It seems that because the value on the instrument is very high, Lao Zhao ordered the others to return to continue work, and he personally led people to guard the courier's sleeping car, with a posture of waiting for the other party to wake up.

According to rumors, after the ability awakens, it will be impossible to control it because of the ability that has just been obtained, and various visions will occur, and Yuan Xing is very curious about this, and there is nothing to do left and right, so he also stayed to see.

In the afternoon, someone brought tent food and other supplies, and it didn't take long for the place to become a campsite. During this period, it even attracted onlookers and inquiries from the villagers, but they were all sent away by the police officers on the periphery. The reason for this is to protect the courier from being disturbed and wake up smoothly. The second is also to control the situation, so as not to lose control of the ability and hurt innocent people.

"It took so long to wake up, and the ability of this young man named Zhang Ziming is definitely not simple." Lao Zhao rubbed his hands excitedly.

"The longer you sleep, the stronger your abilities?" Yuan Xing asked curiously.

"Not necessarily, but his stats are very high, and his ascent is extremely stable, if he successfully awakens and joins our Guardian Mansion, we will have more good seedlings, and we will be an important combat force in the future."

Well, it's important to mention it for the time being, I'm afraid it's a little bolder. Yuan Xing smiled and said nothing, and he really couldn't explain to Lao Zhao that Zhang Ziming was actually scared unconscious.

At night, Zhang Ziming had not woken up yet, and the camp was already brightly lit. Although there was a time bomb next to him that could get out of control at any time, the mood of the people in the Overseer's Mansion was good, and everyone was in high spirits, as if they were really camping, and the noisy and bragging and farting conversations never stopped. Only because of the difference in living habits, Yuan Xing was not familiar with other people, and he had no intention of joining, so he returned to the assigned tent alone.

Maybe it's because there was a rain during the day, which washed the world away, or maybe it's because it belongs to the countryside and there is no pollution in the first place. Tonight's sky is exceptionally clear, with a starry sky dotted on the canopy, which is extremely gorgeous and beautiful.

He couldn't help but take a photo with his mobile phone and wrote a poem and sent it to Microspace.

"The common surname of Yuanxing is Qin, and he is a Taoist in the empty door;

Zen is at ease, and joy and sorrow are not heard.

The floating boat forgets the old things, and the valley is rejuvenated;

Plain clothes are of this color, and the stars and moon are traceless.

Well, wouldn't it be beautiful to have this starry night as a companion? ”

His space is limited, and not many people can be seen, including parents, teachers, friends, classmates, and some people from the Governor's Mansion.

Lao He was still the first to speak: "Monk, where is this?" The environment is so good? It's a beautiful sky. ”

The following is followed by a large number of envy messages, everyone has lived in the city for a long time, and it is rare to see such a dazzling night sky, even the busy Xia Xiaonan praised it, saying that his limerick looks quite like it.

was proud, but received a message from my mother: "Yesterday you said that you went to Qingshi, the weather forecast is that it will rain there, do you bring an umbrella?" Wear more clothes when sleeping in the wild, so as not to catch a cold. You walk all the way, it's okay to walk slowly, you must not tire yourself, if you can, soak your feet in hot water before going to bed at night......"

If you put it in the past, such advice from your mother would eventually be regarded as nagging and bored. But Yuanxing is no longer a young man, he read this message several times, and then slowly typed and replied: "Got it, thank you, Mom!" After a pause, he sent a big smile again.

Then he re-entered the space and deleted all the sentences written in Fang Cai's complacent, leaving only the photo: "It's getting late, let's rest early, I hope you are in good health, healthy and long." ”

He turned off his mobile phone and went back to the tent to start meditating, and at this time, the bustle and noise of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

The next day, Zhang Ziming was still in a coma. Yuan Xing's shoes had dried up, and his robe had been replaced with spare ones, so he suddenly lost his mind to see the excitement, and after exchanging contact information with Lao Zhao, he continued his cultivation path.

He once studied in a large monastery and hand-copied several books that he had not read and could not find on the Internet before leaving satisfied.

He was also "abducted" by a certain organization and ate dry meals at home for a few days, and when the police took control of the people here and arrested them, his "boss" did not ask for the password of the bank card.

has also encountered a few strange incidents, and assisted the local police to arrest the bad guys, in short, the big things are not quite stable. It's just that during the wind and rain, not to mention the mountains and rivers, sometimes walking in the middle of nowhere, it is inevitable that you will be hungry for a few days, so after a few months of hunger and a full meal, the person has lost weight, he is not fat, and this time his cheeks are sunken.

And this trip has no time limit, and the journey without purpose is about to come to an end, it has reached the lunar month, and he wants to go home for the New Year.

I thought it would be warmer in the south, but it started to snow in Shonan Province. The snow in the south and the snow in the north are completely different concepts, and large swaths of it fall down, sometimes accompanied by rain, and they are wet and sticky on the body, which is not cold, but makes people feel uncomfortable.

Yuanxing traveled for a while in the wind and snow, and finally arrived at a small village.

This village has white walls and black tiles, and it looks quite ancient in the green trees. The smell of the food came to me, and it was time for the family to have dinner.

It seemed that there were no inns here, and as he was wondering where to find a place to stay, a commotion caught his attention.

I saw a house with white lanterns hanging in a courtyard, and several monks wearing yellow monk's robes and robes came out. The first one still had a cigarette in his mouth.

Perhaps sensing his gaze, the smoking monk turned his head to look, and then glanced at his shabby gray robe and the toe squeezed out of the upper of his shoe, and was stunned for a long time, spit out the cigarette to the ground with some embarrassment, nodded to this side as a greeting, and led a group of people to leave in a hurry.

"Three days of puja, this is the last day, right? I heard that it cost a lot of money to invite the masters of these ** temples,"

"The old lady should leave with peace of mind this time."

Listening to the whispered discussions of the people around him, Yuan Xing coldly watched as the group of monks got into a van and drove away. He stood there for a moment, then looked at the mansion before continuing on.

As he walked forward, he looked around, and came to a secluded corner of the village, behind the dilapidated courtyard wall, a wisp of cooking smoke rose up, and Yuan Xing looked at the rising smoke, and his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

He straightened his clothes and took a few breaths before knocking on the courtyard door.

The courtyard door opened slightly, and an old lady with thinning snow-white hair put her hands on the door, leaned out half of her body and asked, "What do you do?" ”

"Auntie, the poor monk is a monk who is passing by to practice, and it is late this day, and it is still snowing, can you stay at your house for a night?" Yuan Xing smiled and saluted with his palms, with a humble attitude.

The old lady looked at him carefully, maybe she didn't think he was a bad person, so she let go of the doorknob and said politely: "Little master, as long as you don't think the family is poor." ”

"Where do you dare? There is a tile to cover the rain, and the poor monk is satisfied. Yuan Xing hurriedly replied, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the house in the courtyard, which seemed to outsiders to be a little dilapidated, but in his eyes, the whole house was covered with black gas, and the open door was more like a big mouth open in the black abyss, indescribably evil and weird.

He took a deep breath, removed the rosary from his wrist and held it tightly in his hand before stepping inside.