The situation in Longyou is changing, but Tianma City is still calm.

The first night in Tianma City without waves and waves, when the morning sun was about to rise, Yang Shouwen stepped on the dawn of dawn, took Gao Lishi and others, although Bo Saili walked out of the temple together, and walked towards the Fang Market of Tianma City.

The morning sun is rising, shining on the land of Anxi.

As the group walked along the street, they saw that many families had already gotten up and started working.

Yang Shouwen followed behind Po Saili and the others, turning their edges along the street.

He noticed that many people would have a table set up in front of their homes, and on top of it was a rice bowl full of wheat rice. As they pass by, someone will come out of the house and put a spoonful of wheat rice into their bowl while chanting the Buddha. Everything seems so natural, as if we have become accustomed to it.

The giver doesn't say anything, while the monk recites the sutra without squinting.

This kind of custom, Yang Shouwen has never seen in Luoyang, and even when he was in Broken Leaf City, he rarely saw such a scene.

I have doubts in my heart, but I am not good at asking.

He could only follow and go all the way.

When the sun was fully rising, they came to a wide street.

This street is about 800 meters long, and there is an octagonal pavilion at the end, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Mage, let's take a break."

Poseli was sweating on his forehead, and the abbot of Tianzhu was already sweaty.

After all, he is old, and his physical strength is far inferior to that of young people like Yang Shouwen. Although it is July, the sun in Horse City is still scorching. It's only early in the morning, and the temperature has already climbed, and the heat is unbearable.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the side of the road, and Poseli sat next to Yang Shouwen.

He covered the bowl in his hand with the wide sleeves of his robe, so that the food inside would not be dirty.

According to him, it's their homework every day. Not only them, but ninety percent of the monks in the entire Tianma City are like this. The daily transformation of karma is a kind of spiritual practice for them; And those ordinary people who give wheat and rice will also receive the blessing of the Buddha through such a way......

"When we passed by the street just now, I saw blood on the ground?"

Yang Shouwen didn't feel hard, and asked calmly.

"Over there, there is a colony of Christians.

In the past two years, conflicts between Christians and believers in Allah have become more and more intense, sometimes with large-scale armed fights. Last night, Allah attacked Christians, fighting both sides, killing many people. ”

Poseiri looked calm, showing no signs of surprise.

"Does the government care?"

"Official?"

Poseli glanced at Yang Shouwen, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "It is that Tianma Dudu, who is also a believer in Allah." ”

Yang Shouwen immediately understood what he meant.

The contradiction between Christianity and Allah is not clear to him and he is not interested in knowing.

He looked across Tianma Street, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Elder Poseri, when the poor monk passed by Broken Leaf City, he heard that the best silk shop in Tianma City is called Tianma Silk Shop, have you heard of it?" ”

Yang Shouwen had a casual expression, who knew that Po Saili would listen to it, but his face changed greatly.

In his eyes, there was suddenly a hint of vigilance, he looked at Yang Shouwen, and asked after a while, "The mage wants to find this Tianma Sixing?" ”

"The poor monk is looking for it, just asking casually."

There was obviously a hint of alienation in Poseri's expression.

He hesitated for a long time, then lowered his voice and said, "If the mage doesn't look for Tianma Sixing, then it's best not to mention it in front of people. ”

"Huh?"

When Yang Shouwen heard this, he chuckled in his heart.

Things don't seem to be as simple as he imagined!

However, seeing the look of vigilance in Po Saili's eyes, Yang Shouwen did not continue to ask.

Obviously, if you continue to ask questions, it is likely to backfire, and if you don't get it right, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

But even so, Poseiri was alienated.

He got up and sat down beside the old monk of Tianzhu, and talked to the old monk in a low voice.

Yang Shouwen made a blank appearance, but he could vaguely perceive that the old monk's gaze swept over him.

Trouble!

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.

Is Jeddah's letter a curse? First the messenger was killed, and then Jeddah was attacked, and now he was even more suspicious.

However, he still does not know what exactly is written in the letter.

What to do?

Yang Shouwen's brain spun rapidly, thinking about countermeasures.

It was imperative that he find Yan Ori. But with a population of tens of thousands in Tianma City, it is not easy to find a person in the vast sea of people. Originally, I thought that the Mars Guild was a clue that day, but now it seems that there seems to be something else in it. I don't know what Ma Sixing was that day, does it really have anything to do with Yan Weaving?

Yang Shouwen began to doubt his previous judgment for a while.

"Master, you have to ......"

Gao Lishi stepped forward and whispered in Yang Shouwen's ear.

He also listened to the conversation between Yang Shouwen and Po Saili just now, and he also felt the changes in Po Saili.

A hand was pressed on Colliers' hand.

Yang Shouwen patted Gao Lishi lightly twice, which means to say: Don't be impatient!

"Mage, let's go back."

At this time, the old monk Tianzhu stood up.

Po Saili also greeted Yang Shouwen and helped the old monk to get up.

Yang Shouwen nodded with a smile and stood up.

He took a deep breath, forced his panic to hold back the panic in his heart, and followed Poseri as usual, walking along the side of the street.

But this time, they didn't go to the relationship again.

"Master, the little monk heard that there is a kind of Buddha statue in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, which is worth nine catties, nine taels and nine coins?"

Poseli walked ahead, but not far from Yang Shouwen.

He was talking to himself, as if he was asking Yang Shouwen, but his voice was not loud, only the two of them could hear it.

Poseri's sudden words made Yang Shouwen feel a chill.

Nine catties, nine taels and nine coins?

He looked up and glanced at Poseri's back.

Poseri, however, did not look back, and remained pious in leading the way.

"What Elder Poseli said, but what about the golden Buddha statue of Lushena?"

Poseli said softly: "The golden body needs real gold, then it must be." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Yang Shouwen, suddenly accelerated his speed, walked to the side of the old monk Tianzhu, and stretched out his hand to help him.

Tianzhu old monk?

Yang Shouwen's eyes couldn't help but froze, revealing a thoughtful expression.

The old monk didn't look back, but Yang Shouwen could see from the way he walked that his body was tilted towards Poseri.

Damn, it scared the hell out of me!

Yang Shouwen swallowed his saliva, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The nine catties and nine taels of gold is a secret word, Yang Shouwen didn't expect that there would be a Xiaoluantai secret agent in this temple.

When the group returned to the monastery, it was almost noon.

The old monk led everyone to the temple and sat down, and Poseri took fresh grapes and distributed them to everyone.

Yang Shouwen took the grapes and felt a little strange.

Just when he was wondering, he saw another monk carrying a soup bowl full of vegetable soup. The old monk of Tianzhu put the bowl in front of him, scooped a spoonful of vegetable soup and poured it on the wheat rice in the bowl, then twisted the grapes, squeezed out the juice of the grapes, and dripped into the bowl. After doing all this, the old monk raised his head and smiled at Yang Shouwen.

This is also the first time since they moved into the monastery yesterday that the old monk has shown a different expression.

Yang Shouwen hurriedly smiled and learned the old monk's movements, poured the vegetable soup on the wheat rice, and then dripped in grape juice.

"Master can try it, this is Tianzhu's unique cultivation meal."

The old monk said a few words to Poseri, and Poseri translated.

At this time, Yang Shouwen was already stunned!

He didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in the old monk's gourd, so he could only learn from the old monk's example, and kneaded the wheat rice with vegetable soup and grape juice in a bowl with his hands into a rice ball, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The old monk ate very leisurely, and laughed at Yang Shouwen from time to time, and his eyes narrowed even more.

But Yang Shouwen was at a loss, he couldn't even taste the rice balls, and the doubts in his heart were deeper...... (To be continued.) )