Cang Yangcuo's words made Ye Wuwu slightly stunned.

But no matter how he asked, Cang Yangcuo stopped talking, and Ye Wuwu had no choice but to give up.

From the grassland, to go to the holy land of Buddhism, according to Cang Yangcuo's words, it takes three days to walk.

Because along the way, there are many tribes waiting for his arrival, and they are all sincere believers.

When the Buddha returned from a long trip, the tribes along the way naturally had to come forward to express themselves.

Moreover, Cangyangcuo's reputation is excellent in the entire grassland.

Selfless, helping others, risking his life to treat them, his strength is also extremely strong, and he reached the second-grade realm at a young age.

Ye Wuwu was not dissatisfied with this, although it was a waste of time, it was also good to experience some customs.

Moreover, there are many people who look at themselves when they talk to Cangyangcuo.

Ye Wuwu will always reveal a trace of second-grade breath at this time.

Then everyone was extremely surprised, and Ye Wuwu turned into an invisible harvester, harvesting wave after wave of shock value.

Ye Wuwu glanced at the system panel, and the shock value at this moment was already as high as thirty thousand.

Although it is not as good as 100,000 a day, but the shock value of 30,000, Ye Wuwu is also extremely satisfied.

Today was already in the evening, Cangyangcuo said something to a tribal leader, and walked towards Ye Wuwu.

"Master Ye, let's rest here today, and let's start tomorrow."

Ye Wuwu readily agreed.

That night, the people of the tribe set up a banquet to welcome Ye Wuwu and the others, of course, mainly for Cangyangcuo, Ye Wuwu felt that he was an incidental.

The patriarch of the tribe is called Tashi Dawa, according to Ye Wuwu's eyes, he is a standard burly man from the grassland, and he is also bold, Ye Wuwu has a lot of experience.

For example, when you persuade yourself to drink.

Cangyangcuo doesn't drink alcohol and doesn't even eat meat, but the banquet is held for the other party, so Ye Wuwu, who is next to Cangyangcuo, has become the target of everyone.

Coupled with Ye Wuwu's own sword eyebrows and starry eyes, fresh and handsome, and a swordsman, the whole person reveals a temperament different from that of the grassland children, and many women of the tribe have been deeply impressed by him.

Of course, the admiration is fake, the wine is real, Ye Wuwu only feels that the girls on the grassland are more enthusiastic than the other, and each can drink more than the other.

A few glasses of wine...... A few large bowls of wine were served, and the atmosphere of the banquet could be regarded as reaching a climax.

At this moment, Tashi Dawa smiled and said, "Master Cangyang, today is also a celebration of your return to the Western Regions after your travels, and everyone is very enthusiastic. ”

Cang Yangcuo had a smile on his face, and said lightly: "The patriarch doesn't have to be polite, just say it directly." ”

Tashi Dawa laughed, drank a large bowl of wine, and said directly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I have a daughter who has always admired you, Master, and I want to hear your poems again."

At the same time, a woman ran out from under the seat, staring at Cang Yangcuo at the moment, her eyes full of expectation, but she didn't speak.

The people around him also followed suit.

Ye Wuwu was a little curious, and asked the people on the side.

"Guru Cangyang can also compose poems?"

The Tibetan man who was asked replied with a smile: "That's nature, the poems written by the master are very famous in the entire Western Regions." ”

This made Ye Wuwu unexpected.

Cang Yangcuo heard everyone's words at this moment, his expression was a little helpless, and he sighed after a while.

"The poor monk no longer writes poetry."

There was a moment of silence for a moment, but then enthusiasm was restored, and Tashi Dawa laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll do it when the master is in the mood in the future."

Cang Yangcuo sighed softly and lowered his head, with a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes, but when he raised it again, he still had that flat smile.

At this time, the woman standing under the seat had some supplication.

"Master, you can write another poem, Sister and Grandma, they all like the poems you wrote."

Tashi Dawa frowned, and said angrily: "What nonsense, the master doesn't want to compose poetry, you come to mix something blindly, hurry up and get down."

Ye Wuwu sat on the side, looking at this scene, his expression was slightly thoughtful.

The influence of Buddhism in the Western Regions is very great.

Seeing that her prayer could not be granted, the woman below looked a little depressed and walked outside.

Cang Yangcuo looked at the woman's back, her gray eyes trembled slightly, and her expression suddenly became a little more lonely.

Once upon a time, there was a woman who said she liked to hear him compose poems.

At that time, he was full of joy.

He traveled with her to the snowy mountains.

He walked with her between the grasslands.

He crossed the shore of the Green River with her.

He walked with her through the palace of thousands of Buddhas.

But in the end, she only left a distant back.

Thinking of this, Cang Yangcuo opened his mouth and spoke.

"Come back, since your aunt and sister want to hear it, the poor monk will compose a poem today."

The woman paused, then turned to look at Cangyangcuo with a look of surprise, but then her face turned to joy.

"Thank you, Master." The woman hurriedly smiled and thanked.

Tashi Dawa looked a little hesitant, he didn't know whether his daughter's words were good or bad, after all, Cangyang Tso said that he couldn't write poetry.

Cangyangcuo smiled and signaled that he was okay.

The tribesmen were all quiet at the moment, and countless pairs of eyes looked at Cangyangcuo with a very serious expression.

And Cang Yangcuo, after closing his eyes for a moment, slowly spoke.

"First, it's better not to see each other, so that you don't fall in love."

As soon as the first line of the poem came out, everyone present looked a little surprised.

Master Cangyang was chosen as the Holy Son of Buddhism, the reincarnation of the former Living Buddha, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the first person in the future Buddhism.

should have erased all the feelings in the world, but at this moment, how could he make such a poem.

Ignoring everyone's expressions, Cangyangcuo continued, his voice low but strong enough to reach the entire tribe.

"Second, it's better not to know each other, so that you don't love each other."

"Thirdly, it is better not to be accompanied, so that we do not owe each other."

"Fourth, it's better not to cherish each other, so that you don't remember each other."

"Fifth, it's better not to love each other, so that you don't abandon each other."

"Sixth, it's better not to be relative, so that we don't meet."

"Seventh, it is better not to be wrong, so that there is no loss."

"It is better not to allow the eighth, so that it may not be continuous."

"The ninth is better not to be attached to each other, so that they can not be together."

"It's better not to meet at the tenth, so that we don't get together."

"But if you have seen each other, you will know each other, and when you see each other, you will not see each other."

"Ande and Jun are inseparable from each other, and they are exempt from teaching life and death to be lovesick."

After finishing a poem, Cangyangcuo got up indifferently, folded his hands and bowed slightly, and then strode out of the tent.

"It's okay, go out for a walk." Cang Yangcuo's voice came flatly.

There were bursts of cheers from inside the tent, but most of them were from women and some ordinary people, like Tashi Dawa, who looked a little strange at the moment, and didn't know what they were thinking.

Ye Wuwu took a deep breath, looked at the back of Cang Yangcuo leaving, poured a sip of goat's milk wine, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"This stinky monk is really a writer."