The rain makes people sad.

Xu Sheng was not worried, he was leaning on the car, relying on the strength of the wine, by being drunk, and falling asleep.

The chauffeur and perhaps the two half-aged yellow-skinned horses were worried.

"Obscure rain." The coachman cursed, and when he saw that the horse was stagnant, he had to raise his whip fiercely.

People are not afraid of rain, but horses are afraid. People are in the car, the surroundings are closed, the rain is naturally inviolable, although the driver is half of his body stretched out of the car, but there is still a roof. But the horses were miserable, completely exposed in the wilderness, washed away by the continuous rain.

"Go, hurry up, why don't the animals stop talking." The coachman continued to curse, his brow furrowed. In fact, there is a problem with what he said, if an animal can understand human speech, why is it called an animal?

But the coachman didn't think there was anything wrong with that, his heart wasn't there, he was worried about his situation.

The rain was so heavy that it didn't seem to stop at all, so people were sleepy and the roads were muddy, and what would have been a one-day trip could have been postponed to two days, or even longer. If you delay a little longer, you will attract fewer customers, and if you attract fewer customers, you will make less money.

Although Xu Sheng had given him a silver tael before, it had far exceeded the cost of this trip, but who would be afraid of having too much money, let alone ......

The coachman looked at the two yellow horses, which were not strong and slightly emaciated, with a sad face, and his mood became more and more depressed. His real concern was for the safety of the two horses.

Maybe he had some affection for the two horses day and night, but if you look deeper, he obviously has more affection for the silver of the white flowers. It's not so much that he cares about the horse, but that he cares about himself. These two horses, as well as the new car he had just bought behind the horses, were almost all his belongings, and they were where he made his life. Now that the horses have been in the rain for so long, it is hard to guarantee that they will not get sick. Illness is a small matter, but if the treatment is not good and you die, then it is terrible.

The coachman calculated that he had been accustomed to eating and gambling over the years, and he really hadn't saved a few dollars, and every death of these two horses would be his own life.

Although a horse can also pull a cart, if there is only one of his thin horses, he will completely lose his advantage compared with his peers. If he couldn't even catch up with the horses, he could only go to work as a tenant farmer, rent a few acres of land, and work for the landlord.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.

Although driving horses is not a rich and noble way, it is also self-sufficient, and it does its own work without being exploited by anyone.

"The sky is also long, the earth is also long, the past life is not visible, and the future life is hard to find." In the rain, there was a sudden sound of bells, and a clear sound rose to the sky.

In the heavy rain, in front of the carriage, an old Taoist priest in rags, carrying a bag, and soaking wet, came out of nowhere and sang loudly.

"Get out of the way, I still have to hurry, I want to sing and go somewhere else, don't get in my way." The coachman was not in a good mood and was not very polite in his words.

"Brother is raining heavily, can I take shelter in the car?" The Taoist priest bowed deeply, raised his head, and saw that his face was about forty years old, although he was embarrassed at the moment, he was quite energetic.

"No, no, let's go, you're muddy, find somewhere else." The coachman was extremely impatient and looked unkind.

"Brother, where are there other places to shelter from the rain on this hundred-mile official road! If you had, you wouldn't have been in such a hurry. Brother, it's convenient for me this time, and I will pray to the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable for you in the future. The Taoist priest was very humble with a pleading.

"Come on, go to his Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." The coachman pursed his lips with a look of disdain, then thought for a while, and muttered: "Seeing that you don't have many eldest sons like this, I will charge you fifty yuan, as long as fifty yuan, I will allow you to rest in this car for a while." ”

"That..."The Taoist priest looked embarrassed, and said with some embarrassment: "The monk does not bring a coil, and I hope that..."

"Come on," the coachman's face sank, and he raised his whip to drive the horse.

"Slow"

Xu Sheng picked his head out of the car, first looked at the Taoist, and then asked the coachman, "What's the matter?" ”

The "official" coachman's face changed instantly, and he said politely: "

This Taoist priest was covered in mud and had to come to the car to take shelter from the rain. ”

"It's okay, let him in." Xu Sheng said casually. At this time, he was very sleepy, if it weren't for the noisy coachman and the Taoist priest, he would still be sleeping soundly.

"Brother Xie" Taoist priest bowed deeply again, and then did not shy away from it, lifted the corner of the Taoist robe, and was about to climb to the car with straw sandals full of mud stains.

"You, go down" The coachman glared at the Taoist priest viciously, and said to the car with some dissatisfaction: "Official, this carriage is not going fast, and a person is not even slower, and he is covered in mud and water, won't he also delay your rest after coming up?" ”

"It's okay, just walk slowly, I'm not in a hurry, I'll give you some more money when you get to Nanjun City."

"All right," said the coachman, seemingly reluctantly, but with a smile in his eyes. Xu Sheng's current dress style is easy for people to mistake for a rich son, but it doesn't matter, his belongings are not much less than that of an ordinary son.

"Thank you, thank you" The Taoist thanked again and again, then took a step back, boarded the wheel, flashed, and entered the car.

"Huh!?"

Xu Sheng involuntarily clenched his nose and stepped back.

The smell is so big, not only the mud, but also the body odor of the Taoist himself.

As soon as this person got in the car, Xu Sheng regretted it a little; However, when he saw the Taoist's face sneering and his embarrassed appearance covered in muddy water, he couldn't help but soften his heart and let go of half of the carriage.

"Michigan, please be seated."

"Brother Xie, little brother is really a good man, he will be favored by heaven, he will be favored by heaven." The Taoist was busy thanking and full of gratitude.

God!

Hearing these two words, Xu Sheng smiled helplessly, if he really had a heavenly favor, why did he come to this situation?

The rain is still falling. As the saying goes: "autumn rain continues", but I didn't expect the summer rain to be the same.

"What a strange day!" Xu Sheng lifted the curtain and looked out the window, only to see that the raindrops were endless, and the rain line was continuous, and it was estimated that it would not stop for a while.

"No wonder, so are demons." The Taoist priest twisted the lock of beard that was not yet large in front of his chin, and said slowly.

Demon!

Hearing this, Xu Sheng was shocked at first, but in an instant, he thought of his identity as a Daoist and was relieved. In Xu Sheng's eyes, it is not surprising that monks and Taoist priests will probably attribute all abnormalities to the chaos of gods and ghosts.

After these two conversations, the two no longer talked. Xu Sheng has something on his mind, and he really doesn't have the idea of chatting, and the Taoist picks the window from time to time to watch, and he doesn't know what he is thinking about.

Slowly, it got dark.

"I wonder where the little brother is going?" After a small half of the day, the Taoist priest finally spoke again.

"Nanjun City" Xu Sheng's heart was pulled back a little by the Taoist priest's words, and asked casually: "What about you?" Where are you going? ”

"Jiangzhou," the Taoist said casually.

"Then you're going to have to walk a little more," Xu Sheng smiled softly. It's not bad, Nanjun is in the north, and Jiangzhou is in the south, the direction is opposite, this Taoist priest can't take care of a lot in order to avoid the rain, so he can only think that he is unlucky, and follow Xu Sheng to come again.

"It's okay" the Taoist smiled and said: "I'm an idle person, the last thing I'm afraid of is wasting time, the years have gone to my sea, as for the strength, just save a little use." ”

"In that case, why did the master go to Jiangzhou?"

"There's a picture."

"What do you want?"

"Jiangzhou is out of the water and out of the dragon, which is a disaster, and I want to get rid of it." The Taoist looked stunned, and his voice suddenly became louder.

"Uh......" Xu Sheng was frightened by this sudden sentence, he didn't know how to talk, he held back for a long time, and only came with one sentence: "Good luck."

"Thank you" Taoist to thank you. Xu Sheng touched his face in embarrassment.

This Taoist priest has a problem with his brain! Xu Sheng thought in his heart, he didn't want to deal with it anymore, and he had a lot of fun chatting with a person with mental problems, isn't that a mental problem?

Bored, Xu Sheng picked up the Xu family's guest order and looked at it carefully. I don't know what material the token is, although it is as black as ink, but it is extremely shiny, warm and moist like jade, and it feels very good in my hand.

And what about the Taoist priest? He was leaning against the window and meditating, his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he was awake or asleep.

The coachman yawned outside, his eyes turned to the right and left, and he pondered for a moment where to park the carriage.

"Little brother" Taoist suddenly spoke, startling Xu Sheng.

"What's wrong?" Xu Sheng put the token back in his arms and asked with a confused expression.

"Do you believe in fate?" The Taoist came to such a sentence for some reason.

"This ......" Xu Sheng was stunned, thinking: What kind of wind is this Taoist priest who is not very bright-minded? After hesitating for a long time, he replied uncertainly: "I should not believe it." ”

"Oh" Lao Dao nodded, in response, and then stopped moving. Xu Sheng looked at Lao Dao, and didn't see any movement from him for a long time, he just felt bored, leaning against the window, his thoughts continued, and he flew around.

The rain was light, but no one noticed.

Lao Dao meditated, Xu Sheng fugued, and the coachman was already asleep and snoring......