Mobei Green Brick Town, sitting in the south of Huangsha.

It's about Hushu Town, an important military town of the Northern Tribe.

From the first battle of the Northern Desert and Qiyang dynasties four hundred years ago, to the later post-war Xiangyang Kaicheng, and then to the present. The number of times the Qiyang army saw this city was only a handful.

From two hundred years ago to the present, while defending against various disturbances, the Xiangyang soldiers have not lost the idea of fighting the Northern Expedition. But in so many times of sneaking or attacking the east and west, or secretly Chencang, it is still very rare to touch the boundary of Hushu Town within a radius of 100 miles.

As a hub town in the south of the North Desert, Huxu Town is connected to Chongyan City, a transfer station in the north, a marching post road leading to Xiting Tianfu in the west, a throat for material transportation and army marching in the east, and a "non-broken Xiangyang" in the north of Qiyang in the south.

At the same time, because of its special status, since the relaxation of trade control, the final destination of Qiyang merchants from the south is basically this city built of blue bricks, so Huxu Town is almost the largest commercial city outside the North Desert Xiting at the same time.

It is precisely because it is in such a critical lifeline position, belonging to the battleground of soldiers, coupled with its special commercial and cultural atmosphere, that this tiger beard town has become a symbol in the desert in the east, and the protection of this city in the northern desert can be described as painstaking.

In the south of Huxu Town, there are three passes, from south to north, Niangzi Pass, Jushaling, and Skull Banner. The three strict passes each garrisoned 20,000 troops, as if three fortresses were guarding in front of Hushu Town. And Huxu Town itself, with 10,000 permanent soldiers and nearly 20,000 transfer troops, is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated.

Tiger Whisker TownTiger Whisker Town is indeed the beard of a tiger, which cannot be touched.

Today, the town of Tiger Whisker is still as peaceful and lively as ever. There are many merchants from Qiyang who live in this town.

In a coffin shop with a lot of doors, a pair of grandparents and grandchildren are bored guarding the storefront. In this Tiger Whisker Town, those who open a coffin shop like them are easy not to open, and they have been open for half a year, and there are almost no people coming and going.

The young man was standing in the hall, and the old man set up a low bench on the side, put some wine and meat, and ate and drank happily.

The young man glanced at him a few times, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Old man, you don't see that there is anyone now, why don't I rest for a while?" ”

The old man didn't look at the young man, drank the wine and said vaguely: "Stand up, stand up, how can we businessmen do without the appearance of businessmen?" When I was young, if I had been suffering from lazy bones like you all day long, I would have starved to death, where did you come from Lao Tzu and you kid? ”

After teaching his grandson, the old man continued to eat and drink, humming a tune that he didn't know where he heard it.

"If you have wine today and you will be drunk today, you don't care if you have a few mouthfuls of porridge tomorrow. When it rains on a sunny day, the old wind comes to the wind, how many regrets are there in life?

The general's robe is the top horse, and the east wind is difficult to blow to the west building. The warbler is getting old, the butterfly is in the west and the east, and it is difficult to find the hatred in the sky.

……”

The old man Liu Chuanlin and his grandson Liu Huai are all from Qiyang, and they have lived in this tiger beard town for nearly 20 years. In the past 20 years, he has not passed south of Xiangyang Pass once, and the old man must think that he is a native of Huxu Town.

Probably everyone who travels far away thinks about returning to their hometown in the end.

In the past 20 years, I have sighed countless times, but unfortunately I can't go back.

The old man put down his chopsticks, straightened his face, and pretended to say: "Eh, when you are old, your legs and feet are not good, so go out for a walk." You kid remember to clean up this bench, if you don't look good for the guests, you have to say behind your back that our shop has no rules. ”

The young man nodded with a smile.

The old man walked out of the shop and walked around the neighborhood with his hands behind his back.

There are thousands of things in my heart.

The heartless bastard in it actually didn't know that this coffin shop was actually a spy stronghold that was deeply hidden, and the old man Liu Chuanlin actually had a very important identity, which was the first batch of spies who took root here twenty years ago.

In this Tiger Whisker Town, which is deep in the Northern Desert, it is rare to receive strict orders, but if it does, it is likely to be a situation where people are going to die. In the past 20 years, the old man has only received a strict order, and that time, Liu Huai's father, who he thought was infected and died, died in a secret operation to cooperate with the soldiers and horses of Xiangyang.

The old man clenched his fists, yesterday he received an order.

Soon a young monk will arrive in Tiger Whisker Town, and Liu Chuanlin will need to contact him and provide him with all the support he can do next.

This time the order is a red note, which means a first-class strict order that must be completed even if it is exposed.

The old man looked up and let out a sigh.

In this world, when can it come to an end?

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To the south of the desert, the little monk Li Qingzhou has already passed through the triple pass, as if entering a no-man's land.

At this moment, the little monk sang a mountain song and walked firmly. Starting from Jinzhou Jinguo Temple, it has passed a thousand waters, and has passed ten thousand mountains. After crossing the Xiangyang Pass, I walked through the wind and sand in the sky.

There are not too many obstacles to crossing the three passes of Niangzi Pass, Jushaling, and Skull Banner, and the Bei people are not too embarrassed by him as a young monk, but most of the strange eyes that rise are hopeless.

Where will the little monk be discouraged by this?

There are thousands of teachings in the Buddhist scriptures, everything in the world is impermanent, and people in the world have gone through all kinds of tribulations, is it possible to use your mouth and recite a few verses in the temple that do not require money to benefit all sentient beings, but no one can get up and do it?

The little monk looked at Tiger Whisker Town in the distance, where many unjust souls returned.

"Don't be afraid, you're going home."

The little monk whispered, his eyes gentle. He walked forward alone, one foot deep and one shallow, and the robe on his body had already weighed more than a thousand catties.

In front of the Niangzi Pass, chanting is excessive, and the degree is 20,000 souls, and in Jushaling, the souls are 12,000, and the skeleton flag is 8,000.

These are the souls who are willing to ascend on the spot.

There are too many wild ghosts who want to return to their hometowns, adding up to more than 100,000 before and after, and under the leadership of the little monk, they are moving all the way. Therefore, in this barren desert, if someone looks from afar, they will find an extremely strange scene, especially at night, when the young monk is alone in front, the wind behind him is gusting, and occasionally the ghost cries.

This is the only protector of the little monk.

At night, the hundred ghosts walk at night, and during the day, the wild ghosts are attached to the little monk's robe to hide from the sun.

The green boat is like a light boat, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains.

The little monk had a calm demeanor and relaxed steps.

From time to time, some ghosts whose consciousness has not yet been completely wiped out will come to him to talk.

There are big-haired ghosts who like to laugh, saying that you little monk is really bold, and you dare to come to our northern desert to do this kind of thing, isn't this a slap in the face of those old men in Xiting.

There is a young ghost who has died unjustly likes to hook up with the little monk, saying that I used to be as unafraid as you are, but then I met a girl, and I was a little afraid of death. Damn, this straight thief, I just followed my family to the south to play, and I was involved in a rush, a disaster without a reason. After so many years, it's a pity that the girl back then is estimated to be a pile of white bones.

There is a ghost girl who likes to hold the little monk's hand and walk by herself, and the little monk puts one hand on his chest and leads the little girl who is bouncing.

There are graceful female ghosts who caress the pipa in the army of ghosts; There are many men who can make a drinking fist even if they don't have alcohol, and they are noisy; There are some ghosts who seem to be children of the Northern Desert rivers and lakes, each discussing the peak of martial arts in their own era, clamoring to divide the high and low......

There are many ghosts who like to cry to themselves, and some like to talk to the little monk about their heroic deeds in the army, some like to talk about the rivers and lakes, and some like to talk about poetry......

The little monks all nodded slightly, paying tribute to these souls who don't know how many years they have been waiting.

There were more wild ghosts just silently watching the little monk who brought them home. The little monk's thin shoulders were like a huge wall.

I walked alone for a long, long time, and a touch of blue tile color came into view in the distance, and I finally came to Tiger Whisker Town.

The little monk whispered, "It's here." ”

Not far in front of Tiger Whisker Town, the little monk sat on the ground and began to chant. The robe on his body moved without wind, like rippling water.

The wild ghosts belonging to Tiger Whisker Town followed this chanting and began to soar.

Countless wild ghosts began to say goodbye to the little monk until the last time, while the rest of the wild ghosts prayed with their eyes closed.

The first voice of the bearded ghost came: "Little monk, little monk, Lao Tzu obeys you." It's a pity that I can't invite you to drink, otherwise I have to give you a drink. Haha, I'll go too. ”

Then there was a goodbye.

There is a ghost wearing a general's armor, with tears in his eyes, "This is here, Hushu Town, blue bricks and green tiles, and I also have a gentle township in the northern desert." ”

The young ghost who liked to hook his shoulders patted the little monk on the shoulder, but at this time he didn't say much, "Let's go." ”

The ghost girl stood there, said thank you, and then gradually dissipated.

There are two ghosts who like to discuss the rivers and lakes, and at this time, no one is convinced.

"Li Bai will win against Yang Xiao."

"! Yang Xiao is known as the first person in Dapeng Martial Arts, and he can't compete with Li Bai, who you can only call 'Wen No. 1'? ”

"Heaven asks?"

"Let's go!"

The graceful female ghost asked, "How does the concubine's pipa compare with Jiangnan silk and bamboo?" ”

The little monk's eyes were sincere, "Extremely beautiful." ”

The female ghost smiled and dissipated.

Before a big grin ghost dissipated, he said: "Little monk, remember to go and see the Xiting Baishi Temple I mentioned to you, the somen noodles there are so delicious that maybe you will be reluctant to leave our northern desert after eating." ”

The little monk smiled and nodded.

There are ghosts laughing and climbing alone, there are ghosts who can't hold back and have already burst into tears, and there are ghosts who are kneeling and praying, and their shoulders are trembling.

……

There are many states in life, how can this not be one?

A white-haired vicissitudes of life stood behind the little monk and whispered: "Little monk, thank you for your hard work." ”

Li Qingzhou pursed his mouth and nodded slightly.

Thousands of ghosts, each looking for a home.

The sky in front of Tiger Whisker Town has already risen with a vision. Dark clouds are shrouded, and it seems that a heavy rain is about to fall after a long time.

Before, in the three passes in the south that had been walked, the little monk saw many dilapidated temples and pagodas, which were the traces left by the northern desert that had abandoned the Buddha for many years. Probably that's why there are so many lonely ghosts.

The Buddha has done so, not to mention the Tao that has long since disappeared.

But if you think about it carefully, in such a precarious northern desert, it makes sense. If you don't have clothes and you don't have enough food, what kind of heart do you cultivate?

This has also led to the fact that since many years ago, there have been lonely souls everywhere.

Years later, the young monk led the Hyakki night walk alone.

The little monk is alone, turning mountains and rivers and pagodas, only for the Bodhisattva to bow his eyebrows.