At this moment, the great monk Zhixin was lying in the cabin.

In the rainy season, the water of the Li River has always been turbid, and there have been several heavy rains in the past few days, and there are rotten grasses and dead branches floating on the river, and occasionally some rags and hemp, birds and insect corpses can be seen flowing downstream.

The air was hot, wet and sticky, and the large grains of sweat on his body were like a paste of glue, sticking his white skin to his close-fitting clothes.

Looking out of the wooden window on the right side of the ship, the sky was overcast, and the hot summer sun was already covered by thick clouds. But in this barbarian land in the south, the humid and hot air is more uncomfortable than the three o'clock in the afternoon in the capital, when the scorching sun is high.

Because I was stuffy in the cabin all the way, the monk's robe was soaked in sweat for a long time, and I already emitted a smell of sweat.

The buzzing in the cabin was the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings, which made Zhixin upset, and he was about to sit up, but suddenly felt a slight numbness in his neck.

This feeling is too familiar, in recent days, no matter day or night, he can't hide, he can't hide, he doesn't want to think about it, and immediately slapped his backhand and slapped it on his neck with a "snap".

When he spread the palm in front of him, he saw a dead mosquito firmly attached to the palm of his hand, and a small pool of bright red blood splashed from the black belly.

The mosquito was terrifyingly large, with six thin legs, all of which were inches long when unfolded, and the flowers were white, which was a specialty of Quang Nam.

It has only been half a month since he entered Guangnan West Road, and even though he has been on the boat for most of the time, Zhixin has seen more centipedes, spiders, snakes, insects, rats and ants than in the first half of his life combined. As for mosquitoes, he had to kill several of them every day, but even so, at this time, when he saw the mosquito corpse mixed with blood and internal organs, he still felt almost nauseous.

Since he has a reputation, Zhixin has always been pampered, where can he stand this, it is really disgusting to watch.

He took out a handkerchief and was about to wipe his hands, but he felt dirty, got up and was about to go to the corner to wash his hands, not wanting to suddenly hear a sound of footsteps outside the cabin door.

He hurriedly lay back down, his mouth open, his eyes closed, and his brow furrowed again, making a heavy appearance of a sick body.

"Guru!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhixin opened his eyes and saw that there was only a little novice serving him not far away, and there was no one outside to follow him, so he hurriedly sat up and asked hurriedly: "What did Gu Gouyuan say?" ”

This Quang Nam is really not a place for people!

Although he hasn't reached the front of the battle yet, Zhixin can't stand it at all.

Thinking that in the future, he would go deep into Guangyuan Prefecture alone, and then go to that unfamiliar place, the legendary insectivorous ants, and the barren toe that drank raw blood, he was almost restless.

On that day, he injured his leg bone, and his partial strength was not in the same position, and he was forcibly escorted into the camp by several soldiers.

There are doctors in the army, and they are all Chen Hao and Gu Yanzhang, even if he wants to use his leg injury as an excuse, no one will believe it.

Now it's almost autumn, and there is still half a year, and it should have been the day when he was going to do things in the capital, but who would have expected that he would be forced to come to Guangnan, and I don't know what that one would think.

Rao is Zhixin is confident, no matter how naïve he is, he doesn't dare to expect that the other party will wait for him.

Nine times out of ten, it is to help others.

How can he bear this!?

For a while, he couldn't think of any other way, and the only thing he could do was to temporarily slow down his progress to Guangyuan Prefecture.

If you stay in Guizhou, you can't say that you will still have a chance to return to Beijing, but once you go south to Yongzhou with the army and go to Guangyuan Prefecture, you will really have to drink blood with those barbarians and share bitterness and sorrow.

Since entering the territory of Guangnan, among the 3,000 soldiers, many of them have fallen ill because of the lack of adaptation to the water and soil, from diarrhea to fever to summer heat, which is very common, so he borrowed this excuse and asked the little novice to go to Gu Yanzhang.

- I was so sick that I couldn't get up, I vomited, I had a fever, I had diarrhea, I couldn't even walk, how could I spread the Dharma?

Zhixin asked anxiously, and the little novice was also a little panicked when he heard it, he swallowed his saliva and replied, "Master, then Gu Gouyuan...... I heard that you are sick in this car, and you are not accustomed to the water and soil, and then I heard that you can't go to the boat, so you will call people back and forth, saying that this goes to Yongzhou, more is the road, less boating, because only a small half can go boat, many places are still against the current, it is a matter of seasickness, you can rest assured. ”

What does that mean??

Zhixin didn't faint when he heard this, but now he was also dizzy, and hurriedly asked again: "You didn't tell him, I can't walk now-don't even climb up?" ”

The little novice secretly complained in his heart.

He is just a small role in serving the great monk, but Gu Yanzhang is the deputy envoy in charge of the logistics and transfer of the three armies, and now that the army is out, which matter is not more important than his own eventful master, it is not something that can be seen if you want to see it on weekdays, and it is even more difficult at this time.

He rubbed the name of "Master Zhixin" and transferred the matter to a small school to help spread the word, as for what the other party said and what he said, how dare he ask more.

At this time, hearing Zhixin's question, Xiao Shami had to add and supplement the two simple sentences he heard from the mouth of the little school, and reluctantly said: "Gu Gouyuan said, it doesn't matter if you can't walk, there is a mule cart with the army, and you can lie down on the car to recuperate, if you think the carriage is upside down, ask two soldiers to carry you a bamboo frame over - there are bamboos everywhere in Guizhou, and you can make one halfway." ”

In this paragraph, the first few sentences are still a little bit sidelined, but the latter sentence was added by himself - just thinking that the more detailed he is, the less likely it is to make the master feel that he is not doing a good job, and the easier it is for the master to feel that he has to be taken seriously by Gu Gouyuan.

However, Zhixin preferred that he not be so detailed.

He listened to the churning of his breath and a breath in his chest, which was really uncomfortable.

"I'm burning badly, and I can't adapt to the water and soil, and I vomit and leak, and I want to recuperate here! Yongzhou is in a remote area, where is there a good doctor! Doesn't he want me to live?! ”

Zhixin shouted, but he consciously suppressed his voice, so as not to let the soldiers who might pass by outside the cabin hear his words.

Because he had a ghost in his heart, he began to recuperate from his injuries, and later, in order to pretend to be sick, he was either in the carriage or in the cabin every day.

On the contrary, the two little novices who followed him south to serve were often running around outside, and they could see that no matter how high or low they were in the army now, they didn't really attach much importance to their own master.

To say that you don't pay attention to it is actually to save face, and to put it more thoroughly is actually contempt.