When the ship finally landed, Myokora got up to meet it. The ship's boat was a bit peculiar, a sheepskin raft.

He had read the introduction of this water travel tool in the book, but he didn't expect to come across it on the edge of the Yellow River today.

The captain is strong, and now the weather is quite cold, but he is shirtless. Several passengers came down from the sheepskin raft, carrying large bags and small bags of belongings, all wet from the river.

The captain put away the sheepskin raft and smiled at Myoka. Myoka helped to hold the raft in the back. I didn't expect it to be particularly brisk.

The captain turned his head and asked him, "Dao Chief, are you going to Wutai Mountain?" ”

"Donor, this is exactly what the poor road means."

The captain smiled smugly, because he had guessed Myoka's itinerary correctly. "But all the monks who come here are going to Wutai Mountain nine times out of ten."

Myoka withdrew his hand and stopped. The captain walked out a while, turned his head to see that he had not followed, and turned back to look for him.

"Dao Chief, you go with my family, and tomorrow I will take you across the river in a boat." The captain carried the raft on his shoulder.

Miaokong clasped his palms together and thanked the captain: "Amitabha, thank you to the donor." ”

The father's home is in a small village on the bank of the Yellow River. The courtyard door was open, and the two children were playing in the courtyard, and when they saw the captain, they ran over and hugged their thighs.

"Daddy, Daddy." Two children, you and I shouted one after another. The male hung one on his lap and moved it into the yard.

Myoka followed, and the two children stuck out their heads to look at him curiously, let go of their hands and ran away.

As he ran, he shouted: "Mother, mother, Daddy brought back a monk." ”

"Dao Chief, please do it." The captain pointed to the stool in the yard.

Myoku sat down on a stool, there was a teapot on the table, and Myoku took the bowl and poured it with tea. The stomach is very comfortable with hot tea.

The courtyard is quite large, with a few low mud houses. The captain called for clear water and pushed it to Miaokong.

"Wash your hands and eat."

Myoka washed his hands and face, wiped his face clean, and opened his eyes. Two children stood beside his legs, two pairs of eyes staring at him without blinking.

"How old are you? Read? Myoku asked kindly as she bent down.

The two children were still staring at him without blinking, and the older one quickly reached out and touched him on the bald head.

Myokora didn't react, and the older children ran away and ran back. The little one did the same, and wiped a handful on his bald head.

The child had a fish in his hand, and this one was rubbed on his head along with the skin. Miaokong still didn't react, bending down to let the two children be naughty.

How could these two children have thought that they had touched the dragon head on a certain day in a certain year and month.

"Monk monk bright light." The two children were very happy, and today they finally got their wish to touch the monk's bright bald head, and they have always been curious about the round bald head.

"Go, go, naughty spanking." The captain raised his slap and gently slapped the two children on the buttocks twice, driving the two naughty bags away.

A woman came with a large basin and placed it on the table. Nodding to Myoka, it was a greeting, and went to the kitchen again. Qiankun Audiobook.com

In the basin is a hot fish stew, and the aroma is fragrant. Miaokong closed his eyes and closed his palms, and recited the sutra to the fish.

If he opened his eyes, there would be wine and meat through his intestines, and the Buddha would have delusions left in his heart. The woman went and returned, and there was a plate of pickled bracken on the table, and the green was very beautiful.

After eating, the two children circled around Miaokong, and a stranger came to the house and became the object of the two children's research.

"Shall I tell you two stories?" Miaokong bent down and asked at eye level with the child.

"Okay." The two children nodded, one step away from him.

Miaokong picked up the stories in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" and told them to listen. Praise the father day by day, Dayu water control, Jingwei reclamation and so on.

The two children snuggled up to him, and the story was so good, much better than the story of the big horse monkey and the old witch told by his mother.

Miaokong backhanded his backhand, but he couldn't reach it, he twisted his body, his expression was very tangled, and the story continued.

The older child walked around behind him, put his little hand in the direction he was writhing, and tickled him through his clothes.

The child also went around behind him, and did the same, scratching at his back. The woman put the dried fruit she had dried at home on the table. The two children grabbed the dried fruit, ate it themselves, and sent it to Miaokong's mouth.

Miaokong deliberately bit the dried fruit, did not forget to bite lightly on the child's little hand, and then pretended to be a tooth and covered his cheeks. The teasing two children giggled.

What a wonderful human opportunity, a casual kind thought, so that the two children have the opportunity to interact intimately with the king who will rule the world one day in the future.

After breakfast the next morning, the captain took Miaokong to the bank of the Yellow River. At this time, there were already people waiting there with packages.

Miaokong is nervous and excited, he will fight the wind and waves in a while, will he feed the fish? He had a small concern in his heart.

One of the passengers looked at Miaokong and joked, "Dao Chief, you save sentient beings on weekdays. Today the sheepskin raft will save you. ”

"Amitabha, the Buddha blesses the safety of all beings." Miaokong clasped his hands together and prayed facing the Yellow River.

The passengers were about the same, eight passengers, plus twenty of him, plus their belongings. The captain gave each of them a rope to tie himself to the raft.

The water on the shore was shallow, and the captain pushed the raft into the water, and everyone sat on it one after another, tying themselves and the raft with ropes. The captain jumped up at the end, and he didn't do anything to protect himself.

Miao Kong muttered in his heart, what would they do if the captain was washed away by the river? Looking at the other people's expressions, they were not worried about accidents at all. I can't help but laugh at myself for worrying about the sky.

The captain poked the long wooden pole into the water, and the wooden pole took off and rowed off the shore to the opposite shore.

The raft swayed with the waves on the water, and Myoka's body swayed from side to side, and he sat on the side. The captain is a friendship to carry him, and he is not good at occupying the core position in the middle.

He had to hold on to the arms of the people around him to prevent him from falling off the raft as he swayed from side to side.

The raft broke the waves, and a wave hit it, and the people on the boat could not avoid it. Miaokong subconsciously closed his eyes, his mouth opened in surprise, and the river flooded a boatload of people.

Miao Kong choked on the water and couldn't breathe, and the whole person was surrounded by the river. Just when he felt like he was about to suffocate, the boat flickered out of the waves.

Before he could rejoice, a second wave swept over them. This time it was not simply to surround them, but to fight with the raft several times.

Myoka waved his hand in a hurry, as his body was falling, sliding from the sloping raft into the river.

"Help." He shouted, but there was no sound, and the moment he opened his mouth, the river poured in. The waves covered him, and he instinctively grabbed at the straw, and his wildly waved arms did grab a handful.