refused to be fooled, whether the old monk was full of grievances or pretended to have a sudden realization.

"Of course he is his mountain chief in Weinan, the old monk hasn't seen him for a while, and he is about to go over to visit him, and by the way, fill the wine gourd!" The old monk Hui Hui's eyes were round, and his face was full of innocence.

"You, you didn't tie him up?" Luo Huaizu couldn't believe his ears, and the fingers held on the old monk's wrist unconsciously relaxed a lot.

"Kidnapping? Amitabha! The old monk Hui Ying took the opportunity to break free of his wrist, took two steps back, and whispered the Buddha's name, "Where did this benefactor come from?" The old man has been friends with Shi Weng for more than 30 years, how can he have such bad intentions? What's more, he has no wine and no joy every day, the old man tied up his ticket, and he was poor in three days, how could it be possible to tie him up for half a year! ”

Sensei said that half a year, twenty days ago, Luo Huaizu saw Zhang Ruoxu teaching students in Chengxian Academy, and immediately knew that everyone had misunderstood the old monk. However, he refused to admit his mistake. He stomped his foot and complained in a low voice: "You monk, since you are Zhang Shanchang's best friend, why didn't you explain it to you." The old man almost took you as the evil monk who tied up Zhang Shanchang and came to talk about the numbers! ”

"Amitabha!" Hui Yi pronounced another Buddha name, his face full of grievances, "The donor has wronged the poor monk." The poor monk said more than once before that he was a friend of Zhang Shanchang and wanted to take a boat with a tailwind. And he also took the gourd in the hand of the benefactor as proof. ”

"Don't blame the Zen master! It's me who misunderstood the Zen master. Guo Nu's face was flushed when he was said, and he quickly returned the gourd to Hui Ying. I have offended a lot before, and I ask the Zen master to forgive me. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you guys are also concerned about it!" Hui Ying held up the gourd with one hand, as if dragging a powerful magic weapon, "If Shi Weng knows, you are so worried about him, I am afraid that you will be happy and drink several large bowls." ”

Guo Nu listened, and suddenly felt more and more guilty. But Luo Huaizu still didn't relax his vigilance in his heart, and stretched out his hand with a smile to grab the gourd in Hui Ying's hand, "The mountain chief has been busy with the affairs of the academy recently, and he has drunk a lot less. With such a big gourd wine, he used to only drink enough for two days. Now, I'm afraid I may not be able to finish it in ten days and a half months. ”

I thought that Hui Ying would definitely dodge, but unexpectedly, he easily grabbed the gourd in his hand. As he shook it, he faintly heard the sound of water coming from the gourd.

"Wine is a poison that pierces the intestines, you can drink less, of course it is better to drink less!" I don't know if I really didn't see that Luo Huaizu was checking the gourd, or on purpose. The old monk nodded with a smile.

"That Zen master still misses the wine of the mountain chief's house?" Luo Huaizu quietly opened the stopper of the gourd and sniffed it, making sure that it was indeed filled with water, and asked with a smile.

"The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!" The old monk Huiyi suddenly put away his smile, folded his hands, and his face was full of compassion.

Luo Huaizu's reaction was extremely sharp, and he stepped back decisively. was about to give the old monk a fight, but after the other party finished reciting a slogan, he quickly returned to his previous smiling Maitreya appearance. Stretched out his hand and begged in a low voice, "Lord Luo, please return the gourd to me." It's useless for you to take it, but the poor monk takes it, but it's two pennies with wine and water! ”

Luo Huaizu couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in the old monk's "gourd". After hesitating for a moment, he was ready to hand the gourd back. At this moment, at the door of the cabin behind him, Zhang Qianxiao's voice had already been heard: "Since you are an acquaintance of Uncle Shi, how can you still let the gourd be empty." Luo Ledger room, give the gourd to my junior brother, and fill it with chrysanthemum white. When you get off the boat, take it with the Zen master! ”

"Yes, proprietor!" Luo Huaizu was flexible, and immediately understood what Zhang Qian meant, and promised to throw the gourd to Guo Nu. And the latter, although in his heart, he had already determined that the monk was not an accomplice of the White Horse Sect, but he decisively took the gourd and ran into the bottom warehouse quickly.

"Thank you, Master Zhang!" The old monk Hui smiled, first saluted Zhang Qian with his hands folded, and then praised with a smile, "I have long heard Shi Weng say that Zhang Shaojian is generous and sincere, and when I saw it today, it was true." ”

"The Zen master has won the prize!" He had already listened to the conversation between this person and Luo Huaizu and Guo Nu in his ears, Zhang Qian knew that Zhang Ruoxu had not been kidnapped, his mind was calm, and his mind was as flexible as usual, "Since it is Uncle Shi's drinking friend, Zhang should be entertained well." The waves on the river are strong, and the Zen master is careful to rest. Zhang was seasick, so he didn't accompany the Zen master to drink tea. ”

"Master Zhang is slow!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Qian didn't even leave time for himself to talk nonsense, and the arrangement in Hui Ying's stomach was instantly messed up, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk has something to do, and he needs to discuss it with the donor." ”

"The Zen master wants to hitchhike, and now the man is already on the boat!" Zhang Qian smiled and didn't look back, "The Zen master likes to drink, so he also asked the junior brother to pretend." As for the rest, Zhang and the Zen master have never known each other, and the Zen master should not mention it. ”

"This ......" encountered a move that did not follow common sense, and the old monk Hui was in chaos. wanted to continue to catch up, but was blocked by Luo Huaizu. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and stomp my feet, shouting loudly: "When the young eunuch saw Shi Weng's wine gourd, he was worried that he would be kidnapped." Could it be that if you can't see the wine gourd, you think that he must be at ease? There are tens of thousands of monks and nuns in the world, and the young eunuch does not leave any room for doing things, so he is not afraid that there will be a few savage monks among the monks and take revenge on your family and friends? ”

"You bald donkey, you are really an accomplice of the White Horse Sect!" Luo Huaizu finally determined the identity of the old monk, pulled out a horizontal knife, and slashed head-on.

Hui Yi changed her previous appearance from the old dragon clock, and her body easily avoided the blade like an ape. Immediately, while wrestling with Luo Huaizu with his bare hands, he continued to shout at Zhang Qian: "Donor, listen to the poor monk." The poor monk is not a member of the White Horse Sect, and he has no ill will towards you. But the donor can't do things too absolutely. Otherwise, even if the White Horse Sect can't retaliate against you, it will take revenge on the people you care about. At that time, you will definitely be unable to prevent it! ”

I thought that after saying these words, I would at least make Zhang Qian hesitate, and then give myself a chance to state the benefits, but unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Zhang Qian's answer had already resounded on the deck, "Come on, kill one of my relatives, and I will take revenge ten times over." Kill me two, and I'll take revenge a hundredfold. Kill the three of me, Zhang Mou will let the whole world see a White Horse Temple! If you don't believe me, you can try it! ”