The night of Tiger Whisker Town is dark, the north wind is like a knife, and the stars and moon are far away.

The little monk sat cross-legged in the small broken temple, surrounded by a thin layer of golden light. Master Xianshu once made a grand wish in Jiangnan and grafted a profound cultivation like a majestic sea to him, which created a young monk who could walk alone in Zhongzhou at a young age.

Since then, the old monk who is older in his mood, appearance, and spirit has been sitting alone under the green lantern of Jinguo Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, holding Buddha beads and closing his eyes to praise eternal life, eating fasting and reciting Buddha, ringing the bell with dry hands, and looking up to see the heavy snow.

Thinking of the old monk who had settled in Jiangnan, the corner of the little monk's mouth was full of smiles. The long trip that the two of them once traveled together is probably the best memory of the little monk. So now the little monk walks alone, and rarely feels lonely, the robe on his body, is left to him by the old monk, as long as he wears it, no matter how far apart, it seems that there will be a tall figure walking around him.

There was already a curfew in the city, and there was no one in the city.

In a coffin shop, under a dim kerosene lamp, the old man Liu Chuanlin had not yet slept, he looked at his grandson, who had already fallen asleep, and sighed softly.

He had to get in touch with the target who had entered the city, and it was extremely risky.

After a long time, the old man turned off the kerosene lamp, but he was still not ready to sleep. He sat alone in front of the window, his eyes sharp, staring intently into the night.

A sleepless night, a peaceful night.

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The little monk's robe was windless, and he slowly opened his eyes, and there was a black figure in front of him, also sitting on the ground.

The little monk looked at the person who came, only to see him whisper: "The seventh rudder of the ship, Liu Chuanlin, the net-caster." I came here to meet the little master on the order of Gu Nanfeng. ”

The little monk's face was happy.

"Is he okay?"

Liu Chuanlin said: "I don't know, I just received an order to assist the little master, and the letter said that if you don't trust us, you can report Gu Nanfeng's name." ”

The little monk nodded.

Liu Chuanlin lowered his voice and continued: "Your current situation is very dangerous, according to the tip, there are several groups of people who want your life, if you continue to move forward, there will be countless ghost gates. ”

Looking at the silent little monk, the old man Liu Chuanlin explained: "The movement you caused in the Northern Desert is too great, and the impact is too far-reaching. Even if it's a great thing, there will be people who don't want to see it, plus the organization that has been working against us...... In this world, not everyone longs for peace. ”

The little monk said: "I know, when I was in Xiangyang, someone had already told me. But this road, I must go on. ”

Liu Chuanlin shook his head and said, "We don't want the little master to stop, the order we received is to assist you at all costs." So in the many towns ahead of you, there will be people to pick you up, all you need to do is find a shop with this marking, and we will help you with everything. ”

The old man took out a piece of paper with a special mark and handed it to the little monk in front of him.

But the little monk closed his eyes, he held the old man's hand, shook his head and whispered, "You guys will be very dangerous." ”

Liu Chuanlin was speechless.

The little monk said: "I am already very happy to send such information, and I don't have to make unnecessary sacrifices for me. Of course I know the dangers of this journey, but it is precisely because of this that I need to complete this journey even more. Moreover, this self-cultivation left to me by Master is of course not a showmanship, thank you very much for the news you brought, I will protect myself, and you have to live hard. ”

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, looked at the little monk who opened his mouth to refuse, and suddenly had mixed feelings, and he said softly: "But people like us are going to die one day, rather than facing some aggrieved despair or helplessness at that time, it may be easier to die under the things that you agree with." To be honest, what the little master wants to do, in my opinion, the old man, is unthinkable, I have never heard of such an exaggerated thing, let alone do it. But when I saw the vision in front of Tiger Whisker Town during the day, I suddenly understood that it was true, and that there would really be people who would do something to die that others would not understand. So many of us had the same idea before, that if the little master was true, it didn't seem bad that we died for it. ”

The old man said quietly, and the little monk listened quietly, but he still shook his head and said with a smile: "There is no such reason. ”

If you can live, you will live well, and you will choose to die for something?

So what is the significance of this trip to the Northern Desert?

There is no such reason!

The little monk stood up and took a slow step.

The sky is white.

In front of Liu Chuanlin's eyes, the little monk Li Qingzhou was gone.

With his cultivation, where can he go?

Liu Chuanlin glanced at the eastern sky from the broken window and let out a deep breath. The little master did not accept their proposal, which was a result that had been anticipated above. He didn't know what to do after that, the only thing he could do was to wait for the next note.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing, the old man sighed. But one thing is certain, the little master is a good person.

The old man swallowed the piece of paper with the logo in his hand, and then quietly slipped out of the ruined temple.

After a long time, the old man walked down the usual street and walked towards a familiar liquor shop. In the past twenty years, as long as it is not the weather that cannot go out, he will go out to buy wine when the sky is bright, this habit has been maintained for twenty years, and at this moment, he is still the same appearance as usual, and no one will suspect him.

"Old willow, is it still so early?"

Someone on the side of the road accosted you.

"Yes, you don't have to get up early, I feel uncomfortable with this old Song Soju every day if I don't take a sip."

Liu Chuanlin put on the smiling face of the old god and replied.

Little Master, you have to be safe.

The old man muttered in his heart, and slowly swayed into the distance.

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The little monk went out of the city, walked a long way, and came to a small sand dune.

He was looking out over Tigerbeard Town.

There was a white-haired vicissitudes of life soul floating beside the little monk, and he had said when he had overlived the soul before: Little monk, thank you for your hard work.

At this moment, he accompanied the little monk to look into the distance.

"Little monk, aren't you disappointed? Not only do you have to carry us burdens, but you also have to be wary of assassinations that don't know where they will appear. The old spy was right, this world is like this, not everyone thinks about peace, obviously it is a good thing, but it will always damage the interests of some people, of course they will want to kill you, and there are some people, they will be indifferent, they will look at your jokes, as if this can fill their empty hearts. This is the way of the world, and it will be the same for hundreds of thousands of years, and it will not change. ”

"Of course there will be such people."

The little monk said softly: "But there are also people who are very good, aren't they?" For example, the old man who was willing to die, the Tiger Whisker Town guard who never showed up to stop him, and you. Sir, although I don't know your name, you have actually been waiting for many years, and you are very similar to a friend of mine. But in fact, there is no despair of this world. So you see, you're not going to meet me. ”

The old man looked ahead, and the little monk smiled slightly.

The white-haired soul secretly glanced at the little monk's face, and murmured, don't be disappointed in this world, little monk.

Suddenly, a long wave of sand and dust rolled up in the distance of the desert.

The old man said indifferently: "Could it be the first batch of people who came to kill you?" ”

The yellow sand covers the sky, covering the clouds and the sun. The first horse was the first to burst out of the billowing dust, followed by hundreds of horses breaking through the dust. They formed a semicircle in front of the young monk, and their horses snorted violently.

When the dust slowly dissipated, the little monk saw it clearly.

This is not an army!

Their war horses have advantages and disadvantages, there are a few strong war horses, but most of them are old horses that have passed the prime of life, and the same is true for weapons and armor, most of the armor is more or less broken, they hold all kinds of weapons, some carry axes and some hold guns...... The most important thing to say is that they all have fierce eyes. At this moment, they focused on the young monk in front of them, and just talking about the momentum was unparalleled.

It's a sand bandit! There is no such standard army in the Northern Desert, but they can't be stragglers, judging from the attitude of this horse team, there is only one possibility, this is the mad dog army that the Northern Desert Imperial Court can't control, the sand bandits!

A horse came out in a row, and came to the front with a fierce look. Equipped with the best horses and armor, he seemed to be the leader of this team.

The man looked at the young monk in front of him and asked, "I heard that there is a young monk from Qiyang who wants to preach Buddhism alone in this northern desert, and even more so to send the lonely souls and wild ghosts from all over the country back to his homeland?" ”

The little monk replied, "It's me." ”

The white-haired ghost beside him reminded, "Be careful, little monk. ”

The young monk nodded.

Then they saw a stunned scene.

First it was quiet, deathly quiet, and then there was a sonorous sound.

First the man at the front threw down the weapon in his hand, and then the hundreds of people behind also threw down the weapon in his hand.

The leader then knelt down on one knee and said loudly: "We are sand bandits near Hushu Town, and our families have long since died in the war. We heard that there were people who were willing to take their spirits back to their hometowns, so we came to join them. We are all people who have no concerns, who can die on the battlefield at any time, and who are willing to become the sword of the gentleman. ”

Looking at this scene, the little monk and the white-haired soul were speechless for a while.

The leader continued to say loudly: "We want to help Mr. ”

He slammed his right fist into his chest, "Please take them back to their homeland!" ”

Behind him, hundreds of people slammed their right fists into their chests at the same time, and there was a heart-pounding sound of iron.

"Ask Mr. to take them back to their homeland!"

The wind blew more than a thousand miles, and it was deafening.