In Tigerbeard Town, there was already a mess, and the people on the street were discussing the huge dark clouds that suddenly gathered in the sky, as if there would not be such a heavy rain in Tigerbeard Town at this time.

However, the dark clouds that covered the sky and the sun gathered for a long time, and after a long time, they quietly dispersed, and the dazzling sunlight once again enveloped Hushu Town. Everyone talked about it, booed, and thought they had encountered some rare scene.

The old spy Liu Chuanlin looked at the sky, a little surprised, because of the relationship between the red note, he knew part of the truth, this extremely strange vision of heaven and earth is not surprising and has something to do with the little monk who is about to come, but even on the side of the old man who has seen a lot, although he has already guessed in his heart, he is still taken aback, this kind of vision of heaven and earth changing color is not something that a half-master can do.

In the General's Mansion in Tiger Whisker Town, two people were also watching the vision rise in front of them at the same time, and watching the dark clouds dissipate.

One of them is tall, with muscles like a beard, and a face like steel, as a feudal official who commands 10,000 soldiers and horses in Huxu Town and coordinates the transfer of nearly 20,000 troops, even if he is not on the battlefield or on horseback, he is wearing light armor when he rests, in his own words, "If there is a battle with Lao Tzu, he can go to the battlefield as soon as possible, saving the time to wear armor", this person is Yang Hutao, the general of Huxu Town.

The man next to Yang Hutao had a wide robe and wide sleeves, a folding fan on one side of his waist, and a jade pendant on one side, and his face was white. This person has a nickname of "cloth clothes and jade face" in the Northern Desert, and his reputation is not small, and he is the strategist of Hushu Town, named Song Caishun, who can be said to be Yang Hutao's right-hand man. But in fact, in private, Yang Hutao didn't miss his arm, the reason was Song Caishun's dress, and the most said was nothing more than "a dignified man from the Northern Desert, a military advisor from Hushu Town, who likes that dress." I don't understand how you guys who use their brains like the posture of the Central Plains aristocracy. How? Is this to kowtow to Qiyang's strategists? Or do you hate that you weren't born further south? ”

Song Caishun often just laughed it off.

Yang Hutao retracted his gaze, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Song Caishun held the folding fan in his hand, did not open it, just patted his palm lightly, and said: "According to the information sent by the teacher not long ago, coupled with the calculation of time, it should be the young monk from Qiyang who triggered this vision. As you know, Niangzi Pass, Jushaling, and Skull Banner all sent Tang Bao over before, saying that there was a little monk who passed all the way. ”

Yang Hutao nodded and said, "I haven't been so mad that I embarrass a young monk from Qiyang, besides, isn't our Huxu Town known as 'Sancheng Central Plains'?" It's just that what he plans to do when he comes to the Northern Desert? Looking at this vision, if you talk about the realm of martial arts, but no less than the Mandate of Heaven Grandmaster, if he is ready to riot and kill people and run away at any time, we really have no good way to deal with him. Since the national teacher knew such a number one person in advance, how could he let him pass the three levels and enter the hinterland of the Northern Desert? ”

"Master naturally has his own considerations."

Song Caishun said. The master in his mouth, that is, the national teacher in Yang Hutao's mouth, is the same person, named Jiao Qiannu. Song Caishun is Jiao Qiannu's student.

One person made the Northern Desert "five hundred years of strategists able to turn over", and the national teacher Jiao Qian was angry. If Song Caishun is Yang Hutao's right-hand man, then Jiao Qiannu is the informant behind the scenes of the entire Northern Desert. The relationship between him and the Northern Emperor Zhao Kongyan is not dependent, but a person who walks side by side.

Song Caishun continued: "According to Master, the purpose of this young monk coming to the Northern Desert should be to let thousands of wild ghosts have their own destiny, and at the same time return to the Central Plains with the souls of many Qiyang soldiers who died in other places. This is a good thing for us in the Northern Desert, and it is also related to an important part of the Master's own planning, so I have ordered all the towns in the Northern Desert not to stop this young monk. As for whether he can accomplish this feat, we don't have to interfere too much, we all depend on creation. ”

Yang Hutao said in a deep voice: "It is indeed a good thing. ”

Song Caishun reminded: "Don't think about some unruly overstepping your authority." I know that your Yang family is a loyal martyr in the Northern Desert for generations, and there are countless bones that died at the border and could not return to their hometowns, but you, Yang Hutao, as the guard of Tiger Whisker Town, are not suitable for doing superfluous things. Besides, you should also understand what Master meant by the phrase 'don't interfere too much.'" ”

Yang Hutao took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "I understand, and since it is the meaning of the national teacher, I can't be allowed to disobey it." Besides, I'm just a rough man, and it's not my turn to do such things. ”

Song Caishun said indifferently: "It's all the same." ”

In fact, Yang Hutao's meaning is very simple, if the young monk who is from Qiyang is really doing this thing in the Northern Desert, then as a native of the Northern Desert, Yang Hutao has no reason not to invite the monk to drink.

Song Caishun's meaning is simpler, it is true that you Yang Hutao is from the Northern Desert, but you are also a general in Hushu Town, plus Jiao Qian's angry order, besides, the monk does not drink, you don't have to do things that add to the snake.

He Song Caishun is a strategist who shakes the pen, of course, he is even more unqualified.

Outside the city, the little monk stood up.

The clouds slowly cleared, and the rest of the souls took refuge in the robe on top of him.

Here, the souls ascend to heaven and finally have their own destiny. The little monk's heart was a little empty, but he shook his head vigorously and continued to hurry.

Entering Tiger Whisker Town, it was very lively. The crowd in the streets was talking, and they all gathered to discuss the vision outside the city. The vendors on both sides are hawking, mostly with Central Plains accents.

Blue bricks and blue tiles, in this northern desert hinterland city full of merchants, it can arouse people's homesickness. This reminded the little monk of Xunyang, located in the north, but it is like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, and here is located outside the Saiwai, but it is like a commercial town in the Central Plains.

After walking around the street for a long time, the little monk found a small dilapidated temple in the middle of nowhere. It is said to be a small temple, in fact, it is similar to a stove room, there is no one in the temple for a long time, there are spider silk and wild dung everywhere, the gatehouse or something can hear the small sound of sawdust peeling off a little more emphasis, and the Buddha statues are even more extravagant. I guess it's a place that even the locals forgot to demolish.

The little monk began to pack up briefly, and it seemed that he was planning to spend the night here tonight.

He first found a long branch, stirred off all the spider silk in the horns, and then made a simple broom out of dry branches and straw ropes, and swept the ground to make a slightly cleaner field. He took off another shoe, crouched down and propped himself on the ground with one hand, and comically scratched at the spot a few more times, and finally blew vigorously on the spot.

After doing this, the little monk sat on the floor and smiled.

He remembered the time when he traveled to the Central Plains with his master. If you can find such a small broken temple, it is worth reciting a few more lucky things about Amitabha. And he learned the art of tidying up at that time.

If you encounter a stormy day, you have to find a place to shelter from the rain, and he is always bitten by annoying mosquitoes and can't sleep.

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Master, you said that we just wandered around and could find the Bodhisattva?

Of course you can find it.

Where? I can't see.

Over here.

The old monk pointed to the little monk's heart.

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Master, do you know the two groups of Taoist priests we met earlier?

You know, the previous group came from Qiyun Mountain, and the later group came from Laojun Mountain, both of which are very large Taoist holy places.

How can there be such a big difference between Taoist priests, and the apprentices feel that the people of Laojun Mountain are close to each other, and I really don't like them in Qiyun Mountain.

That's right.

Master, what do you think?

The old monk thought about it carefully. There are beautiful cherry blossoms in Laojun Mountain, but I haven't been to Qiyun Mountain.

Then I will have the opportunity to visit Laojun Mountain in the future, and when I meet Qiyun Mountain, I will take a detour, how about it?

You have to ask your own heart.

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Master, the mosquitoes in the middle of summer are so annoying that I can't sleep even if they bite me.

The little monk's face was covered with blood stains left by slapping dead mosquitoes, little by little. He turned his head to look at the old monk and found that the old monk's face was also full of blood.

The old monk said seriously: It is very annoying.

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Master, you see there's a group of people fighting over there, should we go and persuade them to fight or just watch the excitement?

Did they notice our side?

Not yet.

Shhhh

Master.

Well?

They seem to have seen it.

Run!

The old monk grabbed the little monk's hand and slipped away.

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Master, what do you mean home?

The old monk pursed his lips and did not speak this time.

The little monk raised his head and smiled.

When we met the scholar with a wicker sticking in the bookcase before, I asked him a little bit for advice.

He said that where there are parents, it is home, and I said that my parents have gone to a far away place, and it is difficult to find them for the time being.

He also said that if you stay in one place, feel at peace, don't be afraid of anything, and occasionally be happy, that's your home.

I thought that this is not Master's side, no matter what happens, I can always fall asleep by Master's side.

What if you encounter a mosquito bite?

That's different, Master and I can't sleep together. The little monk blinked.

That's right.

But when I met Yulong, Tiantian and Nanfeng in Xunyang, I thought, as if I had found a home again. Master, let me tell you, in fact, I am terrible and terrible, and I am also afraid of ghosts, but when I play hide and seek with them, I dare to even look through those black and dark things. It's a pleasure to be with them, Yulong seems to have great ambitions, I thought it would be nice if I could be so brave one day, and then I really want to help them more, just listening to them brag there I feel that those dreams are really difficult to come true...... Master, do you think I've found another home?

Counted.

The old monk took the little monk's hand.

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The night splashes ink like freehand, and thousands of stars hang all over the sky.

The past is vivid, and the little monk recites gently.

Since childhood, he has been accustomed to trekking through mountains and rivers, as if this is the life of this little monk. But he's only a young man in his twenties.

In the town of Tiger Whisker in the hinterland of the Northern Desert, the night is silent.

Buddhist scriptures are sung in a low voice, and ghosts are soundly asleep.