"Why did Daoyou come in the rain?"

"Today, there happened to be a good believer who invited Poor Dao to come to the city to see the strange things in the house, and the good faith was in a hurry, and Poor Dao was not easy to delay, so he braved the rain and entered the city." Wen Pingzi said, "Thinking that it is not far from the mansion of Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a while last time, so I came to visit Daoyou, but I didn't inform you in advance." ”

"Cultivators should be so natural and casual, why should Taoist friends be so polite." Song You picked up the teacup, "It's cold outside, please drink a cup of hot tea to drive away the cold." ”

"Thank you."

Wen Pingzi took the tea with both hands and drank it in small sips.

The tea soup is bright and clear, with a rich woody aroma.

"Good tea! What a good tea! ”

"The Imperial Tribute Dragon Regiment, when we were in Changjing before, there was an old man who was rewarded by His Majesty and gave it to us. It is said that the older it is, the more fragrant it is, and it is best to leave it for three or five years. I rarely drink it in the next half, and now the remaining half of the group is estimated to be at the best flavor. Song You also pinched the teacup, put it under his nose, sniffed it first, and then tasted it.

The tea he brewed didn't add so many messy things, although it was good to add some dried plums to this dragon group, but he also added very little, preserving the fragrance of the tea to the greatest extent.

The first time I pried open this dragon ball to boil, I knew that it was a good tea, but the fragrance was still a little turbid, and there were still some warehouse flavors that were difficult for ordinary people to taste, which was caused by mold and dust. Nowadays, all miscellaneous smells have basically disappeared into the road wind over time, and the fragrance has become clearer, which is a complex and pure woody fragrance, and it has really reached a higher level.

"Daoyou cooked well, too."

Wen Pingzi took two sips, pinched the cup in his hand, felt the temperature from the wall of the cup, and warmed him who had just come from the rain, but said with some worry:

"Since the beginning of this year, the dead things in heaven and earth have broken into the earth, and demons and evil have appeared frequently. This does not bode well. ”

"yes."

Song You also put down the teacup.

Knowing that Wen Pingzi came in the rain, he guessed that Wen Pingzi must have come to talk to him about these things.

"Daoyou thinks it's ......"

Wen Pingzi looked at Song You.

"Throughout the ages, there have been ups and downs, ups and downs. Every time there is peace, the demons and evil will definitely be reined in, and if the troubled times are coming, the demons and evil will come out frequently. Every few hundred years is a cycle that never changes. They seem to be able to smell the changes in the world better than we do. Song You nodded, "This is indeed not a good sign. ”

"That's ...... so"

Wen Pingzi obviously also had some guesses, which can be corroborated from Song You, but he couldn't help but be shocked, and muttered to himself: "Now is an unprecedented prosperous era......

"yes."

"Nowadays, there are more ghosts, if the troubled times come, and the bones are all over the ground, won't there be ghosts everywhere?" Wen Pingzi said worriedly.

"In a few days, we will leave Yangdu and strive to resolve this matter as soon as possible." Song You's face was calm, and he paused, "But before that, if there are demons and evil spirits, evil ghosts harm people, and you have to trouble cultivators like Daoyou, work a lot of hard work, help the troubled times, and eliminate demons and evils." ”

"This is the duty of the poor road!"

"It's better to teach people to fish than to teach people to fish, Taoist friends have very high skills, but they can run around, after all, they lose their bodies, please let the law of God come simply, if you can spread the inheritance, it will be better."

"If troubled times come, how can the poor road cherish itself?"

"Daoyou's conduct, I admire it!"

"Song Daoyou's supernatural powers are vast and his mana is boundless, so he may prevent this troubled world from coming?" Wen Pingzi asked.

“……”

Song You was silent for a moment, and then replied: "You can only delay, you can only try to make the people live better, but this is the general trend of the world, but it is extremely difficult to stop." ”

"Fellow Daoists, can't either?"

"Nope."

Wen Pingzi fell silent and thoughtful.

After taking a few more sips of tea, I subconsciously looked left and right, but I only saw the little girl squatting next to the stove adding firewood to the sencha, and the swallow still cowering under the eaves, so I said:

"Have you heard about it? Today, the Holy One has appointed a crown prince. ”

"Oh?"

Song You turned his head to look at him.

It's finally ready......

It seems that the old emperor will die soon.

"It was at the beginning of this month, ten days ago. Two days ago, there was a good believer from Changjing, who came to Tianxingguan to offer incense, and Poor Dao heard about it. I guess it will be passed over in a few days. ”

"But Li's sister-in-law?"

"How do you know?"

"Guess."

"It's the little prince, Lin Shi." Wen Pingzi narrowed his eyes and said, "When I was in Changjing before, Poor Dao had also dealt with the little prince, he was a concubine, his name was right, and he was elegant and gentle, and the Chinese martial arts family all hoped that His Majesty would make him the prince, how could it cause chaos in the world?" ”

"I don't know if I'm not in Changjing for a long time."

Song You also twisted the teacup, and there was a trance in his eyes.

Although he really doesn't have the ability of the Heavenly Counting Ancestor, in a trance, he also seems to see the future.

If it weren't for the early death of the crown prince, it would have been too late for the old emperor.

"Alas, then there will be Lao Daoyou."

"There are also Lao Daoyou."

The two Taoists only saluted each other.

The girl squatted in a ball, concentrating on the fire and frying water.

……

The heavy rain continued for three days before it stopped.

Exactly three days.

The heavy rain outside the temple was pouring down, and no one came at all, not to mention that the roads outside were broken, and the water in Yangjiang was also rising sharply, and it was rushing into a flood. In the past three days, Huo Erniu had nothing to eat or anything to eat except to go under the eaves to drink some rain when he was thirsty, and no one spoke, so he had to listen to the sound of rain every day.

The rain was noisy, but it was all rain.

There was no other sound in between.

The world seems to have never been quiet for so long since he was born.

No one spoke, he couldn't make a sound, he couldn't talk to himself, at first he could make some noise and relieve his boredom, but then because of hunger, he had no strength, so he had to shrink into a corner and enter the most silent period of his life.

But in these silent days, Huo Erniu often thought about it, thinking about something that he didn't have and had never thought of before.

I think about myself differently-

Huo Erniu, who collects money to eliminate disasters for others;

Huo Erniu, who went to the cemetery overnight for 100 money;

was coaxed to say that Huo Erniu was stupid;

Huo Erniu, who was cowering at home like now;

Huo Erniu, who was almost frozen to death in winter;

That day, Huo Erniu, who was excited to steal the immortal magic weapon and run out of the city with a hot brain, was thinking about the legends and stories, and dreamed of becoming a demon killer;

Huo Erniu, who was treated respectfully by the county officials;

Huo Erniu, who was warmly welcomed by the villagers and coaxed to pour wine;

and Huo Erniu, who was silent and hungry at this time;

……

The weaker the body, the more active the brain becomes.

Gratgy, I fell asleep.

There are many things on my mind in my dreams.

Huo Erniu seemed to gradually know the reason why he was still nervous about the treasure, fame and profit, but he couldn't say it.

Because the mouth is stupid, because this truth does not come from books, nor does it come from the mouths of others, but it is only a revelation and a clear truth that comes naturally at a certain time, and it is a harvest that belongs to oneself. And only those who are good at words and summarizations can say it and pass it on to others.

Huo Erniu doesn't have this ability.

I didn't have the heart to think about it.

Anyway, he is dumb now, and he will be dumb for a month, and even if he wants to, he can't speak, and he can't write. And the hunger in the belly is unbearable, and when I wake up from sleep, three days have passed, and the most important thing is to fill my stomach.

Huo Erniu's steamed buns were already rancid, but he still swallowed them, as expected, the rancid steamed buns were completely embarrassed by his belly, and after a while, he recovered some strength, and he walked out of this dilapidated temple that almost collapsed in the wind and rain, and looked left and right.

After the rain, the world is extremely clean, I don't know whether the clouds or fog stop in the mountains, stop on the Yangjiang River below, add a touch of freshness to the world.

The ground was softened by blisters, but there were no footprints.

Huo Erniu stepped forward, sinking into the mud every step.

The mountain road ahead was broken.

The collapsed mountains washed away the road, and the broken trees were also washed down, blocking the way.

Huo Erniu went to the bottom of the mountain with great difficulty, wanting to inform the villagers that the evil ghost in the mountain had been killed by himself, but he couldn't speak.

Fortunately, some villagers took the initiative to ask him.

"Have the demons been slain?"

Huo Erniu nodded again and again.

The human voice that came into his ears actually moved him a little.

"That's great!"

"Finally got rid of it!"

"It's time to have a peaceful birthday!"

"But Huo Daxia has been on the mountain for several days, and that evil ghost must be difficult to deal with, it's really hard work......"

"Why didn't Huo Daxia speak?"

"Huh?"

Huo Erniu couldn't respond to them, and even because he couldn't speak, he didn't laugh with them.

With less energy in his mouth and more energy in his mouth, he moved to other places, and he noticed more clearly the joy and gratitude of the villagers.

This made him a little happy after being hungry for three days.

Then, as expected, he was warmly received by the villagers, with hot drinks and food, good vegetables and meat, and hot water for him to bathe, and the promised money was also handed over to him.

It's just that I don't know how many people asked him why he suddenly stopped talking, and each had their own guesses, and he could neither answer nor know how to answer. Some people also found that his precious bamboo cane was missing, and they also asked him where he had gone curiously, and he was suspicious, but he still couldn't answer, and he didn't have the face to answer.

Until he walked out of the countryside, his hands were empty, and without the bamboo cane, he would not have the ability to eliminate demons and fight ghosts, and he was naturally lost in his heart.

Looking up at the mountain, there was silence for a long time.

Suddenly, he remembered that he turned back to the village, and asked the villagers to borrow a hoe and an axe, and then went up the mountain.

Roads must be built.

How tired can you be?

Grandpa has made a lot of money these days, whether it is money, wine, meat or fame, he can't earn it by building ten roads, and if he repairs another one, he should be given a job and a good deed.

Huo Erniu's strength is all over his body, can he use up the road?

Can building roads be harder than fighting ghosts?

Grandpa is here......

After eating and drinking, the rough men of the rivers and lakes went up the mountain, constantly talking to themselves in their heads, making fun of themselves, not talking to anyone, only clearing roadblocks, shoveling rocks, and repairing roads.

The villagers under the mountain are all strange and speculated.

(End of chapter)