The scorching sun is like fire, and the cool breeze that blows occasionally brings a little coolness to the travelers who have traveled a long distance, but the yellow sand that sweeps up the sky beats people to the dust.

Xuanyi walked on the almost empty official road with a Zen stick and luggage, fine beads of sweat continued to roll down from his shiny head, the hot weather in Xichuan Province was too unfriendly, making Xuanyi extremely uncomfortable when he set foot here for the first time. The original delicate monk's robe became filthy due to sweat and soil, and at this moment, how could he have the magnanimity of the Buddha of King Kong Temple, but like a down-and-out wandering monk.

After walking for about dozens of miles, a pergola finally appeared next to the endless Huangsha official road, and it was very lively from a distance. This tea stall is like a timely rain, providing a place for travelers and merchants to take a short rest. Xuanyi reached into his arms to make sure that the letter in his arms was safe and sound, and then walked briskly towards the tea stall.

"Hey, little master, please!" The enthusiastic shopkeeper greeted Xuanyi from afar, and his slightly upturned Xichuan accent sounded quite playful.

Xuanyi followed Xiao Er into the store, and the latter glanced around and touched his head awkwardly: "Little Master, there are no vacant seats at the moment, how about you share a table with others?"

"It doesn't matter. Xuanyi nodded slightly, and many tables were full of resting travelers, but only one man sat at the table near the door.

As if sensing Xuanyi's gaze, the man raised his head and beckoned to Xuanyi with a toothy smile: "Little bald... Master, if you don't dislike it, sit with me. ”

Xuanyi walked over quickly, clasped his hands together: "Thank you, donor." ”

Picking up the herbal tea sent by the shopkeeper, the entrance was cool, and the heat all over the body dissipated a lot. The man sitting opposite Xuanyi twisted a broad bean, and his eyes lingered on Xuanyi from time to time.

"Where is the little master from?" the man was the first to speak up and take the initiative to talk.

Xuanyi glanced at the man: "The little monk is a person from Jinhai, and he has just arrived in Xichuan after practicing Yunyou. ”

"Oh. The man nodded, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "This Xichuan is not as peaceful as Jinhai, and the little master should be better at himself." ”

His face approached Xuanyi, and a strong smell of wine came to his nose: "Don't lose your life in vain." ”

Xuanyi put down the teacup when he heard this: "Thank you for the reminder." ”

"When I saw the little master today, I fell in love with each other! Come, come, come, drink some old wine that I brewed myself. The man picked up the teacup that Xuanyi had drunk and splashed the remaining tea inside, then picked up a deerskin wine bag from the table and poured a glass of red wine into the teacup.

Xuanyi stared at the teacup, and the slightly viscous liquor exuded a slight chill.

Seeing that Xuanyi was a little hesitant, the man grinned and said, "What's the matter, little master, are you afraid that this wine is poisonous?" He shook his head and said indifferently: "That's it! I'll enjoy this kind of wine myself!"

The man picked up the teacup and drank it up, smacking his lips with satisfaction at the end, with a satisfied look on his face, and his words and deeds were very strange. Xuanyi had no choice but to take another teacup and refill himself with tea, and the man stopped saying anything when he saw this, and drank and had fun by himself.

After paying for the wine, Xuanyi took a break and continued to embark on the journey, which took a lot of effort this trip to Xichuan. Since the abbot Jing Xuan's Zen examination school, Xuanyi was transferred to the temple by the abbot after a few days of peace, and the destination was the end of the trip - Huyan Zen Temple in Jinyincheng, Xichuan Province, Wu Dynasty.

Different from the sad-faced Xuanyi, his cheap master Jingmo was very happy, after all, in the history of the King Kong Temple, there are very few disciples who have come to the branch temple under the age of eighteen to "preside over the work", and it is also the only one among the four generations of disciples today.

A few people who had been trained in the past were still practicing in the temple! Does this mean that the abbot will cultivate Zhenwu as the first heir in line? Sometimes Jingmo will also be beautiful.

The gold and silver city is thousands of miles away from Guangxin City, this time Xuanyi's "appointment" has no entourage, no carriages and horses, in addition to the decree of Jingxuan appointing him as the abbot of Huyan Zen Temple, there is also a small string of Buddhist beads blessed by the mana of the monks in the temple, that's all.

After several weeks of trekking, Xuanyi finally arrived at the destination of this trip, the Gold and Silver City. As the border city of Xichuan Province, the name of the gold and silver city is quite undeserved, the so-called "gold" does not mean wealth, but refers to the yellow sand that fills the sky at a glance, and the hardships of its people's life can be seen.

As for the "silver", it can be deeply experienced at night, perhaps because of the geographical location, the gold and silver city has a longer night time, and the pale moonlight is reflected on this land for a long time, and the silver is very beautiful.

The towering city wall of the gold and silver city has suffered from the invasion of wind and sand all the year round, resulting in a lot of faults, and has almost lost the ability to resist the enemy, fortunately, Xichuan Province is not rich and the people are fierce, and the focus of contention will not be placed here when the dynasty changes, and Xichuan has gradually developed into the most mixed "black zone", and the vast majority of merchants are reluctant to set foot in Xichuan Province.

Speaking of Huyan Temple, the founder of the temple is Master Qinghui, a second-generation disciple of King Kong Temple, Qinghui's original intention was to bring ordinary people to reshape their faith and pass on good thoughts in this black place where bandits are crowded and fighting, and it is obvious that in the end he failed.

Huyan Temple experienced a short period of glory in the early days of the temple because of various reasons quickly decayed and declined, not only a large number of believers lost, the core personnel in the temple were also injured or killed, and the people's hearts soon dispersed. Today's Huyan Zen Master is only supported by Master Qinghui's registered disciple Pufa.

The only Buddhist gate that once became famous in Xichuan is located in the Golden and Silver City, and the Xuanyi strolls through the streets paved with yellow sand, and the passers-by are all wearing hats and veils, revealing only a pair of unfamiliar eyes. On the contrary, the bald outfit of the monk's robe in Xuanyi is particularly eye-catching, and a few malicious glances are shot from time to time at the corner of the street.

The terrain of Huyan Mountain in the east of Jinyin City is much higher, and dozens of stronger gangs occupy it, crowded to the brim. The once lush vegetation has long since been cut down, and all kinds of gang flags are planted all over the mountain.

Xuanyi walked slowly along the artificially carved mountain road, and before he had taken a few steps, two big men jumped out of the roadside.

"Hey, little bald donkey, this is our Changtang Gang's territory, go back quickly!" a black-faced man shouted angrily.

Another man with a slightly yellow face said with a smile: "If it is the Buddha of Huyan Temple, then you can go over, but you need to mean it like this... He smirked wickedly, rubbing his fingers and making an international gesture that everyone on earth understood.

Xuan Yi frowned slightly, and gave the two of them a tael of silver as requested, so that they could go up the mountain smoothly, and he couldn't help but cast an ominous haze on the outcome of this trip in his heart. ()

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