Zhanzhou, a small coastal city in the south

"Master Song, this time we secretly ran out, if we are discovered by the Xiuyuan donor, I'm afraid it will be inappropriate." Mo Xian followed Song Nanke step by step in the stall, his face full of reluctance.

"You can relax, the hero went to Yaoshan to investigate the situation, and he won't come back so soon."

Song Nanke played with the conch on the stall, listened to the hawker's eyebrows dancing and bragging about the conch on the stall, and replied to Mo Xian's words casually.

Mo Xian was stunned, his eyes were around a few times, and he said aggrievedly: "The little monk has not finished his homework today, so he took a step first. ”

"Hey" Song Nanke put down the conch abruptly, grabbed Mo Xian's wrist, and glanced at him.

"Have you ever seen a woman wandering the streets alone?" Song Nanke smiled slyly, and his fingers lightly touched Mo Xian's forehead.

"Moreover, I am a lonely and weak woman......" said, Song Nanke made a gesture of holding his heart and looked at Mo Xian pitifully.

"What if you are taken captive by that villain...... Alas......"

Mo Xian looked up at the delicate Song Nanke, his eyes flashed, and he said mercilessly: "If the donor wants the little monk to take something, just say it, why should you wronged the simple people of Zhanzhou, it really makes the little monk look at it." ”

Song Nanke pursed his mouth, this little monk is really stupid, like this, how will she please her daughter-in-law in the future, she is about to open her mouth to give a lecture.

"What the little master said is very true, although our Zhanzhou is far away from the emperor, but the folk customs are very simple, the so-called road is not forgotten, and the night is not closed." The peddler shook his head proudly and said.

"But" Song Nanke glanced around, approached the vendor mysteriously, and whispered: "It is said that there are many demons on Yao Mountain......

"Haha," the vendor burst out laughing, "It is said that it is nothing more than a rumor in the market." The girl is not from Zhanzhou, she must not know that Zhanzhou's current wind and rain are all relying on the monster lady on Yaoshan Mountain! ”

"Monster Niang?" Listening to the hawker's words, even Mo Xian couldn't resist his doubts.

"That's right, the people of Zhanzhou call her Yaoshan Niangniang. The so-called relying on the sea to eat the sea, the people of Zhanzhou make a living by going out to sea to fish, but when they encounter strong winds and waves, they teach the fishermen to go and have no return. However, since the arrival of Yaoshan Niangniang 500 years ago, the winds and waves have never found the fishermen. ”

"Such a magical ......," Song Nanke muttered thoughtfully.

"Naturally, the people of Zhanzhou respect Yaoshan Niangniang very much." Every time Yaoshan Niangniang is mentioned, the hawker is full of sacredness.

"I'm really sorry to bother for a long time, little brother, I want this conch."

A smile appeared at the corner of Song Nanke's mouth, as the hawker said, the demons of Yaoshan are mostly kind-hearted, this prince will have no worries about his life for the time being, so ......

She touched the shark bead on her wrist, and her heart couldn't help but jump, since this is the case, let her spend some time on cutting off her obsession. On the day she met the Queen Mother, the red spots on her wrists were a little less, which gave her a lot of confidence.

Mo Xian reluctantly took the conch, and hurriedly caught up with Song Nanke, who had left on his own, and muttered: "Donor, since you don't like it, why waste money to buy this thing......"

Song Nanke didn't answer the question, and suddenly smiled and smiled kindly at Mo Xian, "Mo Xian, where did you get this bead from?" ”

Mo Xian's expression froze, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he snorted: "It's just a useless thing, since the little monk has given it to the donor, he will definitely not take it back." ”

"Mo Xian, talk about the precepts......" Song Nanke's eyes narrowed, put away his smile, and sighed: "You, but do you want to break it again?" ”

A chill ran out of Mo Xian's body, his eyebrows closed, he groaned for a moment, moved his mouth, and finally spoke.

"It's a relic of my mother......"

Song Nanke paused on tiptoe, paused forward, and hesitated: "This ......"

She was very impressed by Mo Xian's unlying nature, but she didn't want to, but his faint words made her feel suffocated, as if she was pressed by a big stone and couldn't move.

Mo Xian smiled slightly, made a salute to Song Nanke, and read lightly: "If there is no ignorance, it will be destroyed; If you perish, you will perish; If you know it, you will lose it; If the name is extinguished, then the six will be extinguished; If the six are extinguished, they will be extinguished; If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed; If it is destroyed, love will be destroyed; If love is extinguished, it will be destroyed; If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed; If there is destruction, then there is birth and destruction; If you are born and die, you will die of old age, sorrow, sorrow, and anguish. ”

As he spoke, he glanced up at Song Nanke, and said without any mortal fireworks: "Life is full of suffering, and death is not the end, but liberation, why should the donor bother himself." ”

Listening to this obscure Buddhist verse, Song Nanke couldn't tell whether the surging emotions in his heart were sad, happy, angry or painful......

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to poke and pinch Mo Xian's face, pulled the corners of her mouth, and said majestically: "A child should have the appearance of a child, this old-fashioned appearance, but it doesn't please the little girl!" ”

Mo Xian was stunned, a little confused, "The little monk is already a monk......

"Let's go, my sister will dress you up." Song Nanke interrupted Mo Xian's words, took his hand and walked forward, still with a sense in his mouth.

"I must be a handsome boy who fascinates thousands of girls, so I won't waste my hard work......"

The figure in front of Mo Xian hurriedly walked in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, but his mountain grape-like eyes were covered with a faint mist.

……

"Donor, the little monk has lost three thousand troubles, and he doesn't need this hairpin......"

Mo Xian watched helplessly as Song Nanke held a delicately crafted auspicious cloud hairpin and gestured on his head, bowed his head, and his hands were already full of clothes......

"I know ......"

Song Nanke seemed to be very satisfied, and took the hairpin to watch carefully in the sun, only to see the wisps of sunlight sprinkled into the white jade, giving the cold white jade cage a little warmth.

"But you want to give it to the donor of Xiuyuan?"

The hand raised in mid-air paused for a moment, Song Nanke lowered his head and glanced at his sparkling eyes, and said confidently: "I gave you so many things, it is really unfair to the hero." No, just to see the right ......"

"But the donor has been holding the hairpin for a long time, and the little monk's legs and feet are a little tired......" Mo Xian looked at Song Nanke very innocently.

"Little monk!" I don't know if it's because of the sun or because of the uneven heartbeat, Song Nanke's face flew a touch of red.

"This hairpin is very much to my liking, and it will inevitably take me some time to put it down." As he spoke, Song Nanke turned his head to look at the vendor with a smile on his face, and said loudly:

"This hairpin, I want it, please wrap this thing well."

"Why didn't I ask for a package?

Song Nanke was stunned and said with a smile: "Aren't I worried about increasing the workload of others!" The monks you often talk about are compassionate, how dare I be broken, isn't it? ”

Mo Xian was surprised and amazed, it was really difficult for villains and women to raise, this far-fetched remark was actually said loudly without red ears and red ears.

"Mo Xian, I have something to do, you go back to the inn first!"

When Mo Xian was surprised, he suddenly heard a few hurried words left by Song Nanke, and when he looked up, the green shadow had already rushed into the traffic, and he hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait, little master, I haven't taken this auspicious cloud white hosta yet!"

Mo Xian's footsteps paused, the clothes in his hands suddenly swayed due to inertia, and when he looked at the bustling crowd, Song Nanke was gone.

……

Song Nanke was like a slippery fish, closely following the brocade-robed man in front of him in the crowd, only to see the man with his head bowed and walking hurriedly, as if he was on the move.

"Little Er, come to a bowl of hot tea......" The man hurriedly walked into an alley, but suddenly sat down in a tea shed.

Worried about being recognized by the man, Song Nanke leaned sideways against the corner of the alley and watched the man's every move nervously. There are even more doubts in his heart, why did he appear here unharmed?

Moreover, she looked around the tea shed, there was no one around, why did he come to this inconspicuous and dilapidated tea shed?

"Little Er, check out!"

When Song Nanke stood until his body was numb, the man suddenly called Xiao Er to settle the bill, and Song Nanke looked at the two of them without blinking, just like the usual diners and Xiao Er, there was no difference.

It's just that the man took out a silver ticket from his arms and gave it to Xiao Er, and what made her even more strange was that Xiao Er's expression was ordinary, and it seemed that all she received was a copper plate.

Song Nanke saw that the man was already coming to the entrance of the alley, and hurriedly flashed into a cloth village, holding the silk satin, and skimmed the corner of the alley.

The center of his mind has turned a thousand times, shouldn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince be locked up in Yaoshan? Why can you walk around in Zhanzhou City at will, and besides, Fang Cai's sneaky behavior is not something else.

"Girl, I'm a fine silk ......."

Seeing that the figure had already come out, Song Nanke didn't wait for the shopkeeper of the cloth village to speak, hurriedly took out the silver ingot from his bag, and hurried away with the cloth in his arms.

Song Nanke panted and glanced up at the plaque of the inn, it was noon, but there was silence in the inn, she followed her breath and was about to lift her legs to enter.

"This guest officer, our inn has been chartered by a distinguished guest, if the guest officer needs to eat or sharpen, I am afraid that it will bother the guest officer to move."

Song Nanke looked at Xiao Er who stopped in front of him, his eyes blinked, he smiled slightly, and said puzzledly: "Now there is such a generous person in Zhanzhou who has chartered the entire inn?" ”

"Haha, that's not it." Xiao Er hooked the corners of his mouth, thinking about the first time he met the couple, the man was handsome and the woman was pretty, the man was noble, and the woman was ethereal, especially the blue droplets between the foreheads, which reflected the woman's splendor ten.

"Little Second Brother ......"

Looking at Xiao Er's confused face, Song Nanke's eyes were even more puzzled, and he couldn't help asking, "Isn't it a foreigner?" ”

"It is said that he came from Jincheng."

"No wonder such a big deal came from the feet of the Son of Heaven." Song Nanke smiled slightly, and was about to ask.

"Little Er, are there peach blossoms in the store?"

A wonderful sound came, with big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, like the rhyme of Lin Laiquan, like a breeze blowing leaves, like fingers around the green silk, but at the end of the sound fell a little bit of ice spring coldness......