A plainly decorated carriage runs down a narrow and secluded path. On the side of the road, there is a straight green bamboo. The breeze blows, the bamboo leaves rub against each other, making a crisp sound of "rustling".

Inside the carriage.

The slender tassel is used as a curtain to block the heat of the outside world. The interior of the car is extraordinarily spacious and has two compartments. Cool mats with bamboo scent are spread on the ground; The ice cubes in the brocade box next to the door exude a hint of coolness. Shang Jin lay down on the soft collapse and took a nap, her long eyelashes casting a quiet shadow.

In the other room, Mu Ningjiu was meditating in place. There was the blue booklet spread out in front of her, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but through the breath of just a few hours, her body became lighter and lighter. According to the map, it is impossible to get to the ice city in ten days and half a month. Eh, I still have to spend so long with Shang Jin! During this period, if she ...... again Can you suppress it with the medicine given by Master? Yesterday I had a headache to dizziness and woke up without remembering anything, it should be ...... Nothing happened. She rubbed her temples and stretched.

"Childe, my subordinates have ordered the master to say that you are going to travel for a while, and the specific return date has not yet been decided. In addition to being angry and scolding you for not learning and not knowing, the master did not inquire and investigate further. ”

"Well, that's it for now. Eleven, how long will it take to get to Xiangcheng? ”

"Back to Gongzi, there is Xiangcheng Hidden Temple in front of you. I heard that the fortune teller who lives here is very good, and the incense is very prosperous in this place every year. ”

"Oh? Since this is the case, let him give Ben Gongzi a good calculation. Pass the order down, stay at Xiangcheng Yin Temple tonight. "Yes, Childe."

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Jade Xuan.

"Okay, the last treasure of today is the black Xuanmu from the far north, which has the effect of prolonging life and increasing cultivation. The most important thing is that the person who obtains this object can steal a stick of incense for a long time. However, it is limited to three times. As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of discussion from the audience. It is true that even if it is a stick of incense, this amazing skill is enough to make people covet.

"I'll give you a hundred taels of silver." A Sven-looking man said.

"Two hundred taels." The bearded man clenched on.

"Five hundred taels." Sven Nan was not to be outdone.

"Damn! Seven hundred taels. ”

Sven Nan frowned and said, "Fifteen hundred taels." ”

"Hmph, two thousand five hundred taels."

"Three...... Three thousand taels!! ”

"One hundred taels." A deep voice paused, and said, "Gold." ”

The surrounding spectators all gasped: one hundred taels ...... Gold! Oh my God, what a big deal! Yun Da raised his eyebrows, thinking: He knew that this piece of wood was worth a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be underestimated. This is a precious and coveted item, and it would be a wise choice to sell it.

Then he quickly knocked on the auction board three times, looked at the man in white, and said, "Deal!" The guests were speechless, after all, not everyone has a lot of money. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the cheeked man's eyes, and he whispered a few words to his subordinates, and strode away angrily.

The man in white sat in the rosewood cart and said to the tall man behind him, "Be careful, tonight will not be peaceful." Also, don't delay on the road and step up to the next county. ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand." He looked at the black Xuanmu lying quietly in his hand, and quickly cut his thumb with a knife. Blood continued to drip on the wood, and the black black wood gradually faded. He looked at the transparent object in his palm, thinking about something. The wind lifted the curtains, and the white moonlight shone in and shone on the stones. The stone reflects brilliant light.

As if he had thought of something, he took the rice paper on the table and spread it out in front of him. Holding the genki in both hands, he kept changing the angle between it and the moonlight. Layers of light and shadow are intertwined, and a word is conjured on the paper: horn. He frowned, thinking, what is this?

Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing outside the window sounded. He quickly put away Xuanmu and asked softly, "Gu Ying, what's wrong?" ”

"Don't worry, Childe, it's just some rats, it's going to be solved right away." He listened with bated breath as a few screams rang out of the window, then fell silent.

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Mu Ningjiu changed into plain clothes in the squatter room and went to the main hall of the hidden temple to listen to the scriptures and chant Zen.

At the front of the main hall, a monk wearing a robe and a red face was meditating with his eyes closed, presumably the famous Master Zhiyin. The disciples lined up on either side, babbling something in their mouths to the sound of the wooden fish tapping. Mu Ningjiu thought to herself: Alas, I thought that this master's lecture would be very interesting, but she was wrong.

She then yawned, found a remote seat, and as soon as she sat down, she listened to the sound of chanting gradually becoming softer, and the master said: "Chanting sutras can make people abandon the world, cleanse the soul, and wine is one of the taboos in Buddhism...... The listeners of the scriptures are different from person to person, and the degree of benefit is different, and they have different understandings of the Buddha's path. ”

She pursed her lips disdainfully, and then she listened to him, "I see...... The later female benefactor had a wisdom root, and if she devoted herself to cultivation, she would surely achieve great success. ”

Mu Ningjiu looked up in surprise and saw some little monks around her looking at her curiously: You know, Master never praises people easily. What's so special about this female benefactor? Mu Ningjiu was not flattered at all: Xu was her dozing off and challenged the dignity of this old man, and he took the opportunity to be sarcastic. But he was mistaken, she wasn't a thin-skinned girl.

She cleared her throat and said, "The little woman is not talented, and she can't understand these Buddhist Dafa at all. The master has a discerning eye, and this time I am afraid that it is wrong. The disciples exchanged heads, and the monk didn't expect her to be so direct, coughed embarrassedly, and said solemnly: "The most precious thing in the female benefactor is this kind of honesty and calmness. The path of cultivation is extremely long, and it is necessary for people to maintain a sincere heart at all times so that their eyes will not be polluted by the world. Okay, that's the end of today's hosting, let's go back. ”

After everyone was gone, Shang Jin came in from outside the door, leaned lazily on the pillar of the main hall, and said to the master who sorted out the scriptures: "Master Zhiyin, can you count a hexagram for Xiaosheng?" ”

Master Zhiyin turned his head and looked at him carefully for a long time. Said: "The donor was born with a good skin and attracted countless girls, but it's a pity that 'falling flowers are ruthless'." ”

Shang Jin raised his eyebrows: "Oh? But the master told me, where is my beloved? ”

"The beloved of the donor in this life is very similar to the donor, both of them are like the meteorite, as long as they touch, both sides will be destroyed. The poor monk sees that you might as well be a monk and avoid the suffering of this red dust. ”

Shang Jin's face darkened, and he thought: This stinky old man, when he is called a master, he thinks he has become a god. Why else shave as a monk? He wouldn't look at the appearance of this son, and think he could help him add incense every year, right? Thinking of this, he said sadly: "In this case, it is better to live a life than to die." ”