Menggu is very annoying, as an innate sixth-order powerhouse, placed on the rivers and lakes, it is a top master respected by everyone. But in the court, he can only be a royal guard commander.

Just because, he was born as an emperor's domestic slave, although he is skilled, he is not the kind of supreme existence after all, and he has always been despised by the Han bureaucrats and the imperial family. But he did not complain at all, and conscientiously guarded the emperor's side for nearly twenty years, never far away.

If it weren't for the need to send a treasure that the emperor valued very much to Xinglong Mansion this time, he might have to stay in the capital, and he might not have to go into hiding until he accepted his apprentices and lived an idle life.

Yunzhou doesn't really want to care about this, because he doesn't have a good impression of the Buddha and Taoist shamans, and in his eyes, these people are a group of guys who don't obey the king.

It's just that the emperor speaks, and it's a stopper, so he can only follow this rather boring errand for him.

No way, as a minion, the master's orders must always be obeyed.

"My lord, I found a monk in front of me." At this time, the scouts who had been excluded in front of him returned and reported to him.

"Oh?" Menggu raised his eyelids slightly: "Is it out of Yunzhou?" ”

"I can only get out tomorrow."

"Then catch it first, see what strength you have, and everything will follow the rules." He sighed. His Majesty's order is that the monks in Yunzhou are forced to return to the secular army, and if he goes out of Yunzhou, he is too lazy to care. The monk is unlucky......

Not long after, a gray-haired, bald monk was dragged all the way to the front of the army by two soldiers.

"My lord, this is a blind monk." There are soldiers.

Menggu sat on the horse, condescendingly looking at the person sitting in the place holding a stick, his body was not full of true qi, not even a third-rate martial artist, this was just an ordinary monk who knew some fist and foot kung fu. The monk's robe was tattered, patches and patches, and I don't know if it was because of the relationship between being dragged in the mud or because it was like this, it was so dirty that I couldn't see the original color clearly. The head is shiny, the face is Zhou Zheng, and he is also young, but unfortunately his eyes are gray and unbright, and he is indeed blind.

Seeing that there was nothing suspicious, he did not want to deal with it, and waved his hand impatiently, and his own guards put shackles on the monks on the ground, tied their hands with ropes, and fastened them at the back of the line. It's just an inconsequential little character, and now he's a prisoner, who would be kind enough to take care of a blind man?

All of this was just a minor episode and did not slow down the procession.

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Yuan Xing was very depressed, his hands were tied, and he could only follow the strength of the rope, and the team was very silent, except for the sound of shackles, and even the sound of conversation was very little.

The attitude of the neighbors around him is okay, because he can't see his feet, he will inevitably stumble a little, and there is always someone next to him who can pick him up, and he didn't fall down.

"Thank you." After another near-trip experience, he whispered thanks to his side.

"It's all in trouble, it's nothing to help." A gentle, but old-looking sigh came into his ears.

Yuan Xing firmly remembered this voice, and he must help when he leaves.

Yes, for fear that others will see the flaws, his eyes are really invisible at the moment.

This is also a technique in Baoguo Temple Middle School, it is said that it is used by a certain Jianghu sect to practice exercises, when he saw it, he shook his head and laughed, lamenting that the person who invented this exercise has a disease in his head, although this method is indeed conducive to martial arts practice, but the control is in the hands of the individual, and it is said that it will return to normal when it is untied, and it is not much different from the cloth on the eyes. It's just outrageously boring.

Who knew that the slap in the face came so quickly, and the tips I remembered at the time are really used today.

Because there are many congenitals nearby, I don't dare to use the sky eye. The only thing you can rely on is your ears.

But it doesn't matter, two years of blind life is not in vain, and now it's just a revisit.

After stumbling like this, I don't know how long the team finally stopped, and the president of the edge breathed a sigh of relief, judging that it should be dark. Sure enough, under the shouting of a group of soldiers, a group of people were driven to one place, and there were many more people around him at once.

Someone sat him on the ground, feeling the lush grass beneath him, and hearing the noise of soldiers' life and cooking and the whirring wind in his ears, it seemed that he was going to spend the night in this field tonight.

The whispered conversations of the people around him also began to increase.

Yuan Xing listened carefully, but he didn't get any useful information. It didn't take long for the prisoner to seem to be in a commotion, and listening to the conversation, someone should have brought food.

"Here, it's yours." Again, the gentle voice, and then a round, hard thing was shoved into his bound hands.

Yuan Xing knew what it was by touch, and hurriedly shook his head, and said habitually: "When you don't eat, the poor monk has already eaten lunch." ”

"There is only one meal a day here, if you don't eat, you will be hungry all day tomorrow, where will you have the strength to hurry?" The voice was silent for a moment before he persuaded: "It's all come to this point, stop paying attention to the precepts of your Buddhism......

But before he finished speaking, there was a sneer on the side: "Uncle Shoucheng, it's all at this time, why do you want to help a blind monk, if it wasn't for Buddhism to go too far, why did we fall to such a point?" ”

"Bullnose, what nonsense are you talking about......" someone shouted in the distance.

Immediately, the crowd began to quarrel, clearly divided into two factions, not giving in to each other, and after a few words, the atmosphere became fierce.

"That's enough." It was still the familiar voice of Yuanxing, but it was a little more stern at the moment: "Now that everyone is alive and dead, why bother with any portal beliefs, we should be in the same boat." This man was obviously quite prestigious among the prisoners, and the noise gradually died down with such a reprimand.

Yuan Xing's ears are good, and he can only hear some faint humming sporadically in the distance. He thought about it for a moment, indeed, only when you are full can you have the strength to work, right? No longer hesitate at the moment, holding the dry food in his mouth.

He didn't expect it to be anything delicious when he felt it to the touch, but he didn't expect it to be completely unexpected when he ate it.

This is simply beyond the boundaries of unpalatable, and if it weren't for the taste of pasta, he would have thought it was a mud ball made by grass roots and stones mixed together. It was rough and hard, and there was an indescribable smell mixed with it.

"Huh. Little Master can't get used to it, right? It was still the same voice, and this time there was a hint of a smile in the words: "It will be fine in a few days, although this thing is unpalatable, it can fill the stomach, which is already good." ”

Yuan Xing sighed, ate the things in his hand hard, drank the cold water handed over again, and asked tentatively: "Shoucheng Dao Chief?" ”

"Yes!" The man answered, and then asked, "I don't know what the little master is called?" ”

"The poor monk's law is fateful." The fate is a bit of a troublesome salute.

Who knows, as soon as his words fell, an exclamation came from the side: "Master Yuanxing, is it really you?" ”

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Dou Ziang felt that he was about to collapse, since the Shouzhen Temple was broken by the officers and soldiers, it has been nearly ten days now, and every day is almost worse than death.

To say that he was lucky at the beginning, he met his master as soon as he arrived in this world, and then he was taken back to the Shozhen Temple in a daze.

Therefore, he stayed honestly in the mountains, and this stay was more than two years.

Although the life of the Taoist temple is busy, he does not have to worry about eating and drinking, but there is no news from the people he asked his fellow disciples to look for, which is really worrying. I don't know what happened to Mengyu, was the child born, is it a boy or a girl? Isn't it cute to look cute?

Every time he thought of this, he deeply regretted it, regretting that he shouldn't have asked Sang Mengyu to find trouble in Yuanxing, let alone coveted the treasure on the monk's body, otherwise he wouldn't have been kicked into another world.

Knowing this, it is better to directly agree to the monk's conditions. Isn't it much better to be with your wife and children than to be a Taoist priest? ‘

He knew that his master had accepted him as a closed disciple not because of his outstanding talents, but for the sake of being angry and settling to his rival Mida Temple.

Because of the scroll that Sang Mengyu put on his body and the short hair, he was mistaken for a monk who escaped from Mida Temple for a long time, so he had a special status in the Taoist hall and was not very popular.

But he has nowhere to go, you must know that although Yunzhou is relatively calm on the surface, there are endless bandits and horse thieves from all over the country. If he, an ordinary person who has only practiced boxing and kicking for two years, wants to go down the mountain alone, how can he be the opponent of those murderers who lick blood from the knife edge? I can only hope that Sang Mengyu will come over to pick him up earlier when she hears the news of the scroll.

It's just that I didn't expect the wind and clouds to change so quickly, and it seems that overnight, Xunzhenguan inexplicably became a thief in the mouth of the imperial court, and then was besieged by the army and killed for a few days. Eventually, he became a prisoner.

Dou Ziang naturally knew that the destination of this trip north was not a good place, and he really had to explain this little life if he couldn't figure it out.

Compared with the worry of his life, the daily sin is nothing, he is basically dead at this time, he can't run and can't run, he can only endure silently and meet the unknown fate.

But the heavens seemed to favor him, and this day had just set off from Sanjo Castle, and not long after noon, there was a blind monk in the procession, and he glanced at it from a distance, and only felt familiar. After setting up camp at night, he deliberately approached the monk's side, but at first he did not dare to confirm it, but only secretly observed. When the other party introduced himself, the irrepressible excitement in his heart came up.

He knew he was finally saved......