Although Yuanxing deliberately slowed down, but the weather in early spring was already cold, and they had to eat and sleep in the open, Shanming, who had never gone down the mountain after becoming a monk, was still a little unbearable, although he did not complain about the bitterness and tiredness, but the look of sorrow on his little face had shown everything.

In the end, he is still young, and he has not practiced martial arts for a long time, so he can't withstand this toss. But you can't stop walking, you have no money, what can you do if you don't sleep in the wild? In the end, he couldn't, so he could only pay attention to the villages and towns along the way, and pick up the places where there were deserted houses and broken temples.

Finally, there is a tile to cover the body, so as to avoid the trouble of the cold.

On the fifth day after descending the mountain, the northern land ushered in the first rain of the year. Yuanxing has been in a hurry, and it is already possible to check the weather, so he pulled Shanming early to find a broken temple to live in, and lit a bonfire.

At first, the rain was fine, but Yuanxing looked at the dark and oppressive clouds in the sky, and felt the increasingly fierce wind, thought about it, rushed out in the wind and rain, and brought back a lot of dry wood in one go. He knew that this rain would not be small, and he had to prepare more.

Since he promised his senior brother to teach something, he can't slack off.

In the field, he couldn't care about the time of the evening class, and by the light around the campfire, he took out a Buddhist scripture from his backpack and handed it to Shanming.

The latter took it in a proper position, unfolded the book, and began to read.

Yuan Xing listened to the crackling sound of firewood and the sound of chanting, and nodded silently. To say that this little novice is better than the good fruit foundation of the year, at least he can recognize all the words, and the second senior brother in the temple also teaches seriously. It's just that the level of martial arts is average, and at most it can be regarded as some punches and kicks.

In this regard, even if Yuanxing has the intention to teach a few tricks, there is no condition, and the food and nutrition from Yuanxing cannot offset the consumption of the body at all, and there will be problems after a long time, so you can only wait until the capital.

Suddenly, he said to Shanming, who had finished reciting a chapter and was turning the page and preparing to continue: "Shanming, Uncle Shi told you an unwritten rule. He added a piece of wood to the campfire, clapped his hands, and then continued: "In the future, I will travel alone and have no place at night, and I would rather go to sleep in a lonely grave than go into a deserted house and old temple." ”

"Why is that?" Shanming stopped his movements in confusion, he didn't live in this kind of place these days, why did he say that he couldn't come in at this time?

"In such abandoned places, it is very easy to hide some people who cannot see the light, and murder and goods happen from time to time." Yuan Xing admonished: "Therefore, if you do not have the force to support you, it is easy not to come to such a place." Seeing Shanming's nervous expression, he laughed again: "It's naturally okay to follow me, but if you are alone in the future, you should pay attention." ”

Shanming nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Yuan Xing turned his head to look in the direction of the temple gate, and said lightly: "And when you go out, you have to be more or less vigilant when you encounter strangers." ”

Shanming was stunned, and he was about to ask again, but he was swallowed back before he could say anything.

Because the wind and rain outside were getting stronger, the sound of horses' hooves approaching in the distance became clearer and clearer.

"My lord, there is a ruined temple here, let's go and shelter from the rain first." Soon, the sound of another conversation remembered, and then someone ran in with the wind and rain.

The walls of this ruined temple are still well preserved, and the fire broke out in a leeward place, and the temple gate collapsed in half, so you can't see the inside at all.

When those people entered the temple gate, they saw the beating firelight, and they couldn't help but pause. Two of them silently clenched the hilt of their knives.

Yuan Xing's gaze quickly swept over several people, led by a middle-aged man in a fancy dress holding a child, two guards with knives, and a small servant dressed as a scholar, a total of five people.

His gaze paused on the two guards, his eyes softened again, and he said with a smile: "Meeting is fate, a few donors might as well come to the fire to warm up." ”

The five of them saw that there were two monks by the fire, and they listened to the older monk speak politely, so they relaxed their guard a little.

The little guy glanced at his master first, and when he saw him nodding, he ran over, swept the place opposite the line with his sleeve, and then stood aside again.

At this time, the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes dragged the child slowly closer, sat cross-legged by the fire, and saluted the two monks: "Thank you two masters for taking you in." Xu was wrapped in the cold outside, and as soon as they sat down, the flames of the bonfire shook slightly, and small sparks appeared.

"The journey is not easy, it's just a bonfire, how can you take it in?" Yuan Xing shook his head.

The middle-aged man smiled, and beckoned his companions to come over to roast the fire, the two guards had actually been following him to the left and right, and they also sat down at this time, their positions were one left and one right, faintly protecting the middle-aged man and the child in the middle, and even the little guy picked a corner to sit.

"Keep reading." Yuan Xing didn't care about these people anymore, and gave a word to Shanming.

"Yes." Shanming answered, opened the scriptures and continued to recite.

The men came in just in time, and within a few moments, a thunderclap sounded outside, and the torrential rain swept over with a strong wind. There was no other light outside, and the world seemed to be left with nothing but rain and lightning and the sound of the wind.

Only the beating bonfire in the temple makes people settle down somewhat.

While Yuan Xing was trying to distinguish whether there was anything wrong with Shanming's recitation, one hand couldn't help but caress the giant acupoint, hoping to alleviate the discomfort.

Since the last time he was blind, his Tianyan was temporarily unusable, and his eyes would hurt a few times from time to time.

And today, for some reason, the pain has intensified.

And Jin Chan had clearly told him before that using merit to warm his eyes would not only heal soon, but also be blessed by misfortune. But it's been almost half a year, and there has been no improvement at all. Don't tell the poor monk that the so-called benefit is that your eyes hurt a lot.

It doesn't matter if he has a discerning eye or not, anyway, he doesn't feel that the effect is too big, and if there is any problem with his eyes, it will be really bad.

Who knew that Yuan Xing had just called Jin Cicada in his heart, and the middle-aged man sitting opposite stared at him with a strange face for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Are you a monk of Yuan Xing?" ”

"Huh?" Yuan Xing turned his head in astonishment, is the poor monk so famous now? After thinking about it seriously and confirming that he had not seen it, he wondered: "Does the donor know the poor monk?" ”

"Huh." The middle-aged man patted his thigh excitedly: "It's really you a monk, I didn't expect my eyes to be better." Seeing that Yuan Xing was still confused, he pointed to himself and said with a smile: "I'm Shan Junwu." ”

"A single donor?" Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect to meet the old man here.

"You were blind, no wonder you didn't recognize me." Shan Junwu looked at Yuan Xing carefully: "But your appearance hasn't changed much, I really didn't dare to admit it at first, we haven't seen each other for ten years." ”

"It's been ten years." Yuan Xing nodded and sighed slightly.

"After that poetry meeting, a group of our friends will always mention you." Shan Junwu then sighed: "Your hand ventriloquism is really amazing. "In ancient times, transportation and communication were inconvenient, and it was not uncommon to make friends for ten or even decades.

Yuan Xing is also very happy, counting, the other party is the first friend he met after going down the mountain, chatting quite speculatively, can be described as impressive, now goodbye to the heart can't help but sigh, time flies really fast.

They chatted hotly here, and the rest of the people saw that they were acquaintances, and the little guard they had in their hearts before was completely gone. The little servant flipped through the baggage, took the dry food and distributed it, and when he saw that Shanming was watching the book of monks, he also handed over a piece of cake.

Xiao Shami waved his hand again and again to refuse, Xiao Xiao thought about it, smiled and turned out a handful of dried fruits, and did not hand it to Shanming directly, but wrapped it in oil paper and put it on Xiao Shami's lap.

The two actually didn't get much to eat at noon, and Yuan Xing didn't eat much, so they were all given to Shanming, but after all, he was a half-grown child, and he was hungry at this time, so he didn't dare to take the cake, but looking at the dried fruit in front of him, he swallowed his saliva, hesitated and glanced at the two who were talking, but he still couldn't help the temptation and secretly filled his mouth with it.

Yuan Xing looked at Liulu, and naturally saw his small movements early, but he turned a blind eye and still listened to Shan Junwu chatting about his experiences over the years.

It turned out that Shan Junwu was admitted to the Juren in his early years, and now he is the county magistrate of Le'an, Qingzhou, and he just arrived last year. I went out on business today, but I didn't expect to be blocked by the rain here on the way back.

Yuan Xing looked at him with some surprise, the other party just wanted to be a rich idler, but he didn't expect to be famous. But when you think about it, after all, people always change.

"I also wasted many years to be admitted to the Juren, and then I would have been powerless, if it wasn't for my father who received the grace of God in Beijing, I wouldn't have taken up the local post so quickly." Shan Junwu laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Oh?" Yuan Xing didn't know much about the ancient officialdom, let alone what the so-called grace was, seeing that he didn't seem to have the meaning of explanation, it was inconvenient to ask in detail, turned his head to look at the child who was about four or five years old next to him, and asked with a smile: "This is Ling Gongzi?" ”

However, as soon as he said this question, his right hand was covered with his head again, and the Yin Tang acupoint and his eyes began to ache violently again.

"This is my only son, Shan Shu." Shan Junwu didn't notice his abnormality, but hugged his son lovingly.

Yuan Xing let go of his hand, glanced at the child again, and suddenly his heart moved, and he casually took off the newly held bead that the master had given him on his wrist, but he stopped halfway through the action, lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, and picked the bead he had worn for more than 20 years from his neck and handed it over.

"What is this?" Shan Junwu looked at him suspiciously.

Yuan Xing still smiled on his face and said: "The first time I see the juniors, I always have to have some greeting gifts, but the poor monk is very poor, so I can get this string of beads that I have carried since I was a child." Seeing that the other party was about to excuse himself, he said: "It's not precious, it's for children, and it has its own merits when wrapped in your hands or carried in a cloth bag." ”

Shan Junwu saw that although the bead was beautiful, the material was ordinary, so he took it and hung it on the child's wrist. The child didn't seem to have seen this thing, and his other little hand kept rubbing and stroking, looking quite fond of it.

Then he continued to talk to Yuanxing.

It's just that Shan Junwu didn't notice that during the whole chat, Yuan Xing would always inadvertently sweep to the children playing with beads on the side.