What do rivers and lakes look like? Yuan Xing was also addicted to novels and TV series when he was a teenager, and his impression of the rivers and lakes at that time was that the sword was bright and the horse was fast, and the spirits were drunk and drunk. also fantasized that he walked the rivers and lakes as a chivalrous man, happy to take revenge.

The trip down the mountain after becoming a monk had the convenience of canals and sea routes, and there was no shortage of money along the way, so I didn't suffer any crimes, and I couldn't talk about walking the rivers and lakes.

The second time he crossed over to the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a big guy beside him, except for a thrilling fight for him, his journey was smooth, and it can be described as a tour.

Only now did he understand what it was like to walk the rivers and lakes alone, what fresh clothes and angry horses, what happy enmity, to hell with them. It was really a long road without people, and it was miserable to eat and sleep in the open.

There is also a little bit of dissatisfaction, these ancient people like to give other people nicknames too much, but the language is scarce, except for chivalry, it is a beggar, it is ugly to death.

Hong Cherry sat in the car, her legs hanging down, swaying with the pace of the old cow, looking very playful. Maybe she was bored when she was idle, or maybe she was in a good mood when she was about to return to her homeland, so she found a topic and talked to Yuanxing who was walking on the side.

"I heard that there was a beggar nearby who saved a lot of people. You are also a beggar, why don't you learn from others? ”

Yuan Xing: "......" is not a poor monk, yes, Xingxia fought a few times, and was nicknamed by someone, beggar man, but people here speak with some accents, beggar man sounds like "blind", this really pierced someone's sore spot, who to reason with? Can it be changed?

"I see that you are such a big person, with hands and feet, why are you so desolate, is there something wrong with the family?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Cherry Girl continued to chatter.

Yuan Xing: "......" disguise, is this disguise? The money in the poor monk's arms can buy all the luggage on your ox cart, can't we just keep a low profile?

"You slept all day on the street last day, didn't you? Why are you as lazy as the natives? ”

Yuanxing: "......" forget it, if you don't want to lie and deceive people, you can only deal with it in silence.

"Alas! Why don't you speak? ”

Yuan Xing walked a few steps briskly and left this chatter far away......

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Don't look at Yuanxing, he is reluctant to deal with the cherry girl's questioning, but he is not a gourd with a saw-mouthed mouth after all, and after walking all morning, a lot of news has been inquired about clearly.

The composition of this group of people is not complicated, there are only a dozen people, three craftsmen and their families, painter Lao Hong and his daughter Cherry, carpenter Lao Cai and his wife Liu. Blacksmith Lao Li and his son Tie Dan, these six people belong to a group.

Then there are Master Mingguang and the others. The two apprentices brought by the old monk are very interesting, the eldest disciple is enlightened, he is in his 40s, he is meticulous in doing things, like a little old man, but he is more majestic than Master Mingguang.

The little apprentice Wuzhi, who is only ten years old, is said to be a descendant of the Han people recently taken in by the old monk, and now he is a little kid who doesn't know anything, and is in the learning stage.

The two acolytes obviously have kung fu and are strong warrior monks. A law name is worry-free, and a law name is trouble-free. This Dharma name is amazing, and the master who named them really got out of his mind, and Yuan Xing complained silently.

The old, weak, sick and disabled, this is Yuanxing's evaluation of this team. After calculating it, I suddenly found that I was the most effective in this group, and it seems that the road ahead is not easy to walk.

I admire the old monk Mingguang, he doesn't have any force, and he doesn't find a few more bodyguards to escort him, such a group of people set off with so many belongings, and the way back to the Central Plains is so far, in case of an accident, how many people have the ability to fight back? Not to mention......

Yuan Xing quietly glanced at the ox cart that Mingguang was riding, the two big wooden boxes on it were particularly eye-catching, presumably there were scriptures and golden Buddhas inside, and the scriptures were just that, a single golden Buddha was enough to make people greedy, thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, it was good to say during the day, and he could only sleep less at night.

At noon, the group stopped and started to light a fire and cook.

In fact, this time and space is very similar to ancient China, people have two meals a day, and Mingguang and other monks only have one meal at noon on weekdays. But because I had to travel and the hot weather was more expensive, I changed it to three meals a day.

Under the assignment of Master Mingguang's great disciple Wu Che, everyone worked together, collecting firewood, building stoves, washing rice, and washing vegetables.

It didn't take long for the work at hand to sit in several groups, some chatting, some resting, all waiting for a meal to cure their hunger.

Yuan Xing lazily found a clean place to lie down, and watched with great interest as Master Mingguang taught his disciples to chant scriptures.

Maybe it's just coming into contact with these, and the little monk Wuzhi has a deep bitterness and hatred on his face. Yuan Xing saw it with embarrassment, he also came over like this back then, how similar this situation was to when the master taught himself.

In a short time, the meal was ready. Everyone gathered together, and the little monk's sutra over there hadn't been finished yet.

Monk Wuche led the cherry girl, each carrying a wooden bucket, and distributed meals to everyone one by one.

Soon it was Yuanxing's turn, and he was just about to get food, but he couldn't help but look at the place where he was chanting.

"Smack." Mingguang slapped Wuzhi's head and said, "...... Subodhi words. Very great, World-Honored. Why. The Buddha said that the non-body is the great body. If it's not a big name, this can be mispronounced. ”

It turned out that the little monk read the scriptures wrong, "Diamond Sutra" is a Buddhist classic, and the fate is also familiar and can not be familiar anymore. And his knee-jerk reaction was falling into Goto's eyes.

Wu Che was already suspicious of him joining the team, but the beggar he saw seemed to be very familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, and his heart was naturally alarmed, but he remained silent on the surface and continued to distribute food.

At this time, Yuan Xing had already taken the rice bowl with both hands, squatted on the ground honestly and ate it, not realizing that he had exposed his feet.

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When it was almost dark, everyone began to prepare dinner again, and it was still Wu Che who assigned the work, and Yuan Xing was still collecting firewood. But when all the work was done and everyone began to rest, Wu Che took a pheasant from the hand of the acolyte who had just come out of the forest, and walked straight over.

"Just now, the junior brother picked up this injured pheasant in the forest, and it is expected that he will not survive, so it is better to add vegetables to the donors, and ask this Qin donor to end its pain." Goche lifted the pheasant up in front of Yuanxing.

"Kill chickens? Why didn't the master do it? Yuan Xing glanced at the pheasant jumping around, but he didn't reach out to pick it up, but was a little puzzled.

"How can a poor monk and a monk kill?" Goto stared at his face tightly.

"Do monks teach others to kill?" Yuan Xing is happy, and if he can't see that the other party is targeting him, then he will be a fool. He was puzzled in his heart, and he couldn't remember where he showed his flaws after thinking about it for a long time.

Wu Che took half a step forward and said coldly: "What? Don't donors dare to kill? Is there any taboo? ”

"Is this ......" Yuan Xing couldn't help but be embarrassed, now the situation is special, it's not that he is afraid of killing and breaking the ring, but he really hasn't killed chickens, how to start with this thing? Twist your neck or solve it with a knife? Even if he really kills him, will he clear his suspicion? Why don't you just admit your identity, or make up a reason to believe in Buddhism to prevaricate the past?

Just hesitating, someone next to him couldn't see it, and a petite figure rushed over, snatched the pheasant in Wu Che's hand, and then raised the knife in his hand, "Wow," a short chirp.

"Killing a chicken also has to grind and chirp and push around, so unpleasant, you two are not men?" The cherry girl held a knife in one hand and pinched her waist in the other, and scolded the stunned two.

Seeing that the two of them were just stunned when they looked at the kitchen knife in their hands that was still dripping blood, they rewarded each of them with a white eyeball, and walked away with a pheasant with a broken head that was still fluttering...... Let's go......

Only the great monk Wuche and Yuan Xing, a monk disguised as a beggar, were left messy in the wind...... Untidy......