He was in a good mood and immediately became angry, pressed the wine cup in his hand on the case hard, and said in a deep voice: "The general only needs to lead the troops to fight, and when to attack on a large scale, he has his own commander to decide." ”

"But ......"

Gong Buban still wanted to theorize, but was secretly pulled back by a veteran sitting next to him.

"The first marshal to lead the army for the first time, he must care about his own prestige, the general must not disobey him in front of everyone, and it is not too late to say anything in private."

Gong Buban knew that this was reasonable, so he held it down.

At the same time, Wen Xuan followed the shortcut pointed out by Han Er, and had already covered most of the distance in a few days.

It was getting late and the horses were tired, so Wen Xuan took Han Er to rest for a while.

There were many dimensional soldiers encountered along the way, but fortunately, Wen Xuan had already prepared, and before leaving Xuzhou City, he got two monk degrees, and pretended to be lay monks with Han Er to explain his identity.

"Hall Master Wen, someone is here!"

Not long after Wen Xuan leaned under the tree to take a nap, Han Er's anxious cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

Wen Xuan immediately sat up to get rid of his sleepiness, and looked keenly in the direction that Han Er was pointing, only to see that there was really a large group of people rushing towards this side.

"Don't panic, it's not Yuan Jun." Wen Xuan patted Han Er's shoulder.

"But judging by their appearance and clothing, they don't look like Han Chinese." Han Er was still a little worried, he was not good at lying at all, if it weren't for Wen Xuan's help, he was afraid that his true identity would have been discovered along the way.

Han Er became more and more nervous at the thought that he might have to pretend to be a lay monk to talk to people later, so much so that the tip of his nose was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

"Don't be nervous, just follow what I taught you." Wen Xuan turned his head to look at the nervous Han Er, and reminded him in a deep voice not to forget his identity at the moment.

The teachings of Mingjiao have many things in common with Buddhism, and Wen Xuan, as the master of the precept hall, has long kept these teachings in mind.

In order to prevent Han Er from revealing his identity, Wen Xuan deliberately took the time to patiently explain some simple Buddhist common sense to him on the way, so as long as he relaxed, it would not be difficult to get through in front of these Mongolian and Semu people.

While the two of them were trying to calm down, the brigade from the south also noticed them and sent one of them to inquire about the situation.

"Amitabha, what is the donor's value?" Wen Xuan, who had already stood up, hurriedly greeted him and said a Buddha name.

The middle-aged man who came over saw that the two of them were lay monks, so he hurriedly replied respectfully, and said softly: "There is a war around here, and there are thieves everywhere, why don't you go with us?" The head of my family is very hospitable, and he has always worshiped the Buddha, so he must have a fate with the two. ”

Wen Xuan hesitated for a moment, and didn't think of a good reason to refuse, so he could only agree: "Thank you, donor." ”

While talking, the long line had stopped and was ready to spend the night here, and Wen Xuan and Han Er followed the middle-aged man and walked over.

"It seems that some Mongolian and Semu nobles fled from the south." Wen Xuan made a simple judgment after carefully observing the size and composition of the team.

Thinking that they had just met the benefactor who was kind to the Buddha, Wen Xuan and the others gradually relaxed.

After eating, the middle-aged man said politely: "Don't hide it from the two masters, there is still one thing to ask for in the future." ”

Wen Xuan smiled and said, "The donor said it's okay. ”

"That's right, my young master has been frail and sick since he was a child, and now he has finally improved, but recently he has always fallen into nightmares while sleeping at night, so I would like to implore the two masters to recite some pure scriptures for the young master and pray for him." The middle-aged man looked like a loyal subordinate and respectfully requested.

"What? Chanting? Han Er exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" The man asked, confused.

"Nothing." Seeing this, Wen Xuan waved his hand, approached the man and explained in a whisper: "My senior brother is very committed to seeking Buddha, and he has always disliked the way of making a vow with Buddha's feet temporarily, so I will persuade him a little, and I believe he will agree." ”

Wen Xuan turned around and glared at Han Er fiercely.

After hearing this, the man believed it to be true, and his attitude became more and more respectful: "Don't misunderstand, the young master of my family has been related to the Buddha since he was a child, and often goes to the temple to worship. ”

Han Er knew that he was speechless, so he dared to open his mouth easily, so he had to pretend to nod and let Wen Xuan deal with the matter.

"Please lead the way."

Wen Xuan let half of his body let the butler walk in front, and he leaned over to Han Er's side and whispered to him: "Later, you just mumble something in a whisper, don't say more, I'll deal with everything." ”

The butler led the two of them briskly through the line that had been resting in place, and gradually slowed down as they approached the center.

Unlike the somewhat noisy and chaotic crowd, the closer they got to the center of the procession, the more sparse they became, and the butler who led the way stopped when he saw a boy with a languid expression.

"Little master." The man bowed his head respectfully in greeting.

The listless boy lazily raised his eyelids and reluctantly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The man's tone was respectful and sincere: "The servant heard that you have not slept well lately, so he took the initiative to invite the two lay monks you just met to come over and help you take a look." ”

Even the mind of a house slave is so exquisite, presumably the identity of this family must not be simple.

Wen Xuan thought so in his heart, and looked at the boy in front of him.

"Oh?" After listening to the man's words, the boy immediately became interested, and shifted from a reclining position to a sitting position, looking at Wen Xuan and Han Er behind him.

The boy's attitude immediately became different, and he greeted with a smile: "Can the two masters have eaten fast?" ”

"Amitabha, the Lord of Labor is concerned, and I have already used it." Wen Xuan replied with a smile.

"Well done." The boy carried his hands behind his back, looked like a little adult, and complimented the man condescendingly.

"Then why don't you ask the two masters to recite some pure-hearted scriptures for you now, and dispel all the evil spirits in your dreams?"

"Good!" The boy agreed.

This time it was Wen Xuan's turn to have a headache, this boy seemed to have been close to Buddhism since he was a child, and maybe his understanding of Buddhist teachings and scriptures was much deeper than his own, so he hurriedly thought of other ways in his heart.

"Listen to what this donor said, the little donor often has nightmares when he sleeps?"

The boy nodded immediately, "I've been having nightmares lately. ”